"There are five gangsters fleeing to the southeast, Team B pay attention to intercept them!"
"Team A killed eight gangsters and is searching!"
"A police officer is injured, please support!"
"..."
Various messages are constantly coming from the communication channel, and the background is filled with gunshots and explosions without interruption.
From time to time, a fireball exploded in the distance, and the thunderous sound spread across the night sky, making it as lively as a world war.
The intermittent gunshots continued until the early hours of the morning, and finally stopped at dawn.
Qin Yi walked through the ruins, and the soles of his shoes made a "creak" sound when he stepped on the broken rubble. There were dark marks everywhere, and there were still smoky embers.
Stretchers were carried out one by one, and the injured police officers were quickly transported to the ambulance, and the sirens were turned on and they quickly drove away from the scene.
The gangster's body was thrown on the ground casually like garbage.
After a rough inventory, there were probably more than twenty.
Richard held a handkerchief tightly to his nose, stepped over the corpses with a look of disgust on his face, and walked to a Flying Tigers team commander.
"Are they all here?"
"Sir, most of them are here." The team commander stood at attention and reported, "A few gangsters have escaped and we are chasing them."
Richard nodded, turned around and glanced at the scene, "Let the Public Relations Department take photos."
After saying that, Richard turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly the body under his feet moved.
He looked down and kicked him, and found that the gangster was not dead, but was seriously injured and unconscious.
Richard looked up at the team commander.
"Sorry sir!" the team commander apologized quickly.
Richard pulled out his gun with an expressionless face and pulled the trigger on the seriously wounded gangster.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Clean this place!" Richard put the pistol back into his gun bag, turned around and left the scene.
Just after returning to the temporary command center, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class W140 car slowly stopped in front of Richard, the window rolled down, and Qin Yi showed a smile.
"Richard, your new car is nice, why don't you come up and try it?"
Richard's eyes straightened out at that time.
The wide body and the beautiful body lines outline a sense of domineering and high-end without being angry or overbearing.
The three horizontal lines on the grille of the vehicle and the vertical lines on the grille look like the word "王" on the forehead of a tiger, so this car has a resounding title in China, "Tiger Head Running".
The large and thick leather seats feel soft and comfortable, and the inside of the door panels are also decorated with soft leather and solid wood, all exuding a luxurious atmosphere.
Richard sat in the car, looking at the dense buttons on the center console, and was silent for a few seconds.
"My car?"
"Yeah, I heard that your car had a little accident." Qin Yi patted the steering wheel, "This car is your car, and it is particularly worthy of your status."
Richard looked directly at Qin Yi and asked very sincerely: "What do you want?"
"I think some people have made too much trouble recently. There are too many young and dangerous gangsters and desperadoes in Hong Kong. If they just hold machetes and steel pipes, it's nothing." Qin Yi sighed, "Now they have automatic rifles and
It's a grenade, I'm afraid they might cause trouble."
"And I want to accumulate more merit and get promoted easier."
"Be specific." Richard interrupted Qin Yi.
"Your SB has information about the arms dealers in Hong Kong, right?" Qin Yi looked at Richard with a smile, "I want to suppress a group of arms dealers, and by the way, give them a warning not to mess around."
"Qin, although we are friends." Richard said sincerely, "but this information is SB's secret, I can't..."
"How much?"
"One million US dollars."
"200,000, plus this car."
"Hasn't this car been given to me already?" Richard was a little surprised.
"I don't want to give it away now." Qin Yi replied.
"400,000, no more." Richard added, "I will send you the information before dawn."
"Deal."
Richard smiled and said, "Actually, if you want to be promoted, you don't have to worry so much. If you pay five million dollars, I will guarantee that you will be promoted to chief inspector in two years."
"No, I don't have that much money." Qin Yi declined with a smile.
It’s hard to say whether SB will still be around in two years’ time, so what are you going to do to promote me?
"How can I give you money? Cash? Transfer?"
"No need to go to so much trouble, just help me deposit it into the private equity fund." Richard said casually while stroking the interior of the car with excitement on his face.
"Okay, no problem!" Qin Yi was also very happy, "Richard, you are really my good friend."
It's good to transfer it directly to the foundation. It's equivalent to getting information without spending any money.
"Well, Qin, you too." Richard couldn't put it down for these two luxury cars.
Qin Yi thought about it and felt that Richard was so considerate, so he might as well remind him.
"Uh, Richard, you know the origin of this car..." Qin Yi hesitated.
"Smuggling car?" Richard glanced at Qin Yi and waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, I will handle the procedures myself."
"That's good."
In fact, this car is not a smuggled car, but Qin Yi forgot to spend money when he got it.
The original owner of the car was Zhao Guomin. It was kept in the garage and had not been driven a few times. It was such a waste.
So Qin Yi borrowed it for use, and he also thoughtfully asked Mao Zai to modify it and change the license plate.
Seeing how happy Richard is now, Qin Yi feels that this car birth is considered a success.
"Qin, you are really the best friend." Richard touched the leather seat and said with emotion.
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"Paji!"
The shoes stepped into the turbid sewage, staining the khaki uppers.
The panicked mouse scurried past the feet and got into the gutter.
Abu carried his travel bag and walked nonchalantly in the dark and narrow alleys, going deeper and deeper, and there were countless hidden eyes staring at him in the darkness.
Dim lights lit up in the courtyard of the Kowloon Walled City Center. Several burly men with sinister faces were sitting at the table, with mahjong scattered on the ground beside them.
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The flowery arm tattoo, the sharp machete, and the thug with a sinister expression all look increasingly weird in the dim light.
Abu ignored these people and walked straight up the stairs.
A tall and strong man appeared at the end of the stairs, glanced at it, and smiled, "Abu, you are back."
"Brother Guang." Abu greeted him and rushed upstairs in two steps.
"You came back just in time. Master Qiang is asking about the situation over there?" Da Zhiguang waved his hand, "Let's go, I will take you to see Master Qiang."
"How was it over there? Did they suspect you?"
Abu was silent for two seconds, "No."
"Are you having a hard time over there?" Da Zhiguang asked with concern, "Have you eaten because you can't get any business? Did I ask someone to prepare a side dish for you?"
Abu shook his head and said nothing.
Da Zhiguang led Abu through the doors and entered a luxuriously decorated room.
Soft Persian carpets, solid wood furniture with complicated patterns, soft leather sofas, and various calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls all exude a luxurious atmosphere.
Mr. Qiang held a wolf-brush pen and stood in front of his desk, swiping ink and making the pen move like a dragon or a snake.
"Abu is back." Qiang Ye casually put the brush on the pen holder, took two steps back, and admired his calligraphy.
"Come on, come on, I've written a new calligraphy, how about you come and take a look?"
Da Zhiguang glanced at it and said, "Master Qiang wrote well."
Mr. Qiang waved his hand, "I'm just writing casually. Abu, come and take a look at this handwriting."
Abu leaned over, glanced at it, and read out word for word, "Catch the toad and pee out it."
Mr. Qiang's face darkened, "This is a bright future, let's build on the past and open up the future!"
"I haven't read the book." Abu replied calmly.
"..." Mr. Qiang walked out from behind the desk, walked to the chair next to him, sat down, picked up the teacup, and asked slowly, "How are you doing there? Isn't it difficult?"<
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Abu answered directly: "Life is very good there. Three meals a day, late night snacks and afternoon tea are all included. There is always a shuttle bus to pick you up. The house we live in has a single room for four people per room."
Mr. Qiang's face became serious, and he asked for some details carefully. The more he listened, the more worried his eyes became.
"Hmph." Mr. Qiang sneered, "What a big deal. So what do you usually do?"
"Waiting for a job, and if there is no job, just stay in the office and read CDs and magazines."
"Do you have business?" Mr. Qiang immediately sat up straight and asked nervously, "Where did you get the business from?"
"I don't know about that," Abu replied. "Every day, some orders are issued for people to bid for, and the prices for the orders are very high."
Mr. Qiang's face darkened, and he sat in a chair and thought for a long time.
"Okay, this matter is over here. Don't mention it to anyone again. You can't reveal a word. Do you understand?" Mr. Qiang said with a serious face.
"Yeah" Abu nodded.
Mr. Qiang showed a satisfied look and casually pulled out a stack of information, "I have a big business now. After thinking about it, I think you are the most suitable one."
"For one million Hong Kong dollars, if someone wants to buy the lives of the entire Ni family, just do it."
"I won't take this job." Abu replied coldly.
"What did you say?" Mr. Qiang frowned and looked at Abu with a cold light in his eyes.
"Abu!" Da Zhiguang glared at him and winked at him, "This job costs one million, and you will be rich after you finish it."
"I am not short of money now." Abu asked, "Why do you want to kill the entire Ni family?"
"You're crazy, we are killers, we get paid to do things, why are there so many reasons?" Da Zhiguang scolded.
"I won't take this kind of job." Abu said coldly.
"Don't answer?" Mr. Qiang narrowed his eyes, "Is one million too small for you?"
"One million Hong Kong dollars is indeed a lot?" Abu sneered, "But I heard that this order is one million US dollars."
"Push! Who told you this?" Mr. Qiang threw the teacup down and asked in a stern voice, "Are you here to disturb our military morale on purpose?"
"Have you been bribed by the other party? Deliberately spreading rumors?"
Abu did not answer, but turned to look at Da Zhiguang, "Brother Guang, I have finished what you asked me to do, and we are settled."
After saying that, Abu picked up the travel bag on the ground and turned around to leave.
"Stop!"
At the door of the room, a dozen shirtless strong men quietly raised their knives, like door gods.
The dragons and tigers on the shoulders and arms are lifelike, exuding the aura of ferocious beasts, just like the owner of the tattoo, with a cold and ferocious face.
Wearing a khaki coat, Abu, with a green and immature appearance, stood alone in the center of the room with an expressionless face.
Mr. Qiang looked at Abu with murderous intent in his eyes, "Without my words, no one would be able to get out of the city alive."
Abu carefully rolled up his cuffs, took out the machete from his travel bag, pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the hand holding the knife, bit the knot with his teeth and pulled hard.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I don't believe it!"