In the evening, in a small private house on the fifth floor of Chatham Building on Chatham Road and Ma Tau Wai Road, Liu Ziguang was sitting at a small square table. On the table was a disassembled GL9 pistol. This kind of pistol is very suitable for Asians.
The hand shape, plastic gun body, and slide have a very contemporary feel. Several yellow nine-millimeter bullets are scattered on the table. Next to it is a file bought from the hardware store. Liu Ziguang used it to cut a cross on the bullet.
To cause greater damage...
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Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Liu Ziguang was startled and quickly assembled the parts on the table. However, because the magazine was also disassembled, he could not assemble it for a while. He could only open the sleeve and insert a bullet.
After ducking behind the door, the knocking on the door stopped and turned into the sound of the door lock being rattled.
Liu Ziguang waited quietly. When the security door outside was thrown open, he suddenly opened the door, dragged the person outside and slapped him on the ground, followed by a hungry tiger that pounced on the strange visitor.
He put the pistol to the back of the man's head and shouted viciously: "Don't move!"
The uninvited guest was a young woman. This could be known from the soft and extremely elastic feeling coming from underneath her body. Moreover, this woman was still very young and very violent, because she immediately fought back with her hands.
He slammed his elbow back, turned over at the same time, and punched him like lightning.
Liu Ziguang did not shoot, but stretched out his hand to grasp the opponent's fist and asked: "What are you doing here?"
The mysterious woman who broke in was Hu Rong. At this time, the posture of the two of them was very ambiguous. Liu Ziguang was riding on Hu Rong's waist, holding her pink fist in one hand, and holding an unloaded pistol in the other hand. If there was someone at this moment,
When you come in, you will definitely mistake it for a scene of violence.
"Song Bureau said, let me cooperate with you." Hu Rong said, and at the same time she straightened her waist, trying to get rid of this embarrassing posture, but Liu Ziguang had no intention of letting her go, and instead raised his eyebrows and scolded her.
He said: "I asked you, you stupid kid, why are you disobedient? You still don't think it's enough to cause trouble. I can't carry out my work while you are here."
Hu Rong said angrily: "Then I don't care. Anyway, I am your partner now. This is an order from Director Song. If you have any objections, you can wait until you return and report to him."
Liu Ziguang finally understood that Song Jianfeng, an old fox, wanted his eldest niece to make meritorious deeds, but also didn't want her to get into trouble again, so he left this burden to himself. Old Song, Old Song, you really deserve to be a good cadre of the party.
"Okay, you can stay, but you must obey my command and never act without authorization. You have to know that what we are facing are extremely vicious underworld elements. They are by no means comparable to those in Jiangbei. Any laxity may
It will lead to unpredictable losses, do you understand?"
Hu Rong seemed to hesitate for a while, but still agreed: "Okay, I agree, can you get up from me now?"
Liu Ziguang chuckled, then got up from Hu Rong, threw the pistol on the table, and said: "Now carry out your first mission, go outside and bring me some takeout and a dozen beers."
Hu Rong also got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and said dissatisfied: "I am your partner, not your servant."
"First of all, I didn't admit that you were my partner. Secondly, you are lower than me in terms of age and police rank. Does going out to buy a meal compromise your status as a young lady?"
"Okay, I'll go, what do you want to eat?" Hu Rong bit her lip and finally gave in.
"casual."
Hu Rong went out angrily and came back half an hour later with large and small bags. This girl really knows how to care for people. In addition to two lunch boxes, there was also a whole roast goose, beer, drinks, cigarettes, fruit snacks, and towels.
Toothbrushes, slippers, clothes racks and other daily necessities. Looking at this situation, you probably want to stay here for a long time.
Liu Ziguang quickly assembled the pistol parts that were wiped clean on the table and hid them under his clothes. He found an old newspaper and spread it on the table. He motioned to Hu Rong to put the food and beer on the table and started eating and drinking.
He just ate and had no intention of communicating with Hu Rong about the case. Hu Rong stared at him for a while, then picked up the lunch and started eating.
After drinking and eating, Liu Ziguang threw away his chopsticks, stubbed out his cigarette butts in a beer can, wiped his mouth with grease, lay down on the bed, and started to sleep.
Hu Rong suppressed her anger, cleaned up the dining table with messy cups and plates, found a mop to clean the floor, and took the trash outside to throw away. After doing this, she was a little tired, but she soon discovered something even more embarrassing.
One thing, there is only one bed in this room.
"Liu Ziguang, where should I sleep?" Hu Rong asked angrily.
Liu Ziguang closed his eyes and did not answer, patting the free space on the bed with his hand.
This is a 1.5-meter single bed, which can barely accommodate two people. It's okay for male and female friends to sleep together like this, but it's a bit inappropriate for male and female partners at work to sleep like this.
Based on Hu Rong's previous temper, she would have turned against her a long time ago, but after this incident, her fiery temper has improved a lot. She knew that Liu Ziguang didn't want to see her and wanted to make her angry, so she looked for him instead.
He sat down and said, "Huh, it's not that easy to drive me away. I won't leave."
Liu Ziguang didn't say anything, turned over and went to sleep.
The night was getting darker. There was an old-fashioned TV set in the room. It was probably due to poor wiring. The screen was covered with snowflakes. Hu Rong watched the TV for a while, and all she heard was Cantonese. Gradually, her eyelids started to twitch. Liu Ziguang was on the bed.
She was sleeping soundly when a slight snore came from her. Hu Rong couldn't help but pout again: "Bad guy, he just knows how to bully me."
Fortunately, the autumn in Hong Kong was not cold. Hu Rong lay on the table with her clothes fully clothed and began to take a nap, and gradually fell into sleep. In her dream, she and her partner fought side by side, engaging in a gun battle with gangsters in a scene similar to that of early Hong Kong movies, with unlimited bullets.
The scene was heated. One moment, the partner was Han Guang, and the next moment he was Liu Ziguang. He was holding two guns and wearing sunglasses, walking and firing like Brother Ma. The gangsters trembled and fell to the ground and died. In the end, he was hijacked by the gangsters, who eventually held him hostage.
Partner, partner compromised, put down his gun, and finally fired continuously with a grin on his face, causing blood splattered all over his partner...
"No!" Hu Rong suddenly sat up, only to find that she was already lying on the bed with a blanket wrapped around her body, but Liu Ziguang was nowhere to be found.
Wiping the sweat from his head, he accidentally touched a cold object with one hand. He subconsciously grabbed it and saw that it was a dark pistol. It was the GL9 that Liu Ziguang used to deal with himself last night.
"This bad guy isn't that bad after all." Hu Rong felt warm in her heart, holding the pistol in her arms and thinking.
It was still a dark night outside, but Hu Rong couldn't fall asleep, so she kept waiting until dawn with her gun in her arms. At 5:30 in the morning, Liu Ziguang finally came back covered with morning dew. He sat down on a chair and lit up.
Yanlai said: "The matter has been found out. Han Guang was indeed injured by Cheng Guoju. The person who came forward was his younger brother Ahao. He was originally going to take your turn and then take pictures and put them online, but something unexpected happened. You are fine.
Han Guang is out of luck."
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried so hard and harmed Captain Han." Hu Rong's eyes turned red again.
"It's not your fault. It's Cheng Guoju who is so arrogant that he even dares to touch the police. It seems that the reform of Hong Kong's legal system has reached a point where it is urgent to delay."
Hu Rong knew that Liu Ziguang had missed the night and was there to investigate the case. Her favorable impression of this "bad guy" suddenly increased. She hesitated and asked: "So, what are you going to do?"
"First of all, the perpetrators must be held accountable. This was done by Helian Sheng. As a social organization, they should be held responsible for this."
"But didn't the police say they had handed over three people, and that Zhou Guoji is still hospitalized?"
Liu Ziguang shook his head: "It's just a loss of soldiers to protect the commander. It is far from meeting my psychological expectations."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Don't worry about this. I've already finished it. Okay, you go downstairs to the 7-11 to buy something to eat. I'm hungry."
With that said, Liu Ziguang lay down on the bed carelessly, threw away his shoes, and started to catch up on his sleep. Hu Rong noticed that there were faint blood stains on Liu Ziguang's shoes. Her heart moved, and she didn't say anything, so she went shopping obediently.
While drinking milk and eating breakfast, Hu Rong picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. The Jade Channel was broadcasting news. After a period of exposure, Hu Rong could understand a lot of Cantonese. With the pictures, she naturally understood the seven words.
July 88, TV said that there was a group fight in Tsim Sha Tsui last night. The social organization He Lian Sheng was fighting with other gangs. The police arrived at the scene in time to stop the fight and arrested more than ten suspects. As of the time of publishing, three people have died.
Five people were seriously injured and 17 people were slightly injured. The injured have been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Please pay attention to follow-up reports about this incident.
Hu Rong gave Liu Ziguang a meaningful look, and the latter said unabashedly: "I was the one who did it. I originally wanted to have a good talk, but a bunch of Hong Kong Can actually played dirty tricks and cut them when they showed their swords. I
The restraint was ineffective, so we had no choice but to act in self-defense. They may have been a bit harsh, but they brought it upon themselves. What do you mean by looking at me like that? You don't want to arrest me yourself and send me to the police station to merit merit."
Hu Rong quickly looked away and said in a panic: "No, I was just asking."
"It's okay if you don't have them. I'll take a nap while you go get rid of these shoes and buy me a new pair of shoes."
Rong obediently agreed.
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When Liu Ziguang woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Hu Rong had already prepared lunch, a sumptuous table of dishes, beer and desserts. There were also new socks and new underwear at the end of the bed.
There are two pairs of new shoes.
"I don't know your size. Can you try it and see if it fits? If it doesn't fit, I'll buy it." After Hu Rong finished speaking, she turned her head.
Liu Ziguang smiled with satisfaction: "That's just right. There's no need to try. I believe in your vision. Come and eat."
During this lunch, Liu Ziguang finally began to discuss the next step with Hu Rong. He said: "It is unrealistic to rely on the Hong Kong police. Before Song Bureau left, he made an explanation that the Cheng Guoju criminal group must be beaten and punished.
He exerted tremendous pressure to force him to voluntarily hand over the stolen money. I have thought about it. Time is tight and the task is heavy. We cannot adopt the conventional seven-inch approach. We have to eliminate Cheng Guoju's important source of income. There is only one way."