There was a bleeding spot on Shangguan Jin's black suit. During the gunfight, a lot of adrenaline was secreted, and he didn't feel any pain when he was shot. Now he relaxed a little, and when he saw the blood on his body, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Liu Ziguang tore open Shangguan's suit. The white shirt inside had been soaked with blood. A bullet penetrated from the right side of his waist. The injury seemed serious.
"Go to the hospital." Liu Ziguang said.
"No." Shangguan Jin stopped him, "We don't even have entry records. It would be very troublesome to be wanted by the mainland. We have caused such a big mess in Hong Kong. We absolutely cannot go to the hospital."
Liu Ziguang thought for a moment and said, "Listen to my command and go to this place."
He reported an address to the buck-toothed wolf. When he looked back, Shangguan Jin had torn off a shirt and tied it to the wound. The sweat on her forehead was rolling down, her cheeks became extremely pale, and her lips were bloodless.
Liu Ziguang looked at himself, showed a forced smile and said: "Don't be surprised, I'm a medical student, I don't suffer from bleeding."
She was not fainting from blood, but Jin Xudong was already so frightened that he shivered in a corner. Liu Ziguang patted him on the shoulder, but he became even more frightened: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you everything."
Liu Ziguang grabbed Jin Xudong's body, slapped him in the face four times, and asked: "What are you doing with the Japanese?"
"Talk about business." Jin Xudong, who was in fear, did not forget to use lies to protect himself.
There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of the pistol hammer being cocked. The black muzzle of the gun was pressing against Jin Xudong's chin: "Let me talk about business again. I have killed five people today. I don't care if there is one more of you."
"The Japanese bought my information." Jin Xudong was a smart man and immediately chose to compromise.
"What information?" Liu Ziguang chased after him.
"Contracts between Domestic Enterprises and Australian Mining."
"Be specific!"
"I can't say it. If I say it, you will kill me."
Unexpectedly, this kid was quite cunning. Liu Ziguang slashed Jin Xudong's artery with his hand knife, knocked him unconscious and covered him with a black cloth hood.
Suddenly, the car began to slow down, and the police lights flashed not far away. The police were facing a formidable enemy. They were fully armed with helmets and body armor. An assault vehicle was parked on the side of the road, and the police officers were receiving Remington shotguns.
Traffic policemen wearing reflective vests waved signs and ordered vehicles to pass through inspections one by one. The stretch sedan Liu Ziguang and others were riding in was caught in the flow of traffic, and it was impossible to move back.
"Leave me alone, run away." Shangguan Jin also noticed that something was wrong and said weakly.
"Don't worry, Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law and our cars will not be searched." Liu Ziguang said confidently.
"Why?" Shangguan Jin muttered, seeming to be a little confused.
The police checked very carefully. Every passing car had to check the driver's license plate, the back seat and the trunk. When it was the black limousine's turn, the police officer knocked on the window and said: "Sir, before you get out of the car,
Check.”
The buck-toothed wolf lowered the window and handed out two documents. The policeman took a look and then looked at the people in the car. They had neat suits, white shirts and meticulous hair. The driver said politely: "Sir, please hurry up."
Well, we are going to be late, and Mr. Consul doesn’t want to keep the Chief Executive waiting too long.”
The policeman stood at attention and saluted: "Sorry to disturb you."
After passing safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The buck-toothed wolf raised the certificate in his hand and said, "I'm sorry they don't dare to check the consulate's car."
The car passed Gascoigne Road and Princess Road, passed the Hung Hom Cross-Harbour Tunnel to the main island of Hong Kong, and drove all the way south. At first, there were high-rise buildings on both sides, but gradually it turned into a lush green area, with verdant mountains, and entered the mid-levels where Hong Kong's wealthy people live.
area.
"Nanshan Villa No. 41, Repulse Bay, is right here." The buck-toothed wolf turned and drove into the fork in the road. What came into view was a white high-rise mansion. A man in a suit came towards him and waved a few words.
Down.
Zhang Baiqiang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned on the pistol safety, and Liu Ziguang said from behind: "Don't be nervous, we are one of our own."
The man walked to the car without saying a word. He opened the back door and got in. He directed the buck-toothed wolf to drive to the entrance of the underground parking lot. The guard came over and asked. The man lowered the window and replied, "Uncle Biao, it's me.
ah."
When the doorman saw that it was a new resident, he laughed and said, "Mr. Zheng, what a beautiful car." He turned around and opened the lifting railing.
The car drove into the parking lot. It was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, and most of them were elegant and luxurious high-end cars and nanny cars. There were no less than five Rolls-Royces. On the contrary, it was rare to see such high-profile and cutting-edge sports cars. It can be seen that
The owners of this house should be mainly middle- and high-level people in society.
After parking the car, several people got out of the car and were about to get on the elevator. Suddenly Zhang Baiqiang stopped and said, "Alang, you go and take care of that matter."
The buck-toothed wolf nodded and turned around.
Liu Ziguang's safe house in Hong Kong was purchased last year by Zheng Chen. It was in the name of a wealthy man from the Mainland and had no connection with Ruifeng Trading Company. The Nanshan Villa is located in the eastern mid-levels of Hong Kong Island, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Deep Water Bay and Aberdeen.
It has always been a place where people from the upper class flock to. Although the Nanshan Villa is an old building with more than 30 years of history, it is still a top-notch mansion because the scenery here is beautiful, the public security is good, and the owners are either rich or noble, and they can almost get it at will.
A resident came out and had dinner with the chief executive.
It was precisely based on this that Liu Ziguang chose Nanshan Villa as a safe house. The unit he bought was 2,400 square feet. The space was terrifyingly spacious. The kitchen was especially beautifully decorated, with a stainless steel worktop and four doors.
The oversized refrigerator, the tile floor is spotless, and the ceiling light on the ceiling is extremely bright. If you look closely, it is actually a shadowless light.
Liu Ziguang led Shangguan Jin into the kitchen, put it down on the work table, took off his shoes and threw them out. He opened the cabinet and took out the anti-bacterial gown and put it on, put on a hat and mask, washed his hands carefully, and took out a pair of shoes from the cabinet.
The entire set of surgical instruments comes in sterile packaging and unopened.
Shangguan Jin was lying on the cold kitchen chopping board, watching Liu Ziguang cut open his coat with surgical scissors, and said with a labored smile: "Why do I feel like a pig in a slaughterhouse?"
Liu Ziguang did not smile, but asked kindly: "What is your blood type?"
"Type B." Shangguan Jin passed out after saying this.
Liu Ziguang threw the injected injection into the trash can and covered the wounded person with a sterile surgical towel, leaving only the wound exposed. Fortunately, the bullet that hit Shangguan Jin was a bullet that failed after penetrating the steel plate of the car and penetrated into the skin of the waist.
The fat did not go deeper, so there was a lot of blood flow, which was not a serious problem.
The bullet hole was very small. Liu Ziguang reached in with tweezers, pinched the bullet head, and took it out gently. It was a deformed nine-millimeter pistol bullet. It should have been fired by a Stirling submachine gun. The bullet had deformed and was mushroom-shaped.
It makes a crisp sound when it falls on the stainless steel plate.
The bullet was taken out and blood flowed out from the bullet hole. Liu Ziguang clamped the wound with a hemostat, opened the refrigerator and took out a bag of plasma with water droplets, helped Shangguan Jin hang it up, started blood transfusion, then cleaned and bandaged the wound, operating table
The lower part is on wheels. I pushed it directly to the bedroom. I put the unconscious Shangguan Jin on the bed. I returned to the kitchen and turned on the faucet. I cleaned the work surface. All the blood stains were flushed into the sewer. The blood-stained gauze and instruments were thrown into the trash can.
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After doing this, Liu Ziguang took out a few boxes of sirloin steak and boxed butter from the refrigerator, lit the gas stove, put a pan on it, and began to fry the beef.
…
In the nightclub, Ruan Xiong was sitting on a large sofa with a cigar in his mouth. The major fire incident on Lai Chi Kok Road was being broadcast on the TV. The mess all over the street moved this hero who once dominated the Taipei underworld. Those who passed by
Jiang Long is indeed a ruthless character, and such a person should never be allowed to stay.
Ruan Xiong picked up the phone and called Cheng Guoju: "Master Ju, watch TV."
After saying that, he put down the phone, walked back and forth in the room, walked to the table, took out a short-barreled revolver from the drawer, opened the chamber and looked at it, then picked up the intercom on the table and said: "
Ajie, let the brothers prepare to do something."
There was a "pop" sound behind his head, and Ruan Xiong slowly put down his pistol and raised his hands.
"This is how you behave, Brother Xiong." The buck-toothed wolf came out from behind, holding a Black Star with a big nose in his hand, and grabbed the revolver on the table and looked at it.
"Alang, listen to me, we brothers have known each other for many years..." Ruan Xiong said sincerely. Before he finished speaking, the buck-toothed wolf raised his hand and fired, and the bullet passed through Ruan Xiong's mouth and the back of his neck.
A bloody arrow shot out from everywhere, and the person fell on the sofa like a sack.
"After many years of friendship, I'll leave you a whole body." Bucktooth Wolf said contemptuously, stuffed the fired revolver into Ruan Xiong's hand, and left with a smile.
There was a burst of noise from the intercom, and then Ajie's panicked voice: "Brother Xiong, the cop is here."
…
In the West Kowloon Region, in the Office of the Crime Squad, there was a whirlwind of calls, faxes, mobile phones and radio stations. All kinds of information came from all directions. The more information there is, the more complicated this case becomes.
The identities of the dead have been basically determined. Five of the killers are former Chinese and Gurkha soldiers in the British Army in Hong Kong, as well as gangsters, and one driver is the younger brother of Ruan Xiong, the eldest brother of Helian Sheng.
Chicken, the identity of the injured is much more complicated. One is Inspector Liang Xiao of the West Kowloon Crime Squad, and the other is Naoto Araki, the senior manager of Furukawa Trading Company in Japan. According to the information from the Security Department, this Japanese is actually a
spy.
Although Liang Xiao was wearing a bulletproof vest, his ribs were broken by the impact of the bullet and his lungs were punctured. He was still being rescued in the hospital. Naoto Araki was even more seriously injured. A rifle bullet hit his waist and left a lot of wounds on his body.
He rolled around a few times and his intestines were turned to pieces. It is estimated that there is no way to save him. He is still trying his best.
The police, killers, underworld, spies, military firearms lost before the return of 1997, and British Chinese soldiers. These factors gave Chief Miao a headache. He could not find any clues. The guys from the security department enlarged the photos of the scene several times and posted them
The whole conference room was filled with live video surveillance, hoping to find clues. Everyone was smoking and thinking.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang, and Superintendent Li and Chief Miao took out their phones at the same time.
"Sorry, it's mine." Chief Miao answered the phone, hummed a few times, hung up and said to Superintendent Li: "The guy who went to the nightclub said that Ruan Xiong committed suicide in the room."
Superintendent Li's expression became even more serious. Suddenly, his cell phone rang again. This time it was Superintendent Li's call. He looked at the number and couldn't help but feel moved. He quickly walked to the deserted corridor, cleared his throat with a dry cough, and then answered the call.
"Hello Director, I am Xiao Li from the Security Department."
"Yes, understand."
After hanging up the phone, Superintendent Li returned to the conference room. Even Chief Miao noticed something was wrong with his expression.
"Superintendent Li, what's the progress?"
Li Zekun smiled bitterly and said: "The call from the director, the two people with Liang Xiao, are guests of the Liaison Office of the Central People's Government."
Chief Miao swallowed hard and did not dare to ask any more questions.