"Aluo, how could you be so careless?" His wife Bai Yuechang looked worriedly at Lei Luo, who had a worried face, Han Sen, who was covering his waist with his hands, and Lan Gang, who was hanging his arms.
Lei Luo didn't know how to answer, so he winked at Lan Gang and Han Sen.
Lan Gang understood immediately and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, it's okay, we just met our opponent when we were playing waves outside!"
"Yes, this team is very strong. We are older, so we are injured! Don't you think so, Brother Luo?" Han Sen kicked the ball back from the side.
Bai Yuechang still didn't believe it and glanced at Lei Luo.
Lei Luo had to lie and said: "Yes, that's a team of ghost guys. You also know that ghost guys love steak the most. They are all tall and fierce, but we can't beat them!"
"Okay, I believe you, but you can't go out to play football anymore!"
“It would be boring if we didn’t fish or kick waves!”
"Then don't play with the ghost guys anymore!"
"receive!"
During the conversation, the servant came in from outside and reported: "Madam, sir, Mr. Shi is here and he has brought a gift!"
"Uh, why did A Jian come here so late?"
"Yeah, it's almost dark now."
Lei Luo had a bad feeling in his heart and quickly winked at Lan Gang.
Lan Gang understood and hurriedly said to Bai Yuechang: "Sister-in-law, suddenly I'm a little hungry. Can you help me make a bowl of soup? I like the turtle soup you make the most!"
"Yes, sister-in-law, I am also a little hungry. Drinking soup can replenish my body!" Han Sen continued.
"I don't understand you. Just now I asked you if you were hungry. Everyone shook their heads, but now you are hungry again."
"Yeah, we got hungry so fast!"
"Okay, I'll make soup for you - but I can't receive Ajian..."
"Just let us receive Ajian." Lei Luo said, "Go and make some soup - make more soup and let Ajian drink some too!"
Lei Luo pushed his wife towards the kitchen. When Bai Yuechang entered the kitchen, Lei Luo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ajian must have known what happened to us when he came here so late... Needless to say, it must be Yan Xiong who has a bad mouth."
prison!"
"What a shame, our four detectives--" Lan Gang and Han Sen didn't know what to say.
At this time, Shi Zhijian had already asked Chen Tai to come in with gifts. When he saw that the gifts were some supplements that nourished the blood and nourished the body, Lei Luo and the others knew that they were right.
"I made you laugh, A Jian!" Lei Luo stepped forward with a wry smile, and there was no need to explain more.
Shi Zhijian nodded and asked Chen Tai to hand the gift to the servant next to him. Just as he was about to speak, Lei Luo glanced towards the kitchen and said, "Let's go to the study to talk - and besides, our injuries were all caused by kicking!"
Shi Zhijian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Understood!"
…
In the study, Shi Zhijian sat across from Lei Luo and the others and took a sip of tea: "I have heard about the matter. The people from the Chaoshan Gang did a bit too much."
Lei Luo shook his head and laughed at himself: "It was us who took care of him! I thought that with our status as the four detectives, we would be able to help the fat boy handle the matter, but in the end we couldn't even protect ourselves!"
"Yes, our four detectives are really embarrassed this time!" Lan Gang said with a bitter smile.
"Yan Xiong is even worse. He used to always brag about how powerful and sharp he was as the King of Arms, but he was beaten like a dog?" Han Sen intentionally or unintentionally used words to irritate Shi Zhijian.
After all, Yan Xiong is Shi Zhijian's man, and it depends on the owner when beating a dog.
Shi Zhijian smiled and didn't take it seriously. He knew very well that Yan Xiong was a man. Although he was a bit cunning, he could distinguish the important from the important. Otherwise, Lei Luo and others would not have been beaten into dogs by the New Territories cattle.
If Yan Xiong is a little more domineering, he can directly find mercenaries to kill New Territory Niu and others, but that will also bring trouble to Shi Zhijian.
"Actually, I went to the Immigration Bureau today -" Shi Zhijian changed the topic and suddenly said to Lei Luo and the others, "and I heard and saw many incredible things there..."
Then Shi Zhijian recounted what he saw and heard at the Immigration Bureau.
Lei Luo and the others did not expect that the ghosts at the Immigration Bureau would be so discriminatory against the Chinese, and even looked down upon big bosses like Shi Zhijian. They were all filled with righteous indignation with fists in their hands.
After Shi Zhijian finished speaking, he said: "The reason is that Vancouver Mayor Powell is the main source. He hates the Chinese, so he instructs the Immigration Bureau and the Vancouver Police Department to fight against the Chinese everywhere, so he joins forces with the local gang Shark Gang and bribes the Chaoshan Gang.
Wait to do something for him and wipe out Chinatown."
Shi Zhijian analyzed: "In addition, the Vancouver Police Department and the Shark Gang are also his right-hand men. With them, Powell is even more powerful. Without them, Powell will be unable to move forward!"
"Ajian, you mean..."
"If we want to take revenge, we must cut off his right and left arm?" Lei Luo and the other two looked at each other and then looked at Shi Zhijian again.
Shi Zhijian nodded: "So... we have to start from the police station first!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Money! Those ghosts don't believe in money, so I have to let them know what it means to have money that makes ghosts grind!" Shi Zhijian took a sip of tea, slowly put down the tea cup, and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Lei Luo was very familiar with Shi Zhijian's smile. Often when he smiled like this, someone would be in trouble.
"Then what do the four of us do?"
"Yes, we can't do nothing when we are so humiliated, right?" Lei Luo and the others asked again.
"The rebellious New Territories Cow is left to you!" Shi Zhijian said, "Isn't he from the Chaoshan Gang? You are also the four detectives after all, so you don't need me to teach you how to turn him into a loner, right?"
Lei Luo and the other three looked at each other: "Maybe we should pick up our old profession again!"
"Yeah, I haven't done it for a long time, it's time to stretch my muscles!"
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
…
Mr. Sullivan, the chief of the Vancouver Police Department, is forty-three years old this year. He is in the prime of life and is climbing the career ladder.
For Director Sullivan, since Mayor Powell parachuted into Vancouver, he has lost a good opportunity to become the mayor. He originally planned to try to run for mayor, but now, the mayor's throne has been snatched by Powell.
Walk.
However, Sullivan is a profound person. He knows that if Powell can land in Vancouver and become mayor, there must be someone behind him to help support him.
This is indeed the case. Rumor has it that Mayor Powell’s father-in-law is Canadian Congressman Sir Richard Rudd.
Sir Lucado is not only a member of the Canadian Parliament, but also a famous business tycoon and financial giant. His family is powerful and monopolizes many industries in Canada. He even owns private gold mines. He is as rich as the country.
With such a person in the background, it would be difficult for Powell, who is three years younger than Sullivan, not to develop.
"Hey, comparing people to each other is so irritating!" Sullivan had already resigned himself to the fact that he would not be able to win the mayor's seat.
Today, Commissioner Sullivan went to work as usual, driving his Chevrolet sedan along Vancouver's Banyan Street towards the police station.
Just then, a large truck roared behind him, honking its horn wildly.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Sullivan was busy turning the steering wheel, and the large truck flew past the butt of his car!
Bang!
Sullivan's car hit the railing, black smoke billowing from the front.
"Damn it, you even dare to hit my car?!" Sullivan was so angry that he got out of the car and looked at the large truck that had already disappeared.
"Damn it, you don't even have a license plate number?! I will definitely find you, damn it!" Sullivan waved his fist angrily.
Unfortunately, the car has broken down and cannot be driven.
Sullivan could only find a phone booth and call the insurance company, asking them to tow the car away for repairs, while he found a taxi and rushed to the police station for work.
When the taxi was on the road, Sullivan was still angrily cursing the truck driver loudly.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear something again. Listen carefully - a whistling sound!
I quickly looked back and saw that the damn big truck appeared like a ghost again, chasing after the taxi.
"Uh, what's going on? Brother, who did you offend?" the taxi driver turned to ask Sullivan.
Sullivan looked confused, "Who have I offended? I am the police chief, and I have offended a lot of people!"
Sullivan couldn't think of anyone who would be so vicious as to kill him.
"Driver, please drive faster!"
"You think I don't want to? I'm more anxious than you are!"
The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator crazily and the car sped off.
The large truck behind them was honking and roaring as it crashed into them.
Bang!
The car was hit on the butt.
The car crashed into sparks.
Sullivan was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
The taxi driver gritted his teeth.
Fortunately, the big truck stopped chasing after three consecutive collisions.
Escape!
Sullivan and the driver breathed a sigh of relief together.
"That's terrible, man! Looks like someone's trying to kill you!" the driver said to Sullivan.
"You think I didn't see it? The question is who wants to kill me?"
"How do I know? I don't even know who you are!" the driver complained.
When they arrived at their destination, the driver demanded that Sullivan pay for the extra repairs.
Seeing that the police station was right in front of him, Sullivan started to get arrogant. He took out the director's ID card and waved it in front of the driver. He said in an arrogant tone: "Do you want to pay more? Then do you want me to invite you in for a drink?"
The driver understood the situation and hurriedly nodded and bowed: "No! Please take care of yourself!" After saying that, he hurried away.
Sullivan looked at the cowardly driver, snorted coldly, and then walked into the police station with his briefcase and his chest puffed out.
Along the way, the police officers all saluted and said hello when they saw him, showing great respect for him.
Sullivan changed his fear and became arrogant. He nodded frequently and was full of aura.
When he returned to the office, Sullivan immediately slumped in his chair like a deflated rubber ball and kept chanting: "Who is going to kill me?"
But before he finished talking, he suddenly found a man in white sitting on the sofa opposite him, smoking a cigarette and looking at him with a smile.
"Ghost!" Sullivan was so frightened that he ran away.
Then he felt that he was a little rude, pointed at the man and asked: "Who are you? Why are you here? Who let you in?"
The man in white smiled, stood up from his seat, walked towards Sullivan and stretched out his hand: "First of all, I am not a ghost, and secondly, let me get to know you - my surname is Shi, Shi Zhijian! My English name is Pit Jian! As for the last two questions,
Why am I here? Because I came here to see you for something. As for who let me in, of course it was your female secretary, because I told her that I was your old friend! An old friend from Hong Kong! "
…
"No! I don't have an old friend like you in Hong Kong!" Sullivan pointed at Shi Zhijian's nose and said, "Who are you and why are you here?"
"As I said, my name is Peter Jian. I'm from Hong Kong. I came here to make friends with you!" Shi Zhijian smiled and stretched his hand towards Sullivan.
Sullivan was dubious and wanted to call the security guards to come in and drive Shi Zhijian out.
But Shi Zhijian said: "To be precise, I want to do a big deal with you - the throne of the mayor of Vancouver. Are you willing to sit on it?"
"Uh, what?" Sullivan was stunned.
Shi Zhijian said no more, turned around and returned to his seat, looking at Sullivan with a smile.
Sullivan's eyes flickered for a few times before he sat down in his seat and looked at Shi Zhijian: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Shi Zhijian smiled, "Maybe you don't know who I am, but you must have heard of Shinhwa Group, right?"
"Shinhwa Group? Hong Kong? Peter Jian?" Sullivan tried hard to connect these elements, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you the Hong Kong super tycoon?"
Canada is relatively close to the United States, and what happened to Shi Zhijian in the United States has long been spread in Canada.
Legend has it that a Chinese tycoon from Hong Kong is the president of the famous Shinhwa Group. He not only wiped out Chinatown in Los Angeles, but also controlled the political situation in Los Angeles. It can be said that he has extraordinary skills.
Taking a deep breath, Sullivan stared at Shi Zhijian in disbelief: "How do you expect me to believe you?"
"You don't need to believe me, you just need to believe in yourself - if you are not afraid of a car accident or a disaster from the sky, you can completely ignore me!"
"What?" Sullivan jumped up suddenly and glared at Shi Zhijian, "Were you responsible for today's car accident?"
"What do you think? Who else in Vancouver dares to touch you?" Shi Zhijian said lightly.
This attitude made Sullivan dare not get angry wantonly. After all, there were not many people who dared to touch him.
Holding back his anger, "Why are you doing this?"
"Why? Because we Chinese have a saying that we should be polite first and then be polite. I am just the opposite. I am familiar with your Western character, so I changed this rule and have a first soldier, then polite. What do you think, Mr. Sullivan? Are you satisfied?
?”
"Peter Jian, do you know that based on this alone, I can charge you with intentional murder and put you in jail?" Sullivan said angrily.
"Murder? Aren't you standing still? Besides, what evidence do you have to prove that I did it?"
"You——" Sullivan was speechless.
"Okay, sit down, Director Sullivan! You'd better sit down and listen to what I have to say!" Shi Zhijian pointed to the chair, and Sullivan had to sit down again, but his expression was extremely ugly.
