A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Just be patient, it's not easy to be a thorn, just coax them to play."

Wang Zuluo's hair stood up when he heard A Guang's words.

"Hurry up and call them and ask them if they know a stubborn guy named Fei Bo. I have a business to do with him."

A Guang nodded and immediately took out his phone and called the A Fei brothers. But after talking for a long time, Aguang handed over the phone again.

"Brother Luo, those two boys want to say hello to you personally."

Wang Zuluo finally understood why A Guang hated these two guys, because they were too boring.

"Hello, I'm Wang Zuluo."

"Brother Luo, this is A Fei. A Ji and I are following Hong Tai's people at the police station door holding signs and shouting slogans."

When Wang Zuluo heard his address, he couldn't help but trembled: "Don't call me Brother Luo or Boss from now on. It's best to call me less. You have to be professional when making nails, you know?"

"Remember, you two only have one boss now, and that is Hong Tai's Bao Rong brother. When you see Bao Rong from now on, you must respectfully call him boss, less than a hundred times a day, or I will deduct your wages."

Wang Zuluo carefully brainwashed the two of them, telling them to do things professionally.

Finally, we got to the point: "I heard that you two have a good relationship with Fei Bo. Please help me contact him and tell him that someone wants to buy a batch of arms from him..."

Ask brothers A Fei and A Ji to help purchase a batch of orders including fifteen submachine guns, four spray guns, and fifty pistols.

"By the way, remember to tell Fei Bo that it was Lai Dafei who ordered the goods from him... Repeat it to me and I will listen."

Wang Zuluo was afraid that something might happen to these two guys, so he was so cautious.

"Did Lai Dafei ask Fei Bo to buy a batch of weapons? I've written down the number. Fifty submachine guns..."

Ah Fei's voice was a little low, and the crowd could be heard shouting slogans such as "The police are arresting people for no reason."

"It's fifteen fucking submachine guns, fifteen!"

Wang Zuluo knew something was going to happen, but luckily he asked again at the end.

"Do you know if it will be done before ten o'clock in the evening?"

Wang Zuluo finally checked a few times before hanging up the phone and couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his head.

Although these two guys are weak and unreliable, they have no connections in terms of connections. I don’t know how Fei Bo, the guy who enjoyed the legacy of Lei Luo’s era, was so at odds with these two bad boys.

After finishing his business, Wong Cho-luk sat in a restaurant in Tai Kok Tsui and waited for the wind to calm down.

He spent the entire afternoon dealing with those guys who called him under false pretenses after they knew he had been attacked.

During this period, I also took time to put Lei Zhilan to sleep and let her go back and stare at the decoration of the milk tea chain store.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Zuluo received a strange phone call.

"Mr. A Fei, are you right? When will you sign for a batch of goods?"

Wang Zuluo was shocked and knew that arms had been sent over.

"The car wash shop in Changle Gang, Yau Ma Tei, you wait for me nearby, we will drive there!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zuluo stood up and took Aji to drive to pick up the goods.

In the Changle Gang of Yau Ma Tei, Feihong secretly approached Hua Fu from the United Alliance after being taught a lesson by Wang Zuluo, and prepared to discuss a plan to retaliate against Wang Zuluo.

But later when he heard that Wang Zuluo had merged with Lianying, Feihong put away his little thoughts.

"Brother Feihong, there is a car parked outside on the street opposite for more than half an hour. Is the police here to keep an eye on us?"

A younger brother walked in and reported success to Feihong, which made Feihong alert.

"Let the brothers put away all the things that cannot be seen in the light, and I will go out and take a look."

After saying that, Feihong went out and squatted in front of the car wash shop, pretending to smoke, while carefully looking at the truck opposite.

"Even the glass is covered with black film, so there is indeed a problem."

Feihong muttered, but continued to do his own thing as if nothing had happened.

At this time, several vans drove over, and a man who looked very familiar to Feihong got out.

"Wang Zuluo, what is he doing here?"

Feihong glanced in Wang Zuluo's direction, and immediately ran back to the car wash shop and asked his boys to close the rolling shutter door.

Can't you afford to hide if you can't offend him?

"I was sent by Lai Dafei and Brother Fei to pick up the goods. My name is Feihong."

Wang Zuluo knocked on the door of the van and mentioned his made-up identity with a smile.

"Okay, let's inspect the goods. Hong Tai won't cheat anyone."

The car door was opened and a short man got out of the driver's seat. Just like Wang Zuluo, they all tell lies with their eyes open, and they lie with their mouths.

"You bastard, if I didn't know your details, I would have been fooled by you."

Wang Zuluo cursed secretly, and then asked the gangsters surrounding the car to disperse. He himself took Ah Ji into the back compartment of the cargo truck and began to inspect the goods.

The short man opened the floor of the cargo compartment and took out long and short weapons wrapped in plastic foam.

"Fifteen submachine guns, each with 150 rounds of ammunition, and three magazines included."

Putting the submachine guns in front of Wang Zuluo one by one, Chapo picked one up and tore open the plastic outside for Wang Zuluo to check.

Although Wang Zuluo didn't know how to test a gun, he still pretended to be very professional and fiddled with it for a few times.

"They are all new goods. They were shipped back from India last month. They are all military products. Asan's brigade commander personally delivered them to the ship."

Seeing Wang Zuluo pretending to be playing with the gun, Chaozi explained helplessly.

"Fifteen plus bullets, the magazines are included. I'll give you two more AKs plus five hundred rounds of bullets, for a total of nine hundred thousand."

Seeing Wang Zuluo nodding, the short man started to take out weapons from under the floor again.

Each of the four trolls was given not only a gun holster, but also an extra 100 rounds of ammunition.

"You are lucky. I have an authentic American m1911 pistol here. Although it is second-hand, it has been tested in actual combat..."

Chapo tore open a packaging bag and fell down. Dozens of pistols clattered into the cargo compartment. He picked one up and started introducing it to Wang Zuluo.

"Stop, are you talking about m1911 or m1911A1?"

Wang Zuluo interrupted the short guy's nonsense directly and asked.

"Ahem, of course it's the m1911. This is the A1's dad-level pistol..."

Chaozi coughed awkwardly, and then continued to demonstrate the pistol to Wang Zuluo without blushing or out of breath.

You must know that although m1911 and m1911A1 have similar names, m1911A1 replaced the former as the standard weapon of the US military in 1926.

And now Chaozi has brought out some second-hand m1911s. At first glance, they don’t look like new products copied by other countries in recent years.

"It's only a few decades old. It's been well maintained. It's cheaper for you."

What Wang Zuluo heard was a dark line. He thought it was an old gun from more than ten years ago at most. Unexpectedly, it was a second-hand gun from decades ago. Maybe this gun had participated in World War II.

"How much does a Black Star cost? Thirty thousand yuan. My gun costs eight thousand yuan and I will give you a hundred bullets..."

In the end, Wang Zuluo accepted it. He had no choice but to buy short dogs in large quantities from these small brokers. The only ones he had were old guns that he didn't know where to find.

"Don't feel like you're at a loss. I'll just make some bullet money. Let's just give you fifty grenades."

As he spoke, Chapo took out another duffel bag, opened the zipper, and revealed the wooden-handled grenade inside.

"Oh shit!"

Wang Zuluo was so frightened that he trembled. Who the hell put a grenade in the car? Also, this thing looks a bit old. Who still uses grenades with this shape nowadays?

Fat Bo (Eric Tsang) from "Yaki and Yafei"