A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

Not long after Wang Zuluo and his party left, a panting uniformed policeman arrived belatedly.

"Call the main station, police officer PC39266 has arrived at the intersection of Pok Fu Lam Road, and no obvious abnormalities were found..."

"The main station has received the latest order: close the team..."

When the uniformed police officer heard the answer on the intercom, he obviously didn't react and continued to walk a few steps towards the hospital before his expression changed.

Although no one asked him to come here to support, he wanted to show his hard-working side and strive to be valued by his boss, so he ran a few streets and actively came to help.

Let him close the team now?

How could he be willing to do so?

Holding the walkie-talkie, the uniformed policeman pretended to be surprised and asked: "Head office, this is police officer PC39266. May I ask why you have to close the team? After receiving the police call, the police should go to the scene to inquire..."

"Police officer PC39266, I order you to close the team!"

The uniformed policeman's hand holding the walkie-talkie began to tremble with anger, because he had already seen the two Asan guards lying in the shadow of the hospital entrance, but now the main station actually asked him to withdraw from the team.

"Head office, there are two people on site..."

"Come on, I'm telling you to stop the team, do you hear me?"

The uniformed policeman took a deep breath, and then said: "It's okay to close the team, but I have to help call the white car, and I will record it truthfully in the report..."

"Police PC 39266, the latest order: Now that you have been suspended, please return to the police station immediately to submit the gun and ID, otherwise you will be charged for illegal possession of a gun..."

The voices in the reception desk began to become anxious, and at the end of the sentence, they actually roared with anger.

After hearing this, the uniformed policeman's head was buzzing and he had no idea what he had done wrong.

I strictly followed the regulations in the police manual, but what I got in return was dismissal!

In fact, if he thought about it carefully, he would be able to understand why none of the patrol officers from the nearby streets showed up after receiving the police call.

Instead, it was him, a patrol officer a few streets away, running over panting?

Everyone has their own jurisdiction. If you don't patrol in your own jurisdiction, you don't go to cross-region support when you don't receive the support order.

Isn't this a brain disease?

At this time, a garbage disposal truck drove to the entrance of the hospital, and several Japanese people in suits and ties jumped out.

Ignoring the uniformed police at the entrance of the hospital, he walked directly into the hospital, dragged the two bodies and threw them directly into the compartment of the garbage truck.

Then a man in a suit walked into the hospital and said something to the hospital executives who came out.

Finally, he bowed deeply and walked back.

After seeing the patrol police at the entrance of the hospital, the man in the suit nodded kindly to him and gave him a thumbs up. After doing so, he got in the car and left.

The uniformed policeman just stood there and stared blankly, his hand on his gun, as if time had frozen.

"Police PC 39266, it's okay. The main station has withdrawn your punishment. Please return to your jurisdiction and continue patrolling..."

At this time, a call from the main station came over the intercom, and the voice on the other side sounded obviously relieved.

"By the way, there is something for you in the phone booth at the corner of Pok Fu Lam Road. Remember to take it when you leave..."

There was obviously a different person talking on the intercom, and it wasn't the main station's frequency band.

The patrol policeman stood dumbly for another ten seconds, and then returned the same way without saying a word.

When passing by the phone booth, he glanced inside and saw a bulging paper bag placed on top of the machine in the phone booth...

"Hey, you're in luck, remember to ask for a treat."

At this time, a uniformed policeman walked up the street and looked at the paper bag in the phone booth with envy.

"This...is for me?"

Police officer PC39266 looked at the other party in disbelief, his tone as if his entire outlook had been shattered and reorganized.

"Isn't it for you? Is it for me? By the way, what's your name?"

The new patrol officer patted his shoulder kindly, handed him a cigarette, and asked casually.

"I...my name is Wang Weiye..."

Wang Weiye held the paper bag he took out from the phone booth in his hand and answered with a blank expression.

Hung Hom.

Wang Zuluo's motorcade quickly drove out of the undersea tunnel with several traffic police vehicles flashing their lights.

The traffic police stopped at the entrance of the tunnel, saluted in the direction the convoy was leaving, then got in the car and drove back into the tunnel and headed back.

"Hey, who is the big shot escorting this time?"

The two traffic policemen returned to Causeway Bay along the tunnel and found a remote place to stop and continue to watch for any unlucky speeders.

"How do I know? The ghost guy above personally gave the order through the intercom. I think he must be a relative of the Hong Kong Governor."

Another traffic policeman shrugged indifferently. There are many rich people in the Central District, and big shots are often seen.

The biggest difference between these traffic policemen on duty in the Central District and their colleagues in other districts is that they need to be called from time to time to clear the way for a certain big shot's motorcade.

"Stop joking, are the Hong Kong Governor's relatives driving boxes of goods and vans?"

The traffic policeman who spoke first clearly didn't believe it, but he couldn't think of a better suspect, so the topic quickly turned to which horse stall masseur in Causeway Bay had the better looks.

The ordinary citizens slept peacefully that night, but Four Eyes' henchmen were about to be in trouble.

After Four Eyes died, these people were attacked by a group of motorcycle guys.

Whether they were in their own premises or at their own homes, they were all broken into by bikers and shot to death.

"Brother Bing, something happened, go to the sea and hide!"

Dasha’s call went directly to Mouse Bing’s home landline.

But the person who answered the phone was not Shu Bing, but Pheasant.

The job he received was to deal with Si Yan and Shu Bing. Si Yan had been burned to death by him before, but now he just came over to kill Shu Bing.

After hearing this, Pheasant put a cigarette in his mouth and said to the phone: "Shu Bing has already gone down to sell salted duck eggs. If you have anything to do, please leave Baishan to talk to him. It's best to burn more paper money. He won't be able to spend enough. Remember. , the one who killed him was Hongxing Pheasant, you can also call me Lord Chicken."

"Get the hell out of here, Mr. Chicken, you're dead, don't let me find you..."

Listening to the curses on the phone, Pheasant threw the phone back to the phone indifferently.

He was going to run away anyway, but if he just signed up, Brother Luo would give him an extra 100,000 yuan, and no one would be a fool not to do it.

Although Mad Dog Luo was annoying, he was very clear about the process of helping Chen Haonan and He Liansheng become famous.

Now Mad Dog Luo finally has the foresight to start investing in himself.

When I came back from overseas and saw the scene in Causeway Bay, I couldn't believe it was not as good as Chen Haonan!

How do you get famous? You can't just rely on fighting.

They killed Baguan, and the society only gave them a shabby bar and a street for the brothers to watch together.

Killing two people, in the eyes of a pheasant, is equivalent to one and a half baqiu. At least Baguan resisted more fiercely, but this time the process went smoothly and was easier than killing Baguan.

Someone gave directions along the way, and even the patrol police would leave the jurisdiction early, using short dogs.

This is what doing great things looks like!