A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Is the gun ready?"

Coke is squatting in front of a 24-hour convenience store in Tsim Sha Tsui.

A van stopped in front of him, then the door opened and Abao got out of the driver's seat.

"It's ready. I have four big black stars that haven't been wiped off the gun oil. I asked someone to help adjust them."

After whispering these words, Abao walked towards the convenience store, preparing to buy a few packs of cigarettes.

In the past, when operating in Southeast Asia, when going out to follow the goods, they did not dare to smoke casually. Only when the goods were delivered to the ship could they relax.

Now that he is back on Hong Kong Island, apart from being a little unaccustomed to not being able to use guns casually when doing things, he is quite satisfied with the rest, especially smoking casually makes him feel comfortable.

"Four packs of red money..."

After touching his pocket, Abao put the last cigarette in his mouth and threw the empty cigarette case into the trash can next to the counter.

"Thank you, Cheng Hui, one hundred and twenty yuan."

The salesman put four packs of cigarettes on the counter, then leaned against the counter and watched the Marseille replay on the black and white TV above his head.

"One hundred and two?" Abao paused while taking the money, looked up at the salesperson, and shouted loudly: "It's only one hundred and one for wholesale. You charge me one hundred and two for four packs of cigarettes?"

The salesperson turned his attention from the small TV back to Abao, first moved the cigarette on the counter towards him, and then asked: "Have you just come back from overseas?"

Ah Bao narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that his lower back was itchy. He naturally stretched out his right hand to scratch the itch, and said casually with a smile: "How did you see it?"

"Do you still need to watch?"

The salesperson pointed to the cigarettes in front of him and said: "The smuggled cigarettes only cost one hundred and one pack. Because there is no tax, the cigarettes in Hong Kong Island are the same price. If you didn't just come back, why would you be so surprised?"

Abao didn't take back his hand on his lower back. Of course he didn't know the price of cigarettes.

During this period, their meals and drinks were all arranged, and their cigarettes and beer were never cut off. He didn't have to pay for them, so how could they possibly know the price?

If tonight's action hadn't been very hasty, he wouldn't have been shouted out of the woman's bed without a cigarette.

"Well, it's not easy to look after you. These four packets of red are definitely not worth it."

As he spoke, the salesperson looked around at the situation on the street, and then pulled out a cigarette box from under the counter with only the words "Hongtashan" printed on the package.

After opening it, he threw a pack to Abao and said: "Try this cigarette first. Except that the filter is added later, the quality is not good..."

Abao breathed a sigh of relief and took his hands back from behind.

There was Coke outside the door looking at the equipment. Abao was not afraid of the salesperson teasing him at all, so he reached out and opened a cigarette and took out a cigarette.

Unexpectedly, the salesperson took out a wooden cigarette holder from the whole cigarette box and handed it over.

"Use this thing...forget it, let me teach you."

As he spoke, the salesman took Abao's cigarette, pinched it at the filter tip, put it into the wooden cigarette holder, and handed it over again.

"There is a mint bead on the filter tip. After you squeeze it, it will smell like mint, which is very refreshing at night. It's okay if you are not used to the smell, just don't squeeze it..."

Abao took the cigarette back and took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

What a great product, it is both smoking and refreshing, perfect for when you go out to do things at night.

"How much?"

"Let's talk about it first. Each pack has a different flavor combination. This is what they sell. It's not like I adulterated it..."

"One hundred and fifty-one, I have four more here if you want..."

The salesperson asked Abao to take a look at the different types of cigarettes in the cigarettes, and then explained.

"Okay, pack them all up for me."

Soon, Abao, who was carrying four cartons of cigarettes, walked back to the van, threw a pack of Coke to him, and said with a smile: "When did Hong Kong Island have such a good thing? If we had this in Southeast Asia, we would be squatting on the beach at night waiting for the boat. No need to carry a coffee pot.”

After starting the car, Abao found that Coke was not smoking, but was busy doing something with a big black star, and asked:

"They are all guys who have been trained. I have tried shooting with my own hands. We are all brothers. You can't trust me?"

Cola glanced at Abao and continued to work on the matter at hand.

First, remove the magazine of the Big Black Star and pull the slide a few times to remove the loaded bullet.

After confirming that there are no hidden dangers, use the bottom of the magazine to push the fork spring on the pistol, push it to the end, pull out the slide sear from the left side, then remove the slide, and start to maintain the gun.

He took out a folding knife from his chest pocket, unfolded the blade and placed it on a piece of recoil spring. He put a towel on it and hit the back of the folding knife with a wrench. He cut off a section of the recoil spring with force. .

After doing this, reassemble the pistol.

"I don't know...if you do this, be careful of a misfire and hit your second brother."

Abao, who had witnessed the whole process of Coke's doings, shook his head and started the car, driving towards the prince's boxing gym.

Coke didn't say anything. He squatted in the car with a gun. His arm suddenly stretched forward and then quickly retreated. The big black star in his hand was automatically loaded under the inertia.

Crunch~

Abao, who saw this situation through the rearview mirror, was so surprised that he almost drove the car onto the sidewalk.

"Where did you learn it?"

After parking the car, Abao turned around and looked at the big black star in Coke's hand with interest.

"When I was working a few days ago, I met a big guy. He taught me this and said it was a battlefield technique so that he could die with the enemy after his arm was injured."

"And find a rope and tie the grenade's tab around your waist. When you use it, just throw it out without having to pull the tab again."

After unloading the bullet, Coke tried loading with one hand a few more times, then he turned off the safety of the gun with satisfaction and inserted it into his waist.

He would be afraid of setting it somewhere else, so it would be better to put it in the back. Anyway, there is no one behind you when you are acting, and you are not afraid of accidentally injuring your own people.

"Get one for me too, this move is so powerful..."

Abao retracted his envious gaze, restarted the car and continued moving forward.

"By the way, after causing trouble for the prince, are we going to kill the Mong Kok handler named Wang Zuluo?"

Cola was helping to cut off the recoil spring, and he said without raising his head when he heard this:

"That mad dog is not easy to mess with. Let's find an opportunity. If it doesn't work, just give up. Anyway, this incident is just incidental."

"Hey, that crazy wolf bit the smiling tiger. If he doesn't die this time, there will be a lot of fun in the future."

Abao, who was driving, also said that he was very optimistic about Wang Zuluo's behavior.

Because he does things similar to Wang Zuluo. After he has a feud, he keeps an eye on him from morning to night, and strikes when he has the opportunity. There is never a time to shake hands and make peace.

Enmity is enmity. Even if you make peace on the surface, there will be trouble behind the scenes.

If you offend someone dead, then let the other person become dead. Only dead people will not jump out and shoot themselves in the back.