A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

After the gunshots, there was silence on the street, and then the crowd began to flee.

Officer You didn't even notice that the cigarette he was holding fell and burned a hole in his shirt. He stared wide-eyed in the direction where the fat corpse threw himself on the street.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

After reacting, Officer You reached out and grabbed Duan Kun's collar and shouted angrily.

He was leading the team today, and he thought it would be a formality mission, but now the gunshots started, and things got serious.

You don't need to think about it to know what will happen when you return to the police station. Such a big blame suddenly hits his head. Even if he has an uncle who is the head of the CID department, Ah Hui can't handle it.

"Sir, Hong Kong Island is talking about..." Duan Kun looked innocent, spreading his hands and looking at Officer You.

"Hong Kong Island, your mother!" When Officer You heard these familiar words, he immediately became furious and punched Duan Kun to give him a plastic surgery.

But the next moment, his fist froze in mid-air. Because you can see from his position that the guys who shot the fat corpse just now didn't even run away.

After confirming that the fat corpse had really turned into a dead corpse, several people threw away their guns and machetes, and lay on the ground with their hands on their heads very skillfully.

He shouted: "I surrender, I plead guilty, and I am willing to accept the sanction of the sacred laws of Hong Kong Island!"

Several police officers from the anti-gang group who had just reacted immediately rushed to hold them down, and at the same time called the surrounding patrol police to protect the scene, and at the same time dispersed the fat corpse's loyal subordinates.

"Sir, now you should hurry up and take control of the scene instead of punching innocent citizens here. There is a radio broadcast truck over there. Pay attention to your image.

With that said, Duan Kun pushed Officer You aside and thoughtfully helped point out the location of the broadcast truck.

Officer You's expression changed immediately. In less than a second, a smile appeared on his angry face, but then he felt something was wrong and became serious again.

"You're wise, don't cause trouble when I lead the team out in the future, you know, otherwise I'll keep an eye on you."

After saying that, Officer You ran towards the scene of the crime. Under the camera, he began to order the police officers in an orderly manner to maintain order at the scene. At the same time, he personally called the police station for support and helped the fat corpse seize a black car.

Now it's good, the blame becomes the credit. The gunman was captured at the scene, and it was still under the camera, which can be regarded as saving some face.

This time he took over from Fei Sha and assumed the position of leader of the anti-gang group. I don’t know how many people complained about him.

This time leading the team to catch the gunman can at least shut these people up temporarily. In the future, when his uncle arranges a few small cases to perform meritorious service for himself, this position will be considered secure.

"Did you take a picture? Did you take a picture?"

In the broadcast car, Le Huizhen's voice was shaking with excitement.

He was shot dead in the street. Who wouldn't be happy if he got big news for nothing?

How many reporters were lucky enough to broadcast live shooting scenes?

As for the embarrassing situation not long ago when she wanted to go shoot Long Wei but couldn't squeeze in because there were too many reporters on site, she has forgotten it.

Which one is Longwei? She, Le Huizhen, is not a fringe reporter covering everything!

"It was filmed. I was so lucky this time. The gunman seemed to have made an agreement with us, and there was no interference at all during the whole process."

The fat man was also very excited. Their position was not the best originally. If there were no accidents, they would just be filming a small scene of both parties showing off their horses.

But the gunman's appearance was too coincidental, and the broadcast truck happened to capture the whole process. The same goes for the unknown unlucky guy who died.

He was originally in the crowd, but suddenly walked out and let the camera take pictures. If the other party hadn't died, Fatty would have thought that the other party had received Le Hui's money.

Fatty and Le Huizhen didn't notice that some vicious gangsters appeared around their broadcast truck.

It was they who secretly dispersed citizens who could block the camera and made an outstanding contribution to allowing Hong Kong residents to see the entire process smoothly.

Half an hour later, Mong Kok Police Station.

Wang Zuluo, who had just finished taking photos with the inspector of the uniformed police department, smiled and shook hands with everyone present before saying goodbye and walking towards the door.

When he came this time, Wang Zuluo donated 200,000 yuan to the uniformed police department of the police station, and also gave several banners.

I even contacted several newspapers at my own expense to take photos. I believe that tomorrow the report that "Mr. Wang, a good citizen, presented a banner and made a donation to thank the Mong Kok Police Department for its efforts in maintaining public security" will appear in the newspapers.

"Wang Zuluo, don't think that I don't know that this is something you did!"

As soon as he walked to the door of the police station, Wang Zuluo met a familiar face with a dark face - the greasy-headed sergeant of the anti-gang group.

"Hey, isn't this our heroic detective Huang Sir?"

Wang Zuluo walked forward with a smile, stretched out his hands to shake hands with Sir Huang enthusiastically.

"Ah Hua, don't be stunned. Hurry up and bring the biggest and most beautiful banner in the car to Detective Huang Sir from our Mong Kok Police Station's anti-gang unit!"

It's a pity that Sir Huang didn't appreciate it and opened Wang Zuluo's extended hand.

As soon as Ah Hua saw this posture, he knew that Wang Zuluo was not going to deal with this oily male police chief who had appeared, so he found a miniature pennant about the same size as an A4 paper from the car and brought it to Sir Huang.

"Wang Zuluo, did you ask someone to do the fat corpse thing?"

Huang Sir's face was a little distorted and he stared at Wang Zuluo.

"What kind of fat body is thin? Sir, I don't know what you are talking about."

Wang Zuluo still smiled and saw that Huang Sir had no intention of taking the banner, so he took it from Ahua's hand and stuffed it into Huang Sir's collar.

"Don't do this to me. This is a police station, not a place for a scumbag like you!"

Huang Sir pulled out the banner from his collar and threw it on the ground. He touched Wang Zuluo's chest with his hand and almost spit on Wang Zuluo's face.

Wang Zuluo smiled and waited for him to finish, then bent down to pick up the banner and patted the dust on it with his hands.

"Sir Huang, I am a serious businessman. If you talk nonsense again, be careful and I will sue you for libel."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo stuffed the banner into Huang Sir's collar again and said calmly: "You have time to read the newspaper tomorrow. The reports above may help you dispel your misunderstanding about me."

Huang Sir was so angry that Wang Zuluo's younger brothers had already come over at this time. Several people stood in front of Wang Zuluo, blocking Huang Sir's gaze.

Wang Zuluo smiled at him and then walked towards the Porsche parked in the parking space in front of the police station.

"Okay, don't stop in front of Sir Huang. This is the police station. Be careful if they take you back to take notes!"

Calling his subordinates back, Wang Zuluo got into the Porsche whose door was opened by Ruby, and honked the horn in a friendly manner towards Sir Huang.

Seeing Sir Huang angrily walking into the police station, Wang Zuluo's face darkened.

"Ahua, find someone to check the relationship between this oil-headed man and Fat Corpse, and then find someone to ask which arms demolisher this guy has contacted recently."

Duan Kun called himself a few minutes ago to tell him that the fat corpse was taken care of, but this Huang Sir unexpectedly received the news so quickly.

You must know that Shanghai Street used to be a fertilizer and sand pipe, but now it is under the supervision of Officer You. Logically speaking, the case that occurred there would not spread until Officer You returned to the police station to make a report.

But now, as soon as this guy got into trouble, he received news that either he arranged for people to keep an eye on his place around the clock, or that he had something to do with Fat Corpse.

Or... Duan Kun and Tony have nails planted by this guy.

Wang Zuluo didn't expect that a bullet could threaten an anti-gang team leader. But Wang Zuluo was still a little surprised that this guy got a new .38 bullet so quickly.

Except for the Royal Police in Hong Kong Island, no one else would use this kind of pistol, which is just like a fart and has no lethality other than a loud noise.

This thing is not only sensitive but also expensive. Buying it is worse than buying the Black Star of real estate.

The fact that Sir Huang was able to buy matching bullets so quickly shows that he has put in a lot of effort.