Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 292: Dragon Head Stick!

"Bang bang bang!" After a volley from the police force, the confidantes beside Long Gen fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, Zhuang Shikai stood in the middle of the crowd, calmly shooting the gangster gunmen who counterattacked.

Li Cangdong leaned over to hold the gun, led the police officers around the front of the car, approached, and began to continuously reduce the living space of the gunmen in the community.

"Fuck! Die with me!" Yuan Haoyun yelled suddenly, kicked a gunman down from the side, then lay on the ground, shooting at the gunman in the stairs.

"Bang bang bang!" At this time, the gunmen on the side of the street had been completely cleared, and Yuan Haoyun had already reached the front line alone at some point.

Following several gunshots from Yuan Haoyun, several gunmen in the stairs staggered and fell to the ground, and both men and guns fell in the middle of the corridor.

"The overall situation is settled." Zhuang Shikai lowered the muzzle of his gun and swung his arm vigorously.

Crashing, a large number of police officers hiding behind the car appeared sideways, and rushed upstairs in a rush.

Master Zhuang is usually only responsible for solving the small things that the big boss takes the lead, so naturally he leaves it to the little ones to do it.

He rushed to the forefront every day, and the younger one thought that he would not give himself a chance to be in the top position.

"GOGOGO!"

"Bang bang bang!" The O Ji police officers became more and more courageous as they fought, while the club gunmen retreated one after another, and finally gave up resistance completely, and began to rush upstairs, trying to escape through the rooftop.

You know, at this moment, the gunmen who have won consecutive victories are basically dead.

The gunmen who came to support from other societies, the purpose is to protect Long Gen to go to sea.

But now Long Gen has already hit the street.

Still have a fart?

Now that their mission has failed, the members of other clubs naturally have no reason to fight for He Liansheng.

The extensive firefight on the street ended as most of the gunmen fled. Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong immediately led the crowd to pursue, leaving only sporadic rebel gunshots in the corridor.

Ten minutes later, the gunfire ceased.

The police cordoned off the scene.

Zhuang Shikai put the gun back into the gun pouch, took two white gloves from the policeman next to him, and walked into the apartment building while pulling the white gloves.

When he was standing at the door of Long Gen's apartment on the fifth floor, he happened to bump into Yuan Haoyun who was coming back.

Yuan Haoyun stood at attention and saluted, and raised his hand to report: "Sir Zhuang!"

"Thirty-two gunmen were killed, six were arrested, and several gunmen escaped."

This set of data reports is a very conventional data ratio.

You should know that among the members of the club, the gunman has a different nature and style from the young and Dangerous.

The gunmen exchanged fire with the police, the number of people killed must be the majority, and the number of people arrested must be the small number.

In the current era, the downtown area of ​​Hong Kong Island has narrow building distances, connected rooftops, and cramped streets. In the event of a firefight in a downtown area, criminals can easily escape in a chaotic situation. It is also normal for a certain number of people to escape successfully. It doesn't matter as long as the big picture is in order.

"Got it." Zhuang Shikai nodded, turned and walked into the apartment building.

A team of officers has scoured the room for evidence, hoping to uncover something good.

You know, Long Gen is sitting with Lian Sheng. Although he is not a fool, he will not put white powder at home, but what if, what if there is something good?

After all, the identity of the restaurant is there, and the chances of finding good products are not small.

Don't talk about money, goods, come to the submarine roster, aren't the company's accounts good? Sir Zhuang can arrest people by head in minutes, and arrest the entire Stanley Prison.

If Stanley can't be shut down, the government will be urged to open a bidding project for private prisons. Wouldn't it be nice for him to vote for the project and catch criminals while earning government money?

At this time Li Cangdong also came to the apartment and stood beside Yuan Haoyun. The gunmen who were arrested or collected their bodies have all been taken to the police and dealt with cleanly.

Several police officers also found some cash, bank cards, pistols and other items in the room one after another.

Zhuang Shikai lingered in the room for a while, and finally stood in front of the shrine at the door of the kitchen, looked at something enshrined on the shrine, stared blankly, and stopped in his tracks.

"Report sir."

"Except for a pistol and thirty rounds of ammunition, there is no other evidence."

The police officer looked a little disappointed.

After all, pistol bullets are of no value to the officer at all.

Those banknotes, bank cards and even evidence are not even counted.

But Zhuang Shikai picked up the faucet stick on the altar and held it tightly in his hands: "No! There is another good thing!"

"Dragon head stick! He Liansheng's dragon head stick!" Zhuang Shikai held the lifelike dragon head stick carved out of sandalwood, revealing the mottled and majestic appearance of the years, and looked at the pair of dragon eyes flying high on the dragon head stick, his eyes full of love .

This is the leading stick that symbolizes He Liansheng's position as the talker! Represents the orthodoxy of He Liansheng! Only those who get the leading stick and votes are the ones who talk about the winning streak!

This is something related to the Liansheng system!

After all, He Liansheng adopts a ballot system, not an association that is handed down from father to son and son to grandson. This makes He Liansheng lack the natural blood symbol of other club bosses, and can only use the dragon head stick to replace the blood relationship, symbolizing He Liansheng's righteousness!

If it is said that the person selected by the ballot is conveyed from the bottom up, then the leading stick is conveyed from the top down. Only the combination of the two is the perfect speaker identity.

Let the boss have prestige! Obedient brother!

Other associations combine the two in blood relationship, but they can't do it with Liansheng, they can only separate them.

This not only makes He Liansheng's system advanced and has certain advantages, but also makes He Liansheng's system more fragmented, which may cause large-scale splits.

This probably verifies a sentence: there is no perfect system in the world.

Don't underestimate this thing... Although it is not as good as the submarine roster and company accounts, holding it is tantamount to holding the lifeblood of He Liansheng, and there is every chance to grasp He Liansheng!

"This is the dragon head stick?" O Ji The police officers are all aware of He Liansheng's system, and they have even heard of the name of the dragon head stick.

At this time, the police officers nearby were stunned on the spot, while Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong stepped forward, looking at the stick in Zhuang Sir's hand, their eyes were full of attraction.

"That's right! This is the dragon head stick!" Zhuang Shikai had a deeper thought about how to deal with He Liansheng.

In the 1980s, clubs could only rely on sweeping.

In the 1990s, associations could be completely destroyed!

But crime will never end, and small companies and groups will pop up one after another.

At that time, it will be a new situation, and the police will normally have enough strength to defeat them.

But if there is a spokesperson who can unify the underworld in Hong Kong and help the police maintain underground order, wouldn't it be better? This is a very different concept from the current cooperation with the club...

If it is really successful, it will definitely ensure that the whole of Hong Kong is safe and sound, and the streets are clean to usher in 97.

"He Liansheng, who is starting to weaken now, may be the best choice in the future." Zhuang Shikai looked at the dragon head stick, and slowly put down the dragon head stick, making up his mind.

He has someone in He Liansheng, and he is holding a leading stick that symbolizes righteousness. Wouldn't it be easy to help his own people win a seat?

Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong heaved a long sigh, and said with some disappointment: "So the dragon head stick looks like this?"

After they saw the face of the dragon head stick clearly, they didn't feel that the dragon head stick was as magical as it was said in the legend. But a stick is a stick, and the meaning it represents is the most important. If you really look at those details... No matter how vivid the carving is, it is just a stick.

Even if it is used to burn fire, it will be short!

And when the police officers thought that they almost missed a good thing just because of their poor eyesight, they immediately called it a fluke.

If Mr. Zhuang hadn't been so eye-catching enough to see that the dragon's head stick in the shrine, they would have committed a serious crime.

You know, the police officers had searched the shrine and seen the "dragon head stick" just now, but they didn't see the way, didn't realize anything, and simply ignored a small piece of wood.

Because the dragon head stick was placed in the shrine, and it was still covered with soot, so it was an ornament no matter how you looked at it. It is difficult for anyone to connect with the vivid "leading stick" at first glance.

In fact, for most people, if something has a big name, they will naturally think of it as special. After doing some brain supplementation, I don't know that things are things, and people are people. Everyone has the same nose and two eyes, and no one is superhuman.

At most, people like Zhuang Zai are prettier.

And Long Gen, as He Liansheng's talker, is not surprising that the submarine register and company accounts are not kept at home, and it is not surprising that the leading stick is kept at home.

He ran too fast, and didn't have time to go to the countryside to take care of his wife and children, and he didn't have time to return the faucet stick to the society, but in the end he took advantage of Zhuang Shikai.

"Close the team!"

At this time, Zhuang Shikai made sure that there were no other valuable items in the apartment, put away the faucet stick, and preached aloud.

"Yes, sir."

The police seized the apartment.

All retreat.

This time, let's talk about Liansheng! The faucet stick is lost!

The game with Liansheng is basically over, and we are about to bid farewell to the stage of this era.

And the situation that happened on the spot, after being spread to the ears of the bigwigs of various associations, will have even more severe impact.

Bearing the brunt of this wave of influence is the Ni family!

Or the entire union of associations.

...

"Zhuang sir! I'm Le Huizhen, a reporter from TVB, can I interview you with a few questions?" At this time, Zhuang Shikai led the police officers downstairs and was about to get in the car and leave.

Le Huizhen was wearing hot pants, holding a microphone, and shouted bouncingly.

Zhuang Shikai glanced at her and recognized her as the pretty reporter who was good at taking pictures.

So Zhuang Shikai smiled at her, and then said without stopping, "Get out of the way!"

At this moment, Sir Zhuang is busy with official business, how could he have time to deal with a reporter? No matter how good your photos are, you still have to make an appointment for an interview! Acting cute and acting like a baby doesn't work on Sir Zhuang.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Please leave the scene immediately!" After hearing the officer's words, the police officers outside the cordon immediately got up and drove away the reporters next to them.

Zhuang Shikai got into the car very quickly, Le Huizhen really opened her eyes wide, and said obsessively: "A man who concentrates on his work is really handsome!"

"Fuck! He's pretty in the first place!" a video camera with a camera beside him muttered.

This fat, freckled videographer utters a piece of crap that everyone knows!