Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Chapter 298

Kowloon.

suburbs.

Ten police cars stopped on the side of the road, and dozens of police officers quickly moved to a bungalow at the foot of the mountain.

The square is backed by the mountain wall, and the eaves are covered with moss. At first glance, it looks like an old house that has been in disrepair and has been uninhabited for a long time.

This kind of old house is often rented out by the society, and it is used as a temporary warehouse, a meeting point, and so on. After the old houses were demolished, these scenes became roofs, warehouses, and freezers.

Everything cannot escape the laws of economics.

Renting a dilapidated square is much cheaper than renting a warehouse or building.

"Xisuo, Xisuo." At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps beside the woods. Zhuang Shikai held guns in both hands and took the lead to rush forward, ready to shoot at any time.

In the war with criminals, gun shooting is the first choice, and close combat is the alternative in times of crisis.

No one is so stupid as to keep a gun in a gun bag forever, and when they meet someone who is not good enough, they will go forward and make friends with weapons.

You know, no one in the arena has high martial arts skills, and whoever wins and who loses is the key.

Your martial arts prowess is only your own business. Your superiors, opponents, and subordinates all only care about the result.

Wang Jianjun seems to like to kill at close quarters, but that's just the style when he chops melons and vegetables. When he really meets an opponent, he still puts his guns first.

I saw that the path in front of the bungalow was empty, and the police officers were divided into two teams, all hiding in the woods beside the road, while enduring the cutting of leaves and weeds, they approached cautiously.

Fortunately, the police officers were fully equipped, supported by combat boots and body armor, and they were not scratched or stabbed.

"Tick."

When Zhuang Shikai was 20 meters closer to the target, he launched his superpower: inspiration detection.

A signal wave centered on his mind, immediately spread to the surroundings, and then swept across the bungalow in a targeted manner.

The thermal structure inside the bungalow immediately appeared in his mind.

"attack."

Zhuang Shikai suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun by two inches, and gestured to the side.

From the inspiration map presented in his mind, he knew that there was no one in the bungalow, so the decision he had planned to charge forward suddenly became unnecessary.

Therefore, he lowered his gun and handed over the organization of the attack to his subordinates.

This is equivalent to buying a blind box while shopping, and he has already secretly seen the contents inside, so there is no need to look again. Then hand it over to the girl who is shopping together, and let her open the box to see it by herself.

Anyway, everything has been bought.

You can't let her see it, can you?

"Go!" Seeing the officer's gesture, Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong immediately quickened their pace and led the troops to rush around the square.

I saw the police officers surrounded the square, squatting by the window and the door with guns.

"Hey!" Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong slammed into the door with their shoulders, taking the lead in the attack.

The two of them stepped forward at the same time, knocked open the door tacitly, rolled into the room one from the left and the other from the right, and then knelt on the ground on one knee, pointing guns in both hands into the room.

"Wow!" Then the police officers by the window and the door quickly got up, and dozens of guns were aimed at the room, but the room was empty and there was no one there.

"Report sir! No one!" Yuan Haoyun put away his gun and shouted with a depressed expression.

Zhuang Shikai walked into the room wearing a suit, with a flat expression: "Search."

He didn't feel too much regret or anger at the first action that missed the air.

One is that he recognizes that special forces should have this level of anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

Second, the detection of inspiration has already had results.

The third is the indomitable energy in his heart, which makes him not unacceptable to failure.

What's more, as long as the action is still in progress, it cannot be defined by failure.

"Yes, sir." Yuan Haoyun and others put away their guns and led a group of police officers to investigate the scene. Li Cangdong led another group of police officers, who were in charge of guarding and investigating outside.

Soon, the investigation results inside and outside the room were available.

There are indeed traces of human activity in the room, and it can be judged that it was an activity that day.

For example, cigarettes whose butts have not turned black, instant noodles whose broth has not yet fermented, and sofas that have been tidied up.

There are also some footprints and action marks outside the room.

But from a cigarette butt on the ground, it can be judged that the target person moved one or two hours ago.

This is likely to be a place for him to rest temporarily, and then he arranged a more secluded lair, and he moved ahead of time to avoid the police's pursuit.

"Close the team." Zhuang Shikai finally threw a new cigarette butt into the instant noodles, left a warning mark, and then turned and left with others.

Since it is transferred in advance, there is no problem of ghosts or chasing and fleeing.

Zhuang Shikai was neither happy nor angry, and calmly withdrew the team.

He knew that dealing with Wang Jianjun alone was one way of handling the case, but when Wang Jianjun and Wang Bao were bound together, he had to adopt another way of handling the case.

A lone ranger who is not familiar with the place is easy to deal with, let the brothers search with all their strength, and they can always be scraped out in three to five days, six or seven days. Just scrape it out and dry it!

But when the Lone Ranger is combined with a local boss, it's not so easy to do.

It is difficult to scrape it out by scraping.

Can only choose another way.

Fortunately, he has an undercover agent beside Wang Bao, and Wang Jianjun will jump in front of Zhuang Shikai sooner or later.

No more than three or five days.

Not more than a day or two.

Zhuang Shikai still has this bit of patience...

...

After the police closed the team that day, Zhuang Shikai drove back home. Except for the police officers on duty, the rest of O Ji's brothers also got off work and rested.

In the manor villa, Zhuang Shikai stood on the roof smoking after dinner, as if he wanted to see something from the night sky.

But he didn't see anything.

A Mei could see that he was in a bad mood.

So when she was sleeping at night, Amei took the initiative to put her feet on Zhuang sir's waist, propped her little face, and looked at Akai with a beseeching look in her eyes.

Because Zhuang Shikai's buddy died, he felt a little depressed and didn't have the mind to do things. Putting his arms around Amei's neck, he closed his eyes and went to sleep, so that a certain little spider that had just built a nest in the ground escaped unharmed.

the next day.

Spent the day on business.

night.

eleven o'clock.

The day's work is over.

Start busy at night.

At the entrance of a restaurant specializing in funerals in the West District, a small stall covered with white cloth was erected, and several West District police officers who were on leave early to help were sitting at the seats to register their names.

I saw people coming and going at the entrance of the restaurant, but they were not noisy, even the occasional conversations were in whispers, as if they were afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the deceased.

Meanwhile, a police officer in a suit and jacket lowered his head and walked into the old restaurant after registering his name and leaving the silk money.

Today is the funeral of Sir Zhou and two police officers. They died in the murder of the society. They are hardworking and brave heroes. If Mr. Zhuang paid for it, he would do better, and his family only had the wallet to go to the restaurant.

In fact, anyone who knows Sir Zhuang knows that Sir Zhuang is very righteous. He took care of the funerals of the police officers who died with him. The same is true for several prison guards and police officers who were killed by Wang Jianguo in action last time.

Master Zhuang also took care of subordinates who died on duty. Sometimes even if there is a policeman sacrificed or accidentally died on the Lu side, Lord Zhuang will send a big red envelope to express his affection.

At this time, a Mercedes-Benz official car arrived at the entrance of the restaurant. Li Shutang, Huang Weiyao, Zhou Huabiao and other police officers had been guarding the door. When they saw the license plate of the official car, they immediately got up and came forward.

"Zhuang sir, Zhuang sir..." After Zhuang Shikai bowed out of the car, a group of police officers immediately surrounded him and greeted him.

"En." Zhuang Shikai nodded, instead of talking to the police officers, he went to the tent first, took out three thick red envelopes from the inner pocket of his suit, and put them on the table.

For the funeral of the three police officers, of course, those who come will give three silk money.

Some people have one big and two small ones, and give Sir Zhou a bigger bag.

The three of Zhuang sir are the same age, and each of them is 10,000 yuan.

The police officers in the western district who were in charge of collecting the money looked at each other, shook their heads together and said, "Sir Zhuang, the family members can no longer accept your silk money."

"This is the rule." Zhuang Shikai left the silk money, looked at them, and led a group of police officers into the restaurant.

On both sides of the aisle of the restaurant, there are piles of wreaths from various jurisdictions, relatives and friends. On the top of the entrance of the auditorium, there is an elegiac couplet with "the noble spirit will last forever, and the loyal soul will never die", written in black and white, which is particularly solemn.

According to the custom of holding funerals on Hong Kong Island, family members only post obituaries and do not invite them. Those who are interested will come when they see the obituary. Those who are not present will have their own difficulties, so don't take it to heart.

There were a lot of people present today, many police officers on duty, even if they didn't show up, they would send a bouquet of flowers and a letter of silk money. It can be seen that no one will forget these police officers who worked silently and died heroically.

"My condolences." Zhuang Shikai walked into the auditorium with a serious expression, bowed to the three police officers on the incense table according to the procedure, and then walked in front of the three family members.

"Thank you... Zhuang sir..."

"We can't even do white things without you..."

Zhou sir's widow was wearing a sackcloth and a white scarf, with two children, a boy and a girl, beside her.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhou's face was full of tears, and the two children were already numb from crying.

Zhuang Shikai knew that they weren't lying. Although Sir Zhou's salary was not low, but he had two children to support, and he basically couldn't save any money.

This kind of family can lead a good life if the man is still alive. Once the man falls, the whole family will collapse. Life will not be easy in the future, but fortunately, the Police Welfare Group has subsidies and benefits for every sacrificed police officer.

Calculated according to the immediate family members, age, number of children, etc... Although there are not many, but if the brothers help, the days will pass.

The parents and fiancées of the other two police officers also looked the same.

Zhuang Shikai couldn't bear to see these scenes, kept his politeness, first pushed back for a while, then bowed his head and walked out of the auditorium.

At this moment, Yuan Haoyun walked up to Zhuang Shikai with a face full of indignation, and whispered to him, "Zhuang sir."

"Zhongyixin sent someone to deliver a wreath."

"Lost your old mother!" Zhuang Shikai frowned and cursed softly, "Is Wang Bao here yet?"

"No, it's his leader, the Iron Fist Army." Yuan Haoyun covered his mouth with his hands, and said softly: "Today, Wang Bao's youngest son's 100-day banquet, he held a banquet at the Xingyi Hotel in Yau Ma Tei, and a group of police officers from the West District Stare at the door of the restaurant."

You can tell from the name that the hotel is a loyal and trustworthy industry.

"Da da da." Zhuang Shikai sneered and walked forward vigorously.

Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong immediately followed behind.

"Hey!" I saw Zhuang Shikai strode up to Ma Jun who was carrying the wreath, without saying a word, before Ma Jun could react, he punched Ma Jun on the jaw first.

"Pfft!" Ma Jun's eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell to the ground with his head raised.

At this moment, his brain was congested, and he was in a daze, not knowing what was going on. A group of police officers immediately rushed forward without any explanation, and pressed him in the corner without hesitation.

At this time, Zhuang Shikai passed by Ma Jun non-stop, straightened his suit cuffs and said aloud, "Bring him back to the police station."

"You bring a group of people with me! Let's go to the hundred-day feast of Wang Bao's son!"

"Damn it! I'm doing funeral things here, and he's doing happy things over there."

"Fuck! I'd like to see if he gave birth to a son with eyes!"

There is one more chapter today.