Hong Kong Films: Start with Thirteen Taibao, Create a Killer Walk

Central, Obi Tea Restaurant.

Xu is an older person who likes dim cloth tones.

Obi Tea Restaurant is a restaurant, but the interior decoration set is more like a bar.

The dim orange light poured into the log bar, and inside a bartender in a black and white uniform held his jaw boredly.

In his line of sight, at the table not far away, sat the only guest in the tea restaurant, an old man.

The old man looked to be in his fifties, almost sixty, his hair was already white, and his body had to be more than two hundred pounds when he looked at it.

This old man is Fei Xiang, the elder figure of Dongfutang, and the big man at the level of his uncle.

When he was young, he founded Tofukudo with Brother Wen and Anan’s father.

Stem the Dongfutang from a character flower file to a word header, that is, a community.

But now, the Dongfu Hall, which was once founded by two people working together, is dominated by the Hong family.

This incident is also a thorn in Fei Xiang’s heart.

“Uncle Xiang, your coke.” A little brother walked over, put a bottle of Coke on the table, and inserted a straw for Coke by the way.

Coke in glass bottles is very sweet and very unhealthy for the cardiovascular of the elderly.

But Fei Xiang didn’t care at all, because he felt that he really had some pockets in his life.

It is clear that the Dongfu Society was founded by two people together, but why did the people of the Hong family do the main thing in the end?

Serious things are enough to be serious, if the diet is not satisfactory, then Fei Xiang even feels that it is better to die.

“Hmm.” The chubby fat Xiang nodded in response, and then picked up the Coke and gently smacked it.

Coke is very sweet, and only such a drink can relieve the stress and boredom in your heart.

“Uncle Xiang.”

At this time, from the door of the Obi restaurant, another little brother came in, carrying two bottles of whiskey in his hand.

Fei Xiang looked over and rested on the two bottles of wine in the hands of the younger brother.

Who will bring themselves wine?

In Dongfutang, he has become a transparent marginal figure.

Will anyone remember themselves?

“It was sent by Brother Nan, and I honor you.”

The little brother came over, Xu Yi saw Fei Xiang’s doubts, and after putting it on the table, the little brother explained it again.

“Anan.”

Fei Xiang groaned, and a pair of cloudy old eyes could not tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

“Well, I see, Anand has a heart, really filial piety.”

After pondering for a long time, Fei Xiang spoke again.

The calm and emotionless voice made it impossible to hear, whether he was really thankful or in the yin and yang strangeness.

“Put it on the counter.” Fei Xiang commanded again.

The little brother bowed his head to show that he understood, and then took the wine and walked to the previous bar.

Looking at the bored bartender behind the bar, he grimaced at Fat Xiang’s little brother with his back, Yu Guang flicked in the direction of Fat Xiang, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Once the people in the community lose their authority, they become transparent people.

The younger brothers behind the scenes will have different hearts.

Fei Xiang didn’t realize that the little brother was ridiculing himself, and beckoned after drinking Coke: “Fry me a pho.” ”

After sitting for a long time, I was a little hungry.

“Let them add more oil, the pan is a little warmer, not too light.”

“Yes, boss.” The bartender bowed his head and agreed, but when he turned around, he straightened his stomach towards the little brother before, and swept his hands on his stomach.

The two men looked at each other and laughed again.

Meanwhile, the side of the road outside the Obi restaurant.

A black nameless car stopped.

The overall appearance of the car is very dark, and the dark spray paint seems to have been pasted with some special film, even the light is not reversed, looking dark.

The car also has no license plates and nothing iconic.

Such a car, even if it is thrown in the pile of cars, no one will notice, it is ordinary.

But in this ordinary black car, there is an alcoholic who has become famous in the rivers and lakes.

Hotel Continental, drunkard.

With a click, the door was opened, and an alcoholic in a black suit stepped out of the car, carrying a fine silver wine jug in his right hand.

The wine jug is beautiful, with a flat body that shines in the sunlight and is engraved with a beautiful streamlined pattern.

In the next second, the wine jug moved, and the drunkard lifted the lid and poured two mouthfuls into the sky.

“Obi Restaurant.” Closing the lid again, the corners of the drunkard’s mouth gently raised.

According to the information, Fei Xiang is the owner of the Obi restaurant, and there is usually no entertainment, and most of the time he stays in this tea restaurant and waits for death.

Fifty or sixty-year-old community figures, if they have no authority, there is really no difference between living and waiting for death.

After determining the target location, the drunkard staggered towards the door of Obie’s restaurant, opening the wine jug again as he walked.

Entering the restaurant, the drunkard lowered his hand holding the wine jug and raised his eyes to look around.

The surrounding environment is relatively dark, and there is a fat old man sitting at the table in the center of the entire restaurant.

The drunkard walked over to him, and when he reached the table, he pulled over a chair and sat down.

On the table, the silver fork that was stirring the fried pho suddenly stopped, and Fei Xiang, who was holding the silver fork, raised his head, his cloudy eyes were slightly wrinkled, staring at the drunkard:

“Are you sitting in the wrong position.?”

Fei Xiang could be sure that he did not know the drunk in a black suit in front of him.

“Yes?”

The drunkard’s hand reached into his pocket, took out a somewhat wrinkled photo from it, and compared it to Fat Xiang.

Immediately, the corners of the drunkard’s mouth raised, revealing a meaningful smile: “I think, I didn’t sit in the wrong position, Uncle Xiang, it’s you.” ”

“Who are you!” Hearing this, Fei Xiang’s face changed instantly.

Don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts calling the door.

Fei Xiang invited the killer to deal with Brother Wen, and he was always worried about this matter in his heart.

Now, when he heard the words coming out of the drunkard’s mouth, he immediately connected the drunkard with Brother Wen’s affairs.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

As he spoke, the drunkard’s hand was raised.

In Fei Xiang’s field of vision, the silver wine jug that this drunken drunkard originally held in his hand had disappeared.

In place of the wine jug was a Black Star pistol.

“Poof!”

The Black Star pistol loaded with a silencer did not shoot very loudly, and the bullet fell into the fat chest, causing his fat body to shake.

“Poof!”

There were several dull shots, and Fei Xiang’s expression went from shock to shock, and then from shock to calm.

After living for so many years, he finally lost to Brother Wen.

Fat Xiang’s hand held the silver fork and reached into the plate with the fried pho again.

The pupils of his eyes were spreading, and his brain was starting to become groggy.

There was one thing he really couldn’t figure out.

Why?

Why is it that the Dongfu Hall founded by the two people is now dominated by the child of the Hong family?

Fei Xiang couldn’t figure it out, and he couldn’t find anyone to ask this question anymore.

Because his vision was completely black, before he died, he only saw the drunken drunkard staggering out of the tea restaurant.

Central, Tung Fook Tong Building.

In the general manager’s office near the top floor, Anand is intently wiping the antique vase in his hand.

In the eyes of outsiders, this second-in-command of Dongfutang carries an evil and crazy smell.

But Anand himself understands that he is not crazy or evil, but just an attitude towards people and things.

Dismissive, empty-eyed.

The power of Dongfutang may not be as powerful as those first-class societies.

However, Tofukudo has money and is slowly integrating into the white world.

At this point, Anan felt that even first-class societies such as Hongxing might not be able to compare with Dongfutang.

Therefore, as the second-in-command of Dongfutang, Anan believes that he has the qualifications to be dismissive and look at everything.

Carefully wiping the antique vase clean, Anand placed it again on the Bogu shelf in front of him.

Humming a song in his mouth, Anan looked casually, and his steps moved back a little distance.

His gaze rested again on the Bogu rack where the vase was placed, and Anand looked at it seriously, and then went over to turn the position of the vase.

This was repeated several times, and finally Anan looked at Bogujia, who was exactly the same as he imagined, and smiled with satisfaction.

That’s right, things must be the same as they think, not bad.

Such things will be interesting and have the value of existence.

“Uh-huh.”

The song hummed again, and Anand walked over to his leather boss’s chair and sat down on his butt. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

With his legs folded on his desk, he casually pulled out a magazine and flipped through it.

At this time, there was a sudden knock outside the door.

Anan casually moved his gaze and waited for a second or two before opening his mouth: “Come in.” ”

“Brother Nan.”

The door was opened, and Anan saw that it was the head horse golden tooth of his subordinates, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn’t help but straighten up and ask, “How is it?” ”

“I heard, Uncle Fei Xiang has been killed by someone.”

Golden Tooth walked to the desk, his head slightly lowered: “According to Fat Xiang’s little brother, the other party’s means are crisp and neat, and they are very ruthless.” ”

“Hmm.” Hearing this, Anan’s heart suddenly relaxed, leaned back in his chair again, and a sneer appeared on his face.

On the following grams, there is a remnant of death.

Isn’t it good to be your own transparent person? Be a titular uncle.

They are so old, they have to come out to make wind and rain.

Anan casually picked up the magazine on the side and covered his face.

The Continental Hotel does have two brushes, and it can break out of such a big reputation, and its subordinates are still a bit hard.

“That’s right.”

Anand suddenly put the magazine down and looked at the golden tooth.

He thought of one thing, now that Fei Xiang is dead, then the little territory under him will also be taken back.

After all, no matter how small a fly is, it is meat.

Fei Xiang is dead, but he can still let the little territory he left behind play a little afterlight.

“You go and take back all the territory under Uncle Fei Xiang, and go under the company.”

Anan raised the magazine again to cover his face, leaving only a voice that did not know whether to mock or regret fell into Goldy’s ears.

“When people die, they always have to leave something as a thought.”

“Yes, boss, I understand.” The corner of Jinya’s eyes twitched, and he quickly left the office while feeling that the boss was fierce.

Here, in the office of the Continental Hotel.

Su Yang was writing.

The little secretary in the cheongsam next to him studied the ink in a circle.

Outside the door, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

“You go down first.”

Su Yang stopped the brush and ordered the secretary.

“Yes.” The secretary bowed sideways, bowed his head and walked out of the office.

Not long after, the figure of an alcoholic appeared at the door: “Boss.” ”

“Hmm.” Su Yang still lowered his head and wrote seriously, but he just snorted gently.

The drunkard walked into the office, slowly walked to Su Yang’s desk, and was silent for a long time before whispering: “The matter has been done, it is very clean.” ”

After his words, the brushes under Su Yang also suddenly snapped back.

“‘How?’ Su Yang put down the brush and casually dusted the remaining ink stains on the white paper.

“Good word.” The drunkard looked at it seriously for a long time, and praised it from the heart.

“When you’re done, bring someone.” Su Yang’s words jumped out quickly, he went around to the edge of the sofa and sat down, tilted his head and signaled the drunkard to sit as well.

The drunkard followed and sat down on the sofa.

Su Yang clapped his hands, and an iron killer appeared at the door.

“Go and call them over.”

“Yes.”

The Iron Killer turned away.

Su Yang washed the tea cup, poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the drunkard.

The drunkard took it with both hands and bowed his head.

Su Yang lifted Erlang’s legs and leaned on the sofa, and said softly with a smile: “The five people I received a few days ago, I see that the foundation is not bad.” ”

“You take the belt, teach them, and let them learn marksmanship with you in the future.”

“Yes, everything is at the boss’s disposal.” The drunkard’s eyebrows were lowered, and he held the teacup in both hands and took a sip.

At this time, the five of them also followed the iron killer.

“Come in.” Su Yang hooked his hand, and the five of them immediately stepped forward quickly.

“I don’t need to introduce you to who he is, right?” Su Yang looked at the drunkard.

The five brothers probably glanced at the drunkard a few times, and when they saw the iconic wine jug in his hand, the look in their eyes immediately shrunk.

Two of the most famous gold medal killers at Hotel Continental.

One is Nalan Shao, with long braids, pale face, very crazy.

The other is an alcoholic, who likes to wear a black suit and has a jug of wine in his hand all year round.

“Drunkard!” Ashin exclaimed in a lost voice and directly shouted out the nickname of an alcoholic.

And A Ghost and A Lai are also a little surprised, for the drunkard’s marksmanship, almost everyone in the rivers and lakes know.

What does the boss mean by calling himself these people to come and see the drunkard?

The five brothers guessed in their hearts and exchanged a look with each other.

A ghost looked at the drunkard, his eyes flickered, and he probably guessed the purpose of the boss calling five of his people over.

“Ghost guessed?”

Su Yang saw the change in Ghost’s face and asked with a faint smile.

A ghost nodded: “Is the boss letting us learn marksmanship from the drunkard?” ”

“Hmm.”

Su Yang nodded lightly, and didn’t say anything more, which was an admission.

The drunkard and the five of them cooperate well (Qian Zhao Hao), but except for one Mike, the other four are a little lacking in marksmanship.

Su Yang planned to train all five of them to become sharpshooters, and they could use them in the big scene in the future.

“We live up to the expectations of our bosses.”

The five people nodded seriously, and everyone knew the skills of the drunkard.

To have such a good opportunity is something that ordinary people cannot look forward to.

“Well, let’s go down first.” After arranging these things, Su Yang waved his hand and sent everyone away.

After the drunkard and the others left, Su Yang also received a prompt sound from the system reward.

“Congratulations to the host for completing the system release mission: Five Brothers of Shelter Gunfire.”

“Reward: One hundred percent allegiance to the five brothers of gunfire.”

At night, Xiao Aqiao, wearing a white cheongsam, came to the office to see Su Yang.

She had previously said that she would train female killers, and now she has contacted several snakeheads.

“There is a man named Shetou Ming, who works in Saigon, and today a batch of goods arrived in Hong Kong, and I want to buy a few Beimei from him.”

On the sofa, Xiao Aqiao snuggled into Su Yang’s arms and said with a face on her back.

Su Yang hugged his waist and pointed his finger at Xiao Aqiao’s nose: “Want to buy a few?” ”

“Ten, about a million.” Xiao Ah Qiao pointed her finger at her chin, and several thoughtful lights crossed her big eyes.

“Well, a million is not expensive.” Su Yang lowered his head and groaned.

Beimei is more expensive, more expensive than the big circle boy, and the market price is generally 60,000 a piece.

But this million is a matter of sprinkling water for Su Yang.

Speaking of this, Su Yang got up and took out a million from the safe on the side and gave it to Xiao Aqiao.

Immediately after that, he called Na Sanshao.

Saigon is still more dangerous in that kind of place, Xiao Aqiao went alone, Su Yang is not at ease, there is Na Sanshao to follow the protection, it is better.

Late at night.

Xiao Ah Qiao left Su Yang’s office, took Na Sanshao and dozens of bodyguards, and got into a van and drove towards Saigon.

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