Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Hey, Crocodile, how's that little boy doing?"

asked a big black man in the China-Pakistan convoy with a red rope tied to his head who looked like he was practicing Muay Thai.

The person being questioned was a grinning man in the motorcade. His mouth was widely split and he looked terrifying. His nickname was Crocodile.

"Reporting to the boss, the fever is severe. If you don't go to the hospital, you may have to burp." The crocodile said this with a smile, without any mercy.

There are four people in their convoy, and the big black man who asked the question is their boss and a branch leader of the Qinglong Club, nicknamed "Oolong".

The boss Wulong snorted coldly after hearing this, "So unlucky? I'll throw him into the green belt later and let him fend for himself!"

"Okay, boss!"

Crocodile chuckled.

For people like the Qinglong Society, they only care about profits when controlling these disabled people. They have no regard for their life and death. They look miserable when they are sick. On the contrary, they can beg for more money. Seeing more money, they don't care. .

For example, this four- or five-year-old boy was so sick that he was out of breath. They were worried that the little boy would die in their own hands, so they planned to put the little boy in the green belt and let him fend for himself.

This little boy has been with them since he was a child and helps them earn tens of thousands of dollars every year. Even if they really leave the child there, no one dares to care about it because everyone is afraid of their Qinglong Society. In this way, the little boy There is only a dead end.

In order to prevent older abducted children from hiding money, escaping or tipping off information, Oolong and Crocodile will do everything possible to silence the children. The most common method is to feed them powerful sleeping pills and make them sleepy, then leave them there to beg. , when they wake up, they are taken away and moved to another place. The life span of these children is very short.

Beating these controlled children was commonplace. Once, a kind-hearted citizen saw Oolong beating one of the children. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he said a few words, and Oolong beat him black and blue.

The other party went to the police station to report them afterwards. As you can imagine, Oolong had taken care of everything in advance. Not only was he not punished in any way, but after the person came out of the police station, he sent someone to intercept him again and directly arrested the person. His legs and feet were broken, making him a beggar for the rest of his life.

For scum like Oolong and Crocodile, they have never thought about whether they will go to hell if they do bad things in their lives. They only know that they can live happily now by eating, drinking and having fun.

Following Oolong's instructions, the crocodile came to the minibus humming a song, took a look at the five-year-old boy who was shaking all over due to a severe fever, kicked him with his feet and said, "Hey, are you dead?"

The little boy was very deformed, with a head as big as a bucket, a thin neck, and a body as thin as a puppy or a kitten. He was kicked awake by a crocodile and looked at the tall and scary man in front of him with hazy eyes. His lips moved. Don't know what to say.

When the crocodile saw the little boy open his eyes, he grinned: "You have a long life, you are not dead yet? You are lucky. Boss Oolong takes pity on you and plans to let you go later. How about it, are you happy?"

The little boy still didn't speak, and looked at him with dull eyes, without any light.

The crocodile smiled ferociously: "Why don't you say anything? It's a pity. A big guy like you can help us make a lot of money. Quack, many gentlemen and ladies like your appearance! Originally, the boss and I planned to wait until you recover from your illness. Cut off your feet and hands, it will look better that way——"

"Really, it's really nice to sell quite a lot like that?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind the crocodile.

"Who, who's talking?" The crocodile was startled and turned around to look.

Zhuang Dingxian stood behind him, holding a gun to his lower back, his eyes cold.

"You -" Crocodile was about to say something when Zhuang Dingxian raised his hand, picked up the butt of the gun and hit him on the forehead.

Broken forehead,

There was a lot of blood.

"Who are you? Bastard!" The crocodile covered his forehead and roared at Zhuang Dingxian.

"The person who wants your life!" Zhuang Dingxian replied coldly.

The crocodile still wanted to resist, but Zhuang Dingxian didn't give him a chance at all. Bang bang bang, he aimed at his head and hit him hard!

The crocodile was beaten so hard that it fell to the ground and screamed in pain, "Spare your life, don't hit me! Spare your life!"

"Do you want me to spare your life?" Zhuang Dingxian raised the butt of the gun again and prepared the crocodile temple, "Why don't you give them a chance?"

Bang!

The crocodile felt a severe pain in its temple and passed out immediately.

When Zhuang Dingxian saw that the crocodile was unconscious, he took a breath, put away his gun, and looked at the big-headed boy lying on the minibus.

The boy was dying, but he smiled at him. He didn't move anymore. He just had that smile on his face. He was finally free.

Zhuang Dingxian looked at him and felt sad.

He is only five years old.

Other children are still acting coquettishly in their mother's arms.

But he suffered all the hardships in the world.

Looking at his frail body and sickly big head, Zhuang Dingxian closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he had calmed down and stepped forward and slowly reached out to close the little boy's eyes.

Let him rest in peace.

After doing all this, Zhuang Dingxian looked at the crocodile lying on the ground again, with murderous intent in his eyes.

…

Just when Zhuang Dingxian raided the crocodile, Huo Wen's team also raided Oolong, the boss of the gang.

Oolong was drinking foreign wine and eating barbecue in front of the campfire. Occasionally, he kindly threw the finished meat bones to the crippled beggars.

Seeing the beggars moving their mutilated bodies to grab the bones, he laughed loudly, pointed at them and cursed: "Look at them, they look like dogs!"

The other two men also laughed, their eyes looking maliciously back and forth at a female beggar, and they said, "Silly girl, sing a song for us."

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was not good-looking. She was dark and had messy hair.

She was born with a disability and suffered from polio. Her father sold her to Oolong and his family last year.

The girl is very obedient. As long as she can live, she is willing to do anything, even begging, she is the hardest working one. As for singing, she can hum a few lines, but she doesn't know whether it sounds good or not.

In order to fill her stomach, the girl begged for more meat and bones. She grinned at Oolong and the others, revealing her incomplete front teeth.

By doing this, she made Oolong and the others lose interest. Especially the girl looked as cheerful as if she had been picked out of a trash can.

Just then——

"No one is allowed to move, you are surrounded!" Huo Wen rushed out with three of his men, pointing his gun at Oolong and others.

Oolong was stunned for a moment.

The two men were also stunned.

Oolong saw Huo Wen clearly and was not afraid: "Who are you? Who are you from?"

"We are the Southern Police Department police!" Hoving replied.

"From the south? Why did you come to the north of us?" Oolong was stunned and prepared to get up.

Huo Wen pointed the gun at him: "I told you, don't move! Otherwise -"

"Otherwise, how dare you still shoot?" Oolong stood up slowly with an arrogant look on his face.

Bang!

A bullet hit the sole of his foot.

Oolong was startled, "Did you really fucking shoot?"

"I warned you!" Huo Wen said coldly.

Oolong was scared and raised his hands and said: "Don't be impulsive! You have something to say! We are members of the Qinglong Association and have a very good relationship with the Northern Police Station. You can call and ask!"

"We are from the south. We don't care what happens to them in the north!" Huo Wen said disdainfully.

"No, you are all in the same system after all. If you do this, wouldn't you be overstepping the boundaries of law enforcement?" Oolong said cautiously, "If the big guys in the north know about it, how will your southern police station explain it?"

"Explanation? No need to explain! It is natural to eradicate you scumbags. If they don't do it, we will do it!"                                                                                                                                                  introduction的你说——�� Oolong did not expect that Huo Wen would not accept the offer, "But it will be very troublesome Let me tell you, our Qinglonghui boss knows your top police officer, and our relationship is not normal. If you don’t want to lose your job, you’d better let us go!”

Huo Wen smiled: "Really? Let you go, what if I don't?"

Oolong's eyes narrowed, "Don't you think about the consequences? If nothing else, the boss at the police station is not someone to be trifled with. If the time comes, I will give you a call to the chief and he will tell you to pack up and get out!" "

Huo Wen smiled coldly: "Sorry, I am the director!"

"Uh, what?" Oolong was really stunned this time.

He looked at Huo Wen in disbelief, wondering if the director was mentally ill and dared to go against their Qinglong Society regardless of his future.

Huo Wen took the opportunity and said: "Now I give you one last chance. Do you admit your guilt or not? Did Jin Xiong, the boss of the Qinglong Society, instruct you to do this?"

"What to do?" Oolong still wanted to take advantage of him.

Bang!

Huo Wen couldn't bear it anymore and shot him in the leg.

"My legs!"

"You know exactly what to do!" Huo Wen pointed the gun at Oolong again, "Now, do you admit guilt?"

"No, I'm not guilty, what should I admit--"

Bang!

Howin shot him again in the other leg.

Oolong couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thud, hugging his legs and wailing.

Huo Wen stepped forward, stepped on Oolong's head with his leather shoes, pointed his gun at him and said, "My patience is limited. Should I use a move or not?"

He still wanted to be tough, but Huo Wen didn't hesitate -——

Bang!

Pull the trigger!

Hit the own head directly!

Blood splatters!

Wulong's two men were so frightened that they were trembling all over and their eyes were wide open.

They never dreamed that Hoving, the chief of the Southern Police Department, would be so ruthless.

Huo Wen knew that from the moment of the headshot, he had completely fought against the Qinglong Society, without even the slightest room for relaxation.

Zhuang Dingxian looked at this scene and nodded secretly.

He has been with Du Yongxiao for many years, and Du Yongxiao has gone through a bloody journey. The nickname of "Bloody Hand Massacre" is not an unfounded reputation. This also taught Zhuang Dingxian one thing, take action when it's time to take action, and be ruthless as a man, especially People like Huo Wen who want to rise to the top must do something to show their abilities.

Huo Wen actually thinks this way.

There is no need to kill Oolong.

But he must do this,

This is called a certificate of submission!

As soon as Oolong died, two of his men were frightened to death.

Huo Wen turned around and pointed the gun at them: "What about you now, are you going to continue to be tough, or are you going to confess?"

"We recruit! We recruit them all!"

The two hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

"So who instigated you to do things like kidnapping and extortion, human trafficking, child torture, and intentional killing?" Huo Wen said coldly.

"These are all what Jin Xiong, the boss of the Qinglong Society, asked us to do!" The two of them were not stupid and knew what answer Huo Wen wanted.

"Are you willing to testify?"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to testify against Jin Xiong?"

"willing!"

Huo Wen looked at Zhuang Dingxian.

The meaning is very simple. Two people have testified. Is that enough?

Zhuang Dingxian did not speak, but looked at the crocodile that had just woken up.

Crocodile woke up and shook his head.

He realized that the situation was not right. Why were there so many people around? And holding guns?

Then he felt something sticky under his body, and touched it with his hand---

It turned out to be blood!

He looked more carefully, and the boss Wu Long fell beside him. There was a hole in his head, and red and white were all over the ground.

"Ah!" Crocodile screamed and got up from the ground in fear.

Then he found that everyone was looking at him.

Zhuang Dingxian stepped forward, "I am Interpol, now you only need to say one sentence--"

He took out the gun, pointed it at the crocodile's head, and stared at him: "Are you willing to testify and identify Jin Xiong?"

Crocodile looked at Wu Long who fell to the ground, and then looked at the two subordinates who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and did not hesitate: "Yes!"

...

Bangkok--

The villa of Jin Xiong, the leader of the Qinglong Society--

Security guards in camouflage uniforms holding submachine guns patrolled back and forth along the high walls of the villa.

Seven or eight searchlights shone on the hidden corners of the villa from time to time to prevent outsiders from sneaking in.

In the reception hall of the villa, Jin Xiong, the leader of the Qinglong Society, sat on a golden lion chair, cutting the lamb leg with a knife and stuffing slices of fat into his mouth.

On both sides of him, there were eight people, all of whom were the helmsmen of the Qinglong Society. They were also the eight people that Jin Xiong valued the most, known as the Eight Great Helmsmen and the Eight Great Vajras.

Under the Eight Great Helmsmen, there were the hall masters under each helmsman, a total of sixteen people, fifteen of whom were here now, one was missing.

"Why hasn't that bastard Wu Long come yet?" Jin Xiong threw away the lamb leg, took a big sip of strong liquor, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Report to Mr. Jin, I have asked someone to find him!" said Pi Cha, one of the Eight Great Vajras.

He is the boss of Wu Long.

Wu Long is the hall master, working under him, and he is the helmsman, who happens to be Wu Long's superior.

This time, Jin Xiong summoned people, in addition to their eight great helmsmen, fifteen hall masters were also summoned, obviously to make a big scene.

Jin Xiong spat in dissatisfaction, and the eye that was replaced by a dog's eye emitted a vicious light.

"Okay, don't wait for this bastard!" Jin Xiong said viciously, and glanced at everyone, "The purpose of calling you here today is very simple, just to make trouble!"

Pi Cha clasped his fists and asked: "I don't know what you are going to do, boss?"

"Yes, boss, we will follow you in everything you do!" Su Man, one of the Eight Vajra, said.

Jin Xiong picked up a sharp knife and picked his teeth: "I want to get someone, he is from Hong Kong! Damn, this bastard actually dared to kill Hei Pi--you also know that Hei Pi is protected by me, and he is also my cash cow, Jin Xiong. He helped me make a lot of money. Now he is dead, who will help me make money?"

"This bastard really deserves to die!"

"Yes, dare to kill Hei Pi!"

"Killing Hei Pi is against our Qinglong Society! Kill him!"

Pi Cha, Su Man and others roared.