Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 119 How dare you (please subscribe!)

"Hua Zai!"

Ji Buti shouted angrily and called Hua Zai, who was cleaning up the scene over there, to come over: "Take Wuying to the hospital and treat the wound properly."

"I'm okay."

Wuying put his palms on the hood of the car, supported his body and said hard: "If you need me to do anything, just ask me."

"Have a rest."

Ji Bu waved his hand and praised again: "You have made great achievements."

After quickly clearing the scene at Baishawan Pier, Ji Bu led a large force to evacuate before the police arrived at the scene.

The important information brought by Wu Fei suddenly cleared up all his doubts.

Ji Bu still didn't understand why Tan Cheng suddenly attacked him. It turned out that the Eight-faced Buddha had entered Hong Kong Island.

So.

Tan Cheng's explanation makes sense.

Interest trends.

Tan Cheng has made great achievements in the field of counterfeit banknotes, but when it comes to the counterfeit currency market, he still lacks the territory and market say.

The promise of the Eight-faced Buddha to send him a batch of goods was only secondary. The important thing was that Tan Cheng himself did not have a big white powder market.

If he can eat Lin Kun, the territory in his hands will naturally become his own, and he can also get benefits from the Eight-faced Buddha, eating both sides.

This should be the fundamental reason for their cooperation.

same.

This cooperative relationship is also very fragile. Once the balance of interests is broken, the situation will be beneficial to Ji Bu.

at the moment.

I made a mistake by mistake. I originally just wanted to make a quick decision, but I copied the old secrets of Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote base.

And now, based on the information brought back by Wu Fei, Ji Bu has a new idea after getting the counterfeit money tape.

Ocean Accounting Company.

Ji Bu came back from outside in a hurry, came to the sofa and sat down with his legs crossed. He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a nice puff, then picked up the phone next to him.

The call was made to Tan Cheng.

Henglian Finance Company.

Tan Cheng stared at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window with burning eyes, his expression changing.

Ji Bu and Mark Lee snatched away the counterfeit money tape. The two parties must have reached some agreement. Now, they want to get back the tape used to make the counterfeit money.

The only way is to exchange for the Eight-faced Buddha. There is no doubt that only the Eight-faced Buddha can have equal interests with the counterfeit money tape.

What Tan Cheng is worried about now is not whether to hand over the Eight-faced Buddha, but how to negotiate with Ji Bu and how to negotiate to ensure that the counterfeit money tape is foolproof.

The counterfeit banknote base is his lifeblood, and nothing can go wrong.

"Oh shit!"

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth and muttered distractedly: "I'm also a crazy person. Why don't I just ask Lin Kun to cooperate?"

"The Eight-faced Buddha, an outsider from northern Myanmar, is definitely easier to deal with than Lin Kun, who has already established a foothold in the local area."

He moved his neck impatiently. It was useless to think so much now. The most urgent task now was to get the counterfeit money tape back:

"Where's Dasha?"

Tan Cheng shouted angrily toward the office door: "Why hasn't Dasha come back yet? He went to Kowloon to buy some cigarettes!"

At this time.

Ma Zai ran in from the door in a panic: "No, no, no, boss!"

"What's up!"

Tan Cheng cast a gloomy look at Ma Zai, who was running out of breath, and scolded: "If you have anything to say, just say it. How does Dasha manage you guys?"

"Boss."

Ma Zai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said tremblingly: "Dasha. Dasha is dead. When we found out, he had been shot to death on the street."

"What?!"

Tan Cheng suddenly jumped up from his seat, rushed to Ma Zai in a few steps, and grabbed Ma Zai's collar: "What the hell did you say?!"

"You're so stupid."

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng raised his foot and kicked Ma Zai out. He swept his hand across the table and everything on the table fell to pieces in an instant:

"Who did it, who did it, who the hell did it!"

Roaring voices echoed in the office, but no one could give him a reasonable answer.

Dasha is Tan Cheng's right-hand confidant. Dasha helps him deal with many things. Dasha is now on the street, which makes Tan Cheng's mentality explode instantly.

Immediately afterwards.

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded again outside.

A horse boy rushed in quickly, out of breath: "Boss, it's bad, something happened at Baishawan Pier!"

Ma Zai's voice was sharp and he spoke very fast: "The Baishawan Pier was eaten by Ji Bu and his men. The Ma Zai stationed there ran away to death. It's completely over!"

"What?!"

Tan Cheng's eyelids twitched and he felt his heart suddenly stop.

Baishawan Pier.

The strategic location makes it a very important project in his hands. With this terminal in hand, he doesn't know how much profit it will bring to him.

In the blink of an eye, he was eaten by Ji Bu?

What the hell is this Ji Bu? Why is he so fast?

"Waste! Waste!"

Tan Cheng lost control of his emotions, opened the drawer and took out the big black star inside, pulled the gun bolt and pointed it at Ma Zai outside:

"A bunch of useless trash, they will all die for me!"

"No!"

Ma Zai's knees went weak and he fell to the ground: "Boss Cheng, please spare my life!"

"Oh shit!"

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth, but in the end he didn't fire. He slapped the table with his hands, holding the table with his hands and breathing heavily.

Dasha is on the street, and he will still have to rely on these horsemen to do things in the future. It is better than nothing if they are useless.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Tan Cheng yelled angrily, sat down on the boss's chair, lay limply on it, and stared at the ceiling blankly.

Needless to say.

Dasha was either killed by Mark Li or Ji Bu.

For some reason, Tan Cheng felt a sense of powerlessness at this moment. Ji Bu's reaction speed and methods far exceeded his expectations.

original.

According to his plan, he would kill Ji Bu quickly tonight, and then within a week, he would almost be able to eat Lin Kun.

Who knows.

Ji Bu not only did not rush to the street tonight, but he slapped himself to death at an extremely fast speed. He directly killed himself by one move and put himself in a deadlock.

"bite"

The phone on the desk rang.

"..."

Tan Cheng stared at the phone with gloomy eyes for a while, and finally picked it up. Neither party who picked up the phone spoke.

"Hello"

Tan Cheng finally lost his composure and took the initiative to speak, saying in a gloomy tone: "Ji Bu, you still dare to call!"

"What don't I dare to do?"

Ji Bu's voice rang on the other end of the phone: "You are the one who is panicking now, not me, right?!"

"..."

Tan Cheng's lips moved and he opened his mouth without speaking.

"Boss Cheng, it's already this time, why are you still hesitating?"

Seeing that he was silent, Ji Bu didn't bother to beat around the bush: "Boss Cheng suddenly wants to attack me, Ji Bu. It turns out he is cooperating with the Eight-faced Buddha."

He didn't say how he knew it, but it was self-evident.

"Say it."

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth and said coldly: "What on earth do you want to do!"

"What exactly do I want to do and to what extent do I want to do it? These should all be regarded as the sincerity of the boss."

Ji Bu got straight to the point and said calmly: "Now, I have this electrotype and tape for making counterfeit banknotes. If I hand it over to the police, what will the police do?!"

"I think the police are very interested in an international counterfeit banknote syndicate stationed on Hong Kong Island, what do you think?"

"Jibu!"

Tan Cheng breathed heavily and warned: "I advise you not to mess around."

"so what?"

Tan Cheng on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know where they are now. We have only met once."

"And, I'm with him"

"Okay."

Ji Bu directly interrupted Tan Cheng's words, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you think this has anything to do with me?" He raised his hand and looked at his watch: "I'll give you an hour."

"At three o'clock in the morning, I will call you again. If you don't get the results I want, the electronic version and tape will be in the hands of the police."

"I"

Just as Tan Cheng wanted to speak, the other end of the phone hung up, leaving only a series of busy signals.

"Grass!"

Tan Cheng originally wanted to leave himself some time to deal with the situation, but who knew that Ji Bu pressed forward step by step and gave no chance at all.

He had to make sure he caught the Eight-faced Buddha first, and then thought of a way to get the tape back and take it out perfectly.

"The Yan family shovel!"

Tan Cheng sat in his seat and thought for a long time. After gritting his teeth, he could only pick up the phone again, organized his words and called the Eight-faced Buddha.

"Become the boss."

It was very quiet on the other side of the Eight-faced Buddha, and his hoarse laughter could be heard: "Call me at this time. Do you have any good news to tell me?"

"I caught Ji Bu."

Tan Cheng said without thinking: "Ji Bu is Lin Kun's disciple, and you must know his status. I will give you the person, and you will give me the goods."

"As for the rest, you can discuss it yourself."

There was a pause.

He added: "Let's make a deal first, I will definitely occupy all their territory, otherwise I will not give it to you, Ji Bu."

The reason why Tan Cheng said this was simply to enhance the credibility of his words. As for why he was so confident.

Because he knew that the Eight-faced Buddha had just arrived in Hong Kong Island, and he could not be so well-informed. Even if he heard about what happened tonight, the Eight-faced Buddha would definitely not know what happened specifically.

"Okay, Boss Cheng is very efficient at work."

After hearing the words, the Eight-faced Buddha thought for a moment and nodded in response: "I said, I only want the market on Hong Kong Island, and the territory has nothing to do with me."

"I'm in the Yuandu Hotel now. I'll tell you the room number 1808. I'll say hello to the front desk. Then you can just bring someone up and knock on the door."

"OK."

Tan Cheng raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: "I can get to you in about half an hour."

"no problem."

Both parties hung up the phone.

"Walk!"

Tan Cheng put on his coat, picked up the big black star in the drawer and walked out: "Arrange a few eye-catching handsome guys to follow me."

The people were arranged into two vehicles, a car and a van, and they headed towards the destination fully loaded.

Yuandu Hotel.

Eighteenth floor.

"Tsk"

The Eight-faced Buddha hung up the phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with a cigar in hand, and looked down at the traffic passing by from time to time:

"Mian Na, how do you think they handled this matter?"

"Me?"

Minna was sitting on the sofa smoking a thin lady's cigarette. After hearing this, she stood up from her seat, came to the side of the Eight-faced Buddha, shook her hair that was spread on both sides, and thought for a moment:

"Tan Cheng is a big boss after all. With so many people under his command, I think it is not impossible to win a quick victory."

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha smiled hoarsely, stretched out his hand and stroked Minna's head: "Nana, you still think of things too simply."

"Think about it, Lin Kun used to have so many talkative people, such as Jingkun, Duan Kun, and Brother Shan. The three of them have been following Lin Kun for so long, but there hasn't been much movement."

He took a deep breath from his cigar and started to play with the thick cigar in his hand: "But this Ji Bu quickly became popular."

"Not only did he take care of Lin Kun's business beautifully, but all those Shan Ge, Liang Kun, and Duan Kun all disappeared."

"Don't you think Ji Bu is very capable?"

The Eight-faced Buddha turned to look at Minna: "If Ji Bu is really so easy to solve, then Lin Kun's cards must be too bad!"

"Um"

Minna groaned, holding her chin with her palms, showing a thoughtful expression, and did not express her opinion anymore.

"If you look at Tan Cheng again, although he now has an absolute position in the counterfeit banknote market, he has monopolized a large market at home and abroad."

Eight-faced Buddha's eyes were sharp and he analyzed insightfully: "But Tan Cheng didn't do it by himself. He relied on Song Zihao and Mark Li's ability to pick up their achievements and sit in their position."

"If nothing happens to Song Zihao, Song Zihao and Mark Li will never have the possibility of Tan Cheng ascending to the throne."

"Although Tan Cheng's counterfeit banknote business is still doing well now, the market is far inferior to what Song Zihao and his friends were back then, so Tan Cheng has to find another way and set his sights on the white powder market to make money."

"oh?"

Minna nodded again as if she didn't understand, her big eyes blinked: "Then what dad means is Tan Cheng."

"It's not that he's not good, it's just that I always feel that compared to this Ji Bu, Tan Cheng is still a bit inferior."

The Eight-faced Buddha's eyes fell on the cigar in his hand: "There's no reason why he could catch Ji Bu so quickly, right?!"

"Ji Bu can eliminate his opponents and sit in this position. He is definitely not a brainless person. He can't be caught by Tan Cheng so quickly."

"It's always good to be careful anyway."

Just as they were talking.

downstairs.

Two cars drove into the hotel parking lot one after the other.

"Coming."

The Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the group of people in the parking lot at his feet, then turned to the six bodyguards standing behind him:

"Please pay attention to me and be on guard against this Tan Cheng at all times."

"OK."

All the bodyguards responded in unison, and each stood in the suite at a good angle with clear actions. As long as there was any abnormality, they could immediately counterattack at any time.

At this moment.

"Ding ding."

The phone nearby suddenly rang.

"Um?"

The Eight-faced Buddha frowned, stepped forward and picked up the phone: "Hello"

He couldn't help but take a breath as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone expressionlessly after the other person finished speaking.

···

A few minutes later.

Tan Cheng walked out of the elevator with eight horse boys. He first looked up at the house number guide on the wall, and then walked to the right.

In the corridor.

Soft carpets covered the aisles, and their feet did not make much sound. Several people walked in unison, arriving at an even pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

If you pay attention to their open coats, you can vaguely see them.

As they moved forward, the hems of their clothes fell together, and the long and narrow pistol stuck underneath could be vaguely seen.

Follow Tan Cheng's instructions.

Later.

As soon as the door opened, he immediately shot Ma Zai, held the father and daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha and Minna hostage, and quickly left here.

soon.

1808.

Several people stopped at the door of room 1808.

Tan Cheng took a deep breath and first glanced at the crack in the door at his feet. He could vaguely see the warm light shining inside.

"You, you."

Tan Cheng waved to the left and right, indicating to Ma Zai to block the door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, then took two steps back and hid behind them:

"Eight-faced Buddha, I'm here, open the door!"

in front of me.

Ma Zai had already pulled out the pistol from behind his waist. The added silencer made the shadow of the pistol cast by the light on the ground much longer.

After a short pause.

"Coming."

in the room.

Someone responded first, and then footsteps sounded.

outside the door.

Tan Cheng and the others only left one person standing normally at the peephole position at the door.

The horsemen standing nearby hid on both sides of the threshold and stood against the wall. Their fingers were already on the triggers, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the hotel entrance.

As soon as the person inside opens the door, they can shoot instantly, kill him with a headshot, and then rush into the room to kill the others and hold down the Eight-faced Buddha.

This is.

The door is not open yet.

"biu"

"biu"

The silencer-equipped pistol made a dull sound.

The sound of the gunshot was very sudden.

"Fuck!"

Tan Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to curse: "Who the hell told you to shoot now!"

On the door panel.

The blood spattered from his own body sprayed on the door panel, making Tan Cheng freeze.

The bullet was fired from the room.

The jet easily penetrated the wood composite door of the hotel, leaving holes in the sputtering wood chips, and easily penetrated the chest of Ma Zai standing at the door.

Ma Zai groaned and fell back straight.

Only then did everyone react.

You've been fooled!

"shot!"

In fact, without waiting for Tan Cheng to give the order, just a moment after the gunshot, the soldiers almost reflexively fired at the door panel.

"biubiu"

A pistol equipped with a silencer was fired wildly.

Two groups of people.

Shooting wildly through the door.

There were bullet holes in the door panel one after another, and wood chips were flying everywhere.

only.

Just when everyone's attention is focused on 1808.

Suddenly the door of the room next to it opened.

Suddenly the door of the room behind him opened.

"biu"

"biubiu"

Two pistols equipped with silencers were poked out of every door, and the triggers were being pulled frantically.

The black muzzle of the gun was spraying tongues of flame, and the bullets ejected from the muzzle were easily killing everyone in the corridor.

The few people in the corridor had no cover to begin with.

After being sneak-attacked in the room, they fired back one after another. They didn't notice the movement in the room next to them, so the gunmen who emerged from the room next to them basically took down one of them with one shot.

One shot followed another, one after another, hitting the target one after another.

In the dull sound of gunfire.

Ma Zai's body twitched when he was shot, and blood holes exploded in his body. Blood spattered on the walls and carpet of the corridor.

Under the light of the light pole on the ceiling of the corridor, a faint trace of green smoke could be seen. The warm light was particularly cold at the moment, making the blood splattered in the air even more colorful.

on the wall.

Bullets that penetrated the wall from time to time left deeply embedded bullet holes in it.

It only takes a few seconds.

The dust has settled!

A group of seven people fell on the carpet in various directions, and the blood that oozed out with a bit of hot breath dyed the carpet dark red.

in the air.

There was a faint smell of blood.

On the ground.

Tan Cheng fell on the pile of corpses with his eyes wide open, and the blood splattered on his face made his expression look a little more ferocious.

His palms were covering his neck, which was bleeding from the bullet. His Adam's apple twitched and he made a "ho ho" sound, and he spit out blood foam from his mouth.

"hehe."

The Eight-faced Buddha walked out of room 1808, stepped in front of Tan Cheng, and looked down at Tan Cheng:

"Boss Cheng, you are quite thoughtful. You even knew how to come here and catch me to make a deal with Ji Bu."

Tan Cheng tightly held his neck, which was bleeding from the gunshot, and looked at him twitchingly.

"It's just a pity that you met my Eight-faced Buddha."

The Eight-faced Buddha raised his foot and kicked Tan Cheng's body: "You don't know me, the Eight-faced Buddha, who am I? If I dare to stay in a hotel, why would I only open one room?"

"Besides, you can't even play with a little Ji Bu, so why would you want to find me, the Eight-faced Buddha? How can you be confident in catching me?!"

"hehe."

He laughed hoarsely, looked at Tan Cheng who could only breathe out but not in, shook his head and said: "How dare you!!"

Finished.

The Eight-faced Buddha took his daughter Mena and walked towards the elevator entrance with head held high.

behind.

The six intact bodyguards followed one after another. The last one raised the silencer-equipped pistol in his hand and pointed it at the head of Tan Cheng, who was still breathing.

Tan Cheng subconsciously struggled to move back.

"biu"

The bullet pierced the eyebrow.

Tan Cheng's body twitched and there was no movement.

In the elevator.

The Eight-faced Buddha took his daughter, plus six bodyguards, and the group took the elevator downstairs, passed through and came to the lobby, the pistols in their hands eye-catching.

The bodyguard walked in front to clear the way, and the Eight-faced Buddha walked behind with his daughter.

When the front desk clerk saw their ferocious looks, he didn't dare to stop them. He hid behind the counter and shivered, not daring to show his face.

The group of people quickly walked through the hall towards the outside, and one person came to the front desk.

The bodyguard didn't talk nonsense, raised the pistol in his hand and fired a shot at the wall of the front desk, and then said in a less fluent Mandarin:.

"Take me to the CCTV control room, now!"

The waiter had long been frightened by the shot. He didn't dare to refuse. He begged for mercy and walked towards the control room with his bodyguard.

In the parking lot outside.

The boys who were originally arranged by Tan Cheng to wait downstairs were squatting on the ground smoking cigarettes, chatting from time to time, waiting for Tan Cheng and the others to come downstairs.

Hall entrance.

A team of five bodyguards surrounded the father and daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha and Menna. After exiting the glass door of the hall, they saw this group of people.

They all raised the pistols they held in their hands, and without stopping, their guns were pointed at several people.

Ma Zai also noticed a few people at the door and pointed at them: "Come down!"

"biubiu"

The bodyguards expressionlessly pulled the triggers, shooting as they walked, spreading out in a battle formation with detailed division of labor.

Ma Zai's chest exploded with blood mist after being shot, and he fell onto the car. The bright red blood stained the entire front windshield.

Gunshots came and went.

Only then did the few smoking horses outside react and run for their lives in a hurry.

The five bodyguards shot down several of them in one round and dispersed their team. They were suppressed and hid behind the car, not daring to show their faces.

Fierce shooting.

The glass was shattered and sputtered, and the sirens of cars were blaring one after another.

The fireworks ejected from the muzzle are particularly eye-catching.

moment.

The six horse boys who were left downstairs waiting for Tan Cheng were also eliminated.

The Eight-faced Buddha and his daughter calmly got into the car that was approaching, and the bodyguard responsible for handling the closed-circuit television in the hotel also came out.

A group of people with two cars stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

They were in no hurry and the whole process was neat and orderly. It only took more than two minutes from going downstairs to getting in the car. Their fighting qualities were not comparable to those of Tan Cheng and other horse boys.

Guest room on the 18th floor.

Shortly after the Eight-faced Buddha and the others left.

The resident in the next room heard that there was no movement outside, so he cautiously opened the door to see what happened.

Until he saw the corpses piled up in the corridor and the blood on the floor, he was so frightened that he screamed and rushed back to the room.

Immediately.

There were constant calls to the police through the hotel's telephone.

A few more minutes passed.

Two men wearing masks and caps and walking quickly with large backpacks rushed out of the hotel's fire escape.

The two of them quickly walked through the corridor, ignoring the corpses of Tan Cheng and his party that passed across them, and entered the room where the Eight-faced Buddha and the others had just stayed.

As they walked, the two put on the rubber gloves prepared in their pockets and quickly checked the room with a clear goal.

They observed the details of the room and started the finishing work to eliminate all traces of the Eight-faced Buddha and the others.

Even the cigarette butts in the ashtray were poured into the prepared bags and then taken away.

The two quickly checked these rooms carefully, after confirming that no clues or abnormalities would be left.

The two people put their belongings into their backpacks, then picked up their backpacks and left the scene very quickly, got into the fire escape and disappeared.

Five minutes later.

The police who received the alarm rushed to the scene, looked at the corridor where bodies were piled up, immediately called for backup, and sealed off the scene.

Soon.

A large force from the Saigon Police Department arrived, conducting searches and inspections inside and outside at the same time, and notified the traffic police to set up checkpoints.

Starting from the eighteenth floor, every room on every floor was searched to trace the possible traces of the murderer.

soon.

After receiving the letter, Song Zijie and his people rushed here. The person in charge of the scene was Song Zijie's immediate boss, Sir Mo.

"Sir Mo."

Song Zijie hung his ID on his chest, passed the police inspection, then raised the cordon and got in.

He first looked at the bullet holes and splattered blood stains left on the wall, and then looked at the corpse over there that was being photographed for evidence.

"Tan Cheng?!"

After Song Zijie saw Tan Cheng, his expression froze obviously, and then he quickly walked up to Tan Cheng and confirmed his identity again:

"Sir Mo, why is Tan Cheng here?!"

After receiving this information, he rushed over immediately as he was having a stalemate with Big Boss Ji at the police station and expressed disbelief at the information.

It's obvious.

He was very surprised by Tan Cheng's death. He had been following him in the past few hours.

Why was he suddenly shot to death in the hotel?

"I don't know either, it's still under investigation."

Sir Mo looked at his subordinate and shrugged helplessly: "We only have a preliminary understanding at the moment."

Song Zijie is his subordinate, and he has been following Tan Cheng's case of the counterfeit banknote group.

at the moment.

Tan Cheng is dead, please share the information.

"According to the feedback from the front desk staff, a group of seven of them arrived here half an hour ago. Not long after they came up, another group of people went down. This group even opened fire with a group of people outside the door.

Fighting fire and shooting."

"After beating the group of people at the door to death, they quickly drove away from the scene. We have now asked colleagues from the Ministry of Transportation to cooperate with our investigation."

"By the way, whether it was Tan Cheng's group or the group that left at the end, both sides used silenced guns."

Sir Mo's eyes looked at the bullet holes splashed on the ground: "It seems that these two groups must have planned and come prepared in advance. One of these two groups will always fall."

The silenced gun is a very clear signal, just to deceive others.

"It's easy to eat black, right?"

Song Zijie gave his own judgment and asked: "Has the information been checked?!"

"Fake."

Sir Mo shook his head and said: "Not only that, they all registered with false identities, and the CCTV was specially processed before they left. It has been damaged and no useful information can be obtained."

"oh?"

Song Zijie looked at the bullet holes and blood stains on the wall again. He came to the door of the room and looked inside at the police officer who was trying to collect evidence:

"So careful? The CCTV was processed before leaving?!"

"yes."

Sir Mo nodded and added: "Not only that, so far, we have not extracted any useful information from these rooms."

"The room has also been treated, nothing is left at all."

"So professional?!"

Song Zijie asked back, both surprised and not surprised.

When he came up just now, he saw the situation in the parking lot outside. Before the group left, they had a gunfight with the Ma Chai who was guarding downstairs.

Even in such a tense situation, they still arranged people to handle the CCTV in an orderly manner, with a clear division of labor and cooperation.

This group of people should not be ordinary characters.

"Go to the street."

Song Zijie muttered softly and came to the police officer who was squatting on the ground picking up bullet shells from the evidence bag. He reached out and took the evidence bag in his hand and looked at it.

The bullet casings were consistent with the model of firearms left by Tan Cheng and the others at the scene, and both parties used the same model of firearms.

"Tan Cheng and the others arrived here half an hour ago with men and guns equipped with silencers, ready to take action."

He gave the same inference as Sir Mo: "It seems that their goal is very clear."

"These two groups should know each other."

“Conflict between buyers and sellers of counterfeit money?”

"The black eats the black?"

Song Zijie gave a somewhat uncertain judgment, but as for the specific situation, we still have to wait for the relevant departments to extract it on site before making a reasonable conclusion.

Tan Cheng's death caused Song Zijie, who had been pursuing the counterfeit banknote case, to suddenly lose his clues.

so.

He set his sights on the big boss Ji who was brought back by him tonight. At the moment, he could only see if he could get any clues from this person's mouth.

According to his understanding, Big Brother Ji should be a peripheral person who cooperates with Tan Cheng and others, so there is no guarantee that he will have any useful information.

only.

The boss in the interrogation room was very calm. He just firmly denied that the white fan in the nightclub didn't know about it, didn't know, and didn't recognize any of these things.

As for the rest, I won’t say a word more, I’m very experienced.

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The other side.

Ji Bu, who originally predicted that it would be three o'clock in the morning, picked up the phone and called Tan Cheng, but no one answered, and the call continued again.

"Something happened?"

Ji Bu couldn't help but frown: "It shouldn't be right? Tan Chengcheng is a fool, and his other horses shouldn't be so weak in combat, right?!"

At this moment.

Miao Zhihua's call came in: "Abu, there is bad news."

"Just now, I heard news from the Sai Kung Police Station that a shooting occurred at the Yuan Du Hotel in Sai Kung District. Tan Cheng and all his team members died at the scene."

Miao Zhihua on the phone quickly informed Ji Bu of the situation he had learned.

"What?"

Ji Bu frowned when he heard this, with a hint of surprise in his tone: "All? Tan Cheng is also dead?"

Tan Cheng is also dead?

This was something Ji Bu didn't expect.

Tricky.

Intuition told Ji Bu that there must be something fishy about this matter!

"Yes."

Miao Zhihua nodded to confirm: "We don't know the specific situation at the scene. This is their jurisdiction."

"Okay, I understand."

Ji Bu nodded and was about to let Miao Zhihua say hello and help the big boss Ji who was captured by them, but when he thought that he was not in the same area, he might as well start on his own:

"It's okay, I'll hang up now."

After hanging up the phone.

He picked up his coat and stood up to go out. He put on his coat and called Mark Li: "Come on, come with me to the Saigon Police Station? Meet Song Zijie?!"

"OK."

Mark Li thought for a moment and agreed.

"Here."

Ji Bu got into the car and threw the counterfeit money tape under his arm to Mark Li, the co-pilot: "Hold it, this is the credit of your brother Hao and brother."

The reason why Ji Bu was going to the Saigon Police Station to find Song Zijie and brought the counterfeit money tape was because he wanted to make a deal with him. He had two purposes.

First:

The white powder incident in Da Lao Ji nightclub was just a little trick played by Tan Cheng and the others. They had to fish out Da Lao Ji and solve the issue of the nightclub being closed down.

second:

He thought Tan Cheng's death was very strange!

In the shooting incident at Yuandu Hotel, there is no doubt that the person who killed Tan Cheng and others was the Eight-faced Buddha.

According to the information Miao Zhihua gave him, Tan Cheng and all his cadres died at the scene, and none of them escaped. This was completely contrary to what was originally expected:

Tan Cheng and Ma Zai planned to use sneak attack and kidnapping to capture the Eight-faced Buddha and hand it over to him for trading without anyone noticing.

Even if the Eight-faced Buddha and others were alert, were discovered during the sneak attack, and a fight broke out between the two sides, it would be impossible for all of Tan Cheng's people to die.

A group of people were all dead.

What is going on.

The criminal policeman who was involved in the death of his brother Ali had a bribery and collusion relationship with the Eight-faced Buddha. This strange situation tonight made Ji Bu's keen sense detect an unusual meaning.

The black police are very likely to be involved tonight and take action!!

so.

In order to verify his conjecture, Ji Bu had to ask Song Zijie to help him enter the shooting scene, use the clues at the scene to make favorable inferences and judgments, restore the situation at the time, and determine what happened at that time!

and.

We must take advantage of the fact that the shooting scene has not yet been cleared up.

otherwise.

When the police officers finish cleaning up the scene, they may not be able to analyze any useful clues and give correct guidance. Instead, they will destroy the scene.

It's not that he looks down on them, but that Ji Bu has enough confidence in himself.

I am a person from the future who graduated from the police academy with honors. Whether it is the theoretical education and training I received or the experience I received, I will be much better than the education of this bullshit Royal Police Force.

Only when you enter the scene to restore the situation at that time and see everything through your own eyes can you make a correct judgment.

"Driving so fast?"

Mark Li was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning on the window with his left arm and frowning as he smoked. He looked at the soaring numbers on the computer and glanced sideways at Ji Bu: "Young man, drive slower, you'll be fined for speeding."

"Did I drive too fast?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mark Li, half-smiling: "It's not that I drive fast, but you don't dare to face Song Zijie, right? You guys should have met before."

"Oh!"

Mark Li was exposed by Ji Bu's words and snorted coldly without answering.

soon.

The car arrived at Sai Kung Police Station.

"Wait for me in the car."

Ji Bu opened the door and came down, entered the police station and asked someone to call Song Zijie, while he lit a cigarette outside.

In the interrogation room.

Song Zijie was still having trouble with Big Brother Ji when he was notified by the police that someone was looking for him. After giving a warning, Big Brother Ji came out and whispered:

"It's around three o'clock in the morning at night. Why don't you come see me later?"

"Sir Song."

Ji Bu exhaled a puff of slender blue smoke and waved to Song Zijie in a familiar manner: "Here."

"Who are you?"

Song Zijie shook off his three-part hairstyle and walked up to Ji Bu. He looked him up and down quickly for a while, but there was no information about Ji Bu in his mind:

"What do you want from me?"

PS: Biubiu's gunfire is the sound in the movie, but in fact the sound is still very loud even with a silencer installed. It's not Biubiubiu. We respect the movie but not the facts.

The tape used to make counterfeit banknotes is like this in A Better Tomorrow. The core hardware is the tape. We are not being too serious. After all, we do not make counterfeit banknotes.

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Jia book friends, sit alone on the beach and watch the sunrise, oh, hot, you are faith, Jin Xiaoyanei.

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(End of chapter)