Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 166 There is a mole (10,000 words)

"oh?"

Han Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Shaqiang with a smile: "Any clues? It seems that things are progressing at a good speed..."

He picked up the teapot and helped Shaqiang fill the teacup again: "Tell me what happened."

I asked Shaqiang to inquire about Lin Kun's white powder business, and prepared to find an opportunity to get along with him. It had only been a few days, but I already had some clues?

I was just about to take action on Lin Kun's white powder business, but Lin Kun was about to send out a batch of goods?

There are no such coincidences in the world, right?!

"Thank you, Brother Chen."

Silly Qiang was really thirsty. He grabbed the teacup and blew on the steaming water. He drank it all in one gulp and put the teacup down:

"But having said that, it's not because I'm making good progress on this matter. It seems to be a bit of a coincidence."

"I just arranged for people to release news in the circle, and people from Lin Kun's side happened to be releasing news to the outside world to ship goods. By chance, the two sides met."

"ah"

Han Chen nodded when he heard this, and he basically knew what he was talking about. He asked again: "Si Qiang, what do you think about this matter?"

"What do I think?"

Although Silly Qiang is called Silly Qiang, he is not without any brains. He naturally knows that there are no such coincidences in the world:

"I guess this matter is not such a coincidence, but I have not exposed it, and people have already contacted them."

There was a pause.

He nodded thoughtfully and continued to express his thoughts:

"In my opinion, it is very likely that they have guessed what we are thinking, so they deliberately gave us false news to lure us into taking the bait."

"hehe."

Han Chen smiled again and shook his head: "Si Qiang is still very smart. You shouldn't call you Sil Qiang. From now on, I'll just call you Smart Qiang."

"Brother Chen, look at what you said."

Silly Qiang touched the back of his head in an honest manner, and said with a silly smile: "But I still think Silly Qiang sounds nice, and Smart Strong is too convoluted."

"Smelly boy."

Han Chen cursed with a smile, the smile on his face remained the same, his dimples deepened a little, and he looked at Mary opposite, his eyes full of shrewdness:

"Mary, what do you think about this?"

"Let's do it."

Mary held the empty teacup in front of her and played with it in her hand, shrugged and said:

"I guess that when Ahai and his land were robbed, he saw that we didn't fight back, so he guessed that we would be interested in their white powder business."

"Moreover, I estimate that they have guessed that we have guessed their thoughts, but they still maintain contact with us."

She put down the tea cup, touched the thin lady's cigarette on the side, lit it, and blew out a thin puff of smoke:

"To put it bluntly, now it's just us two gangs pretending to be stupid. Each has his own agenda and is plotting against each other."

This matter is not a profound issue. Everyone has been on the Tao for so long, and you can understand this truth if you think about it carefully.

But that's it.

The two groups seemed to have suddenly maintained some kind of tacit understanding, playing dumb to each other.

To use a tongue twister:

I know you're lying, you know you're lying, you know I know you're lying, and I know you know I know you're lying.

but.

The two sides still continued to proceed in a very tacit understanding.

"hehe."

Han Chen smiled and shook his head. He raised his hands and rubbed his face. His round face looked a little greasy. He looked at Shaqiang and asked casually:

"Si Qiang, then guess what they are going to do to us?!"

"I guess."

Shaqiang thought carefully and gave his own answer: "I guess it's clear that we want to touch each other again!"

He patted his chest and stood up: "Let me lead the team for this matter. I will take my people and my guns and eat them all for Brother Hai."

revenge!"

"Sit down."

Han Chen waved his hand to signal Shaqiang to sit back in his seat, and then looked at Mary: "What do you think?"

"I think they also want to take this opportunity to compete."

Mary frowned and thought for a moment: "Lin Kun must still be holding back some anger in his heart."

"He has been holding this breath for several years, and he was looking for a chance to vent his anger first, so he used actions to tell us that he is back."

"What do you think? Achen."

Mary flicked the ashtray with her fingers holding the cigarette, and long condensation ash fell onto the wet tea leaves.

"I thought so too."

Han Chen sniffed, stood up on his knees, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark night outside the window with his hands behind his back:

"However, I estimate that they will definitely confront us head-on, and he will definitely come up with some other harmful tricks to deal with us."

"Brother Chen."

Shaqiang stood up from his seat again, answered the conversation again, and said simply and rudely: "Let's not worry about what they are thinking, just leave this matter to me, Shaqiang."

"I don't care what they think, my guns will tell them that if they dare to go against us, there will only be one end!"

"hehe."

Han Chen turned around, glanced at Shaqiang sideways, showed a meaningful smile, and gave instructions:

"Si Qiang, help me date a nigger. Now, just tell him that I have something to talk to him about."

"In addition, we have finalized it with Ji Bu's people. We will trade tomorrow night. We will need 300 kilograms of Hong Kong paper. We will finalize the location of the transaction."

"ah?"

Silly Qiang's brain circuit was not so fast and he failed to understand what Han Chen meant: "Is it such a fast-paced thing?!"

"Just go and do it."

Han Chen waved his hand to indicate that he could leave: "Besides, this matter should be kept confidential. Don't tell them."

"Okay, Brother Chen."

Shaqiang nodded in response, said goodbye to Mary and left directly.

The most important reason why he won Han Chen's trust was that Shaqiang obeyed Han Chen's words, and whatever Han Chen said was what he said.

Han Chen liked this very much.

"What are you doing with a nigger?"

Mary seemed to have guessed Han Chen’s intention, but failed to understand why it was a nigger:

"It stands to reason that among the five of you, only Gandhi has the greatest power. You should let the nigger go through this troubled situation."

She seemed to have guessed Han Chen's intention.

"You guessed it right."

Han Chen's eyes met Mary's, and he turned around and came behind her, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and started to knead her:

"However, among the four of them, Gandhi has the greatest strength at the moment, which is good, but Gandhi is just an ordinary person, and I don't take him seriously."

"Moreover, Gandhi was a big fool. He was so cuckolded that he didn't even realize it."

Han Chen controlled the strength of the massage very well, and it seemed that he often massaged Mary. Mary closed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed his massage:

"Among these four people, the youngest is the nigger, and he is the one who can jump the most, so let's push him out this time."

Since both sides know that they are scheming against each other and a collision is inevitable, they might as well use some clever tricks to push the nigger out and help themselves get through this.

"That being said, it's not impossible."

Mary thought for a while after hearing this, and said, "What do you mean, drag the niggas into the game and let them play with Ji Bu and the others?"

"hehe."

Han Chen showed a meaningful smile, leaned down and whispered in Mary's ear:

"The method you mentioned is not impossible, but it is too troublesome and the process is too complicated. I don't like it. I have a simpler and more crude idea."

"oh?"

Mary turned her head when she heard this and looked at Han Chen who was leaning next to her ear from the corner of her eye: "What idea is simple, crude and effective?"

"You will know soon. It would be boring to tell you everything."

Han Chen turned around and sat down on the tea table, looking at Mary in front of him, stroking her face with his palms and looking at her well-maintained skin:

"You know, the reason why I, Han Chen, was able to capture your heart back then was not only because of my handsome appearance, but also because I had a flexible mind."

"I'll leave you with a sense of mystery, just wait and see."

"Shit!"

Mary rolled her eyes coquettishly, covered the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, then I'll wait and see."

"hehe."

Han Chen bared his teeth and smiled, looking out the window: "It's about time, I've waited so long and I've had enough. This incident is just an opportunity, so let's take care of it together with Lin Kun and the others."

Speaking of which.

He paused, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Let's take this opportunity to officially kick off the turmoil in the Ni family."

"Um"

Han Chen let out a deep breath: "It's time to change the position of the Ni family!"

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One o'clock in the morning.

BBQ stall facing the street.

It's still the same barbecue stall as last time, still in the same location, still the entire late night snack stall has been cleared out, and only the middle table is occupied.

Han Chen was sitting on his seat wearing a large floral shirt, picking up the crispy and oily barbecue in front of him and devouring it.

opposite.

"Go to the street."

The nigger was smoking a cigarette, squinting at Han Chen who was eating so much that his mouth was full of oil, and frowned:

"If you come to me for a midnight snack at one o'clock in the morning, is it really just a midnight snack?!"

Niggas are not stupid.

It was late at night, and Han Chen asked him to have a late-night snack, but he did not call Gandhi and the other three, but only called him alone, which meant that he had something to discuss with him.

"Wow, no."

Han Chen chewed the food in his mouth, raised his head and glanced at the nigger: "You need to eat when talking about things. It's past one o'clock, you're not hungry."

"snort."

The nigger snorted lightly and did not take action. He just continued to smoke his cigarette and occasionally touched the pure gold earring hanging on his right ear.

He didn't speak anymore, his eyes flickered as he looked at Han Chen who was concentrating on eating barbecue with his head down.

It must be four or five minutes later.

When the nigger lit up his third cigarette and was gradually losing his patience, Han Chen finally finished eating.

"Damn, so impatient."

Han Chen pulled the napkin on the table and casually wiped the oil stains on his mouth. He looked at the nigger with a smile, picked up the cigarette on the table and lit it:

"How can you make money if you don't have any patience? When we do business, what we need most is patience."

"Okay, okay."

The nigger waved his right hand holding the cigarette and pointed at the watch on his left wrist: "You can see how long you have been eating. I will wait for you for a long time."

He blew out the smoke and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"That's right."

Seeing that the nigger was so impatient, Han Chen stopped beating around the bush. He blew out smoke and looked around, then leaned forward and said in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious:

"I have a way to get money, how about it, are you interested?!"

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, the nigger immediately narrowed his eyes, looked at Han Chen uncertainly, restrained his tone, and said without any hesitation:

"A way to find money?!"

"Yes."

Han Chen nodded.

"Why are you looking for me?"

The nigger waved his hand, frowned and refused directly: "If you want to do it, we must do it together. What's the point of approaching me alone."

"Damn it, if I didn't look for you, why would I look for Gandhi and the others?"

Han Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance and started to analyze with his fingers: "You can do the math for yourself. Gandhi is the most powerful. He can have enough food and drinks for just this little money."

"Let's talk about Wen Zheng, he has such a big mouth. If I tell him what happened, Brother Kun will fly back from the ugly country to look for me tomorrow."

"Then there's Guohua. Although he looks scary because of his bumpy appearance, he doesn't have the guts to do this."

He spoke very quickly, and after briefly analyzing the situation: "After much thought, it is best for you to do this."

There was a pause.

He then added: "Among the few of us, you are the most courageous, and the people under your command are the most courageous. You are a dangerous person, so you are the most suitable person."

"Will someone die?"

The nigger was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and took a deep puff of his cigarette. The butt of the cigarette flashed brightly: "Then you ask me to do it?"

He reached out and patted the table with his palm: "If I do it, no one will be killed?! Are you treating me as a nigger?"

"That's good."

Han Chen directly spread his hands and said: "You are also afraid of death, so don't do this. Let's all work on the territory."

"Just pretend I didn't say that."

His eyes were once again focused on the barbecue in front of him: "Eat quickly. After dinner, we will disperse and go back to warm the bed with my wife. Why do you come out to get something for fear of death?"

"..."

The nigger was speechless when he heard this. He really couldn't answer Han Chen's words like this, and kept chewing his cigarette in silence.

soon.

Cigarettes bottom out.

He exhaled thick smoke, crushed the cigarette butt and looked at Han Chen: "What kind of work can kill people?"

"Think with your own head."

Han Chen stretched out his hand and nodded his head, and said angrily: "A job that involves death is definitely the most lucrative job, and it's a job that makes a lot of money."

"How big is it?"

The nigger squinted his eyes and took out a cigarette again: "If you have enough money, it will be easier to talk."

"You figure it out yourself."

Han Chen tapped his fingers on the table and began to report the numbers: "Three hundred and fifty grams of Hong Kong paper is 200,000 yuan. 200,000 yuan is still the purchase price. With a purity of 65%, how much can be exchanged for it?"

"

"This batch of goods totals 300 kilograms. You can make a rough estimate in your mind and calculate how much it will cost."

"Depend on!"

There was a flash of brightness in the nigger's eyes. He put the cigarette between his fingers to his mouth and sucked it hard. The cigarette butt became quite bright:

"After all, this batch of goods has a lot of potential."

He licked his slightly dry lips, and his tone became cautious: "Why don't you make such a large batch yourself?"

"I don't want to talk to you anymore, I'm tired."

Han Chen pinched his eyebrows with a headache, exhaled and said: "You also said that with such a large batch, I don't know how much energy I, Han Chen, have. I can eat so much by myself?"

"Besides, why don't you know about the three hundred kilograms of goods? Only I, Han Chen, know about it?"

He looked around, leaned forward again, and said in a slightly lower voice: "It's easy to get in trouble! I must have someone to help me through my own communication channels."

"ah"

When the nigger heard this, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Why would I need such a large batch of goods? Besides, I don't have that much money in my hand."

Han Chen kept talking and said in a slightly complaining tone: "Now the supply channel is cut off. As you know, the land in my hands has been swept away, and I even lost a person."

"Brother Kun has been in the ugly country for more than a month, and there is still no news at all. If he doesn't find a solution on his own, he won't have any money to pay next month."

"I also saw that you nigger has the courage and ability to do this, so I called you, otherwise I wouldn't dare to think so."

Speaking of which.

He stopped talking and said impatiently: "Just tell me whether you can do it, whether you are brave enough or not, and we will do it if you are brave enough."

"..."

The nigger looked at Han Chen directly across from him and took a heavy puff of his cigarette. The smoke enveloped his entire body, making his expression look down on him.

It took a while.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then tell me how we should divide this thing."

"How to divide it?"

Han Chen stretched out three fingers and waved them in front of the nigger: "When it's done, I'll give you three."

"You can divide the goods or the money."

"Grass!"

The nigger slapped Han Chen's palm away, and cursed impatiently: "You are seven and I am three, I will f**king do it myself."

"If I lose my brother, I still have to pay for the settlement expenses myself. The biggest risk is all mine. Why the hell do you have the nerve to take 70%?"

"Grass."

Han Chen rolled his eyes and looked at the nigger angrily: "You did take the risk, but I, Han Chen, didn't take the risk myself?!"

"I was the one who contacted the goods. After doing something, should I take care of it? If something goes wrong, should I, Han Chen, be responsible for it?"

"You are just a gunman hiding in the dark. You have received money and nothing has happened. Your risk is not as big as mine?!"

He spread his hands and looked at the nigger with burning eyes.

"..."

The nigger looked at Han Chen's matter-of-fact expression, his lips twitched twice, and then he waved his hand:

"If I can't do it, I won't do it."

"June 4th!"

Han Chen stretched out four fingers again and waved his palms: "This is the most I can give you. If you can do it, do it. If you can't do it, I will find someone else."

"We have been helping Brother Kun together for so long. You know what kind of person I, Han Chen, am."

"I just want to see that you have the ability to do this, and everyone knows the basics, and your words are reliable. Otherwise, I would never come to you. If someone I know knows more about it, there will be more risks."

Han Chen spoke in a very firm tone, and stopped talking after he finished speaking: "Think about it yourself."

"Zi"

The nigger didn't say anything after hearing this. He puffed heavily on his cigarette, which made the sound of burning tobacco.

He looked at Han Chen sitting opposite him with an uncertain expression, his brows knitted together, and his right hand habitually touched the round gold earring hanging on his ear.

soon.

Ended with half a cigarette.

"Done!"

The nigger gritted his teeth and stubbed out the cigarette in his hand: "But let me say it first, if you dare to play with me, then I, the nigger, will definitely turn your back on me."

"Who am I, Han Chen, and you have no idea?"

Han Chen smiled and nodded, then stretched out his palm and raised it above the table: "If you have money, let's find it together."

"snort."

The nigger reached out and patted him with his palm, which was considered as acknowledgment.

"Then let's make an agreement."

Han Chen snapped his fingers, picked up the barbecue on the plate again, and started eating happily again:

"I will contact you the day after tomorrow, and someone will tell you the specific situation."

"OK."

The nigger nodded, shaking his legs as he sat on his seat, wondering what he was planning.

·····

Jibu's side.

soon.

The person arranged by Shaqiang came into contact with Wuying. The two parties hit it off immediately, determined the quantity and location of the transaction, and settled directly.

In the blink of an eye.

Two days passed.

Reinstall the security company.

In the backyard.

A group of six people were gathered around the trunk of a van, putting body armor on themselves and then putting on clothes to cover up.

"rest assured."

Ah Ji helped Ma Zai fasten the body armor and patted his chest: "This is the latest version of the newly imported body armor. It is absolutely thick and reliable."

He warned again: "Everyone should be smart when the time comes. Just run away as soon as the signal is given and don't resist. As for the rest, the police will handle it."

"Um."

Everyone nodded and checked their equipment again.

It didn't take long.

Wuying led a few horse boys to carry a few canvas bags and put them in the trunk. He patted the bags and signaled that everyone could set off.

at the same time.

Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Song Zijie and Ma Jun were both fully armed, each adjusting their body armor and watching the team below making final confirmations before departure.

Song Zijie ejected the .38 bullet chamber, turned the wheel with his palm, and the yellow bullets started to rotate with the bullet chamber.

"Click".

A clear and crisp voice sounded.

Song Zijie closed the .38 and inserted it into the holster on his waist. He turned to look at Ma Jun and nodded.

"Set off!"

Ma Jun waved his hand, and the guys below got into the police cars in an orderly manner, and one after another drove out of the police station.

Second floor.

Miao Zhihua and Ji Bu stood at the window, looking at the police cars driving out one after another. Then they closed the curtains and sat on the sofa.

"Don't worry."

Miao Zhihua patted his chest and assured: "With Sir Song and Sir Ma leading the attack, no matter who Han Chen asks from the police station to be the internal response, your six people will be fine."

"very good."

Ji Bu nodded and agreed: "I want to see what cards Han Chen has in the police force."

This transaction is actually more like a head-on collision between the two parties, and both parties know that there is something wrong with this transaction.

Next.

It just depends on whose calculation is deeper.

The purpose of Jibu is very simple:

Tonight's transaction will definitely not be peaceful. If nothing unexpected happens, Han Chen will definitely let his undercover police force go to block this transaction and catch the transaction.

I just want to see who will surface in this operation, and write it down in a small book. As long as I get the ghost Superintendent Abt, then the list in this small book can be carefully checked.

.

This is the purpose of Jibu, it's very simple.

No matter what Han Chen did, it was enough that he had achieved his goal. Song Zijie and Ma Jun were the safety guarantee for his six people.

"Right."

Ji Bu remembered something and warned him again: "I asked you to keep an eye on Lin Guoping. How are you doing?!"

"rest assured."

Miao Zhihua reassured: "Lin Guoping is the only chess piece of Han Chen that we know of so far. How could I forget him?"

"hehe."

Ji Bu stopped talking after hearing this, and relaxed his body against the sofa with his eyes closed to rest.

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Kwun Tong.

Han Chen Villa.

Han Chen stood on the open-air balcony on the second floor, holding his hands behind his hands and looking at the neon lights in the distance.

behind.

Mary took out a coat and put it on Han Chen: "Achen, don't worry, our plan will definitely be fine."

"Um."

Han Chen turned his head and looked at Mary, full of confidence: "Ji Bu would never have imagined this situation tonight. No matter how he sets up the situation, as long as he catches the situation, he can follow this line and kill Ji Bu and the others."

"He would never have imagined that he would be the target of my use."

He sneered in a relaxed tone and murmured to himself: "Haha, Lin Kun, Lin Kun, why don't you step forward and let Ji Bu have full authority to do things for you?!"

"Then let me show you how I kill two birds with one stone."

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Eleven o'clock in the evening.

An abandoned factory in the suburbs.

A van drove along the road and arrived at the designated trading location.

The name of the person leading the team this time is Ah Shui. Ah Ji's confidant was hand-picked. He is good physically and very calm in his work. He is fully responsible for this moment.

The van stopped outside the factory.

Ah Shui opened the door and got out of the car, looked at the quiet factory, and lit a cigarette. Others got out one after another, but they all stood by the car and did not leave.

immediately.

A dozen or so people emerged from the dark corners around them and gathered towards them.

These are nigger people.

The scar-faced leader of the team looked at Ah Shui quickly and warily: "What are you doing?"

"Sending something."

Ah Shui held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted at the dozen or so people following Scarface: "Are you collecting things?"

"Where's the goods?"

Scarface nodded and waved, and someone immediately left the train and walked towards the van.

"Where's the money?"

Ah Shui stretched out his hand to stop them, and glanced sideways at Scarface: "I can't show you anything until I see the money."

"joke."

Scarface snorted coldly. Although he was a little unhappy, he still asked someone to take out the cash box and open it. There were stacks of banknotes neatly numbered inside.

"goods."

As soon as Ah Shui waved, someone immediately took out a piece of Hong Kong paper from the trunk of the van and handed it to Ah Shui.

"Here."

Ah Shui narrowed his eyes and took a puff of the cigarette, shook the ashes and handed the Hong Kong paper to Scarface. Scarface raised his hand to take it, first held it in his hand and weighed it, and then called for people to start inspecting the goods.

now.

Ten meters away from them, there was a thatch about half as tall as a person.

Inspector Xiao from Kwun Tong Police Station squatted quietly inside, staring at the two groups of people trading in front of him, with his palms resting on the point 38 on his waist.

behind.

Nearly twenty people were fully armed and ready to go.

Factory entrance.

soon.

"The goods are fine."

Ma Zai, who was inspecting the goods, nodded to Scarface and gave a thumbs up: "Absolutely correct!"

"very good!"

Scarface took the Hong Kong paper and looked at it again. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sneer, and his tone was playful:

"How dare you come to deliver the goods with six people?! It's three hundred kilograms."

"hehe."

Ah Shui held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled lightly: "If you don't dare, six people are enough!"

"Oh!"

Scarface sneered, raised his hand and shouted: "Done!"

immediately.

The dozen or so people behind them all reached out and reached for the big black star pinned to their waists.

"run!"

Ah Shui yelled, and everyone who had not left the van got in one after another.

He followed suit and raised his hand to hold down Scarface, who was also reaching for a gun in front of him. He held his neck with his left hand and slammed his head against Scarface's face.

"Kacha!"

There was a muffled sound.

Scarface didn't react at all as the bridge of his nose was broken, and before he could react in the severe pain, Ah Shui held him in front of him and quickly retreated to the van.

"Don't shoot!"

Scarface's neck was choked and turned red, and he roared on the ground: "Don't fucking shoot!"

Many gun-wielding soldiers stopped for a moment.

"Bang!"

Sudden gunfire rang out.

A bloody hole exploded in Scarface's arm. He screamed and roared again: "Whoever the hell shot, don't shoot!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More intense gunfire followed.

I could only see the cat inside the grass pile from the side.

Inspector Xiao from the Kwun Tong Police Station gave an order, and nearly twenty people broke up and rushed towards them, surrounding and firing.

Only then did everyone realize that they were surrounded, and they all raised their hands to shoot and fired back.

As for Scarface, he had already been killed in random shootings.

"drive!"

Ah Shui abandoned the human shield and got into the van, yelling at the driver to drive. The car had just started, but before it started, the tires were blown out.

"Oh shit!"

Ah Shui took a deep breath and said very calmly: "Lock the door!" After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled it over his head. An iron plate directly blocked the front windshield under his pull.

The same is true for other positions in the van. The entire vehicle has been modified and equipped with a thick layer of steel plates. Hiding in the van, let alone a pistol, will not be able to do anything even if you are shot with a rifle.

The brief gunfire soon stopped.

Scarface and his group of about ten people were killed and wounded, and they surrendered one after another.

Inspector Xiao greeted the man to take control of the scene, strode to the front of the van, and frowned as he looked at the thick iron plate behind the front windshield.

"Get out of the car!"

Inspector Xiao waved, and everyone quickly surrounded the van: "Get out of the van and surrender. You have no way to escape."

only.

No matter how he yelled, Ah Shui and the other six people sat in the car indifferently, and no one paid any attention to him.

"Grass!"

Inspector Xiao tightened the .38 in his hand and pulled the trigger directly. The bullet hit the thick steel plate of the van, spattered flames and then died. There was nothing he could do.

He was Han Chen's man. After receiving Han Chen's instructions, he set up an ambush again in advance and designed a complete arrest plan.

What was originally a sure-fire operation was now blocked by a modified van. If they didn't get out, and they couldn't get in, how could they pull them away?

"Call someone!"

Inspector Xiao became angry and said, "Go and call the cutting machine. I don't believe this evil anymore. I can't catch you today!"

At this moment.

A row of convoys rushed over quickly.

Inspector Xiao immediately turned the gun.

The motorcade stopped.

Song Zijie, Ma Jun and a group of guys jumped out of the car, pointing their guns at Inspector Xiao and them:

"Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Both sides shouted the same slogans, then briefly confirmed their identities and met.

"hehe."

Inspector Xiao put away his pointer and looked at the sudden appearance of Song Zijie and Ma Jun with a smile on his face: "It turns out to be Sir Song and Sir Ma."

He then asked: "What are you doing here?!"

"Let's arrest them!"

Song Zijie raised his head proudly, glanced sideways at Inspector Xiao, and pointed at the van: "This is our informant."

"Um?"

The smile on Inspector Xiao's face froze: "Your informant?!"

"nonsense!"

Song Zijie cursed angrily: "Isn't it my informant or your informant? This is our arrest plan, otherwise you think you can catch people so easily?"

"If it weren't for our informant, you wouldn't be able to catch anyone even if you feed mosquitoes here all night, crazy line!"

During the conversation.

Song Zijie walked to the side of the van and shouted something to Ah Shui inside. Not long after, the van door opened.

"Sir Song."

Ah Shui greeted Song Zijie: "You guys came a little late. If we hadn't had countermeasures, we would have been beaten to death by them long ago!"

He pointed at Inspector Xiao.

"Depend on!"

Inspector Xiao was unwilling to give up, pushed Ah Shui away, quickly walked to the trunk of the van, and opened the canvas bag inside despite everyone's obstruction.

in.

A bag full of white powder came into view.

"What's this!"

Inspector Xiao pointed hard at the canvas bag: "Are you sure this is your informant?!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and raised a piece of Hong Kong paper in the evidence bag in his hand: "This is serious white powder.

!”

Said.

He called to his men: "Surround these six people and take them back to the police station for investigation!"

"Who dares to move!"

Ma Jun, who had been silent for the whole time, scolded: "This is our case. It belongs to our Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station. Whoever dares to take people away should ask me first if Ma Jun agrees!"

"Ma Jun?"

As soon as they heard Ma Jun, the guys who were about to step forward immediately hesitated. Song Zijie and the others might not know him, but Ma Jun and the others knew it very well.

Ma Jun often beat prisoners because of his hot temper. He didn't know how many times he had been beaten. If he started fighting with him, he would definitely get a beating in vain.

"Crazy thread!"

Song Zijie snorted softly, rolled his eyes and walked to Inspector Xiao. He reached out and grabbed the powder in the canvas bag and shook it:

"Look carefully, this is flour, rush to the street!"

He pointed at the Hong Kong paper in Inspector Xiao's hand: "As for the white powder in this evidence bag, it is indeed white powder, but haven't you heard of the word fishing?"

"I don't understand why such a mentally retarded question would come from an inspector. How did you become the inspector? You have no experience in handling cases?!"

Finished.

He couldn't help but snatch the evidence bag over: "This case belongs to us, when will it be your turn to point fingers?"

"Come here, take control of the scene, and take away those who deserve to be taken away!"

A moment.

Song Zijie and Ma Jun took over the scene directly. Each of their men was like a bandit, and they crushed Inspector Xiao's people with their momentum.

As for Inspector Xiao, he was blocked by the car with his hands on his hips, as if he was ready to kill him at any moment.

"Fuck me"

Inspector Xiao was about to cry but had no tears. These people were fed by mosquitoes after squatting in the grass for more than two hours. The bags on their hands have not gone away yet.

You two rushed to the street belatedly, ran over with others and did nothing, and the scene is yours?

·····

Almost at the same time.

Nigga Villa.

Outside the building.

Lin Guoping, who was wearing a suit, took out the .38 from his waist, looked back at the waiters standing against the wall behind him, and then made a gesture.

immediately.

Working in pairs, they quickly climbed over the wall of the villa using human ladders.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

He was slightly drunk at night and was fighting with the landlord on the 1.8-meter big bed to sober up with the nightclub girl he brought back from outside.

suddenly.

The bedroom door was kicked open.

Lin Guoping appeared at the door holding a .38, the muzzle of the gun facing the big bed.

"Grass!"

The nigger was so frightened that he immediately became depressed. He turned around angrily and looked at the door and shouted:

"You are so blind that you didn't see it."

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the .38 gun was spitting out tongues of flame, carrying a little bit of gunpowder smoke.

A bloody hole exploded on the nigger's forehead. Before he could finish speaking, his body tilted and he fell directly onto the bed.

Until his death, he still didn't understand why a policeman suddenly rushed to the door and shot himself to death after a disagreement.

He was full of reluctance. After the people he sent out to fight against the gangsters at night succeeded, he still hadn't received his share of the money.

"ah!"

The naked girl's face was splattered with blood. Looking at the nigger who fell in front of her, she screamed and jumped out of the bed, then crawled out limply.

"snort."

Lin Guoping snorted coldly, stepped in front of the black man who was still staring at death, took out a packet of white powder from his pocket and threw it on the bed.

behind.

A guy came over and pointed a gun at the nigger on the bed.

"Sir Lin, what's going on?"

"Drug related, arrested, assaulted police, shot dead on the spot."

Lin Guoping reported a series of charges, and then waved his hand: "Call someone to come over and deal with it."

"Please handle the scene."

"YES Sir."

The clerk responded and called for people to come in and inspect the scene.

Lin Guoping gave them a few instructions again, then pulled the hem of his suit, straightened his shirt and left the room.

He drove back to the police station.

He had just gotten out of the car and before he could figure out what was going on, he was immediately surrounded by a group of reporters, and a microphone was almost inserted into his mouth:

"Sir Lin, tonight you led a team to kill Zhang Yiquan, the leader of a society, who was nicknamed nigger. What do you have to say?"

“Sir Lin”

Questions followed one after another.

Lin Guoping's expression froze, and his heart thumped: There was a mole, but he still had to endure the shock and pretend to be calm and face the camera.

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

Kwun Tong.

Han Chen Villa.

Han Chen sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, listening to the radio, waiting for the news about Inspector Xiao and Lin Guoping to come back.

Suddenly news came from the radio:

"According to the latest news report, Lin Guoping and Sir Lin killed the leader of the society tonight Zhang Yiquan, nicknamed Nigger"

"Whoa!"

Han Chen's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, staring at the radio beside him with wide eyes, his expression darkened.

What just happened, why was it picked up by the radio station?

How come Lin Guoping has become a public figure?!

An ominous premonition swept over me.

A few minutes later.

Inspector Xiao's call came in. His voice on the other end of the phone was a little weak, and he spoke timidly:

"When the matter was not settled, two policemen from the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station suddenly came out. They took over the scene and said that the case belonged to them. None of the delivery people were held down."

"The Yan family shovel!"

Han Chen roared, grabbed the phone and threw it heavily to the ground. He slapped the table with his hands, holding the table with both hands and gasping for air.

His eyes widened and he stared out of the floor-to-ceiling window. His voice was hoarse and he squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Ji Bu!"

At this moment.

Han Chen completely came back to his senses.

Tonight.

Ji Bu just made a small draw against himself, but he directly made a full move and missed two chess pieces!

(End of chapter)