Rebirth in Hong Kong as a hero

Six o'clock in the morning.

The sun rises from the sky, and its warm golden rays cast a golden coat on the prosperous city of Hong Kong Island.

The city gradually woke up and began to regain its daily vitality.

In a tea restaurant facing the street, the steamer was steaming out, and the roasted duck, roasted pork, and barbecued pork in the open oven were giving off an alluring aroma.

This point.

There weren't many people in the restaurant.

Ji Bu, Lin Kun holding the little girl, Song Zijie and his subordinates came in one after another.

"Come."

Lin Kun placed the little girl in his arms on the seat, picked up the menu on the table and handed it to her:

"Whatever you want to eat, uncle will buy it for you."

"Need not."

The little girl sat on her seat and shook her head politely: "I will eat whatever uncle buys for me."

Even though she said this, she still swallowed a mouthful of saliva subconsciously, and her big eyes looked into the Ming Kitchen unconsciously.

Inside the glass stall, the roasted goose that had just been hung up was golden, attractive in color and fragrant in fragrance.

"Waiter."

Lin Kun raised his hand, greeted the waiter who came to the store, and started ordering: "roasted goose, shrimp dumplings, chicken feet, and boat porridge."

He spoke quickly and reported a lot of things. After thinking for a while, he took back the menu he was going to hand to the waiter:

"Okay, here's another drawer of piglet buns and custard buns."

Then he turned to look at the little girl: "I guess you will like the piggy bun."

"Uh-huh."

The little girl sat up straight and nodded, sitting upright on her seat, her hands folded neatly on the table.

It can be seen in her words and deeds that her family background was quite good and her children were well educated since childhood.

It didn't take long.

Things were brought up.

"cough"

Song Zijie cleared his throat, glanced at the table and then at Lin Kun.

Talk about it.

It was the first time that they sat at the same table with a drug lord for dinner. It was a very dramatic scene.

The atmosphere was inexplicably weird.

The little girl looked at the food in front of her and saw that none of them moved their chopsticks. She didn't dare to eat it herself. She blinked and looked at it eagerly.

"Eat."

Lin Kun picked up a wet towel and carefully wiped the little girl's hands clean, picked up the shrimp dumplings and put them in a bowl, not forgetting to blow on the hot air:

"Be careful, don't get burned, don't be anxious, eat slowly."

The little girl nodded, no longer reserved, picked up the chopsticks and started eating in small bites.

"Tell uncle."

Lin Kun showed a kind smile on his face and looked at the little girl: "Are the shrimp dumplings delicious?"

"Uh-huh."

The little girl raised her head and looked at him, nodded, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she smiled happily, like a little angel:

"Thank you, uncle."

"Eat."

Lin Kun picked up a spoon and a small bowl, scooped out the Tingzi porridge in the bowl, and carefully stirred it with the spoon to dissipate the heat.

At this moment.

Lin Kun has nothing to do with that big drug lord. He is just like a father who only cares about his children and serves his children to eat with love.

His every move made Song Zijie and his subordinates next to him look dumbfounded, and their minds were full of questions:

Is this what a drug lord should do?!

In their eyes, drug lords are emotionless machines, with only interests and money in their eyes.

Family affection?

Extremely ridiculous.

"What are you looking at?"

Ji Bu picked up his chopsticks and glanced at Song Zijie and his subordinates: "Eat, it's been a long night, eat something to replenish your strength."

He exhaled, shook his head with a smile, picked up a piece of roast goose and started to chew on it.

When things have developed to this point, he basically knows it, and Lin Kun has most likely made a move.

In front of you.

This little girl who appeared by chance became the key to Lin Kun opening his mouth.

Song Zijie and the others didn't know, but Ji Bu knew that the little girl touched Lin Kun's nerves at a certain moment and reminded Lin Kun of his several-month-old son who was still lying in the stroller.

This is why.

He would suddenly be so deeply touched by the little girl.

During the meal, as the atmosphere gradually relaxed, everyone chatted with the little girl word by word, and basically understood what was going on.

Just as Song Zijie guessed.

The little girl's family conditions were indeed good, and she could be considered to be in the middle class. Her father had a small factory where he could make money, and the family also had their own house. They were not rich, but they were definitely ahead of many people.

Her description was ambiguous, and some things were described incorrectly, but they all understood:

It's just that my father kept pricking himself with needles from some unknown time, and then their family's conditions became worse and worse.

Later.

Dad stopped working, the factory was gone, and the home was gone.

Later.

They can only live in crowded small subdivided rooms with cramped space and often miss out on their first meal.

"have no idea."

The little girl put down the chopsticks in her hand and looked outside eagerly: "I don't know why it happened suddenly."

She turned around and looked at Lin Kun, her eyes filled with expectation: "Uncle, can you help me persuade dad? Let him stop being like this."

The expression on Lin Kun's face froze, he smiled unnaturally, and stopped answering.

This is a heavy topic.

Twenty minutes later.

After everyone finished breakfast, Ji Bu took out his wallet and paid the bill.

"that."

The little girl looked at the uneaten food left on the table eagerly, and looked at Ji Bu cautiously:

"Uncle, can these uneaten items be packed away?"

She seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, and looked at Ji Bu with her big black and bright eyes:

"I want to pack it up and take it back to my dad. My dad hasn't eaten for a long time. He thinks about pricking himself with needles all day long."

"And mom."

"certainly."

Lin Kun didn't wait for Ji Bu to say anything, so he called the waiter to pack the food, added an extra portion of roast goose, and paid the bill.

Several people came out of the restaurant.

However, Lin Kun did not let the little girl go to find her father again. He handed the packed food to Song Zijie's subordinate and motioned for him to take it to the alley.

"Tell uncle where you live?"

Lin Kun bent down and picked up the little girl. He held her legs with his left hand and sat on his arm. He smoothed her hair with his right hand:

"Let's go, let's go find your mother now and give her all these delicious foods."

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, and then began to think, trying hard to recall where her family lived.

This area, which was a bit like a village in the city, was very dirty and messy. Led by the little girl's memories, a few people walked around for a long time and finally found a place to stay.

Lin Kun held the little girl up the narrow stairs and scanned the surrounding environment:

"Listen to your uncle. Don't follow your father anymore. Follow your mother. Your father will not take care of you."

"Okay."

The little girl pursed her lips and nodded, with a trace of grievance flashing in her eyes. She looked at Lin Kun eagerly and explained:

"I didn't want to either, but my mother was sleeping at home and refused to pay attention to me, and then my father took me away."

Several people went up the narrow stairs and arrived at the sixth floor. Under the guidance of the little girl, they went upstairs, turned right and walked inside.

The space in the narrow corridor is cramped, and everything is dirty and messy. Occasionally, people passing by will just glance at them indifferently and pass by sideways.

"This is it."

The little girl came to the door of her house and became obviously excited. She slid off Lin Kun's body and pointed at the wooden door:

"This is it, I live here."

Ji Bu looked up at the house number, raised his hand to knock on the door, and heard a hollow sound from the door that spread in the corridor.

No one responded.

Knock again.

Still no one responded.

The door, which was originally ajar, opened immediately with Ji Bu's knock. He pushed the door open smoothly, and the room was quiet.

Song Zijie took the lead and stepped in.

The room is very simple and cramped. After entering the short living room, you go directly to the room inside.

There were also many used syringes and cigarette butts discarded in the trash cans on the ground, and garbage was everywhere.

A woman was lying on the bed, motionless.

Song Zijie withdrew his gaze from looking around and focused on the bed. In front of him, a horrifying scene appeared.

"ah!"

Song Zijie was so frightened that he screamed almost reflexively, took several steps back, knocked over the folding table behind him, and sat down on the ground.

door.

Ji Bu and Lin Kun heard the noise and walked in quickly.

On the bed.

The woman lay motionless and had been dead for a long time. On her body, many rats were densely occupying her body, lowering their heads to gnaw at her.

The bold mouse was not afraid when he saw the coming people, and even turned his head to look at them, with a sinister look on his face that revealed a dark light.

Everyone trembled and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The little girl walked at the end. Before she could see clearly the person who had just walked in, Ji Bu immediately reached out and blocked her eyes and led the person out.

"Gudong."

Lin Kun swallowed a mouthful of saliva with his Adam's apple twitching, and stood looking in front of him with a complicated expression, his fingers hanging on both sides of his body trembling slightly.

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Half an hour later.

Police cars rushed to the scene.

After preliminary investigation, it became clear that the little girl's mother died of overdose, a day or two ago.

The black truck began to clean up the scene.

Song Zijie handed over to the police officers who came, and after signing, he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, lit a cigarette and took a long puff.

The scene just now obviously gave him a huge psychological impact.

"The little girl has been handed over to them."

Ji Bu blew out the smoke, turned to look at the police car parked downstairs, and looked at Lin Kun: "People have been arranged to go through the relevant procedures."

"In the future, she will stay in a social welfare institution, and her father will also be sent to a compulsory drug rehabilitation center."

Lin Kun was silent and looked at the little girl sitting in the police car being held by the female police officer.

The little girl was also looking at him eagerly.

She didn't know what happened, but when she saw Lin Kun looking at her, she reached out and waved to Lin Kun.

"hehe!"

Lin Kun looked at the little girl waving to him, waved her palms, smiled, and then turned to look at Ji Bu:

"Help me donate some money to this welfare home. I don't want her to have to live in the welfare home."

"Does it work?!"

Ji Bu spit out the smoke and directly interrupted Lin Kun: "Can donating money solve the problem? Donating money can make her live a good life?!"

"Her childhood? Her lack of father's love and mother's love? Many factors are mixed together. Who will guarantee her education?"

"When she grows up, won't it have any influence at all?"

He slapped Lin Kun on the arm and held his arm tightly: "Wake up, Brother Kun!"

"These things cannot solve the problem at all. The key point is to deal with the source. Only by solving the root cause can this matter be completely solved!"

"Put it in from another angle, if, if yours"

"Enough!"

Lin Kun frowned, as if someone had stabbed him in some kind of weakness. He roughly interrupted Ji Bu's words and stared at him.

It took a while.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I can say it, but my son has to stay with me."

"I said, I will take care of him!"

Ji Bu made his own promise: "As long as I am here, I will protect him, and as long as Ajun is here, I will also take good care of him, right?!"

"good."

Lin Kun took a long breath and raised his head again: "I said, I will tell you everything I know."

"Zhou Yi is indeed the person behind the scenes. From our trip to northern Myanmar, when General Chachai attacked us, I already knew it was her."

"I will make it clear what she has been involved in over the years. With these things, this line will no longer exist from now on."

Speaking of which.

He paused again, seeming to be asking Ji Bu, and also seemed to be asking himself: "After I, Lin Kun, fall, will there be another Zhang Kun or Li Kun?"

Lin Kun looked at Ji Bu with burning eyes: "Don't you understand it yet? These ghost guys don't treat you undercovers as human beings at all."

"As long as these ghosts are still here, this place will never get better. Their attitude towards you is the best proof."

"I know."

Ji Bu took a puff of his cigarette and looked up at the sky. The smoke he exhaled stretched into a long blue-green smoke line from the sky:

"This will be a step-by-step process. I have my own principles for doing things, and I will deal with anyone who offends me."

He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and shouted to Song Zijie: "Sir Song, bring Lin Kun back to make a confession!"

"Also, ask Sir Miao to remove the police officers who are watching Zhou Yi, and I will handle the rest."

"Forehead"

Song Zijie hesitated after hearing this, and said with some worry: "Do you want us to cooperate with you? This is a big matter. If Zhou Yi runs away?"

"I'll do it."

Ji Bu shook his head and rejected him: "The child is still in her hands. I don't want anything to go wrong."

"All right."

Hearing this, Song Zijie could only agree: "I'll explain it to Sir Miao when I go back."

Ji Bu stood there, watching Song Zijie drive away with Lin Kun, then turned around and got into the phone booth, asking Aji Luo Tianhong to drive to pick him up.

It didn't take long.

The car stopped beside Ji Bu.

"Boss Ji."

Luo Tianhong was sitting in the driver's seat, with conspicuous blue hair: "You came out so soon, you don't look in good condition."

"Um."

Ji Bu responded, opened the car door and got in: "Go to He Liansheng. Call me when you get there."

Finished.

He lowered the back of the seat and rested.

and Lian Sheng.

The purpose of Ji Bu's visit to Dongguan Zai is also very simple, that is, to find out how Zhou Yi is about to leave.

at the moment.

Her passports are all under surveillance. Even if the police cancel their tracking of her, if she wants to leave Hong Kong Island, she will definitely not be able to take a plane or wait for a passport-required route.

He Liansheng has many forces involved in various fields, so it is definitely right to contact them for this matter.

Dongguan Zai agreed without even thinking about it. He immediately spread the news and signaled to all the subordinates below to cooperate and make full use of all his contacts and connections.

Finish arranging these.

Ji Bu got into the car and drove to Lin Kun's villa.

"Yo."

Zhou Yi looked at Ji Bu who had appeared early and was a little surprised: "You came quite early. You were very fast. You told the police officers to withdraw in just a few words."

"certainly."

Ji Bu's eyes were bloodshot and he obviously lacked sleep: "I'm here to take my godson away. Remember the agreement between us."

"snort."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, and after his men finished searching Ji Bu, he let him in:

"If I can make it out of here."

"I want to see them."

Ji Bu glanced around the villa hall: "From now on, the two of them must stay with me, otherwise, I guarantee you will not be able to leave here."

Although Zhou Yi looked unhappy, she didn't bother Ji Bu anymore. At her signal, Ajun came out pushing the stroller not long after.

"Abu!"

After Ajun saw Ji Bu, she subconsciously shouted, then stood there again, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"My godson slept soundly."

Ji Bu's eyes swept across the stroller and looked at his godson who was sleeping soundly inside. Then he looked at Ajun and met his eyes:

"Do you think I did something wrong?!"

"."

Ajun bit her lip and looked at him without saying a word.

"I'm here."

Ji Bu reached out and held Ajun in his arms, patting her back gently: "This matter will be over soon."

"Woo."

Ajun could no longer control her emotions, and unconsciously hugged Ji Bu tightly, sobbing softly.

The huge changes that suddenly occurred in just a few days made her experience things that she never wanted to experience in her life, and her suppressed emotions were released at this moment.

"Okay, okay."

Ji Bu raised his hand and patted Ajun on the back, sat down on the sofa, pinched his eyebrows, and said extremely tiredly:

"I'll be fine soon, but before that, I might need to get some sleep."

"!"

Zhou Yi looked at this scene with an ugly face, but he didn't stop him. He signaled his subordinates to stare at them, then turned around and went to the underground secret room.

In the basement.

The subordinates are making final preparations.

Zhou Yi frowned and glanced at them: "How are the preparations going?"

"Everything is ready."

The subordinate stood up and said: "We can leave by boat as long as the time comes.