Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 166 There is an inner ghost (ten thousand words)

"Oh?"

Han Chen squinted his eyes, and looked at Sha Qiang with a smile: "Is there any clue? It seems that things are progressing at a good speed..."

He picked up the teapot, and helped Shaqiang fill up the teacup again: "Tell me, what's going on."

I asked Sha Qiang to inquire about Lin Kun's white powder business, and planned to find an opportunity to let him work together. It's only been a few days, and there are eyebrows?
I was just about to take action on Lin Kun's white powder business, but Lin Kun was about to ship a batch of goods backhanded?
There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world, is there? !
"Thank you Brother Chen."

Silly Qiang was really a little thirsty, grabbed the teacup and blew on the steaming water, drank it down again, put the teacup down:

"But having said that, it's really not that I'm progressing at a good speed, it seems a bit of a coincidence."

"I just arranged for people to post news in the circle, and the people on Lin Kun's side happened to be posting news outside to ship goods, and the two sides met together by chance."

"what"

Han Chen nodded when he heard the words, he basically knew what he said, and asked again: "Siqiang, what do you think of this matter?"

"What do I think?"

Although Shaqiang is called Shaqiang, he is not without a brain. Naturally, he knows that there are no such coincidences in the world:

"I don't think this incident was such a coincidence, but I didn't expose it, and people have already contacted them."

Paused.

He nodded in thought, and continued to express his thoughts:
"In my opinion, it is very likely that they have already guessed our thoughts, so they deliberately gave us a fake news to lure us into the bait."

"Ha ha."

Han Chen smiled again and shook his head: "Si Qiang is still very smart, you shouldn't be called Sha Qiang. From now on, I might as well call you smart."

"Brother Chen, look at what you said."

Silly Qiang touched the back of his head in a somewhat honest manner, and said with a smirk: "But I still think that silly strong sounds nice, and smart strong is too convoluted."

"Stinky boy."

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

"Mary, what do you think of this matter?"

"Put it on."

Mary played with the empty teacup in front of her fingers, shrugged and said:
"I guess, Ah Hai and his site were robbed, he saw that we didn't fight back, so he guessed that we would be interested in their white powder business."

"And, I guess, they also guessed that we have guessed their thoughts, but they still keep in touch with us."

She put down the teacup, touched the thin lady's cigarette beside her, lit it, and exhaled a thin puff of smoke:
"To put it bluntly, now we are two groups of people pretending to be stupid to each other. Each has its own ghosts and plans to play tricks on each other."

This matter is not a matter of sophistication. Everyone has been on the road for so long, and if you think about it a little bit, you can understand the truth.

But that's it.

The two groups seem to have suddenly maintained a tacit understanding, pretending to be stupid with each other.

In 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 continued to proceed in a very tacit understanding.

"Ha ha."

Han Chen shook his head with a smile, raised his hand and rubbed his face, his round face looked a little greasy, looked at Sha Qiang and asked casually:
"Silly Qiang, then guess what they are going to do to us?!"

"I guess."

Sha Qiang thought about it seriously, and made his own answer: "I reckon, it's clear that we're going to bump into each other again!"

He patted his chest and stood up directly: "Let me lead the team for this matter, I will take my people, take 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 fight hard."

Mary frowned, and thought for a while: "Lin Kun must still be suffocating."

"Holding this breath for several years, he is also looking for an opportunity to vent first, so he tells us with actions that he is back."

"What do you think? Chen."

Mary flicked the cigarette between her fingers on the ashtray, and long, condensed ash fell onto the wet tea leaves.

"I think so too."

Han Chen sniffed, stood up on his knees, got up and came to the French window, and looked at the night outside the window with his hands behind his back:
"However, I reckon that they must face us head-on, and he will definitely come up with other harmful tactics 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 care 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 fight against us, there is only one end!"

"Ha ha."

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

"Shaqiang, help me date a nigger, now, just say that I have something to talk to him about."

"Also, finalize it with Ji Bu's people. Tomorrow night, the transaction will require kilograms of Hong Kong paper, and the location of the transaction will be finalized."

"what?"

Shaqiang's brain circuit is not so fast, and he failed to understand Han Chen's meaning: "Is it so fast?!"

"Just do it."

Han Chen waved his hand to signal that he could leave: "Besides, this matter is confidential, don't tell them."

"Alright Brother Chen."

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

The most important reason why he is so popular with Han Chen is that Sha Qiang obeys Han Chen's words, and Han Chen does what he says.

Han Chen liked this very much.

"What are you looking for niggers for?"

Mary seemed to have guessed Han Chen's intentions, but she couldn't understand why it was a black ghost:
"It stands to reason that among the five of you, only Gandhi is the most powerful, and the nigger should be allowed to get involved in this mess."

She seemed to have guessed Han Chen's intentions.

"You guessed right."

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

"However, among the four of them right now, Gandhi is the most powerful, which is good, but Gandhi is an ordinary person, and I don't take him seriously."

"And Gandhi is such an idiot, he almost wore a green hat to the sky, and he didn't even realize it."

Han Chen's massage force is well controlled, and it seems that he often massages Mary. Mary enjoys it comfortably with her eyes closed under his massage:

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

Since both parties know that everyone is plotting against each other and collisions are inevitable, they can simply use a clever trick to push the nigger out and help themselves avoid this thunderstorm.

"If you say that, it's not impossible."

Mary thought for a while after hearing the words, and pondered for a while: "You mean to draw the niggers into the game and let them play with Ji Bu and the others?"

"Ha ha."

Han Chen showed a meaningful smile, leaned down and whispered in Mary's ear:
"The method you said is not impossible, but it is too troublesome and the process is too complicated. I don't like it. I have a simpler and rude idea."

"Oh?"

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

"You'll find out soon, and it won't be interesting if I 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 palm, 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."

"Leave you a little mystery, just wait and see."

"Stinky fart!"

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

"Ha ha."

Han Chen bared his teeth and looked out the window: "It's about time. I've waited so long and I've waited enough. This incident just happens to be an opportunity, so Lin Kun and the others will be dealt with together."

Speaking of it.

He paused for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Take this opportunity, let's officially kick off the prelude to the turmoil in the Ni family."

"Um"

Han Chen let out a deep breath: "The position of the Ni family should also be replaced!"

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One o'clock.

Barbecue stand on the street.

It was still the barbecue stall from last time, it was still the same location, and the entire night snack stall was still cleared, only the table in the middle was occupied.

Han Chen sat on the seat wearing a large floral shirt, and ate the crispy and oily barbecue in front of him.

opposite.

"Push the street."

The nigger was smoking a cigarette, squinting at Han Chen who was enjoying his mouth full of oil, and frowned and said:
"Come to me for supper at one o'clock in the morning, is it really just a simple supper?!"

Niggas are not stupid.

In the middle of the night, Han Chen asked himself to have a supper, but he didn't call Gandhi and the other three, he just called himself alone, that means he had something to talk to him about.

"Wow isn't it."

Han Chen chewed the food in his mouth, and raised his head to look at the black ghost: "You have to eat when you talk about things. It's more than one o'clock. You're not hungry."

"Humph."

The nigger snorted softly, but didn't do anything, just continued to smoke his cigarette, touching the pure gold earring on his right ear from time to time.

He didn't speak any more, his eyes flickered at Han Chen who lowered his head and concentrated on eating barbecue.

Gotta have four 5 minutes later.

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

"Damn, so impatient."

Han Chen grabbed the napkin on the table and wiped the oil stains on his mouth indiscriminately, looked at the black man 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 at all? What we need most in business is patience."

"OK OK."

The nigga waved his right hand holding the cigarette, and pointed to the watch on his left wrist: "You see for yourself how long you've been eating, I'll be foolishly waiting for you."

He took a breath of smoke: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Is such that."

Seeing that the black ghost was so impatient, Han Chen stopped beating around the bush. He exhaled smoke and looked around, then leaned forward, and said in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious:
"I have a way to make money, how about it, are you interested?!"

"Oh?"

Hearing the words, the black ghost immediately squinted his eyes, looked at Han Chen uncertainly, restrained his tone, and said calmly:

"A way to make money?!"

"Yes."

Han Chen nodded.

"Why are you looking for me?"

The nigger waved his hand, frowned and refused directly: "If we want to do it, we must do it together. What do you mean by looking for me alone?"

"Damn, if you're not looking for you, why not look for Gandhi and the others!"

Han Chen rolled his eyes angrily, and began to analyze with his fingers: "You can do the math yourself, Gandhi is the most powerful, and it's not worth the money to eat and drink."

"Let's talk about Wen Zheng, he has a big mouth, if I tell him the matter, Brother Kun will fly back from Ugly Country to look for me tomorrow."

"And then there's Guohua, don't look at him with bumps and holes, he looks scary, but he doesn't have the guts to do this."

He spoke quickly, and after a brief analysis of the situation: "After thinking about it, it's best for you to do this."

Paused.

He then added: "Among the few of us, only you are the most courageous, and the people under your hands are the most courageous. This job will kill people, so you are the most suitable one."

"Will someone die?"

Hearing the words, the nigger was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath on the cigarette, and the cigarette butt flickered brightly: "Then you ask me to do it?"

He reached out and patted the table with his palm: "If I do it so the fuck won't kill me?! Treat me as a nigger for a fool?!"

"That's good."

Han Chen directly spread his hands: "You are also afraid of death, so don't do this matter, everyone should guard the territory and do things."

"Just pretend I didn't say it."

His eyes once again focused on the barbecue in front of him: "Eat quickly, after eating, let's go back and warm the bed with my wife, I'm afraid I'll die and come out to fish for something."

"..."

The nigger was speechless when he heard the words, he really couldn't answer Han Chen's words, and smoked a cigarette in silence.

soon.

Cigarette bottomed out.

He exhaled thick smoke, smashed out the cigarette butt and looked at Han Chen: "What kind of life will kill people."

"Think with your own head."

Han Chen reached out and nodded his head, and said angrily: "The job that kills people must be the job that earns the most money, and it's the job that earns a lot of money."

"How big is it?"

The nigger squinted his eyes, and took out a cigarette again: "If you have enough money, then you can talk."

"You figure it out yourself."

Han Chen tapped his fingers on the table, and began to report the numbers: "350 grams of Hong Kong paper is 20 yuan, 20 is still the purchase price, and the purity is 65, how much can you convert?"

"This batch of goods is a total of kilograms. You should make a rough estimate in your heart and calculate how much it is."

"Depend on!"

A gleam of light flashed in the nigger's eyes, and the finger of the cigarette he was holding was brought to his mouth, and he sucked hard, the cigarette butt was quite bright:

"In this way, this batch of goods has a lot of potential."

He licked his slightly dry lips, and his tone became more 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 the center of his brows with some headaches, and exhaled, "You also said, I don't know how much energy I, Han Chen, have in such a large batch of goods. I eat so much food by myself?"

"Besides, why don't you know about the -kilogram cargo, and only I, Han Chen, know?"

He looked around, leaned forward again, and his voice was a little softer: "Cheats eat blacks! I must have someone to help me through my own contact channel."

"what"

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

"Why do 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 with a slightly complaining tone: "Now the supply channel is cut off, and you know that the land in my hand has been swept away, and I even lost someone."

"Brother Kun has been in the ugly country for more than a month, and there is still no news at all. If you don't figure out a way by yourself, you will not have the money to pay next month."

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

Speaking of it.

He didn't continue talking anymore, and said impatiently: "Just tell me, if you can do it, if you are brave enough, we will do it if you are brave enough."

"..."

The black ghost looked at Han Chen, who was directly opposite, and took a deep breath of the cigarette. The smoke wrapped him in it, and looked down on his expression.

a while.

He gritted his teeth: "Then tell me, how do we divide this thing."

"How to divide?"

Han Chen stretched out three fingers and waved them in front of the black ghost: "After the matter is done, I will seven and you three."

"It's okay to divide the goods or divide the money."

"Grass!"

The nigger slapped Han Chen's palm away, and scolded impatiently: "You seven and three, I'll fuck myself and do this by myself."

"If I lose my brother, I have to pay for the settlement fee myself. The biggest risk is all mine. What the hell do you have to force yourself to take %?"

"Grass."

Han Chen rolled his eyes, and also looked at the nigger in a bad mood: "You took the risk, right, I, Han Chen, don't take the risk myself?!"

"I'm the one who contacted you. Do I need to deal with this matter after I've done it? If something goes wrong, should I, Han Chen, be the one to take care of it?"

"You are just a gunman hiding in the dark, you have nothing to do with the money, your risk is greater than mine?!"

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

"..."

The black ghost looked at Han Chen's expression of course, his lips twitched twice, and then he waved his hand:

"Can't do it, don't do it."

"June Four!"

Han Chen stretched out four fingers again, and waved his palm: "The most I can give you is this much. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, I'll find someone else."

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

"I see that you have the ability to do this, and everyone knows the basics, and the tone is reliable. Otherwise, I would definitely not seek you. If there is one more person who knows, there is an extra risk."

Han Chen's tone of speech was very firm, and he stopped talking after he finished speaking: "Think about it for yourself."

"Zi"

The nigga didn't say anything after listening, and smoked heavily on the cigarette, which made the sound of burning tobacco.

He looked at Han Chen sitting across from him with an uncertain expression, his brows were knit together, and his right hand habitually touched the round gold earrings hanging on his ears.

soon.

Half a cigarette is over.

"Done!"

The nigger gritted his teeth, and slammed out the cigarette in his hand: "But let me tell you first, if you dare to play with me, then I, a nigger, will definitely turn my face and deny anyone."

"Who am I, Han Chen, you don't know?"

Han Chen nodded with a smile, then stretched out his palm, fearing above the table: "If you have money, let's find it together."

"Humph."

The nigger reached out and patted him with the palm of his hand, which was regarded as a response.

"Then let's talk about it."

Han Chen snapped his fingers, picked up the barbecue on the plate again, and ate again:
"I will contact you the day after tomorrow, and someone will tell you the specific situation."

"Row."

The nigga nodded and sat on the seat shaking his legs, not knowing what he was calculating.

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Ji Bu here.

soon.

The people arranged by Sha Qiang got in touch with Wu Fei, and the two sides hit it off immediately, determined the quantity and location of the transaction, and settled it directly.

In the blink of an eye.

Two days passed.

Reinstall security company.

in the backyard.

A group of six people were surrounding the trunk of the van, putting bulletproof vests on themselves, and then putting on clothes to cover up.

"rest assured."

A Ji helped Ma Zai to fasten the bulletproof vest, and patted his chest: "This is the latest version of the newly imported bulletproof vest. It is absolutely thick and reliable."

He warned again: "When the time comes, everyone should be smart, as long as you run as soon as the signal is given, don't resist. As for the rest, the police will handle it."

"Ah."

Everyone nodded and checked their equipment again.

Soon.

Wu Fei took a few boys and brought a few canvas bags and put them in the trunk, patted the bags, and signaled that everyone was ready to go.

Simultaneously.

Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Song Zijie and Ma Jun were also fully armed, each arranging their bulletproof vests, watching the team below making the final confirmation before departure.

Song Zijie popped out a . bullet, turned the wheel with his palm, and the yellow bullets spun along with the bullet.

"Crack".

A crisp and clear voice sounded.

Song Zijie closed the . and inserted it into the holster around his waist, turned to look at Ma Jun, and nodded.

"set off!"

With a wave of Ma Jun's hand, the guys below got into the police cars in an orderly manner, and drove out of the police station one after another.

The second floor.

Miao Zhihua and Ji Bu stood at the window, watching the police cars driving out one by one, then closed the curtains, and they folded themselves and sat on the sofa.

"Don't worry."

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

"very good."

Ji Bu nodded, agreeing, "I'd like to see what kind of cards Han Chen has in the police force."

The transaction this time is actually more like a head-on collision between the two parties wrestling with each other. Both parties know that there is something wrong with this transaction.

Next.

It just depends on whose calculations are deeper.

The purpose of Jibu is very simple:
The transaction tonight will definitely not be peaceful. If there is no accident, Han Chen will definitely let his undercover in the police force to surround this transaction and catch the current situation.

I just want to see who will surface in this operation, and write it down in the small book. As long as the Ghost Superintendent Abbott is dealt with, then the list in this small book can be checked in a targeted manner. .

This is what Ji Bu is for, very simple.

No matter what Han Chen did, his goal had already been achieved, and that was enough. Song Zijie and Ma Jun were the safety guarantees for the six of them.

"correct."

Ji Bu remembered something, and reminded him again: "I asked you to watch Lin Guoping, how are you watching?!"

"rest assured."

Miao Zhihua reassured: "Lin Guoping is the only obvious pawn of Han Chen that we know so far, how could I forget him."

"Ha ha."

Hearing this, Ji Bu stopped talking and leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest his body.

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Kwun Tong.

Han Chen Villa.

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

Behind.

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

"Ah."

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

"He never thought that he would become the object of my use."

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

"Then let you see how I kill two birds with one stone and get the best of both worlds."

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Eleven at night.

An abandoned factory in the suburbs.

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

The person who led the team this time was named A Shui, a confidant selected by A Ji, who was in good shape and was very calm in his conduct, taking full responsibility for this time.

The van pulls up outside the factory.

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

immediately.

A dozen people emerged one after another from the dark corners around them, and gathered towards them.

These are nigga people.

The Scarface who led the team looked at Ah Shui quickly and vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

"Send something."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Ah Shui squinted at the dozen or so people behind Scarface: "Are you collecting things?"

"What about the goods?"

Scarface nodded and waved, and immediately someone came out and walked to the van.

"Where are the bills?"

Ah Shui stopped them directly with his hand, and squinted at Scarface: "I didn't see the banknote, so I can't show you anything."

"joke."

Scarface snorted coldly. Although he was a little displeased, he was still taken out of the cash box, and when he opened it, stacks of banknotes were neatly packed inside.

"goods."

As soon as Ah Shui beckoned, someone immediately took out a board of Hong Kong papers from the trunk of the van, and delivered it to Ah Shui.

"Here."

Ah Shui took a sip of the cigarette with squinted eyes, shook the ash and handed the Hong Kong paper to Scarface, who raised his hand to take it.

now.

Ten meters away from them, in the thatched grass that is half the height of a person.

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

Behind.

Nearly NO.20 people are fully armed and ready to go.

The factory gate.

soon.

"The goods are all right."

Ma Zai, who inspected the goods, nodded at Scarface, and gave a thumbs up: "Absolutely right!"

"very good!"

Scarface took the Hong Kong paper and looked at it again, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a sneer, and his tone was playful:
"Six people, do you dare to deliver the goods?! Three hundred kilograms."

"Ha ha."

Ah Shui, with a cigarette in his mouth, also smiled faintly: "Why don't you dare, six people are enough!"

"Ah!"

Scarface sneered, raised his hand and shouted, "It's done!"

immediately.

The ten-or-so horsemen behind them reached out to the big black star pinned to their waists.

"run!"

Ah Shui roared, and everyone who hadn't left the van got on one after another.

He followed suit, raised his hand to hold Scarface in front of him who was also reaching out to draw a gun, wrapped his left hand around his neck, and slammed his head into Scarface's face.

"Crack!"

A muffled sound.

The scarred face couldn't react to the broken nose bone at all, and before he could react in the severe pain, he was directly held in front of him by Ah Shui, and quickly retreated to the van.

"Don't shoot!"

Scar's face and neck were congested and red from being strangled, and there was a growl on the ground: "Don't fucking shoot!"

Many horse boys with guns stopped for a while.

"boom!"

Sudden gunshots rang out.

A blood hole exploded on Scarface's arm, and he roared again under the scream: "Who the hell shoots, don't shoot!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More intense gunfire ensued.

I saw the inside of the cat haystack on the side.

Inspector Xiao from the Kwun Tong Police Station issued an order, and nearly twenty people separated into formation and rushed towards this side, surrounding and shooting.

Only then did everyone realize that they were surrounded, and all of them raised their hands and shot, and returned fire.

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

"drive!"

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

"Oh shit!"

Ah Shui breathed heavily, and said very calmly: "Lock the door!" After speaking, he raised his hand and pulled it over his head, and an iron plate directly blocked the front windshield under his pulling.

In the van, the same is true for other positions. The whole vehicle has been modified and installed with a thick layer of steel plates. It is useless to hide in the vehicle, let alone a pistol, even if it is shot by a rifle.

The brief gunfire stopped quickly.

Scarface and a group of more than ten people, dead or wounded, surrendered one after another.

Inspector Xiao beckoned the guys to control the scene, and strode to the front of the van, frowning as he looked at the thick iron plate behind the front windshield, his brows furrowed.

"Get out of the car!"

Inspector Xiao beckoned, and everyone quickly surrounded the van: "Get out of the car and surrender, you have nowhere to go."

only.

No matter how he yelled, Ah Shui and his party of six sat in the car indifferently, and no one paid him any attention.

"Grass!"

Inspector Xiao tightened his grip on the ., and pulled the trigger directly. The bullet hit the thick steel plate inside the van, sputtering out flames and then no more words. There was nothing he could do about it.

He is Han Chen's man. After receiving Han Chen's order, he ambushed again in advance and designed a complete arrest plan.

What was supposed to be a safe operation is now stopped by a modified van. They can't get out, and they can't get in. How can they be pulled away?

"Call someone!"

Inspector Xiao became furious: "Go and call the cutting machine, I don't believe in this evil anymore, I can't hold you today!"

Just now.

A row of convoys rushed over quickly.

Inspector Xiao immediately turned the gun.

The convoy stopped.

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

"Drop your weapons and surrender!"

The two sides shouted the same slogan, and then simply confirmed their identities, and the two sides met.

"Ha ha."

Inspector Xiao put away his point three-eight, and looked at Song Zijie and Ma Jun who suddenly appeared with a half-smile: "So it's Song Sir and Ma Sir."

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

"We're here to catch people!"

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

"Ok?"

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

"nonsense!"

Song Zijie scolded angrily: "Is 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 informants, you wouldn't be able to catch people if you feed the mosquitoes here at night all night, you idiot!"

talking room.

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

"Sir Song."

Ah Shui said hello to Song Zijie: "You guys are a bit late, if we didn't have countermeasures, we would have been beaten to death by them long ago!"

He pointed to Inspector Xiao.

"Depend on!"

Unwilling to be reconciled, Inspector Xiao pushed Ah Shui away, walked quickly to the trunk of the van, and opened the canvas bag inside despite everyone's obstruction.

inside.

A bag full of white powder came into view.

"what is this!"

Inspector Xiao pointed to the canvas bag vigorously: "Are you sure this is your informant?!" He also raised his hand and raised a piece of Hong Kong paper in the evidence bag in his hand: "This is a serious white powder !"

talking.

He greeted his buddies: "Surround these six people and bring them back to the police station for investigation!"

"Who dares to move!"

Ma Jun, who had been silent all this time, scolded: "This is our case, and it belongs to our Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station. Who the hell dares to take someone away, first ask me, Ma Jun, if he agrees!"

"Ma Jun?"

Upon hearing Ma Jun, the guys who were about to step forward immediately hesitated. Song Zijie and the others might not know each other, but Ma Jun and the others knew it very well.

Just because of his hot temper, he often beat the prisoners. Ma Jun didn't know how many times he was dealt with. If he fought with him, he might be beaten in vain.

"Crazy line!"

Song Zijie snorted softly, rolled his eyes and walked to Inspector Xiao's side, and grabbed the powder in the canvas bag with his hands and swung it:

"Look carefully, this is flour, hit 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 handicapped question is asked from an inspector. How did you become an inspector? You don't have any experience in handling cases?!"

Done.

He snatched the evidence bag involuntarily: "This case belongs to us, when will it be your turn to dictate!"

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

For an instant.

Song Zijie and Ma Jun immediately took over the scene, and all the guys under them were like bandits, and their aura directly crushed Inspector Xiao's people.

As for Inspector Xiao, he was blocked by the car with his hands on his hips, Ma Jun, who was in a posture of beating people at any time.

"fuck me"

Inspector Xiao wanted to cry, but these people were the result of squatting in the grass and feeding mosquitoes for more than two hours, and the bags in their hands have not been removed yet.

You two rushed to the street for a long time, and you ran over with someone behind you and did nothing. The scene is yours?
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almost the same time.

Nigger Villa.

outside.

Lin Guoping, who was in a suit, took out the . on his waist, looked back at the guys standing next to the wall behind him, and then gestured.

immediately.

A group of two quickly climbed over the villa's wall in the form of a human ladder.

In the second floor bedroom.

Slightly drunk at night, he is on the 1.8-meter big bed fighting with the nightclub girl brought back from the outside to the landlord to sober up.

suddenly.

The bedroom door was kicked open.

Lin Guoping, holding a ., appeared at the door, pointing his gun at the big bed.

"Grass!"

The black ghost was taken aback, and immediately became weak. He turned around angrily, looked at the door and yelled:
"Blind your dog eyes, I didn't see it"

"boom!"

The muzzle of the . gun was sprayed with tongues of flame, with a little smoke.

A blood hole exploded on the nigga's forehead, and before he could finish speaking, he swayed and fell directly on the bed.

He didn't understand until he died, why a messenger rushed to the door suddenly, and shot himself to death if he didn't agree with each other.

He was full of resentment in his heart, he hadn't received the money after the person he sent out to blackmail at night got his hands on it.

"what!"

The naked girl's face was splattered with blood, looking at the black man lying in front of her, she screamed and jumped off the bed, and crawled out limply.

"Humph."

Lin Guoping snorted coldly, stepped up to the black ghost who was dying, took out a bag of white powder from his pocket, and threw it on the bed.

Behind.

Some guy followed and pointed a gun at the nigger on the bed.

"Sir Lin, what's the situation?"

"Involved in drugs, arrested, attacked the police, and was shot dead on the spot."

Lin Guoping reported a series of crimes, and then waved his hands: "Let someone come over and clean up."

"Let's deal with the scene."

"YES Sir."

The buddy responded and called for people to come in and investigate the scene.

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

He drove back to the police station.

He who just got out of the car hadn't figured out what was going on, and was immediately surrounded by a group of reporters, and the microphone was almost inserted into his mouth:
"Sir Lin, tonight you led a team to shoot and kill Zhang Yiquan, a leader of the society, who was nicknamed the nigger. May I ask what you have to say?"

"Sir Lin"

Questions followed one after another.

Lin Guoping's expression froze, and he felt a "thump" in his heart: there is an inner ghost, but he still had to endure the shock and pretend to be calm and calm to 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 from Inspector Xiao and Lin Guoping to come back.

Suddenly a message came from the radio:
"According to the latest news reports, Lin Guoping and Sir Lin killed the club leader Zhang Yiquan tonight, nicknamed black ghost"

"Shh!"

Han Chen's closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes widened and he stared at the radio beside him, his expression became gloomy.

What just happened, why was it dialed out by the radio station?

How did Lin Guoping become a public figure? !
An ominous premonition swept over.

After a few minutes.

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

"The matter was not settled, and suddenly two street policemen from the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station came out. They took over the scene and said that the case belonged to them, and none of the delivery people stopped them."

"Hem home shovel!"

With a growl, Han Chen grabbed the phone and threw it on the ground heavily. He slapped the table with his hands, propping the table with both hands, gasping for breath.

His eyes were wide open, and he stared fixedly at the floor-to-ceiling windows, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth in a hoarse voice: "Ji Bu!"

At this moment.

Han Chen came to his senses completely.

tonight.

Ji Bu just flattened himself a little, but he made a full move and missed two pieces!
(End of this chapter)