Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

"Hurry up!"

Ji Bu glanced at the group of Eight-faced Buddha who had boarded the boat and left, and quickly called Ma Zai to bring over the things he had prepared earlier.

Before the Wanwan police arrived, he needed to do something in advance.

He called Song Zihao to him, signaled Song Zihao to lie on the ground, took the box handed over by Ma Zai and began to take things out:

"Brother Hao, I will wrong you first."

Song Zihao was puzzled, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Ji Bu's gourd, but he could only let him go.

Ji Bu picked up the paintbrush he had prepared in advance, tore open the trousers on Song Zihao's thigh, and began to draw.

Soon.

A highly simulated wound is presented under his pen, the 3D effect is good, and it looks like the real thing.

follow.

Ji Bu brought the blood plasma pack that he had prepared earlier, poured it on Song Zihao's thigh, and began to make wounds.

"tsk"

Wu Fei leaned over, raised his eyebrows and watched Song Zihao who was "seriously injured" appear under Ji Bu's operation, and couldn't help but click his tongue:

"Boss, when did you still have the skills to draw? When did you practice? If you don't contact me for two and a half years, you will definitely not be able to draw this effect."

"Fuck off!"

Ji Bu rolled his eyes angrily: "Don't mention two and a half years to me, two and a half years is a derogatory term."

"Forehead"

The crow flies are unknown.

"Brother Hao."

Ji Bu raised his hand and patted Song Zihao's shoulder: "Then it's up to your own acting skills, be real and don't show your secrets."

soon.

Ji Bu started to call it a day. Just as he packed his things, the police arrived.

soon.

The piercing sirens resounded over the Surabaya pier, and the red and blue flashing police lights flickered in the dark night.

Soon.

Chief Inspector Wu Yusen led his large troops to kill, and many police officers filed out and got out of the car to surround them, and then saw the tragic scene.

They have been in the police for many years, at most they have seen gangsters hacking each other with knives, and they have never seen this bombed torn scene.

"vomit"

I don't know who took the lead in vomiting, and then the sound of retching and vomiting was mixed in one after another.

"Cough cough."

Chief Inspector Wu took out the cloth from his suit pocket to cover his mouth, and led by Song Zijie to the center of the pier.

"Wu Sir."

Ji Bu stood up and greeted him, stretched out his hand and pointed to Liu Jian who was shot to death over there, and said quickly:

"You came just in time. Liu Jian has already been killed by us, and a large amount of white powder and ammunition were found from the scene."

"Oh?!"

Chief Inspector Wu's eyes lit up immediately, seeing the things his men brought out from the warehouse, including white powder and ammunition, the quantity was astonishing.

"very good!"

Inspector Wu's eyes revealed light, and he nodded in satisfaction.

At the beginning.

He was also worried that because the movement at the scene was too great, it might cause some consequences that he could not bear in the future.

But after seeing the things seized at the scene, he knew that this matter tonight was only for him, and he only had credit and no responsibility.

"Nice job."

After a short wait, Chief Inspector Wu smiled broadly as he listened to his subordinates' report on the inventory of the scene.

"Ji Sir, your actions tonight are really good."

He pushed the thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "I will explain to the police on Hong Kong Island, your actions are perfect."

Tonight, the Wanwan police managed to destroy Liu Jian's gang without losing a single person. It's all a myth.

"Where."

Ji Bu waved his hands with a smile: "Although our performance was good, it was thanks to the cooperation of Chief Inspector Wu. Without your heroic efforts, it would not have been possible to settle this matter so easily tonight."

For these scenes, Ji Bu was able to grasp it with his hands. With a few words, he put all the credit on Chief Inspector Wu and praised him to the sky.

"Hahaha"

Inspector Wu's mood suddenly improved, and he had a little more affection for the young man in front of him.

Can speak, can behave.

Not bad.

It seems.

In the next half of the term, my position will be promoted and transferred, and it is a certainty.

He had heard of Liu Jian's name a long time ago, and he was also an up-and-coming figure in the police station, but he had no reason to do so, so he could only let him go.

But it's fine now.

Everything has been caught, and there are still a few survivors.

"Take people down!"

Inspector Wu waved his hand, high-spirited: "Give them a statement overnight, and let them spit out everything verbatim before dawn."

"Yes!"

The policeman took orders and went down with the people.

"Sir Song!"

Inspector Wu saw that he would get the biggest benefit without paying anything, so his attitude towards Song Zijie was naturally better:
"It's thanks to you for this operation. Without your advice, our joint operation would not have been so easy."

He was in a good mood and began to talk to Song Zijie about the scene.

"Cough cough..."

Wu Fei watched from the side as they were almost done chatting, and had already said what should be said, and ran out of the warehouse in a timely manner, with a serious expression:
"Boss, there is something"

"Ok?"

Ji Bu turned his head to look at Wu Fei: "What is it?"

"It's not good!"

Wu Fei panted heavily, first looked at Ji Bu, then at Song Zijie:
"It's not good, Sir Song, something happened to Brother Haohao."

"what?!"

Song Zijie's eyelids twitched, his whole face changed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he jumped up on the spot, stretched out his hand and pulled Wu Fei by his collar and pulled him to him, saliva splashing:

"What did you say?!"

"Brother Haohao was shot."

Wu Fei reached out and grabbed Song Zijie's hand, trying to break free: "It's serious, I just discovered it."

"Hem home shovel!"

Song Zijie's expression changed, he pushed the crowfly away, and ran towards the warehouse in a rage.

in the warehouse.

Song Zihao was covered in blood, especially the blood on his lower body. Two hideous wounds on his thighs appeared in his field of vision.

"elder brother!"

Song Zijie trembled, took two steps back and rushed up, throwing himself on Song Zihao:
"How are you?!"

His palms were trembling, looking at Song Zihao who was sweating on his brow and his face was pale, he wanted to reach out to touch his wound several times but he didn't dare.

"Ajiezi"

Song Zihao's expression was painful, looking at Song Zijie in front of him, he was speechless.

"Bai Che, call it Bai Che!"

Song Zijie turned his head like crazy and yelled at Inspector Wu who followed behind him:
"Call the white car!"

"Hurry up!"

Inspector Wu hurriedly waved his hand in agreement, and frowned.

It was originally a good thing, but why did Song Zihao get involved, now it's a bit boring.

The white car was prepared long in advance.

Two doctors ran in and immediately took over to bandage Song Zihao to stop the bleeding.

Song Zijie stood there with a livid face, gritted his teeth and looked at the doctor bandaging the wound, feeling something was wrong.

The two doctors fiddled with the gauze in their hands, and the so-called wound did not leak blood at all.

So was Song Zihao, his face was pale and bloodless, the "cold sweat" on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but the sweat was slightly whitish
Looks like makeup foundation
He frowned, and subconsciously looked at Ji Bu beside him.

Ji Bu leisurely smoked a cigarette, winked at Song Zijie and gave Song Zijie a look, turned his back to Inspector Wu and secretly made an "OK" gesture to Song Zijie.

In order to achieve the most realistic effect, Ji Bu deliberately did not tell Song Zijie about the plan, so that Song Zijie would have the most instinctive reaction.

The more realistic and appropriate his response, the more he can help Inspector Wu believe.

Therefore, consider how Song Zihao's outstanding contribution in handling this matter tonight should be reflected in the document.

Song Zijie saw Ji Bu's gesture, and it was like waking up from a dream.

Good guy.

Yes.

I was puzzled just now, although the wound looked real, but no blood flowed out, and there was no change under the doctor's touch.

Ji Bu asked him to arrange the white car in advance, and the two doctors were always taken care of by them.

Looking at the two doctors again, they also had serious expressions on their faces. They turned to Inspector Wu and said:

"Song Zihao was seriously injured, his thigh was blasted, he must be treated immediately, otherwise there is a risk of paralysis."

"Um"

Chief Inspector Wu would definitely not stop him, he quickly motioned for them to take him down for treatment, and specifically urged:
"Treating Song Zihao with the best medical conditions, he deserves credit!"

"Yes."

The doctor called for a stretcher to carry Song Zihao into the white car and took him away. The next step was to "treat" Song Zihao, and then he would issue an injury appraisal. Song Zihao was injured and paralyzed in the lower body.

Of course.

Doing these operations is nothing more than paving the way for Song Zihao's early release from prison. As for the intermediate process, Liu Jian's contribution to this matter has become his key.

These are all later stories.

"Sir Song."

Chief Inspector Wu pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, briefly brewed his emotions, showed a serious expression, looked at Song Zijie and comforted him:

"I know about your relationship with Song Zihao. Our Wanwan police are very grateful for his dedication to this operation, but the world is unpredictable. Our Wanwan police express their sadness for his injury."

He changed the subject, patted his chest and assured, "But don't worry, Sir Song, we will definitely arrange the best medical conditions to treat Song Zihao."

As a chief inspector, Wu Yusen is quite qualified in terms of expression management, with a heavy tone and a serious expression, showing no regrets.

"call"

Song Zijie heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but he was reasonable and did not blame the Wanwan police:
"I understand this kind of thing. My brother got out of Daliao Prison because of my merits. I didn't expect it."

"If something happens to him and he's going to spend the next few years in prison, it's going to be very difficult."

"what"

Inspector Wu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then he reacted and nodded:
"Don't worry, Song Zihao only has one year in prison. Our police will evaluate his actions tonight, and maybe he can commute his sentence and release him early."

"Don't worry, I won't let him pay in vain."

Chief Inspector Wu's words were very level, and he didn't make any immediate promises. The meaning behind the words was to see how much credit the case had in the end.

If the credit is great enough, there is still hope for Song Zihao to come out directly.

"it is good."

Song Zijie nodded: "Then there will be Superintendent Lao Wu."

The two parties had already reached an exchange of interests in a few words. Inspector Wu urged his men to clean up the scene, and took out his mobile phone to call the large troops.

"Eh."

Ji Bu looked at Chief Inspector Wu who was directing the scene, and stepped forward:
"Inspector Wu, before the police force arrives, you have to do one more thing."

"Oh?"

Chief Inspector Wu raised his eyebrows in doubt.

"Cleaned up the scene without firing a single shot. It seems a bit too mythical, doesn't it?"

Ji Bu reminded: "The police on Hong Kong Island have made great efforts, and the Wanwan police led by Chief Inspector Wu also contributed a lot."

"what"

Inspector Wu clapped his hands and nodded again and again, and he was more pleasing to Ji Bu:
"Yes, yes, what Sir Ji said makes sense."

If Ji Bu didn't remind him, he really forgot about it.

Liu Jian and these gangs are so fierce, it would be too outrageous for them not to fire a single shot.

present.

He quickly gathered his subordinates together, and they lined up in a horizontal line, holding police guns and shooting at the calm sea.

"Bang bang bang."

There was another burst of gunfire on the pier.

After firing a few rounds of magazines, the large army finally arrived at the scene and began to hand over.

Next.

The scene was handed over to the Wanwan police, Inspector Wu handled it himself, and Ji Bu left with his own people.

Lian Pier.

When Ji Bu arrived with Wu Fei and the others, the Eight-faced Buddha had already taken over the pier.

Ji Bu wasn't interested in participating in the next thing, so the cooperation between the two parties ended.

"Brother Ji!"

The Eight-faced Buddha looked at the busy men at Li'an Wharf, and said to Ji Bu with a smile:
"How about it? Are you interested in us working together again to make the territory bigger and stronger in Wanwan?"

"forget it."

Ji Bu shook his head: "I'm not interested in these things, you can take your time with the rest."

"Ha ha."

Eight-faced Buddha smiled and shook his head, but he didn't insist any more:

"Brother Ji, you are really a strange person."

talking room.

He waved at Mienna and called her to his side:
"My daughter lacks experience, why not just let her follow you in the future."

"Okay."

Ji Bu nodded and agreed, "Wu Ying, I'll leave Mienna to you. You have to take good care of her."

"Don't don't."

Wu Fei quickly shook his head and refused: "Boss, why don't you let me go, I'll take care of her? I'll be thankful if she doesn't hit me."

"Hahaha"

Everyone raised their heads and laughed, but Mienna was so angry that she looked at Wufly with a murderous look.

"All right."

Ji Bu waved his hand and put away his smile: "I'm not joking, Mienna should forget about it."

Of course he guessed the Eight-faced Buddha's mind: "I am really not interested in this business, and I will definitely not do business in Hong Kong Island. There is no need to ask Mienna to come to me and try to persuade me."

"alright."

The Eight-faced Buddha chuckled, and didn't hold on any longer. Looking at Li'an Wharf, he said with a smile:
"Going forward, the situation in Wanwan will definitely become very interesting."

This time, the cooperation between them is relatively perfect and successful, and both parties get what they need.

Following Liu Jian's death tonight, the Wanwan police started a series of raids on Liu Jian's site in the next few days.

As more and more core younger brothers were arrested, several black-collar workers also surfaced.

Chief Inspector Wu seemed to be the biggest winner. Basically, he didn't spend any thought and got the biggest benefit.

Song Zihao's injury appraisal also came out, after a diagnosis report issued by a third-party medical institution cooperating with the police.

Song Zihao was shot three times in the thigh, one of which hit a nerve, and his lower body was paralyzed and he could no longer stand up.

For this result, the Wanwan Police can only express regret. In an internal seminar, Chief Inspector Wu gave a work report.

Under the huge credit, the superior who also made credit accepted the suggestion of Chief Inspector Wu and made a decision to commute Song Zihao's sentence.

Anyway, he is a paralyzed cripple, and it doesn't make any sense to be locked up in prison. It's better to commute his sentence and let him go out, which also shows that the Wanwan police attach great importance to the suspects who provide clues.

Half a month later.

At the gate of Daliao Prison, Song Zihao, who had been released after serving his sentence, sat in a wheelchair and was pushed out of the prison gate by prison guards.

"elder brother!"

"Brother Hao!"

Song Zijie and Mark Li, who had already been waiting at the door, greeted him and took Song Zihao from the prison guard.

"Go, go back to Hong Kong Island!"

Set off.

After reappearing on Hong Kong Island, Song Zihao stood up from the wheelchair, feeling the land of Hong Kong Island under his feet, feeling quite embarrassed for a while.

"Abu."

Song Zihao's eyes fell on Ji Bu: "Thank you for helping me. If there is anything I, Song Zihao, can help with, just tell me."

"It's fine to cut people, I'm old, I can't lift a knife anymore."

"Hahaha"

Everyone laughed.