The life of Lao Liu since 1944

As the night fell and the lights came on, Hou Jie walked out of the courtyard calmly and firmly after dinner, blending into the night. He had already planned the route for tonight, and was now rushing towards the secret gathering place of the Green Gang. This was the first stop for Hou Jie's action tonight.

Taking advantage of the thick night, like a huge curtain covering everything, he quietly came to the base of the Qing Gang wall. After changing clothes and covering his face with a black cloth, he was as nimble as a cat and instantly jumped into the high wall. Here, the Qing Gang's guards were strict, like an iron barrel, with each ring linked together, and they were all closely monitoring any movement around.

However, for this uninvited guest who came quietly, all obstacles seemed to be swept away by an invisible force in an instant. He skillfully took out the dagger he carried with him. It was a dagger that was extremely sharp and flashed with cold light, reflecting a cold light under the moonlight. Facing the members of the Green Gang, he did not hesitate or show any mercy. He killed them with one blow. His moves were so fast, accurate, and ruthless that they were as natural as flowing water. Every move seemed neat and clean, like a killer who had been tempered for thousands of times.

His eyes revealed determination and coldness, a coldness without a trace of warmth, as if it was a cold wind from the depths of a glacier, blowing through everyone's heart. His face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen, but his cold and ruthless temperament was like the night itself, making people shudder.

After solving the troubles of other gang members, Hou Jie learned the location of the room of Green Gang leader Liu Ye from the gang members who were still conscious. He sneered in his heart and thought to himself: What kind of shit are gangs? They are still playing gangs. Hou Jie came to the outside of Liu Ye's room with a heart full of contempt and anger.

He listened attentively, and heard the obscene sounds of a man and a woman colliding. Hou Jie could tell that it was Master Liu doing that kind of thing with a woman. Hou Jie felt sick.

"How disgusting and vulgar." Hou Jie cursed in his heart.

In his heart, he despised this Master Liu, "All his gang members are dead, and he hasn't noticed yet. No wonder he can only hang out with gangs."

Hou Jie felt a surge of emotion. He no longer had any awe for the gangsters in his heart. All he had left was contempt and anger towards them.

"With such little ability, they dare to extort money everywhere. Who gave them the courage? They are really like an old man who wants to die."

Hou Jie took out a pistol from the space, put the dagger into his waist, kicked the door open and walked in.

He took a few quick steps and came to the Qing Gang leader, Mr. Liu.

As soon as Mr. Liu rolled off the bed, Hou Jie pointed a gun at his forehead. He was so scared that he stood there in a daze, with his hands slightly raised, not daring to move.

This man who was once a powerful figure in the martial arts world was now like a statue with his soul taken away.

His originally strong body was now shaking as if penetrated by a sudden cold wind. Every inch of his skin was tense, as if trying to get rid of this indescribable fear.

The woman on the bed was horrified. Her body was as stiff as a board, her eyes were dazed, and she seemed to have forgotten to breathe. Only her slightly trembling shoulders and clenched teeth revealed her inner panic. The whole room suddenly became unusually quiet, and even the air seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next storm.

Hou Jie said in a slightly joking tone: "You didn't expect it!" Although his words were slightly sarcastic, they also revealed a meaning that made people laugh and cry.

"Why don't you two continue and I'll come back later."

Master Liu glared at Hou Jie and shouted:

"Who are you? Let yourself go. Believe it or not, I will kill you."

Hou Jie raised his hand contemptuously and shot Liu Ye in the leg, his eyes full of contempt.

"It's already this late, and you still don't know what's good for you. All your men are dead. No one is coming to save you."

Master Liu yelled twice, covering his wound with both hands, sweating profusely on his forehead due to the pain. Hearing that all his brothers were dead, he was completely frightened and spoke quickly with a trembling voice.

"Sir, please wait, we can talk."

"Why aren't you so arrogant anymore? I still like the way you act arrogantly. Tsk tsk!"

Hou Jie came to him, pulled a stool over and sat down. He raised his hand again and put the gun to his forehead. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and directly said the wrong purpose, and said a word coldly.

"money"

Mr. Liu didn't dare to refuse, and hurriedly explained, at the same time feeling relieved that it was fine to talk about it.

Hou Jie threatened him several times, but when he saw that he could not get anything out of it, he shot him dead, knocked the woman unconscious, and began to loot her property.

He simply counted the spoils, "One box of large yellow croaker, two boxes of small yellow croaker, some dollars, and other valuables. Not bad! He is indeed a gangster boss, he is rich."

After finishing all this, they tied a set of ropes and hung them on the beams. Twenty or thirty people, standing in several rows, guaranteed to surprise anyone who saw them the next day.

Hou Jie exclaimed happily, "How magnificent! I am truly a talent."

Finally, he left a line of words on the wall: "The peace-loving Guandong hero was here" and turned away in a cool manner.

After dealing with Mr. Liu, he arrived outside the police station again.

"I miss it so much! I wonder what gifts these people have prepared. Every time I come here, I can't help but be enthusiastic. He really likes it here."

The image of the police during the Republic of China period is indeed difficult to describe. Among the police force at that time, some people were corrupt, derelict in their duties, turned a blind eye to social scum such as hooligans, thieves and kidnappers on the streets, and sometimes even colluded with them, exacerbating the chaos in social security.

The behavior of these police officers has seriously damaged the overall reputation of the police force and greatly reduced the public's trust in the police.

However, we cannot generalize and ignore the vast police force that performed their duties diligently and courageously during the turbulent years. Under the complex social background at that time, many police officers still adhered to their original aspirations, actively maintained social order, and worked hard to protect the lives and property of the people. They not only actively cracked down on serious crimes such as theft and robbery, but also closely monitored and cracked down on hooligans who oppressed the people, and tried their best to create a relatively safe social environment.

I came to the hidden corner, took out the files from the space, and carefully looked through the information Wu San had investigated with the help of a flashlight. After flipping through it, I found that I had made some progress. Except for the director and a few bastards, the others have restrained themselves. This time, I will not just kill the main culprit and a few lackeys.

According to the information, the chief of the police station is not here.