Hong Kong General: I have a lot of vests

At Le Huizhen's command, the members of the serious crime squad loaded their guns, and Tan Cheng exclaimed:

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Madam Ding! For the sake of long-term cooperation! Please don't shoot!"

Tan Chengji is just a small-time punk who read a few mafia books and pretended to be a gangster.

A war between the two sides is about to break out, and one's life may be lost at any time.

Song Zihao stood in front of Tan Cheng:

"Acheng, what are you afraid of! The people of Frog Island use pistols, and so do we!"

Brother Ma walked up with a toothpick in his mouth and stroked Tan Cheng's head gently:

"Ah Cheng, are you afraid of life? A man who dies will be a hero again eighteen years later! You are not the driver Ah Cheng now! You are Big Brother Cheng!"

When Tan Cheng saw the two old brothers standing in front of him, he was immediately moved.

"Brother Xiao Ma, Brother Hao, there's no need! Making money is the most important thing! Fighting and killing is totally unnecessary!"

Brother Ma was very disappointed, "Ah Cheng, haven't you figured it out yet? Ding Yao is trying to rob the thieves! She prepared the ghost money!"

Tan Cheng: "Ah? Is that really the case?"

Huang Xiao and Le Huizhen looked at each other and signaled to continue acting.

"Haha, you little hooligans from Hong Kong Island are really interesting. You want to slander Mrs. Ding? If you have the guts, just shoot. Let's see who dies first?"

Huang Xiao lifted up his shirt, revealing a row of black tubular objects.

Tan Cheng suddenly felt his scalp tingling. There was a chance of survival from the pistol exchange, but the explosion of the detonator would ensure that there would be no body left.

"Mrs. Ding! Please step back! Leave this to me! Shan Ji, you step back too!"

Le Huizhen and Shan Ji retreated more than ten meters, and the members of the serious crime team protected them.

Only Huang Xiao and the counterfeit money group were left at the scene.

"Song Zihao, right? Give me back the 10 million real bills!"

Huang Xiao stretched out his hand, Song Zihao pretended to hesitate, Tan Cheng quickly pulled over the box of money, nodded and bowed:

"Brother Bodyguard, you are so generous. I will return the money to you and give you the counterfeit bills as well."

Brother Xiao Ma said angrily: "Ah Cheng! How can you be so useless! As a man, I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

Tan Cheng retorted: "Brother Xiao Ma! We only have one life! We are just workers, why should we play with our lives?"

Brother Ma spat out the toothpick in his mouth and said, "Bah! Ah Cheng! Are you worthy of Uncle Yao? Uncle Yao made you the boss of the company! How can you be so ungrateful!"

People tend to lose their rationality and lower their IQ under heavy pressure. Facing the threat of detonators, Tan Cheng spoke without thinking.

"Don't even mention that old bastard Yao Yutong. He was the one who betrayed Brother Hao, and he was also the one who sent people to kill Brother Hao's father! Do you think he promoted me out of kindness? I was just a shield he pushed forward!"

Song Zihao’s eyes widened. His father was actually killed by someone sent by Yao Yutong?

Huang Xiao got the information he wanted, gestured to the guys behind him, and immediately notified Song Zijie to arrest Yao Yutong.

Song Zihao grabbed Tan Cheng by the collar. He could accept that he was framed by Yao Yutong, and going to jail was his way of repaying Yao Yutong's favor.

But he couldn’t accept that Yao Yutong killed his father. His father was just an ordinary old man. Why did he kill him?

"Impossible! How could Uncle Yao kill my father? Ah Cheng! Are you lying to me?"

"Brother Hao, wake up! In today's society, everything is about money. Your ideas are outdated! I don't know why that old man Yao Yutong killed Uncle Song!"

Tan Cheng turned to Xiao Ma Ge and said, "Xiao Ma Ge, you are a good person. I couldn't bear to see you killed by the Yao family, so I kept you by my side and deliberately insulted you to prove that you are no longer a threat to Yao Ji."

"Isn't it good to be alive? Only by being alive can we have a chance! Bodyguard, don't pull the detonator. I have money, Yao Ji has money, I will take you to the company to get the money!"

Huang Xiao pretended to be moved, and Tan Cheng continued to tempt him:

"Brother Bodyguard, how much money can you earn by working for Ding Yao? Take 100 million counterfeit bills and 10 million real bills, and my company has tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars. The world is so big, there is no place you can't go."

Huang Xiao looked at Le Huizhen, his eyes lingering on Le Huizhen's chest, and Tan Cheng felt something in his heart:

"Brother Bodyguard, it's just a woman. As long as you have money, are you still afraid of not having a woman?"

Huang Xiao nodded fiercely:

"Okay! I'll listen to you! Take me to your company to get the money! Song Zihao drives! Don't let your people follow!"

Tan Cheng nodded vigorously: "Okay! Brother Xiao Ma, you and the gunmen stay here and try not to conflict with Ding Yao. Brother Hao, please drive!"

The two men followed the order, and the gunmen had no doubts. It would be bad if they didn't fight to the death.

Song Zihao sat in the driver's seat, Huang Xiao threw Tan Cheng into the cargo box, locked it from the outside, and sat in the passenger seat.

The cargo van drove away and disappeared on the path of Baxianling.

The gunmen who stayed in place breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly found that the gangsters of the Sanlian Gang actually took out their police ID cards:

"Put down your weapons! We are the Royal Hong Kong Police!"

Xiao Ma Ge was the first to squat down with his head in his hands, throwing his pistol aside.

The gunmen looked at each other, quickly threw away their pistols, and squatted down with their heads in their hands, just like Xiao Ma Ge.

With only a few thousand dollars a month, what's the point of playing with your life?

Besides, it’s just illegal possession of a gun, and the maximum sentence is a few years in prison.

Shoot the sir?

Isn't that just seeking death?

Most of Yao Ji’s gunmen are veterans in the workplace. Can we expect them to fight to the death?

Huang Xiao took Tan Cheng hostage and returned to Yaoji Financial Company and went straight to the general manager's office. The office was decorated very luxuriously, with a large desk, a small computer, a money tree, and a statue of the God of Wealth. The most eye-catching thing was a painting on the wall, which seemed to be Monet's Water Lilies.

Tan Cheng cooperated very well in opening the safe, which contained only a few million Hong Kong dollars.

"Haha, you dare to lie to me? Where's the tens of millions you mentioned? Where's the money?"

Huang Xiao held a gun to Tan Cheng's head, and Tan Cheng begged for mercy:

"Rich, rich, rich"

Huang Xiao didn't believe it: "Where's the money?"

Tan Cheng: "The money is in the bank. There is a deposit certificate in the safe! And the company account book!"

Huang Xiao finally got what he wanted. With this, he could convict Yao Yutong, as for the source of the goods behind it.

Bang bang bang bang~~

Suddenly, bullets shot out from the painting on the wall and headed straight for Huang Xiao’s head!

Huang Xiao couldn't help but pick up Tan Cheng and use Tan Cheng as a meat shield.

Puff～～Puff～～Bang～～

Tan Cheng was shot several times, the last shot hit him in the forehead. The bullet came out from the back of his head, and his brain matter, like tofu pudding, splashed all over Huang Xiao's face.

Tan Cheng is dead!

He was used as a shield by Yao Yutong during his lifetime and was used as a human shield during his death.

"Damn it! Killing someone in front of me? Don't you take me seriously?"

Huang Xiao immediately fought back.

Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang ~ The bullet penetrated the painting, and a "Ah" sound was heard, followed by a thud. The attacker seemed to have been shot and fell to the ground. The voice sounded like a woman.

Huang Xiao carefully climbed to the wall, reached out to pull down the hanging painting, and found that there was no wall behind it, but a glass window. Behind the window was another room with a computer in the room. The computer screen was playing the scene of Tan Cheng's office.

There is also an easel in the corner, and on it is an enlarged version of a hundred-dollar bill, full of details, and indistinguishable from the real thing!

A woman was shot and fell to the ground, her life or death unknown.

"What the hell? This woman is a painter? She can't be called a photocopier, right?"