Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 31 This time you are in disaster!

PS: I missed a chapter in the morning, only to find out, make up~~~
........................................................................

The space of the tattoo parlor is not very big, just two rooms and one living room. The living room has been changed into a studio. There are many tattoo designs on the walls. There are various wind chimes hanging everywhere in the room, and a large tank is also kept. Tropical Fish.

From the decoration, it can reflect another side of the owner's heart, maybe not as irritable as it looks on the surface, but with a sensitive and fragile heart.

On the sofa facing the door, sat a man as strong as an iron pier. His skin exposed outside his tight T-shirt was covered with large tattoos, and he was smoking a pipe.
Hearing the sound of wind chimes, the man said without raising his eyelids: "It's closed, come back tomorrow."

"Wang Zhe, the champion of the island's martial arts fighting and capturing group."

Lin Jiajun sat on the sofa opposite the man, looked at the furnishings in the room, and finally his eyes fell on a large tank of tropical fish, and said with a smile: "If you read correctly, this tank of fish costs at least [-] yuan. It looks like a tattoo. Sure enough, it is very profitable, no wonder you quit the martial arts world at your peak."

The former capture king of Hong Kong Island, Wang Zhe, took the pipe away from the corner of his mouth,

Raising his head, he glanced fiercely at the three uninvited guests in front of him. At the same time, he stretched out a finger covered with thick calluses, and easily pressed the sparks,
"Callus can grow on fingers, this is the first time I've seen it, it really is a real grasping master." Lin Jiajun sincerely admired it.

Compared with fists, the skin of fingers is relatively tender, and the metabolism is faster, so it is difficult to develop calluses. The calluses of Wang Zhe's fingers have reached the point where it is easy to crush Mars without pain. It can be seen that his kung fu has not pull down.

Wang Zhe also narrowed his eyes, stared at Lin Jiajun, and said arrogantly: "Whether you are a policeman or a young and Dangerous kid, this place only has tattoos. If you want to cause trouble, you have come to the wrong place!"

"Hi Mr. Wang, we are West Kowloon..."

Among the three, Fei Bo, who looked the most like a policeman, showed his ID card as usual, and then explained the whole thing concisely and clearly, saying: "We hope you can leave here temporarily and hide in other places. If we don't Don't show up until you catch Feng Yuxiu."

"Choose, are your police officers crazy? Wu Chi kills someone? Just say that Dongfang Bubai is here to kill me!"

As expected, Wang Zhe didn't believe it at all, and didn't feel any crisis at all. Instead, he looked contemptuous and sneered: "No wonder Hong Kong Island is full of young and dangerous people, because you policemen are taking taxpayers' money and not doing business!"

Wang Zhe's reaction was not surprising.

Aside from his character, it's hard for normal people to believe such things. There is no grievance or hatred, and they don't know each other at all. How could a "martial arts master" come out to kill him?

Even if it is a martial arts sparring, there is no need to kill someone,
Besides, he has been out of the martial arts world for a long time, and he has not been in contact with people in the martial arts world for a long time. In addition, he has a withdrawn personality and doesn't deal with people very much. He has never even heard of the names 'Tan Jingyao' and 'Mai Rongen'.
"Mr. Wang, if you have any difficulties or requests, you can discuss them." Fei Bo said gently.

Wang Zhe waved his hands impatiently: "I'll let you eat shit, will you go? Pick it up, crazy line! Get out! I don't welcome scribblers here!"

"Mr. Wang, you are really dangerous now." Fei Bo tried hard to persuade.

"As I said, you are not welcome here, you have to get a search warrant, or get out!" Wang Zhe's attitude was even tougher, completely ignoring the imminent danger.

It's still the old routine, some people sing red face, some people sing bad face, this time it's changed,

After Fei Bo finished his good words, Lin Jiajun's face sank, he took out his ID from his pocket, and said with a businesslike look: "I am Lin Jiajun, Sergeant of the West Kowloon Police Station, and behind me is Senior Inspector Liang Jianbo. Now we It is suspected that you are related to a drug case, please return to the police station to assist us in our investigation."

The tone is exactly the same as the high-ranking and powerful policemen in the movie.

Today's police are not like Lei Luo's era, they can arrest people into the mission hall and beat them up at every turn.

However, the police have the routine and wisdom of the police. If they are really as simple as a little white rabbit, how can they fight against those vicious and cunning criminals?
Lin Jiajun and Fei Bo have cooperated for a long time, some things don't need to be said clearly, they have a very tacit understanding and know each other's mind.

"Choose! You're fucking me!"

Sure enough, Wang Zhe became angry immediately, pressed his hands on the coffee table, and leaned forward suddenly, almost face to face with Lin Jiajun, with a heavy breath blowing towards him.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhou Xingxing pulled out his gun almost subconsciously,
The electric gun of the traffic police looks exactly the same as the .[-], so it can definitely scare people.

Holding guns in both hands, posing in a horse stance, aiming at Wang Zhe in the most standard posture, warning loudly: "Assaulting the police is a felony, I can kill you on the spot! Please cooperate!"

Wang Zhe has violent tendencies, and when he was robbed and pointed at, he became very angry.
According to statistics, the majority of people with violent tendencies actually lack a sense of security in their hearts.

Zhou Xingxing's action turned Wang Zhe into a furry cat.

"Choose, cooperate with your mother!"

I didn't see how he exerted his strength. It was as if a spring had been installed on his whole body. He suddenly got up from behind the coffee table and rushed towards Zhou Xingxing.

Before Zhou Xingxing could pull the trigger, Wang Zhe used a very clever capture method to take away Zhou Xingxing's gun.

Zhou Xingxing: "..."

His colleague's gun was taken away, not only was Fei Bo not nervous at all, but he patted Zhou Xingxing's shoulder leisurely, and said with a smile: "Ah Xing, the people from the Flying Tigers are mighty and mighty. However, the handling of the case seems to be more one-sided.

Now you are in big trouble. Losing your gun is a serious dereliction of duty. Let alone downgrade!Are you a sheriff or senior constable now? "

Then, Lin Jiajun followed suit, and said calmly, "Mr. Wang, you are in even greater trouble. You don't need me to tell you what the crime is for robbing the police with a gun?"

"Stop doing this!"

Although Wang Zhe has violent tendencies, he is not a murderer. An angry Zhou Xingxing threw his gun on the sofa: "There is surveillance installed here, don't try to blackmail me."

"No one wants to bully you. If you are honest and obey the law, no one can bully you."

Lin Jiajun sniffed his nose lightly, but deliberately made a big noise,

From the moment he entered the door, he could smell the smell from a pipe in the air,

In the aroma of ordinary tobacco, there are some special smells,

After smoking for more than ten years, this little difference can be easily distinguished.

Wang Zhe, who saw the other party deliberately making exaggerated movements to smell the smell, finally showed a little nervousness for the first time.

"I smoke it myself, isn't it illegal?"

"Of course it's not illegal, but it's a contraband. As long as it's more than a certain amount found in your search, plus you snatched the gun just now... tsk tsk tsk..."

"Detention for 48 hours is a must. If you can't find out within 48 hours, you can be transferred to prison for detention. In this case, unless a royal lawyer comes forward, it will be difficult to win the lawsuit." Fei Bo said in harmony.

Lin Jiajun spread his hands indifferently: "Mr. Wang, as for me, I have never liked to force others to hide by myself, or go to Stanley and go to jail, you choose one."

After speaking, he picked up the gun on the sofa and threw it to Zhou Xingxing.

"Ah Xing, Pinggun helped you find it, remember to owe me a favor."

Zhou Xingxing: "..."

(End of this chapter)