Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 6 Do you want to play so exciting?

02:30am.

Yan Tak Hospital, West Kowloon, underground morgue.

A security guard who was dozing off in the corridor was suddenly awakened by the sound of strong footsteps.
He raised his head suddenly and saw a young man with a cold and handsome face walking towards the morgue from the corridor with a gloomy expression.

Wearing a dark green windbreaker, stepping on military boots, and opening the tight-fitting military vest under the windbreaker, he outlines a clear line of muscles like chisels.

His eyes were even more fierce, like a wolf in the wilderness.

Stared at by the man's eyes, the security guard felt chills all over his body, but out of duty, he stood up bravely to stop him:
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? It's not allowed here..."

Before the security guard could finish his sentence, a pair of sharp triangular military thorns appeared in the young man's palm, piercing through the security guard's throat like lightning.

The security guard's wound was bleeding profusely. He staggered a few steps, leaned his back against the wall, and slowly slipped and fell to the ground. This kind of wound caused by military stabs banned by the United Nations is extremely difficult to heal. Convulsed and died.

Hearing the movement, the other three security guards in the morgue rushed out at the same time. They were shocked to see the bloody scene in front of them.
"Hey!"

"what are you doing!"

"stop!"

At the same time, he waved his baton and rushed towards the man.

The man's footsteps did not stop at all, striding forward,

Swiping, two cold lights flashed, and two Kong Wu's powerful security guards were instantly killed by the army stabbing.

The man grabbed the last surviving security guard by the neck, dragged him into the morgue like a dead dog, threw it aside, and asked in a cold tone, "Where is Wang Jianguo's body?"

"Number...number...eighth..."

The man opened the No. [-] morgue, opened the zipper of the body bag, and a face that was more or less similar to him appeared in front of him.

There is a bullet eye between the eyebrows, a new injury;

There is also a bullet hole in the right chest, an old injury.

Seeing this face, the man's expression was as indifferent as ice, revealing a rare tenderness,

The years of being dependent on each other and the age of wars, flashed before my eyes like a picture.

The man in the closet is his own younger brother, who once blocked a shot for him on the battlefield,
Since then, he has sworn that he will never let anyone shoot his brother again.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely send the person who killed you to accompany you."

Set up the solemn Flag again!

I didn't see how hard he was, but he just lifted it casually, and the corpse weighing more than 100 kilograms was easily dragged out and rested on his shoulders.

"Sir...the dead cannot be brought back to life...you can't take the corpse away, it's not good for the dead..." the security guard said tremblingly while hiding in the corner.

The man glanced at him and said,
He took out a roll of Hong Kong dollars with a denomination of [-] yuan and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
"This is your settlement fee."

Before the security guard could react, the Triangle Army stab pierced his jaw, straight into his cerebellum, and also pierced the money stuffed in his mouth.

The action is crisp and neat, killing with one move.

The corpse opened its eyes wide and slowly slid to the ground.
The man pulled out his military thorn and walked outside,
As soon as he walked out of the morgue, a group of uniformed policemen poured into the corridor, and they drew their guns at him across the corridor more than ten meters away.

"hands up!"

"Squat down!"

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04:30am.

Lin Jiajun has fully mastered the operation and installation methods of this new monitoring system, and also learned some simple maintenance,

It was too late, Azu couldn't go back, so he went to find a guest room on the second floor to sleep,

Fei Bo slept in the hall, snoring like thunder,

Lin Jiajun couldn't sleep either, so he sat on the sofa and adjusted the monitoring.

The screen keeps switching,

In the backyard, two military uniforms are smoking;

In the swimming pool, two uniforms are smoking;

At the door, a soldier in uniform is smoking;

Room 1, no one, 2 no one, 3 Azu sleeping naked, 456... no one,
master bedroom.

Yang Qian'er was wearing a pair of close-fitting and smooth silk pajamas, lying on the big round bed without a quilt. The pajamas showed off her convex and concave body curves at a glance.

Lin Jiajun smiled, no wonder he was so old that he still asked her to take pictures of Wan Niang,

Among the many actresses, this one is not the most beautiful, nor is she necessarily the best figure. The facial features may be a bit 'rough' when viewed separately, but together, they are indeed full of femininity.
Especially at the current age, it is simply a peach that can drip water.

After peeping for a while, I was about to switch channels and go to sleep.
Yang Qian'er, who was on the bed, opened her mouth and yawned, as if she had woken up, got off the bed, walked to the window, turned her back to the monitor, and stretched a long way.

Under the perspective effect of moonlight, the silk pajamas became almost completely transparent, and the scenery inside could be clearly seen.

Azu is an honest businessman,

Sure enough, even Mao could see clearly.

At this moment, Yang Qian'er on the screen seemed to feel something, turned back and smiled in the direction of the monitor.

"boring!"

Lin Jiajun yawned, turned off the monitor, and fell asleep.

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Early the next morning, Lin Jiajun felt a dull pain in his back before he woke up.

I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror. It was blue and purple, and a large area was swollen under the left shoulder blade.

"Yesterday, you were so brave. You hugged the beautiful girl and slid down the stairs. Do you know how powerful you are today? Damn, it's thanks to you for doing such an exaggerated movement. Do you really think you are Jackie Chan?"

Fei Bo magically took out a bottle of bone-setting wine, pointed at the sofa and said, "Lie down, I'll give you a massage to reduce the swelling."

"Thank you, Brother Bo." Lin Jiajun took off his tight vest, revealing a full body of muscular body, first made a stretch, and then lay down on the sofa,
Clap clap... clap clap...

Fei Bo, a veteran police officer, has experienced a lot of fights and is very good at bone setting, massage, and general trauma treatment. With his two fat hands full of medicinal wine, he made a rhythmic sound behind Lin Jiajun,
"Don't worry, there is no major problem. With my invincible dragon gripper, the bruise will dissipate in two or three days. However, you fell heavily yesterday, and there may be some bone fractures. Don't use too much force recently and do strenuous exercise."

Lin Jiajun snorted comfortably and said, "Brother Bo, your photos are really cool. When you were young, did you work part-time in a massage parlor?"

"Stinky boy, I worked so hard to heal your wounds, and you still made fun of me, so I won't help you anymore, the medicinal wine is on the table, you can handle it yourself!" Fei Bo cursed with a smile, and threw the medicinal wine on the table.

Lin Jiajun turned his head helplessly: "It hurts in the back, how can I fix it?"

"I don't care how you handle it. It's worth dying for being so active in protecting pretty girls."

Fei Bo said loudly on purpose, then pouted upstairs.

I saw Yang Qian'er had woken up at some point, wearing the silk pajamas that fitted her very well last night, leaning against the corner of the second floor, with her arms around her, looking at the scene downstairs with all sorts of flair.

Seeing that Lin Jiajun discovered her existence, Yang Qian'er seemed to have no intention of leaving. Instead, she pressed forward and watched Lin Jiajun's body with great interest.

"Miss Yang, I'm a policeman, not a gigolo. If you look at me like this, should I be charged?"

Yang Qian'er shrugged: "It's hard to see such a good figure, so you can set a price."

Lin Jiajun buried his head in the pillow of the sofa, "Forget it, it's cheap for you, don't stand there stupidly, come down and help."

"Okay!" Yang Qian'er held up the hem of her skirt and trotted downstairs. She sat on the edge of the sofa and poured the medicinal wine into the palm of her hand like Fei Bo did just now.

But he didn't know how to do it, as if surrendering, he held up two hands that were rubbed with essential oils, and asked uncertainly: "I... I'm not very good at it, how should I press it?"

"Rub the wound clockwise until it becomes hot."

"Oh."

After a few minutes.

"Ms. Yang, why don't you go have some breakfast first to replenish your strength? With such force, you won't feel hot even at night."

"Oh...then I should be stronger?"

"Yeah. Make it harder, I can bear it."

Another few minutes passed.

"Miss Yang, you don't need to press your whole body up with more force, I just have a broken bone, I can easily be broken into a broken bone by you!"

"Where are people so fat?"

"Forget it, I'll call the guy at the door to come in and help."

"Okay, okay, I'll try again."

The two were adjusting their massage positions downstairs when Billy Boy in bear pajamas appeared from the second floor, yawning and sleepy,
Seeing the scene downstairs, he immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone:

"Wow! Undressing and fighting in the early morning, do you want to be so exciting?! Aunt, Brother Jun, please, there are children in this house, okay?"

(End of this chapter)