A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

With six people on his side, Anjia Fei Wang Zuluo is not stingy. Hundreds of thousands are for ordinary gangsters. Five hundred thousand for these cronies who work with him is definitely not much if one of them dies.

Where does this money come from?

Of course it was shaved off boldly!

In a housing estate near the Meiwang parking lot, Ah Shi and the others were hiding in a small alley. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the sirens going away.

We found a small hotel and booked a room for four people. After entering the room, everyone collapsed on the floor.

Except for the one A Shi was holding, the other guy who was shot had been killed by others.

"Spare the money. It's not safe here. After dividing the money, we'll spread out and take shelter."

One of the guys took a few breaths and then offered to split the money.

Suddenly, everyone's spirits were lifted, and they all quietly held their pistols. While alert, they also stared greedily at the duffel bag.

Open the zipper and dump all the money on the ground. Stacks of large golden bulls covered the feet of several people. Under the dim light, these people could see nothing but money in their eyes.

"There's a fucking problem with money!" Just as everyone was immersed in piles of banknotes, a man exclaimed while holding a stack of Hong Kong dollars.

At this time, everyone came back to their senses and stared at the Hong Kong dollars in the hand of the shouter.

I saw this man breaking apart the stacks of banknotes. Except for the first and last layers, which were real money, the rest were all coins of a suitable size.

"Impossible!" Ah Shi's lips trembled, he reached out to pick up a stack of banknotes, and broke the money open with both hands. Sure enough, it was all full of ghost coins!

Twelve million is 120 stacks, and there are two real money on top and bottom of each stack, which adds up to 240,000. 240,000 divided equally among four people is not enough!

They offended the middlemen and buyers.

They rebelled midway and offended Bold. Not to mention Ah Shi, he still ran out with Bold behind his boss's back.

If they don't get the money and run away tonight, they won't survive tomorrow. No matter they are buyers with powerful firepower or bold and ruthless ones, they will not let them go...

So the room in the small hotel suddenly rang out with gunshots.

Kuai Fu Street, Mong Kok.

Several vans without license plates turned into the street and parked in front of nearby old apartments.

It's early in the morning, and there aren't many people wandering around on the streets. At the front desk of the apartment, the boss was dozing off in his chair. When he heard someone pushing the door open and ringing the bell on the door, he immediately woke up with a jolt.

"House costs two hundred a day. If you come here in the middle of the night, it counts as one day. You have to pay the rent for the next day at noon tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, the boss wished that he had not woken up at all just now.

I saw a dozen gangsters in suits and hoods rushing in with long guns in their hands.

Wang Zuluo walked up to the boss, raised the spray gun in his hand and put it on his head.

"Do you know what to do?"

The boss nodded immediately and said: "Don't worry, I don't have a monitor here, I didn't see anything..."

Wang Zuluo hit his boss on the head with a troll and said: "There is no monitor, but we don't trust you unless..."

He pointed at the empty bottle of liquor on the front desk in front of the boss, made a gesture to pick it up, and said, "You have to rely on yourself to be a good person, you know?"

The boss nodded quickly. "Yes, I know what to do."

He picked up the liquor bottle with trembling hands, wondering how to smash it so that he would faint without killing himself. But when he saw Wang Zuluo's hand pulling the sleeve, the boss didn't care whether he would bleed to death here. He closed his eyes and immediately raised the liquor bottle and hit his head.

He didn't faint even after several attempts. The sweat on the boss's face mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks and onto his chin.

Wang Zuluo had a dark look on his face. He felt that this boss was as unreliable as a fly. Can't you just pretend to be stunned after just hitting him a few times?

Why are you so persistent that you knock yourself out?

"Rabbit, help him!"

Wang Zuluo couldn't stand it anymore and winked at Aji.

Aji didn't say anything. He raised his submachine gun and hit the boss directly on the back of the head with the handle. This time, the boss really fainted.

Looking back at Da Bing who was pushed in, Wang Zuluo asked: "Which floor is it on?"

"It's on the fourth floor!" He pointed boldly in the direction above his head.

"Knock on the door and tell them that you have big business to discuss with them. Remember, if the door doesn't open, I will use the bomb on you to open it."

After saying that, Wang Zuluo arranged for a few people to go out and guard below to prevent others from running away.

"Brother Luo, although they are small in number, their marksmanship is extremely accurate. Can I hide behind them after opening the door?"

Da Dao begged Wang Zuluo quietly while going upstairs, but Wang Zuluo ignored him at all.

He had already asked from his bold mouth that the man named Brother Jiang only had two subordinates around him, and including him, there were only three people in total.

No matter how skilled they were, Wang Zuluo didn't believe that the three of them could fight back under the influence of more than a dozen submachine guns.

"They have an AK..." Bold was still writing, Wang Zuluo went up and hit him with the butt of his gun, knocking him staggering.

Soon, we arrived on the fourth floor. Wang Zuluo arranged for several of his men to guard the window at the end of the corridor, and also had people hold their hands on the two doors near Brother Jiang's room.

There are rooms on only one side of the corridor, so there is no opposite door, otherwise Wang Zuluo would definitely arrange for someone to guard it.

Boldly walked back to the door of the room three times in one step. Wang Zuluo saw that he was still ink-stained, so he raised the rope in his hand that was connected to the grenade ring on Boldly's body.

The meaning is obvious, that is, he will pull the grenade off his body and blow open the door without knocking.

Boldly raised his hand and knocked on the door with a grimace, shouting: "Ajiang, I am boldly. I have contacted a buyer who can buy jewelry at a price of 23%."

Brother Jiang in the room woke up when there was a knock on the door, came to the door and put his ear to the door to listen.

After more than ten seconds, Brother Jiang confirmed that there was nothing abnormal and then opened the door.

Wang Zuluo heard the door handle of the room next to Da Dao's room turning. He narrowed his eyes, squatted on the ground and slowly moved over.

The policeman guarding the place silently raised his gun and pointed it at the door.

"Bold, here, we changed rooms...fuck!"

Brother Jiang was not prepared for Da Da to attack him. Otherwise, A Shi and Da Da went out for several hours and did not come back, and he would not be without suspicion.

Opening the door, he suddenly saw a dozen men in suits and hoods squatting at the door, pointing guns at him. Brother Jiang's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately wanted to hide back in the room.

But no matter how fast he was, he was still not as fast as the troll. Wang Zuluo knew that his marksmanship was not good, so he chose the troll.

There is no master who can't be killed by one shot to the face. If there is, then use two shots.

But Brother Luo was different. Brother Luo directly emptied the bullets in the gun. The first two shots were aimed at Brother Jiang, and the rest were shot past Brother Jiang and onto the bed in the room.

At this time, several bullet holes suddenly appeared on the door in front of Daring. It was Brother Jiang's companion in the room who heard the gunshots outside and fired at the door.

Boldly covered his neck and took a few steps back, leaning against the corridor wall and slowly falling.

The gangsters guarding both sides of the door immediately pulled the trigger and fired a burst of fire at the door.

Four submachine guns were fired on both sides, directly beating the door and Brother Jiang's companions inside into a hornet's nest.

Wang Zuluo asked his younger brother to go into Brother Jiang's room and refill the guns one by one before he walked in.

As for the other room, other men kicked in the door and went in to check.

The rooms in the small hotel are not big. When you open the door, you will find an open space of less than one square meter sandwiched between the door and the double bed.

Brother Jiang was lying on the open space in front of the room, and a figure holding a gun fell on the bed.

Damn it, when you open the door, one person is on guard and the other is coming. Isn't it obvious that you don't believe in boldness?