A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Brother Kun, my injury is not healed yet..."

Shaqiang's head was wrapped with gauze. When it was delivered yesterday, he saw double images of people.

"If you don't go, why should I go?" Liangkun threw the phone in his hand at Shaqiang, but he stretched the wound on his stomach and immediately inhaled hissingly.

Tony struck out in anger, not to mention that Liangkun couldn't defend himself. Even if it were Stallone, he would probably have to lie down for a few days after receiving this blow.

"Doctor, doctor...my eldest brother is dying..." Shaqiang was startled. If his eldest brother couldn't breathe and died here, then their subordinates would definitely be unlucky.

How can they still look cool without their beautiful hood?

Jiang Tiansheng will definitely send someone over to take over Liangkun's property. By then, let alone auditioning for movie heroines, even they will have to make small movies.

Soon, several doctors and police officers from the joint case handling team at the door rushed in, put Jingkun down in a hurry, and then began to attach instruments for examination.

Ten minutes later, the relieved police officers from the joint case investigation team retreated outside the door again, and Liangkun also regained his composure.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely do what you arrange!"

Seeing that his elder brother was about to speak, Shaqiang was not really stupid and immediately promised to get him back safely.

Liangkun nodded and closed his eyes tiredly. His hoarse voice sounded hoarse than usual: "Bring a few more people over, find Mad Dog Luo to buy a group of guys, and take them back to the film company. Remember, don't make any mistakes. Got it!"

Silly Qiang nodded, and then took the people out to do things.

The police officers from the joint case investigation team outside the door just looked at Shaqiang and had no intention of stopping him from leaving.

They were only responsible for keeping an eye on Liangkun to prevent him from being killed and silenced by those Vietnamese boys. At this time, the joint case investigation team was convinced that Liangkun was not telling the truth and that there was definitely something going on between him and the Vietnamese.

But now that Liangkun doesn't say anything, they can only adopt this stupid method. Keep an eye on the other party, and one day the other party will reveal clues.

As for Liangkun’s men….

That's the job of my colleagues in the anti-gang unit.

Dasha went back to pick up the people, and then drove all the way to a restaurant in Tai Kok Tsui. They had already made an appointment on the way.

"Pistols, all American. Each one is carefully calibrated."

Wang Zuluo took an M1911 to demonstrate to Shaqiang, wiped the gun oil on it with his fingers, and stretched it out in front of the opponent.

"American-made pistols, according to the market price, are each 50,000, and they only give you ten bullets. But given the relationship between me and Brother Kun, I only charge 30,000, and I also give you three full magazines of bullets. How about that?"

Shaqiang took the gun and carefully felt the gun oil outside, pulled the slide a few more times, then nodded and said:

"Brother Luo is indeed a very particular person. I want all these pistols!"

Wang Zuluo nodded and began to confuse again: "A pistol alone is not enough, just like the scene yesterday. Oh, bullets are flying everywhere, how can a pistol be enough?"

As he spoke, Wang Zuluo took out another submachine gun from the box.

"India's military products are useless and can be used in any way. This gun can be used and passed on to your son!"

Silly Qiang quickly put down the pistol in his hand, took the submachine gun and started playing with it. This is great, much more powerful than a pistol.

"There are only ten submachine guns. I'll give you three full magazines of bullets. Each one costs 80,000 yuan without any negotiation."

Wang Zuluo frowned a little when he saw Shaqiang, and immediately put his arm around the other person's shoulders and said: "The submachine gun is free, but you have to help me get a batch of movie equipment."

"I also need talents such as directors, set managers, lighting, etc. These submachine guns are worth 800,000. You can get them back as long as you do a favor. What a deal?"

Silly Qiang is just nicknamed Silly Qiang, it does not mean that he is really stupid. Movie equipment is much more expensive than 800,000 yuan, and even four 800,000 yuan is not enough.

"Brother Luo, I'm just a horse boy. I can't get these things. You can lower the price and we can buy these submachine guns with cash..."

Before Shaqiang finished speaking, Wang Zuluo exerted force on his hand, causing Shaqiang to swallow the rest of his words in pain.

"I won't let you get out of the equipment. I told you to help with your hands..."

"Hong Tai Baorong has a small film company in Mong Kok. He usually shoots some salty and wet movies and sells them for takeout under your brother Kun's brand. Don't tell me you don't know about this?"

Hung Tai Pao Wing has recently been dealing with Big D in Tsuen Wan due to a series of blows. The old guy Chen Mei has asked him to take people back to Mong Kok several times, but he has always refused.

Because he was short of money, he thought of film companies that he had previously looked down on. So I also learned Liangkun's technique and asked the director of this company to make salty and wet films and sell them.

But the salty and wet film business in Mong Kok is almost monopolized by Liang Kun. Not to mention that he, a small and unknown film company, has no sales channels at all.

So Baorong asked people in the company to find external packaging factories, copy the Qiankun Film and Television Company's trademark, and then sell them on the street.

Don't ask Brother Luo how he knew.

The factory that the film company found to produce outer packaging was the same small factory that Brother Luo took over when he took over Weilong's finance.

The outer packaging of Liangkun salty wet tablets is produced here. It is not a trouble at all to print a few more and sell them to Baorong's company.

"Recently, there are indeed some crudely made salty and wet tablets sold in bulk under the brand name of Brother Kun. It turns out they are from Hong Taibaorong."

Because the shipment volume is small and scattered, Liangkun has been unable to catch anyone, so Liangkun still doesn't know that it is Hongtai's people who are copying.

"So, we have a win-win cooperation. Think about it, you got a submachine gun without spending any money. You just used your hands to crack down on the pirates who ruined Liangkun's brand, and by the way, you took over the channels they opened up."

"In this case, you have won three times. As for me, I will suffer some losses and only win once."

Shaqiang finally nodded to sign the deal this time, feeling in his heart that Brother Luo was really a righteous man. Not only are the weapons cheap, they are all genuine foreign goods, and not a single one is a parallel import processed in a small workshop on Hong Kong Island.

The price is fair and comes with a lot of bullets. Others sell guns, a Black Star costs 30,000 yuan, and only gives ten bullets.

But Brother Luo is different. Genuine foreign products are sold at the same price as the Black Star pistol, and they also come with three full magazines, which is 24 bullets.

It's a pity that Brother Luo is not a demolisher who specializes in selling arms, otherwise he would have introduced more people to Brother Luo to buy guns.

After fooling Shaqiang away, Wang Zuluo breathed a sigh of relief.

Those World War II pistols alone made back the money I spent on buying guns from the dead dwarf. It doesn't matter if those submachine guns are given to Shaqiang.

Now that I can exchange those unreliable old firearms for the film company equipment that I urgently need, this transaction is not a loss at all.

Taking out the phone, Wang Zuluo called Shensha directly and asked him to wash up Ma Ye so that when he got off the boat, he didn't look like a tycoon on the Thai-Myanmar border.

"Okay Brother Luo, I understand."

Shensha hung up the phone and looked at Ma Tianshou, who was sitting in the cabin without saying a word, with a smile.

"Master Ma, you have a good wife. She begged our boss to let you go, and our boss agreed."

Hearing that Sasaki Miho came to redeem himself, Ma Tianshou's eyes finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

"It's a pity that your subordinates don't know how to show mercy. As soon as you arrived in Hong Kong Island, the man named Fei Rong betrayed you and colluded with the Vietnamese gang to hunt down your wife..."

"How is Miho?" Ma Tianshou suddenly rushed to the door and asked anxiously through the hatch.

"She's fine. She was rescued by our boss, and we agreed to do business together."

Shensha handed in two lunch boxes from the vent above the cabin door, containing roast goose rice.

"Master Ma, why do you want to listen to Hong Tai and come to trouble our boss?"

Shensha shook his head, mentally repeated what Brother Luo taught him, and then continued:

"Your subordinate named Bai Zhao is already disobeying the command because someone has a gun in his hand."

"Otherwise, your wife wouldn't have been hunted down, and there wouldn't even be any support. If she hadn't gone to Bai Zha's hiding place yesterday, I don't know if Bai Zha would have taken action..."

After provoking the relationship between Mr. Ma and his men, Shensha said: "Eat quickly, and I will take you ashore after eating. From now on, we will already have a cooperative relationship. When I go to Thailand, you have to entertain me well. .”

Mr. Ma had no time to talk to Shensha, and was enjoying the roasted goose rice.

Although he was not tortured too much during this period, Master Ma did not have a good impression of Wang Zuluoke at all.

Especially because for some unknown reason, these guys suddenly became interested in his background and refused to feed him until he told them, causing him to starve for a day and a half.

While eating, Mr. Ma glanced at Sha Sha and remembered this guy's appearance deeply in his heart.

Just wait, when you go to Thailand, I will definitely let you taste how it feels to starve to death.

cooperate?

Huh, even if I cooperate with Tiaozi, I won't cooperate with you people.

When I go back, I will definitely send gunmen over to kill your boss first, and then take you back to Thailand to starve to death!

Cursing hard in his heart, Mr. Ma's appetite improved a lot.

In the evening, the fishing boat began to sail towards the shore near Sai Kung, and parked the fishing boat before the appointed time.

"Master Ma, we will meet again later!"

Shensha smiled and handed a suitcase to Ma Tianshou, which contained hundreds of thousands of small Hong Kong dollars with non-consecutive numbers, which was regarded as an apology to Ma Tianshou.

Ma Tianshou didn't speak, he just stood on the deck and took a deep breath.

Then he jumped on a small boat and sailed towards the beach not far away.

After being imprisoned for so many days, Ma Tianshou was a blessing in disguise. At least Interpol had completely lost his whereabouts.

When he arrived at the beach, Ma Tianshou carried his suitcase and prepared to go to the city to settle down for the night. Then he would buy a mobile phone tomorrow and contact Bai Zhao and them.

He holds Bai Zha's military expenses in his hands, and he doesn't believe that Bai Zha dares to betray him.

After walking for a while, I just saw the outline of the road not far from the beach. Suddenly, a row of car lights came on, making Ma Tianshou unable to open his eyes.

"Hong Xing Liangkun's subordinate is stupid and strong, and he is here to welcome Mr. Ma as a guest at Qiankun Film and Television Company!"