A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, just do the work."

Wuying ignored Qixi, turned around, got into the van and left.

Qixi looked at Wuying's back and spoke to the ground.

"Boss, are we really going to bury these things in Macau?"

After a subordinate waited for the van to disappear, he asked Qixi: "Why don't we just throw it into the sea halfway."

"Fart, Mad Dog Luo said that the other half of the money was given by the contact person in Macau. They went to sea halfway and asked your mother for the other half of the money?"

After glaring at this unobtrusive subordinate, Qixi cursed and walked into the cabin.

The fishing boat then sailed towards Macau. More than an hour later, the fishing boat had docked near a remote location in Macau.

At this time, the sky was already getting bright, and his men woke up Qixi and informed him that he had arrived.

"Call the contact person and get the corpse freight shipped by the way!"

After stretching, Qixi walked to the deck and directed his men to move four bags ashore.

Opening the zipper, one of the men found the money wrapped with two daggers.

Qixi took it with a cigarette in her mouth and found that in order to get the money, she had to hold two daggers and tear off the tape.

“It’s such a hassle to adjust the shipping fare, what a waste!”

It was the rule to open the coffin at the shore, and it was unlucky for the body to get wet on the boat. This was why Qixi and the others did not take money while they were on their way.

Holding the dagger and tearing it hard, with a swipe sound, the tape was torn open, revealing a stack of Hong Kong dollars inside.

"Boss, I got through, but no one answered!"

One of his subordinates held up his mobile phone and shouted to Qixi.

"If you can't get through, keep fighting. Maybe you overslept."

Qixi didn't care at all. After pocketing the Hong Kong dollars, he was ready to throw the dagger directly into the sea to save the bloody dagger from causing trouble in the future.

My subordinate called several more times, and finally the call was answered: "We're here, hurry up and bring the balance to collect the body!"

But there was no answer on the phone. I thought the signal was not good, so I called again...

Suddenly, a dozen Macau uniformed policemen suddenly emerged from the woods on the shore, panting and rushing over in a semi-encirclement formation.

"Don't move, put down your weapon, raise your hands and squat on the spot!"

The leading captain pointed his gun at Qixi and shouted loudly for him to throw away the dagger in his hand.

Qixi was startled and dropped the cigarette in her mouth.

His route to and from Macau is not fixed, and the time depends on when there is business. How could he be blocked by a note?

Without answering the note, Qixi ran towards where his fishing boat was parked.

It's already this time, who the hell is still listening to the bullshit that the other party is saying while squatting on the spot with hands raised? Run away first.

"Bang!" Qixi staggered, and then touched the spot where his chest was penetrated by the bullet in disbelief.

Finally, he fell forward and fell directly to the ground. He twitched a few times and stopped moving.

When the remaining men who were following Qixi saw this, they quickly stopped and squatted down with their hands raised.

Just kidding, if you are caught, you will be jailed at most, and if you are lucky, you will be deported to Hong Kong. But what if you disobey and follow in the footsteps of your boss Qixi?

The officer who fired the gun put down his gun, took his cell phone out of his pants pocket, and hung up.

That's right, Qixi's call was to this Macau police officer.

"Captain, there are four corpses here, all killed with daggers."

A uniformed policeman ran to the bag, looked at it, and shouted something.

"Handcuff them all. Murder and burial is a big case. Our reward will be doubled this time."

The police officer chuckled, came to Qixi who was rushing to the street, took out an evidence bag, and put two daggers in it.

Then he dug around Qixi's body, found the stack of Hong Kong dollars and put them into his arms.

"Captain, can't we convict them just like this?"

A young uniformed policeman said hesitantly.

The happy-looking uniformed police officers around them suddenly stopped smiling and stared at the disappointed young police officer.

"Were those four bodies murdered?"

The police officer pointed to the body in the bag and asked the young police officer.

The young police officer nodded, but still looked at the officer.

"Was the dagger held in this street's hand before?"

Looking at the colleagues gathered around him, the young police officer nodded hesitantly.

"Then the case is closed now. The body, the murderer, the physical evidence are all there, and oh yes, there are also witnesses."

Speaking of this, the police officer looked at Qixi's men squatting on the ground and asked, "I received news from an informant before that someone was killing people and burying corpses, so I came here."

"There is only one informant among you, do you know who it is?"

The group of Qixi's men looked at each other, and suddenly the boy who made the call raised his cell phone very conspicuously and shouted: "I am the informant, I am the one who made the call!"

The police officer nodded with satisfaction, pointed at Qixi's body and asked, "Is this the one who jumped on the street to kill someone and bury the body?"

"Yes, that's him, I saw him murder someone!"

The younger brother didn't hesitate and immediately answered.

Just kidding, looking at the behavior of these police officers now, it is obvious that they want to crucify Qixi and kill people and bury their bodies to make meritorious deeds. How could he say no without opening his eyes?

"You are committing perjury!" The young police officer couldn't stand listening anymore and immediately shouted.

The police officer suddenly turned around and kicked the opponent to the ground.

He picked up a stone and hit the other person's head hard, several times in a row, and the young police officer's body stopped moving.

"Police officer 30xxx was a little impulsive and ran ahead to catch the thief. He died tragically at the hands of the thief."

"And I, Inspector Chen Ziqiang, led you to successfully kill the gangster and avenge my colleagues."

As Chen Ziqiang spoke, he took off his hat and observed a moment of silence for his colleagues who unfortunately died.

Soon, he raised his head again, looked at the remaining Qixi men, waved to his own people, and said: "I said all the gangsters were killed, didn't you hear me? Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the uniformed policemen raised their guns and pulled the triggers on several Qixi men squatting on the ground.

"Hey, Brother Na? The matter is done...Thank you Brother Na for the tip..."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ziqiang walked to the bag containing the body, squatted down and began to inspect it.

He quickly found a check from the fat corpse's coat pocket, stood up again, and put the check into his pocket.

"Aluo, it's done. Don't come to me next time for such a small matter. I'm very busy..."

Wang Zuluo was lying in a hotel in Ladies Street, resting with Asu in his arms, when he received a call from Luo Weila.

"Don't make fun of me. You must say this is a trivial matter in Macau. I am in Hong Kong and my hands are not that long."

Wang Zuluo turned over and sat up, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Lin Guangjie has returned to Hong Kong Island. Help me pay more attention to this boy. I don't want his eldest brother and your boss Lin Weilong to die early because of this idiot..."

After exchanging a few words, Lowe said this.

"Brother Na, I am just a minor player under Brother Weilong. How dare I interfere with the prince's affairs?"

Wang Zuluo refused directly with a smile. He didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

It would be very troublesome if he, the younger brother, got involved in other people's family affairs.

Brother Luo hates trouble the most.

"Many people have come to Macau during this period. Your name, Mad Dog Luo, is ringing in my ears. If you can't do it, who can suppress Lin Guangjie?"

"Is it relying on that idiot Ah Rong?"

Luo Weina's voice was filled with emotion. When he heard the news about Wang Zuluo a few months ago, it was Lin Weilong who had murderous intentions towards Wang Zuluo.

A few months later I heard about Wang Zuluo, and he was already famous in Mong Kok.

If he hadn't received this news, he, Luo Weina, would not have personally called Wang Zuluo to ask if he could help.

The matter of cheating Qixi was the starting point for the cooperation between the two parties, and it was also something Luo Weina tried his best to promote.

Wang Zuluo certainly welcomed the opportunity to meet such a foreign aid.

As for Qixi... He offended Brother Luo twice. Brother Luo is very generous to live for so long.

Even if there was no fat corpse, Wang Zuluo would find other reasons to ask Qixi to go to Macau to give it to Luo Wei to solve it.

To be honest, Luo Wei felt that this person was affectionate and righteous, but he also placed too much emphasis on friendship, otherwise he would not have died in revenge for Lin Weilong.

"I have advised your old boss Lin Weilong many times not to continue to cooperate with the Japanese red tiger, but he didn't listen."

"He always complained that he made too little money from smuggling arms to the Middle East. But if you were caught smuggling rocket fuel, you would be dead."

Luo Wei's words made Wang Zuluo become silent. Maybe in Luo Weila's eyes, he is already Lin Weilong's confidant.

But he knew that he was just borrowing the help of his sister-in-law Zhou Peilian. Lin Weilong has always regarded himself as Zhou Peilian's subordinate. In the ancient royal family, he was similar to a relative.