A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Director Lin, I don't know what's going on today. It seems like it's Good Friday..."

Dong Piao started to complain as soon as he opened the office door. But after he saw the people in the office clearly, he quickly covered his mouth, then lowered his head and walked towards the corner.

Superintendent Gui Lao, who was banging the table with Director Lin just now, glared at Dong Piao, then turned around and shouted:

"No matter what, we must clear away the cancer on those streets today and give the citizens of Hong Kong a clear and sunny day!"

"It's not that I don't want people to investigate, but today several Japanese died at the gate of Bailang Investment Company. Now the consul there has been putting pressure on us..."

Director Lin was also in a bit of a dilemma. Although the ghost guy was harassed, no one was killed.

It's just a beating. This is completely a normal situation that the citizens of Hong Kong Island will encounter. Why do they have to go online if they are replaced by foreigners?

The Japanese are different. Whether they really died or were killed by automatic weapons in broad daylight is the big case.

"I'll go tell the Japanese, Director Lin, I hope you can understand that Hong Kong Island is Britain's Hong Kong Island, and everything must be based on ensuring the safety of British citizens. Do you know what I mean?"

Superintendent Guilao didn't give Director Lin any face. After saying something coldly, he angrily left Director Lin's office.

After Director Lin was scolded for no reason, he angrily threw the Japanese murder case file on his desk.

There is no way around it. Even though the police officer in Wan Chai Region has the same police title as Director Lam, he is a serious British person, so he is better than Director Lam.

"It's a bright and sunny day... I can't even speak Chinese clearly, but I still speak idioms."

Dong Piao imitated the tone of Gui Lao and then handed a stack of complaint reports to Director Lin:

"Here are the letters of complaint sent by 13 British Lords, 26 British Chinese tycoons, and eight Justices of the Peace. Director, please take a look..."

Director Lin didn't even look at it. He took it and balled it up into a ball and threw it directly into the trash can.

"Damn, the ghost's life is his life, the Japanese's life..., ahem, dog bites dog!"

Director Lin wanted to curse a few words out of habit, but as he spoke, he suddenly realized that the person who died was a Japanese. After being stunned for a moment, most of the anger in my heart dissipated for some reason.

"Has the source of the firearms used by the gangsters been found out?"

Director Lin frowned and asked, but Dong Piao shook his head and replied: "We have also inquired with colleagues in other districts, but we have not found the channel from which these firearms flowed out."

"But we did find out the identity of that gang of gangsters..."

As Dong Piao handed over a document, Director Lin opened it and found several prisoner release documents from Stanley.

Looking at the photos of the judge, chicken essence, mad cow, and shrinking bones, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then arrange for someone to go out and find out their whereabouts..."

"Director, our manpower and even the traffic police have been transferred out by ghost guys to help maintain order on the streets. How can we still have people?"

Dong Piao immediately complained that the ghost guy in the police station issued a document asking all police officers to take to the streets without any discussion. It was a slap in the face of the Wan Chai Police Station.

But they are the top leaders of the region, and they have nothing to do except curse a few words.

"By the way, we have brought in some new people today, especially the big nose one, who is said to be very brave..."

Only then did Dong Piao remember the purpose of his coming and quickly asked the director for instructions.

"Then let them go out to check, just in time to see if these newly promoted sergeants are hydrated!"

The judge and the others didn't know they were being targeted, so they waited until night downstairs in the Kawada Co., Ltd. building.

"Brother Guan, there is indeed something fishy. Look, the whole building is off work, but none of the Japanese came out."

Ji Jing watched the lights on the building go out one by one, scratched his head and expressed his doubts.

"Are they Japanese? Maybe they have to work overtime until midnight..."

Brother Nan didn't feel there was anything unusual about the Japanese not coming out. He leaned on the back seat of the minibus and stuffed noodles into his mouth.

"Brother Nan, there's something going on!" A boy in charge of the lookout patted Brother Nan on the shoulder, then pointed to an ambulance that had just parked and said:

"I've seen that car before. It seems to be an ambulance from Mong Kok Ming Sum Hospital."

"Damn it, the ambulance from Mong Kok came to Sai Wan to pull people. It doesn't look right. Let's go and see some people!"

Brother Nan wiped his mouth and immediately prepared to take his men over to check.

"Let's go there too!" The judge's eyebrows never loosened. It's boring to wait now anyway, so why not find something to do.

"President Nakakurahara, the weapons we want have been delivered. Should they be sent to the warehouse immediately?"

A member of the Yamashita group walked into Nakakurahara's office, bowed 180 degrees, and began to report the situation.

"These guns are not to be transported back to the head office, they are used by us ourselves!"

Nakakurahara touched the bandage on his head, but he couldn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

"That Briton named Bai Lang, we must take revenge severely, otherwise the head office will definitely blame him!"

Several members of the Yamashita group died, and they were all sent by the head office to help. If the murderer cannot be found and solved, the head office will definitely be angry.

"You guys, what are you doing? Come here to collect protection money, you're dead!"

Several members of the Yamashita team who were on guard near the ambulance immediately put on fierce expressions when they saw Brother Nan and the others approaching.

In the eyes of the Japanese, the Chinese people in front of them are all scoundrels, and they can make them leave in pieces with just a scare.

During this time, they had used the same technique to scare away several waves of gangsters who came here to collect protection fees.

"Brother Guan, this is fucking little Japan!"

The mad cow's eyes immediately turned red when he heard the Japanese's chirping calls.

Shui Gu's death made him feel very guilty. He felt that it was his arrogance that provoked the Japanese to engage in a shootout with him, which affected Shui Gu.

"Brother Nan, there is a coffin in the ambulance, there must be something wrong!"

Brother Nan also noticed something was wrong. Through the window of the ambulance, he could see a coffin parked inside.

There is no ambulance to pull the coffin, but the ambulance from Mong Kok!

"Damn it, do it!"

The judge didn't care whether Brother Nan and the others would take action together. He directly pulled out the shotgun from the inside of his clothes, pulled the sleeve and shot the member of the Yamashita group.

boom!

Two members of the Yamashita group who were standing very close to each other were hit by shotguns and their bodies were thrown into the air and fell backwards.

When the people guarding the ambulance heard the gunshots, they pushed open the coffin and took out several submachine guns from inside.

Bang bang bang….

Brother Nan and the others also reacted very quickly, shooting at the ambulance.

The people in the carriage didn't even have their magazines loaded, so they were shot into pieces by bullets.

"Quickly move those ghost guys down and use their guns to send them on their way!"

After a few minutes, after dealing with a few people who were left behind, Brother Nan gave instructions to his men.

The judge and others walked to the ambulance, opened the door and began to inspect the coffin.

A dozen foreign trade version Type 56 rifles were placed at the top. In addition, there were several short-barreled shotguns.

"Damn, are the Japanese so generous?"

Mad Bull dropped the submachine gun in his hand, picked up a Type 56 and held it in his hand to look at it over and over again: "The AK is still pretty damn powerful!"

The judge looked at Mad Bull as if he were a fool, but did not correct the opponent's cry.

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