A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Brother Luo, who are the rabbits and Sangbang you called just now?"

Tony wasn't too scared when he followed Wang Zuluo to kill people and steal money, but when he saw the police, he was still so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he didn't react until now.

"Those are the names of two wanted criminals. I just shouted them to the policeman to see if I could divert their attention."

Wang Zuluo lifted up his hood, turned off the safety of his submachine gun, took the cigarette handed over by Duan Kun, and took a puff.

"Brother Luo, you must rely on yourself when you say that, did you learn it from movies? It sounds so damn exciting!"

Duan Kun couldn't help but joke. Although his hands were still shaking, at least he could joke now.

Wang Zuluo didn't answer, but just threw the cigarette butt out of the window. He bent down and walked behind the driver's seat, patted Ahua on the shoulder and ordered:

"Don't take the main road. Go to Sham Shui Po first to find a place to drop the three of us off. You can continue driving and go around the Kowloon Walled City. Finally, drive to the vicinity of Qixi Shipping Company and find an alley to park the car."

"Don't take out the car key. It will probably take less than two hours for the car to be driven away and sold by the bad guy. Those people are professionals in modifying the car. If it gets into their hands, the policeman will have nothing to do if he wants to get it back." It’s not easy anymore.”

This will cause some trouble for the Mong Kok Police Station, and it will be very difficult to investigate cases across districts. What's more, Wang Zuluo didn't take the main road and wanted to check the surveillance at the intersection across districts, but he couldn't find it out within half a month.

Even if the Mong Kok Police Department expends all its efforts to investigate, surveillance in Kowloon City is not something they can easily obtain.

In the end, the car will be hidden at Qixi Shipping Company. If they find out here, the police will probably think that they and others have escaped by boat.

As for whether Qixi would be hit on the head by this pot... Wang Zuluo could only wish the other party good luck in his heart.

After making arrangements, Wang Zuluo opened the luggage bags that Tony brought up one by one. In addition to being full of US dollars and pounds, there were actually three AKs and several pistols inside.

"Damn, it's a good thing we didn't let them react, otherwise we might not be able to annihilate them all."

Duan Kun took a breath when he saw the weapons collected by Wang Zuluo.

"Bring your submachine guns, too, and we'll find a place to deal with them all in a while."

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he looked at Tony and Duan Kun. The muzzle of the submachine gun whose safety was reopened in his hand was pointed in their direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Duan Kun and Tony quickly ejected their magazines and threw the submachine guns into the robber's weapons.

Only then did a smile appear on Wang Zuluo's face. He reached out and took the unfired submachine gun handed over by Ah Hua and hung it on his chest. Then he threw the one he fired just now into the weapon bag.

He zipped up the zipper and threw the duffel bag containing the weapons to the co-pilot, and then pulled several duffel bags filled with foreign currency in front of him.

He reached out and took out a stack of U.S. dollars, and ran his fingers over the U.S. dollars, listening to the crisp sound of the bills flipping.

"Each person will receive five hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars after we go back. Don't worry about the foreign currency. If you spend it on Hong Kong Island, the police will soon trace it to you."

Throwing the dollars back into the bag, he poured all the money from several backpacks into three large travel bags.

Later, after getting off the bus in Sham Shui Po, one person happened to be carrying one.

Soon, the car drove into Sham Shui Po and stopped near Hoi Sang House. Wang Zuluo and the other two got out of the car with their luggage bags and walked across a street before getting into a taxi to return to Mong Kok.

Ahua, on the other hand, had to drive on and the weapons in the car needed to be disposed of as soon as possible.

Less than twenty minutes had passed since they left Mong Kok and entered Sham Shui Po. At this time, various intersections in Mong Kok have been blocked by traffic police, and they have begun to check the vehicles that want to leave Mong Kok.

"I don't know what kind of case has happened again. It seems that such a big move is not a trivial matter!"

The taxi driver glanced boredly at the traffic jam in front of him and patted the steering wheel depressedly.

"Bosses, are you in a hurry?" The taxi man controlled the car to move little by little, and within a few minutes it had successfully pulled to the side of the road.

After parking the car at the intersection of an alley, the taxi man turned around and asked what Wang Zuluo meant.

In the taxi, Tony sat in the passenger seat and Duan Kun sat next to Wang Zuluo. But who among the three has the final say, the taxi man can tell at a glance.

"Okay, no need to test. I'll give you an extra fifty yuan tip and send us to the place as soon as possible."

Wang Zuluo knew very well what the taxi man meant. It was simply that the taxi man knew that he could avoid the traffic police by taking a shortcut, so he wanted to make a profit from him.

At this time, the service attitude of taxi drivers cannot be said to be bad, but at least it is unpopular.

Losing customers halfway, picking people up halfway, taking detours, overcharging, not issuing receipts, etc..., they can do this kind of thing as easily as eating and drinking.

If it weren't for Wang Zuluo and the other three who looked like they were not to be trifled with this time, they would have had to drive a few people out of the car when they learned that the road in Mong Kok was closed just now.

After taking a few Hong Kong dollars handed over by Wang Zuluo, the smile on the taxi man's face became much more sincere.

"Put it on me and I'll make sure you get there in ten minutes."

After saying that, he turned the steering wheel and the taxi rushed onto the sidewalk and turned into the alley next to the private cars parked on the roadside.

After many twists and turns, the taxi drove into a car wash shop. After the driver lowered the window and brushed his face, someone helped open the rolling door at the back of the car wash.

The taxi passed through the car wash, then entered through the main door of a small warehouse and left through the side door. In the end, he successfully relied on experience and the fruits of face to successfully send Wang Zuluo and the others back to the bar.

"Song Zijie, Officer Yuan is undergoing surgery in the hospital, so you need to write the report by yourself."

The head of the military uniform team came over, handed a form to Song Zijie, turned around and left. Song Zijie was stunned for a moment when he saw the furious look on his face.

"Don't look at it, because Tou was assigned manpower to cooperate with the traffic team in sweeping cars, I don't know until what time he will work overtime today."

A colleague next to him who was busy recording files on the computer shrugged at Song Zijie after seeing A Tou leave.

"I heard that today is his daughter's birthday. Isn't it normal to be a little angry because he was dragged to work overtime at the police station?"

Song Zijie was very disgusted with these unspoken rules and the like in the police station. But he is not a fool and knows what to say and what not to say.

So he lowered his head and started writing a report. Fortunately, Song Zijie's police gun had not been fired, otherwise he would have to write several more documents similar to the reasons for the shooting.

Soon, Mong Kok Police Station, Commissioner Huang Bingyao got the action report written by Song Zijie.

"Rabbit...Sangbang...?" Huang Bingyao rubbed his temples, feeling that these two names seemed familiar.

Pressing the call button on the phone on the desktop, he said: "Notify Senior Inspector Zhan Wenbi of CID and ask him to check the information of code-named Rabbit and code-named Sangbang as soon as possible."

After giving the instructions, Huang Bingyao threw the action report on the table, took out his gun, and carefully maintained it.

"I know you are a kind-hearted gun, and I hope you will help me find clues... Eighteen million foreign currencies, and I don't know which idiot is causing trouble in my jurisdiction!"

"Don't let me catch someone, or I'll crush his head with my scissor legs!"

Soon, the head of the CID department knocked on the door and walked into the director's office with several documents.

"Report to the director, this is the information you want!"

Zhan Wenbi stood at attention, saluted, and handed several documents to Huang Bingyao.

Huang Bingyao took it and took a look, only to feel that his head hurt even more.

I saw the information summary saying: 'Rabbit, Sangbang, etc. are all the backbone of the criminal group where the codename doctor belongs. The crimes committed include: shopping mall bombings, aristocratic school extortion bombings, and the blackmail and murder cases of many Hong Kong wealthy people...'