A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Just now, they were showing off their horses, and we were watching. They were using guns, and we were watching."

"Everyone is almost gone now, and we are still here watching. Why the hell are we still working overtime? Why don't we go over and help them carry the body?"

A patrol officer stood on the street with a cigarette in his mouth.

He raised his finger and pointed at the new gangsters on the street who were collecting corpses openly, and complained a few words to the uniformed sergeant who had just been transferred.

He is also an old soldier, and he is actually very open-minded about these things.

I just said these words to see what the personality of this newly transferred boss was like.

If the new police chief shows an indignant expression or keeps applying to the main station for police dispatch regardless.

Then he would have to consider finding connections to change the team.

At his age, there is no hope of promotion in the uniformed team. He just wants to live in safety until he retires, or the day when the mainland liberates Hong Kong Island.

Anyway, no matter who is in charge, they will never waste the retirement wages of poor people like them, right?

Luo Tianhong left long before Wang Zuluo's motorcade left, and most of the remaining swordsmen he brought with him also left.

The remaining swordsmen directed the previously dispersed Xinji Laosijiu to clean up the streets.

Today, they are the new ones asking Wang Zuluo to play with the rules of the world, and they have to do the finishing touches.

After the last bit of blood on the street flowed into the sewers with the flushing of water pipes, the old forty-nine people in Xinji laughed and waved to the uniformed police standing on the side of the street.

Then he jumped onto the box containing the corpse and left the street in a hurry.

A few minutes later, the voice of the main station came from the uniformed policeman's walkie-talkie.

"A small-scale fight occurred near Austin Road. Please rush to the scene as soon as possible..."

"Repeat, a small-scale armed fight occurred near Austin Road..."

"Hoo~"

The police chief, who had been standing there with his head lowered before, slowly raised his head after receiving the message from the intercom.

If those former Nakakurahara men were here. They could tell that this police chief was none other than the patrol policeman Wang Weiye they saw near Pok Fu Lam Road Hospital that day.

It's just that today the police hat on his head was pushed down deliberately low, and the brim of the hat was stuck to the top of his eyes, completely covering his eyebrows.

As long as he lowers his head a little, others can't see his eyes at all.

"Call the main station, Sergeant of Tsim Sha Tsui Patrol Group, police number 39266 has been received..."

After replying, Wang Weiye's expressionless face gradually began to change. When he turned to face his two subordinates, his expression had returned to its previous calmness.

"Go and arrest people, remember to leave a few for Jordan's colleagues..."

The two men breathed a sigh of relief, dropped their cigarette butts, and gave a very standard salute: "Yes Sir!"

After saying that, the two of them smiled and walked towards the gangsters who had just gotten out of the car and squatted smoking on the side of the street.

These little gangsters who took the settlement money and came to take the blame were listlessly waving the blood-stained machetes in their hands.

While squatting on the roadside smoking, he also gestured at his companions with a machete.

The last few guys who had obviously paid big bucks saw the uniformed policemen approaching. Then he threw away the cigarette, gritted his teeth and asked his companion to cut him a few times.

Wang Weiye no longer paid attention to the situation on the other side of the street. He silently walked to the trash can on the side of the street, reached in, and tore off a plastic bag from under the flap of the trash can.

After weighing it with my hands, I found that there were at least 20,000 Hong Kong dollars inside.

While he was weighing the Hong Kong dollars in his hand, a police sergeant across the street reached into the trash can over there.

He also took out a plastic bag, but compared to Wang Weiye's still cold eyes, the expression on the other person's face was much happier.

"Social bugs, police station bugs... This world should not be like this... This is not how the Royal Police should do things..."

After muttering a few words, Wang Weiye tore open the plastic bag and skillfully divided the Hong Kong dollars inside into four parts.

The largest share belonged to his superior, the medium share belonged to himself, and the other two smaller shares belonged to his two uniformed policemen...

"Brother Luo, someone is following us!"

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Aji, who was driving with one hand, reminded him.

Wang Zuluo said nothing and looked back through the car window.

I don't know when a van has been following their convoy. It's just that their convoy was driving in the opposite direction, while the other party was driving normally.

Wang Zuluo then reached out and pulled out a duffel bag from under the seat, found a submachine gun, loaded the magazine and pulled the bolt.

"We arrived a little late. It's all because the prince rushed to the street and wasted time!"

Abao, who was driving, complained, and then found a pack of cigarettes from the passenger's plastic bag. He tore off the lid and flicked the bottom of the box hard with his little finger.

A cigarette popped out accurately and was caught by Abao with his mouth open.

Throw away the cigarette box, light the cigarette in your mouth with a lighter, and exhale a long puff of smoke.

"Mad Dog Luo has a gun in his hand. I suggest we follow him for a while and wait until he is questioned by the police officer before taking action..."

Before Abao could finish speaking, Cola had already taken out two grenades from his duffel bag and put the leads on his fingers according to the technique he had learned before.

Then when you use it later, just throw it out.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Seeing Coke's action, Abao almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth:

"We use money to do things, not risk our lives with money. This is Hong Kong Island!"

But Coke didn't say anything, he just held the grenade tightly.

"You said you used money to do things. Now that the money has been collected, if we don't take action, can the Smiling Tiger reason with us?"

After listening to Coke's words, Abao also fell silent.

It's not that they follow rules, it's just that their families are in Dongxing's hands.

"No, give Thirteenth Sister a call. I believe that for your sake, she will be able to help us find someone... Damn it!"

Before Abao finished speaking, he quickly turned the steering wheel hard. The tires made a screeching sound, and the car rolled over on the street due to the sudden turn.

The car door rubbed against the ground, causing sparks to fly, and it finally came to a stop when it hit the guardrail on the street.

At the same time, a string of bullets left several bullet holes in the car door.

Fortunately, Abao reacted in time, otherwise there wouldn't be only a few bullets on the car door.

His body wasn't just hit by bullets in the stomach, maybe it was all swept into a sieve!

"Damn, what a madman!"

Seeing the bullet holes in the rolling shutter door of the shop next to the street, Abao's heart was still beating violently.

"I've been fucking shot, grab me!"

Abao groaned, ignoring the blood from his head being knocked out, and clutched the steering wheel desperately, trying to push himself up.

Cola had no time to talk to Abao at this time. He was busy looking for the grenade in the car.

When the car overturned, the fuse of a grenade happened to be put on his finger.

The car overturned, and the grenade was thrown out due to inertia, but the lead was still on his finger.

After searching for a while, I finally found the grenade that was emitting white smoke. He smashed the car window and threw him out with all his strength.

There was a bang.

The shop whose rolling shutter door was riddled with bullet holes was once again innocently implicated. The glass was shattered and the rolling shutter door was distorted.

The store sign was blown up by a grenade, shook a few times and fell off the door. The words Jiulong Ice Room broke into several pieces...