Hong Kong Police Force Chief

Ji Bingxiong is a tough gangster, even though the kneecap of his right leg has been shattered.

But even so, it is impossible for him to choose to sit still and wait for death.

Dragging his painful right leg, Ji Bingxiong gritted his teeth and crawled toward the coast.

To save weight, he even ditched his heavy duffel bag.

Among them were the trophies he had robbed of two gold houses in Central and Causeway Bay.

However, compared to his own life, those external things are not important at all at this time.

Under the bright light, Ji Bingxiong dragged out a bright red blood trail on the ground.

However, he had just sent out less than half a meter away when a row of bullets hit his scalp and hit the ground in front of him.

The clearly audible smell of gunpowder smoke and the painful feeling of gravel hitting his face told Ji Bingxiong very clearly.

If he dared to continue crawling toward the sea, the next bullet would probably hit him in the back of the head.

The famous thief king among the new generation of provincial and Hong Kong flag soldiers finally resigned to his fate and closed his eyes and collapsed on the ground.

The originally tense spirit relaxed instantly, causing the pain in his right leg to become more severe.

"Going to the street and waiting there honestly can help you live for decades longer."

After seeing Ji Bingxiong motionless, Zhou Quan nodded with satisfaction.

The reason why he didn't retreat into the car window just now was to prevent Ji Bingxiong from risking his life by jumping into the sea.

Although Zhou Quan was very happy to see Ji Bingxiong die, his life was obviously more valuable.

The crimes he committed in the past, as well as the other gangsters under him, all need to be given an explanation.

"Tou, your shooting skills are as sharp and powerful as ever!"

Zhou Xingxing controlled the steering wheel with one hand and gave a thumbs up to his boss.

After seeing his boss turn around and sit down, he then made a handsome flick and parked the van directly next to Ji Bingxiong.

Immediately, the five young people in the carriage opened the door and jumped out of the carriage like hungry tigers pouncing on food, heading straight for Ji Bingxiong.

"Without two brushes, how dare you command you, the former number one killer of the Flying Tigers?"

Zhou Quan took out a pack of Haocai cigarettes from the passenger glove box, lit one himself, and threw one to Zhou Xingxing.

"Hehehe, the head is the head, beautiful and majestic!"

Zhou Xingxing grinned, quite flatteringly.

Just as the two senior police officers were puffing away their smoke and chatting and laughing.

Five young handsome men carried Ji Bingxiong and carried the luggage bag back to the car.

"Shafuzai? King of thieves? Ji Bingxiong?"

Through the car door, Zhou Quan blew a smoke ring into Ji Bingxiong's face and looked up and down at this leader of the new generation of provincial and Hong Kong flag soldiers.

"Sir, you have recognized the wrong person, I just..."

Ji Bingxiong endured the pain in his right leg and looked at Zhou Quan.

Before the words in his mouth could finish completely, Peng Yixing, who was holding him, kneeled him in the abdomen, abruptly interrupting his words.

"Head, there are some valuable jewelry and watches in the bag."

Peng Yixing, with a stern expression, reported what the five of them had previously inspected.

"Part of the stolen goods can be confirmed to be the goods robbed from two gold banks in Central and Causeway Bay a month and a half ago."

He was not a soft-hearted person to begin with, and with Zhou Quan's influence, he was naturally extremely tough on criminals.

If Zhou Quan hadn't brought Peng Zai back to the right path, Peng Zai would definitely have become a ruthless and quiet killer in the underground world.

"well done!"

Nodding slightly, Zhou Quan cast an appreciative look at the five young people in front of him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. You will confess when you get to the interrogation room."

His eyes returned to Ji Bingxiong, and he glanced at Ji Bingxiong with a half-smile.

"Anyway, just relying on these stolen goods and the charge of illegal possession of firearms is enough to take you to court."

Immediately, Zhou Quan was too lazy to pay too much attention to Ji Bingxiong. He directly assigned tasks to his five young men.

"Stop his bleeding and don't let him die here."

"Contact the headquarters and call the nearby mobile units and dog carts."

"Go and take a look at the young and Dangerous boy under Gan Zitai's command. Don't let him drown in the sea."

Although Zhou Quan has always had a negative impression of Young and Dangerous, the other party is fighting for him after all. Of course, it is impossible for him to really not care about the other party at all.

"Yes, sir!"

The five young people stamped their feet and stood at attention. Then they clearly divided their duties and immediately started busy.

Peng Yixing and Chen Zhijie were responsible for guarding Ji Bingxiong and bandaging him to stop bleeding.

Ying Changsen guarded the bag of stolen goods and called for support from the headquarters.

Zhuang Ziwei and Gao Qiu, holding flashlights, went along the coast to look for the young and Dangerous boy who had just jumped into the sea.

In just a few minutes, the young and Dangerous boy was pulled to the shore from the sea by Gao Qiu and Zhuang Ziwei.

Fortunately, the temperature in Hong Kong Island is very suitable. Even if the temperature in the sea water is low, it is not enough to directly freeze this young and Dangerous boy.

But even so, he sneezed several times after landing.

"Hello sir!"

Quickly running to the van, the young and Dangerous boy nodded and bowed with a flattering look on his face.

This is a big shot that all their bosses need to treat respectfully, how can a little gangster like him dare to be negligent.

"Well done."

Zhou Quan handed the gangster a lucky cigarette, smiled kindly and said: "Have a cigarette to warm yourself up!"

The gangster hurriedly wiped his hands and wiped the sea water with both hands, and then carefully took the lucky cigarette handed by Sir Quan with both hands.

Sir Quan gave him a cigarette, which was probably a treatment that his boss, the prince, had never enjoyed.

He couldn't bear to smoke it directly, he wanted to take it home and worship it together with Guan Erye.

"Go back, so as not to catch a cold!"

Zhou Quan didn't communicate too much with the gangster, he waved his hand to signal him to leave first.

For the follow-up matters, he would contact the other party's boss Gan Zitai.

"Sir Quan, please go ahead and do your work. I won't disturb you!"

The gangster naturally had no objection. He carefully held the Lucky Strike cigarette and walked in the direction Zhou Quan and his team came from.

After there were no outsiders in the field, Zhou Quan threw the remaining pack of cigarettes to Peng Yixing, signaling him to distribute it to others.

In this way, Zhou Quan led his most elite operatives, puffing and enjoying the sea breeze.

As for Ji Bingxiong, he was handcuffed to the handle inside the car.

Even if one of his legs was disabled, he had to stand there honestly.

As long as he didn't die, there would be no problem.