Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

"Ah Luo, how could you be so careless?" His wife, Bai Yuechang, looked worriedly at Lei Luo, who had a colorful face, Han Sen, who was covering his waist with his hands, and Lan Gang, who was hanging his arms.

Lei Luo didn't know how to answer, so he winked at Lan Gang and Han Sen.

Lan Gang understood immediately, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, it's okay, we just met our opponent while playing football outside!"

"Yeah, this team is very strong. We are old, so we got injured! Don't you think so, Brother Luo?" Han Sen kicked the ball back from the side.

Bai Yuechang still couldn't believe it, so she glanced at Lei Luo.

Lei Luo had no choice but to lie and said, "Yes, that's a ghost team. You also know that the ghosts like steak the most. They are tall and fierce, but we can't compete!"

"Well, I believe you, but you can't go out to play football in the future!"

"If we don't fish or play waves, it will be boring!"

"Then stop kicking with ghosts!"

"receive!"

During the conversation, a servant came in from the outside and reported: "Madam, Master, Mr. Shi is here, and he has brought gifts!"

"Uh, why did Jian come here so late?"

"Yeah, it's almost dark."

Lei Luo had a bad feeling in his heart, and quickly winked at Lan Gang.

Lan Gang understood and hurriedly said to Bai Yuechang: "Sister-in-law, suddenly I feel a little hungry, can you help me make a bowl of soup, I like your soft-shelled turtle soup the most!"

"Yes, sister-in-law, I'm also a little hungry, and drinking soup can replenish my body!" Han Sen continued.

"I don't understand you guys. Just now I asked you if you were hungry and shook your head, but now you are hungry again."

"Yeah, we're so hungry!"

"Okay, I'm going to make soup for you - but I can't receive Jian..."

"It's enough for Ajian to be received by us." Lei Luo said, "Go and make soup—make more soup, and let Ajian drink some too!"

Lei Luo pushed his wife towards the kitchen, and when Bai Yuechang entered the kitchen, Lei Luo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ah Jian must have known what happened to us when he came so late... Needless to say, it must be Yan Xiong's tongue !"

"Shame, our four major detectives—" Lan Gang and Han Sen didn't know what to say.

At this time, Shi Zhijian had asked Chen Tai to come in with presents in his arms. After seeing that the presents were all supplements for nourishing blood and nourishing the body, Lei Luo and the three of them knew they were right.

"I made you laugh, Jian!" Lei Luo smiled wryly and stepped forward, without further explanation.

Shi Zhijian nodded, and asked Chen Tai to pass the gift to the servant next to him. Just as he was about to speak, Lei Luo glanced at the kitchen, "Let's go to the study to talk—and ah, our injuries were all caused by kicking!"

Shi Zhijian froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Understood!"

…

In the study, Shi Zhijian sat opposite Lei Luo and the others, and took a sip of tea: "I've heard about the matter, and the people from the Chaoshan Gang have gone too far."

Lei Luo shook his head and laughed at himself: "We are the ones who care for you! I thought we could help that fat boy to settle the matter with our status as the four major detectives, but we didn't expect that we would not be able to protect ourselves in the end!"

"That's right, our four chief inspectors are really ashamed this time!" Lan Gang said with a wry smile.

"Yan Xiong is even worse. He used to say that he was the king of arms, how majestic and sharp, and he was beaten like a dog?" Han Sen used words to provoke Shi Zhijian intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, Yan Xiong is Shi Zhijian's man, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog.

Shi Zhijian smiled, not taking it seriously. He knew very well that Yan Xiong was a man, although he was a bit cunning, he could tell the difference between the serious and the serious, otherwise he wouldn't have been beaten like a dog by New Territory cattle with Lei Luo and the others.

If Yan Xiong was a little more domineering, he could directly find mercenaries to wipe out New Territories Niu and others, but that would also cause trouble for Shi Zhijian.

"Actually, I went to the Immigration Bureau today—" Shi Zhijian changed the subject, and suddenly said to Lei Luo and the others, "And I heard and saw a lot of incredible things there..."

Immediately afterwards, Shi Zhijian recounted what he had seen and heard at the Immigration Bureau.

Lei Luo and the others didn't expect that those ghosts from the Immigration Bureau would discriminate against Chinese people so much, and they didn't even pay attention to big shots like Shi Zhijian, and they all raised their fists and were filled with righteous indignation.

After Shi Zhijian finished speaking, he said: "The reason is that the mayor of Vancouver, Powell, is the main source. He hates the Chinese, so he instigated the Immigration Bureau and the Vancouver Police Department to fight against the Chinese everywhere, and then joined hands with the local gang Shark Gang to buy the Chaoshan Gang. Wait for him to do things for him and level Chinatown."

Shi Zhijian analyzed: "In addition, the Vancouver Police Department and the Shark Gang are also his right-hand men. With them, Powell will be even more powerful. Without them, Powell will be unable to move a single step!"

"Ajian, what do you mean..."

"If we want to take revenge, we must cut off his left and right arms?" Lei Luo and the three looked at each other and then at Shi Zhijian again.

Shi Zhijian nodded: "So... let's start with the police station first!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Money! They ghosts don't believe in money, so I will let them know what it means to have money that can make ghosts grind!" Shi Zhijian took a sip of tea, put down the cup slowly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lei Luo is very familiar with Shi Zhijian's smile, often when he smiles like this, someone will be in trouble.

"Then what are the four of us doing?"

"Yeah, we can't just do nothing after being so humiliated?" Lei Luo and the other three asked again.

"The New Territories Niu, this rebellious boy, is handed over to you!" Shi Zhijian said, "Isn't he from the Chaoshan Gang? After all, you are also the top four detectives. You don't need me to teach you how to make him a lonely family?"

The three of Lei Luo looked at each other: "Maybe, it's time for us to pick up our old business again!"

"Yeah, I haven't done it for a long time, and I should exercise my muscles and bones!"

The three looked at each other and smiled.

…

Mr. Sullivan, Chief of the Vancouver Police Department, is 43 years old this year, and he is in the prime of life, at the time when his career is going up.

For Director Sullivan, since Mayor Powell parachuted to Vancouver, he has lost a good chance to be the mayor. He originally planned to try to run for the mayor, but now, the mayor's throne was taken away by Powell. .

But Sullivan is a deep person. He knows that Powell can parachute into Vancouver to become the mayor, so there must be a backer behind him to help support him.

This is indeed the case. There are gossip rumors that Mayor Powell's father-in-law is Sir Luke Do, a member of the Canadian Parliament.

Sir Ructor is not only a member of the Canadian Parliament, but also a well-known business tycoon and financial tycoon. The powerful family has monopolized many industries in Canada, and even owns a private gold mine.

With such a person in the backstage, it is difficult for Powell, who is three years younger than Sullivan, not to develop.

"Hey, people are more popular than people!" Sullivan had already resigned to the mayor's throne.

Today, Director Sullivan went to work as usual, driving his Chevrolet car along Vancouver's Banyan Street towards the police station.

At this moment, a large truck roared behind him, honking its horn wildly.

Sullivan had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel, and the big truck flew past his car's buttocks!

Bang!

Sullivan's car crashed into the railing, black smoke billowing from the front of the car.

"Damn it, how dare you hit my car?!" Sullivan was so angry that he got out of the car and looked at the big truck that had already disappeared.

"Damn it, there is no license plate number?! I will definitely find you, **** it!" Sullivan waved his fist angrily.

Helpless, the car has broken down and cannot be driven.

Sullivan had no choice but to find a phone booth and call the insurance company, asking them to help tow the car away for repairs, while he found a taxi and rushed to the police station to work.

When the taxi was on the way, Sullivan was still aggrieved, cursing the driver of the big truck loudly.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear some sound again, and listened carefully-the whistling sound!

Looking back quickly, the **** big truck appeared again like a ghost, chasing after the taxi.

"Uh, what's going on? Dude, who did you offend?" the taxi driver turned around and asked Sullivan.

Sullivan looked confused, "Who is offended? I am the chief of the police station. There are so many people offended!"

For a moment, Sullivan couldn't think of anyone who would be so vicious as to kill him.

"Driver, please drive faster!"

"You think I don't want to? I'm more anxious than you!"

The taxi driver stepped on the gas pedal frantically, and the car went out crazily.

The big truck behind was honking and roaring towards them.

Bang!

The **** of the car was hit.

The car hit sparks.

Sullivan was sweating coldly.

The taxi driver gritted his teeth even more.

Fortunately, the big truck stopped chasing after hitting it three times in a row.

Escape from birth!

Sullivan and the driver breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, man! Looks like someone's going to kill you!" the driver said to Sullivan.

"You think I didn't see it? The question is who wants to kill me?"

"How would I know? I don't even know who you are!" the driver complained.

When arriving at the destination, the driver desperately asked Sullivan to pay the extra repair fee.

Seeing that the police station was right in front of him, Sullivan became arrogant. He took out the director's ID card and shook it in front of the driver. He said in an arrogant tone, "Is there an extra charge? Then do you want me to invite you in for a drink?"

The driver was also sensible, and quickly nodded and bowed: "No! Take care, sir!" After speaking, he hurried away.

Sullivan looked at the timid driver, snorted coldly, and then walked towards the police station with his briefcase in his chest and belly.

Along the way, the police officers all saluted and greeted him when they saw him, showing him great respect.

Sullivan changed his fear just now, and became arrogant, nodding frequently, full of aura.

When he returned to the office, Sullivan immediately slumped on the chair like a deflated ball, and kept saying, "Who is going to kill me?"

But before he finished talking, he suddenly found a man in white sitting on the sofa opposite him, smoking a cigarette and looking at him with a smile.

"Ghost!" Sullivan jumped up in fright.

Then he felt that he had lost his composure, and pointed at the man and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here? Who let you in?"

The man in white smiled, stood up from his seat, walked towards Sullivan and stretched out his hand: "First of all, I am not a ghost, and secondly, let me get to know you—my surname is Shi, Shi Zhijian! English name, Pete Jian! As for the last two questions, I Why are you here? It’s because I came here to find something for you. As for who let me in, of course it was your female secretary, because I told her that I am your old friend! An old friend from Hong Kong!”

…

"No! I don't have an old friend like you in Hong Kong!" Sullivan pointed at Shi Zhijian's nose and said, "Who the **** are you and what are you doing here?"

"As I said, my name is Peter Jian, and I am from Hong Kong. I came here to make friends with you!" Shi Zhijian extended his hand towards Sullivan with a smile.

Sullivan was dubious, and wanted to call the security guards to come in and drive Shi Zhijian out.

But Shi Zhijian said again: "To be precise, I want to do a big deal with you—the throne of the mayor of Vancouver, would you like to take a seat?"

"Uh, what?" Sullivan was taken aback.

Shi Zhijian didn't say any more, turned around and returned to his seat, looking at Sullivan with a smile.

Sullivan's eyes flickered a few times before he sat down in his seat and looked at Shi Zhijian: "What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean?" Shi Zhijian smiled, "Maybe you don't know who I am, but you should have heard of Shinhwa Group, right?"

"Myth Group? Hong Kong? Pete Jian?" Sullivan tried hard to connect these elements, his eyes lit up suddenly, "Are you that Hong Kong super tycoon?"

Canada is closer to the United States, and what happened to Shi Zhijian in the United States has long been circulated in Canada.

Legend has it that a Chinese tycoon from Hong Kong is the president of the famous Shinhwa Group. He not only wiped out Chinatown in Los Angeles, but also controlled the political situation in Los Angeles.

Taking a deep breath, Sullivan stared at Shi Zhijian in disbelief: "How do you make me believe you?"

"You don't need to believe me, you just need to believe in yourself—if you're not afraid of a car accident or a catastrophe, you can completely ignore me!"

"What?" Sullivan jumped up and glared at Shi Zhijian, "You are responsible for today's car accident?"

"What do you think? Who else would dare to touch you in Vancouver?" Shi Zhijian said lightly. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

This kind of attitude made Sullivan dare not get angry wantonly. After all, there are not many people who dare to touch themselves.

Holding back his anger, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why? Because we Chinese have a saying that is called "before the soldiers, and I am just the opposite. I am familiar with the character of your Westerners, so I changed this rule, and let's have a soldier before the ceremony! How about it, Mr. Sullivan, are you satisfied?" ?"

"Peter Jian, do you know that based on this alone, I can charge you with premeditated murder and send you to jail?" Sullivan said angrily.

"Murder? Don't you stand still? Besides, what proof do you have that I did it?"

"You—" Sullivan was speechless.

"Okay, sit down, Director Sullivan! You'd better sit down and listen to me!" Shi Zhijian pointed to the chair, and Sullivan had to sit down again, but his expression was extremely ugly.