My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1509 The wooden box is rolling on the hillside, and there is a big restaurant with backbone
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The skinny, dark-skinned Southeast Asian man walked out of the elevator with a bunch of keys. The sound of the keys colliding was particularly obvious in the empty corridor, and various "ghost crying and howling" could be faintly heard in the corridor.

The people lying in the corridors, the haggard-looking people hiding in the stairwells, and the South Asians sitting in the room next to the corridors and staring at the passers-by gloomyly, everyone's eyes seemed to be full of danger.

Bearded ones, wrapped heads, lots of pigtails, scantily clad, Eastern Europeans, South Asians, Southeast Asians, South Americans, Africans... you name it.

The walls are covered with graffiti, and there are few Chinese characters. In addition to English, there are all kinds of strange and incomprehensible words. The whole environment seems to be in Shura hell.

"Continue to broadcast local news. Earlier, a citizen used a hand-held camera to film the gangster Ye Guohuan holding an AK-47 rifle in the street on Nathan Road, Mongkok, offering a reward of 200 million Hong Kong dollars to [-] million Hong Kong dollars..."

The radio zi la zi la came the news broadcast.

A haggard old man lying on a cardboard box held a radio in his hands.

Wang Jiawei took a deep look at the old man, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Cautiously followed the Southeast Asian man in front of him and slowly walked forward, but couldn't control it, and observed the surrounding environment curiously.

This magical place, Chungking Mansions in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong Island.

Dilapidated and dirty.

The busy city where every inch of land is expensive is like an isolated island.

This 17-story building is the cheapest destination for backpackers from all over the world. People from various social backgrounds rest, live and wander in the building.

Competing for a seat at the food stall, haggling at the electronics store, walking through the aisles, sleeping...

Even flying leaves.

Every night, I say every night,
There are about 5000 unidentified people staying in the hundreds of hotels here. This is a place where fish and snakes are completely mixed and smoky.

There are countless people in the gray area here like crucian carp crossing the river, including all kinds of races and all walks of life.

Nature is also a breeding ground for crime.

Wang Jiawei stared at an iron door, and there seemed to be majestic blood spots on the bottom of the door.

It made his scalp tingle, but he didn't dare to talk too much.

My heart is full of curiosity, and my heart itches unbearably.

through the window,

The messy wires and the messy clothes, and his face constantly changing under the neon license plate, he could vaguely know that the famous Peninsula Hotel was opposite.

It seems that this city is like this.

The high-end and the market are often just across the street. When you look at it, it is a high-rise building, but when you look down, it is dilapidated and old.

Everyone is independent of each other, but they are intertwined with each other.

You eat your abalone and swallow's fin, and I eat my salted fish and beef offal.

Think about it, a few days ago, he was in and out of high-end hotels, talking and laughing, a bottle of champagne cost hundreds of dollars, but now he has to hide here... lingering on his last breath.

"!@#￥%..."

The man of Southeast Asian origin muttered something to the fat man sitting in a chair in the corridor, and the man raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Jiawei behind him who was showing anxiety.

Then he patted the horizontally drawn fence gate behind him with his backhand. After a while, a bearded man opened the iron gate inside, looked through the fence gate, and then opened the fence gate to let them in.

It was dark inside.

Wang Jiawei tightened the slung bag in his clothes.

Passing through a mess of scrap furniture, hardware tools, and car tires, he followed the Southeast Asian man into a hall.

bah.

When the light came on, Wang Jiawei subconsciously covered his eyes...it went dark.

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The same wide hall.

Andy, with a ponytail, sat on the chair backwards, with his arms on the back of the chair, holding a red million in his hand, knocked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took the lighter and lit it, exhaled the smoke, and subconsciously closed his eyelids .

The little fingers with half-long nails scratched the temples, making a slight sound of scratching the scalp with hard objects.

Several incandescent lamps hung from the roof.

The ceiling fan turns.

Flickering.

"Where is the person I want?"

In front of you, under the lamp.

A few naked people of Southeast Asian origin curled up in several iron cages, scarred and reckless.

In front of the cage, there was a bearded man who was dripping with water and panting heavily.

No response.

Andy waved his hands impatiently to the left and right.

The two men mentioned that the bearded Southeast Asian man tied his feet again, then hung him on the roof, head down, and plunged into the bucket... After a while, the whole person began to struggle desperately.

The sound is like blood cry, hysterical.

Andy, who was sitting on the chair, raised his chin, and his subordinates lifted him up again. When the rope was loosened, he fell to the ground, coughing dirty water from his mouth.

"I said you can let us go?" Andy, a bearded Southeast Asian man with blurred eyes.

"Tsk~~ Ouch." Andy Zai frowned, waved his hand again tirelessly, and his subordinates were about to soak the man in the water immediately... The man was so frightened that he kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"I hate it the most when someone talks to me about conditions, did you hear that?"

Andy Zai squatted down, pressed against the opponent's face, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands to pinch the opponent's neck.

Some perverted subordinates beside him felt that Andy was abnormally neurotic at the moment.

The bearded man rolled his eyes, struggled, and then fell silent after a while.

As soon as Andy let go, the latter collapsed to the ground like soft mud.

He squatted down with his hands and sniffed, raised his head hesitantly, and shook his head.

"Diao~~"

There was a flash of discomfort in Andy's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a nervous expression, and he stared at the people in the iron cage.

For an instant.

Crying and begging for mercy in various languages, some people were even scared to death.

"At least you should cooperate with me."

As he spoke, he took a claw hammer and smashed it on the nearby iron cage, scaring the people inside to scream.

"I'll ask again, where did the person go?"

The person in front of him hurriedly chattered, and the subordinates next to him listened, and looked at their boss with an unnatural expression.

"What is he talking about?"

Andy Tsai untied his messy ponytail, and tied up his hair again with rubber bands on his hands.

"He said that they had answered this question before. The person was transferred to the Lion Mountain and handed over to the people in the Lian Le Hall. They really don't know the rest."

"Did they say that?"

"Brother Andy, they seem to have said that."

Another South Asian subordinate named 'Vinny' bit the bullet and asked, "Brother Andy, if we do this, will it be like the old Chinese saying 'If you do unrighteous deeds, you will die yourself'?"

"??"

Andy Zai leaned closer to his subordinates, raised his hand and shuddered, "You are so full of jingle, you want to pass the TOEFL?

Remember, you are a South Asian and I am of mixed race. If we want to get ahead in this city, we must be ruthless.

Now go scrape people out!I don't believe that people will be lost. "

Several subordinates quickly agreed.

There's no way, since the boss became nervous, the disease has become more and more serious.

But these people are just like what Andy Tsai said, even though the city is colorful, many times the way to rise is still those...

If you want to be in the top position, you have to fight with your life.

Who wouldn't want to be Qi Tongwei who is now known as the 'Son of Victory' in the match between Mage and Yin Aju?Or Ruan Yongwen who became a lighter and lit explosives, scaring Zhang Shiqiang's liver?
They all fought with their lives.

The opportunity is here, see if you dare.

(End of this chapter)