Violators Club

Chapter 37 No, He Just Feels Ashamed

Chapter 37 No, He Just Feels Ashamed
Not far from the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, a white SUV was parked.

As one of the five big bosses in Xiangjiang after Ni Yongxiao, Gandhi was smoking a cigarette in the car with a gloomy expression.

In fact, from the bottom of my heart, when I received the call from Pineapple Boy, Gandhi's first thought was definitely not to save Pineapple Boy.

The current situation in Xiangjiang is very complicated, and if you make such a big deal, you will probably be regarded as a bird in the first place.

But the problem is that I lost a batch of goods in Siam some time ago. I thought it would be fine if I changed the delivery location to Xiangjiang this time, but I didn’t expect Shanzi, who had been with me for many years, to disappear.

Gandhi felt bitter. He knew that Shanzai was probably gone.

Xiangjiang itself is very chaotic at this stage, and with the loss of a capable general, he doesn't want to lose another pineapple boy at this time.

After all, losing a pineapple boy is completely different from losing a mountain boy and then losing a pineapple boy.

The former is unlucky for Pineapple, and the latter is because Gandhi is not good. Otherwise, why did he break two horses in a row?

And with most of the cigarettes in his hand smoked, a horse boy knocked on Pineapple Boy's car window, with a respectful and excited tone:

"Boss, the brothers are almost here, do you want me to order more?"

Young and Dangerous is also competitive, it's like a draft.

It's not that you can be the boss if you can fight and dare to fight, but let more people know that you can fight and dare to fight.

Because Xiangjiang will return in a few years, although the ghosts have been provoking, but everyone knows that dancing too happy will definitely be dealt with, so there are less and less cases of police and gangsters fighting like the ones that often occur in the 80s and [-]s .

Everyone knows this too, so the younger brothers who came today are very excited.

Just looking at Ma Zi's excited appearance, Gandhi couldn't help but stare: "What's your name? Are you really going to rush into the police station?"

Ma Zai scratched his head in embarrassment, and he took a tentative look at the boss:
"Oh, then I tell all the brothers on the road to go back?"

Gandhi didn't answer, he rolled his eyes, and threw out the cigarette butt irritably: "How many people are there now?"

Ma Zai glanced at the car behind him, and after some calculations in his mind:

"Boss, there are seven or eight in a car, and there are a total of twelve cars present."

Gan nodded, and he took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, but this time he did not light a cigarette: "Okay, these people are enough, see if there are any young stunned youths, if there are, give them all I kick it back."

Young people are full of enthusiasm and drive, and all of them have big things in their heads, but the question is, how can there be so many big things in this world for you to do?

Gandhi called people over to support the scene, but he was not really preparing to fight.

The younger brother also understood what Gandhi meant. Although he was still a little bit unwilling, he still nodded:
"Got it, boss."

Half an hour later, Ma Zai went around outside and picked out a dozen excited young people.

Feeling that the heat was about the same, Gandhi stepped out of the car.

With a "click", the door of the white SUV was opened.

Like a button representing chaos, vans opened one after another, and a group of social people in their 30s and [-]s with gold chains and tattooed arms came out of the car. .

Nearly a hundred people gathered together, making people feel inexplicably afraid.

In fact, not to mention ordinary people, even the police couldn't help feeling a little more timid after seeing this scene.

After all, they are human beings, and they will bleed and hurt when they are injured.

The only difference between the police and ordinary people is that the uniforms they wear represent mission and honor!
Then in the next second, facing the gathering of nearly a hundred people, what everyone did not expect was.

A man who was bloated and clumsy in everyone's impression, who looked like a lazy old fat cat, stood up at this time.

Under the neat oversized uniform is a bloated body, and the fat on his body is trembling with every step, giving people the feeling that this is not a policeman but a fat pig, but at the moment the fat cat yellow sir's pair is not big His eyes gleamed sharply.

He is not like a fat cat, more like a tiger.

Although nearly a hundred people in front of him were looking at him with malicious eyes, the fat cat Huang sir walked out.

He stared at a pair of tiger eyes, without any fear in his expression, and pointed at Gandhi's nose when he came up and growled:

"What are you doing! What are you doing one by one! Gandhi, what do you mean by bringing so many people here? If you want to fight back!"

Gandhi felt that he couldn't hold back his face when nearly a hundred of his subordinates were pointed and scolded by a fat pig-like policeman, his eyes became a little more gloomy:

"Sir, don't label me indiscriminately. Everyone knows that I, Gandhi, is a good citizen. I don't do things that violate the law and discipline. What do you think?"

As Gandhi's voice fell, the younger brothers around him immediately responded:
"That's right, our boss is a good guy."

"That's right, fat pig, don't wrong our boss."

"Fat pig, don't stand in the way here, go home and get milk!"

There was a large group of people, shouting and cursing one after another, and even a few younger brothers moved closer to the middle with malicious intentions. Not to mention normal people, even experienced soldiers couldn't help but feel emotional at this moment. be terrified.

You must know that this is not the society ruled by law 20 years later.

At the beginning of the 90s, before Xiangjiang returned, some police officers were hacked to death!
But the fat cat is not afraid at all, as if he is not afraid, his eyes are fixed on Gandhi:

"What do you want to do? Kill the police!"

There was a gloomy look in Gandhi's eyes. He looked at Sir Huang, the fat cat, with an unkind look, but he still didn't dare to let his subordinates do anything. He understood the reason for shooting the first bird.

So the next moment Gandhi's face changed, he smiled and put his arms around Fat Cat's broad shoulders:

"Sir, don't be angry, how about we talk?"

The fat cat glared at Gandhi. Although he looked ridiculous with fat all over his body, his tone was undeniably majestic:
"What are you talking about? Let your people go!"

There was a flash of sullenness in his eyes, but in the end Gandhi chose to endure it.

He nodded, and hinted pointedly: "No problem, but can Sir help me release the brother inside? Otherwise, I will lose face."

With his eyes fixed on Gandhi, the fat cat's expression flickered for a while:
"Then what about my face?"

Although Fa Mao Huang's tone was still questioning, Gandhi couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He wasn't afraid that Sha Mao would quarrel with him, what he was really worried about was that Sha Mao wouldn't negotiate terms with him, after all he couldn't really rush into the police station to rob people, could he?
As for face?
It's really shameful to be yelled at by a fat man in front of so many people, but the other party is the head of the police in Tsim Sha Tsui, so it's not ashamed to be scolded a few times, and besides, I did it to save my subordinates.

So at the next moment, a smile flashed in Gandhi's eyes, and then he shouted to the subordinates gathered around: "I personally apologize to Sir, why are you still here, what are you watching, hurry up!"

Seeing that the boss has spoken, the younger brother can only hold back even if he has thoughts in his heart.

Watching the crowd gradually disperse, Gandhi patted the fat cat, Sir Huang, on the shoulder, as if pointing out: "Sir, I'll give you some face, do you want to give me some face?"

Glancing at the other party coldly, he shook off the palm on his shoulder, and the fat cat had an undisguised disgust on his face:
"Do it yourself!"

"Da da~ da da~"

The thick-soled leather shoes made a dull sound when they stepped on the marble floor. Although the confrontation lasted less than 5 minutes, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Sir Fat Mao Huang's forehead, and his back was even wet with sweat.

In fact, he also understood that Gandhi would not do anything under normal circumstances, but the question is what if Gandhi's head is abnormal?

Humans are afraid of death, and Fat Cat is also a human being. It is impossible for him not to be afraid of death just because he is wearing this outfit, so the moment he walked out of the police station, he was actually ready to sacrifice, and he even wrote a suicide note.

Fortunately, Gandhi was not a mad dog, he still had some scruples, so he survived.

It's just that when Fat Mao Huang Sir walked through the front desk and looked at the group of subordinates who looked at him with adoring eyes, the bloated Fat Mao couldn't help being stunned.

Ma Jun, who has the highest police rank besides himself, gave himself a thumbs up with admiration:

"Sir, yes, I didn't realize that you have such a powerful side."

After the words fell, Watson couldn't help applauding.

There was only one or two at first, but the applause grew and eventually the entire police station was clapping.

But what makes people feel surprised is that the fat cat Huang sir's expression is not too happy, but with a somewhat incomprehensible gloomy expression:

"Do you think I'm very handsome?"

Watson next to him didn't understand Fat Cat's face, he subconsciously shouted excitedly: "Yes, sir, you are so handsome today..."

But before he could finish speaking, he heard Fat Cat growl angrily. He slapped the telephone at the front desk to pieces:
"I feel ashamed to ride a horse!"

"We are the police, do you understand what a police is?"

"I'm a supervisor to negotiate conditions with a club, what about my face? I don't want it!"

"Laugh! Clap your hands! Go on! Didn't you just have fun!"

"Do you feel particularly proud, do you feel that you have a particularly honorable face!"

"Go ride a horse! Don't forget what clothes you're wearing!"

"Get out! Get out of here!!!"

He has been in the police force for more than 30 years. Everyone thinks that Sha Mao is a good man. In ordinary life, it is hard to imagine what it would be like for such a person to get angry.

And today everyone saw it, and everyone felt their faces were hot...

Glory?Handsome?

No, he just felt ashamed!

(End of this chapter)