I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 153
three days later.

Mong Kok, Ming Sheng Building.

Zhuo Zhizhen sat in the car, wearing earphones, stretched his hands to his waist, unbuttoned the gun bag, took out a . The sound of rotating spirals confirms that the guns are correct, and orders in a solemn voice: "Action!"

"Yes, sir!" A uniform roar echoed in the earphones.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta, pa-ta." Immediately, the doors of five plain-clothes police cars opened on the street, and a number of police officers from the anti-drug team wearing action suits and bulletproof vests, or holding guns, Or carrying a shield, holding a door hammer, and swiftly walking into the entrance of the building.

Wen Qiren sat in a police car at the street corner, leaning lightly on his chair, and quietly lit a cigarette.

Smoky.

Six guys from the Criminal Intelligence Section, wearing weapons on their waists, sat in the car, taking the usual role of guarding the exit.

Since the boss called three days ago, the intelligence department immediately cooperated with the anti-drug team to investigate the fan stall warehouse and the new orchid restaurant in Mingsheng building at the same time. There is a batch of goods hidden.

This time, the anti-drug team did not hesitate and took action decisively.

The anti-drug team really needs to vent their anger!

"Da da da." Twenty-three police officers from the anti-drug team rushed up to the fifth floor and arrived at the door of the target room. Zhuo Zhizhen took the lead, took out his weapon, aimed at the door, and made a gesture: "Boom!"

Two police officers came forward with a hammer in their hands, swung the hammer, and smashed through the lock with a loud bang.

Without any hesitation, Zhuo Zhizhen kicked the door open, rushed into the room, aimed his gun left and right, and shouted loudly: "Narcotics Bureau, Narcotics Bureau, put down your weapon..."

In the room, on a wooden table, there was a water glass, a bowl of instant noodles, and three bottles of mineral water.

There are four large refrigerators in the hall, kitchen, and bedroom. Each refrigerator has its door opened, the box is opened, and the wires are connected.

"Crash!" A large group of team members rushed into the room with vigilant expressions, and the scene was full of murderous intent.

"Zhuo sir!"

"The scene is under control and safe!"

"Safe!" The report sounded continuously in the earphones.

Zhuo Zhizhen's face was stiff, and he lowered his gun slowly, and walked to the dining table step by step. The water cup on the dining table was full of yellowed cigarette butts, and half a bowl of instant noodles was already moldy, emitting a sour smell. The three bottles of mineral water were Neatly packaged, placed on the table and waiting for someone to drink...

These large freezers seemed to be tools for storing goods, but there was not a single package left in the freezers, and the scene was even more empty.

The policemen couldn't help showing disappointment, put away their weapons one after another, and gathered around the officer. The officer's face was livid, but he could only say angrily: "Close the team!"

"Yes, sir!" A group of police officers responded in a low voice, demoralized.

When Zhuo Zhizhen brought a large number of guys downstairs again, Wen Qiren couldn't help but feel puzzled. With a cigarette in his hand, he pushed open the door, trotted across the street to the front of the convoy and asked, "Sir Zhuo, what's going on upstairs?"

"The location is correct, but it's a pity that you are late." Zhuo Zhizhen sighed, lacking in interest, but still preached to Wen Qiren: "Thank you for the information provided by the intelligence department."

"If you can't catch them this time, next time, you will definitely catch them!"

"You're welcome, Sir Zhuo, we will definitely catch them." Wen Qiren encouraged them, but thoughtful in his heart, nodded with a relaxed expression, ran back to the intelligence department's car again, opened the door, and sat in the car , Throwing the cigarette butt out of the car window: "It's time for work, I'll take you to lunch."

"Thank you, Sir Wen."

"Thank you, Sir Wen." The team members in the car said happily, and the team members of the other two cars received the message through the radio, and each thanked them in their earphones.

Temple Street.

In a Yuanbao candle shop, silver paper is sitting on the bench at the door, with "Yuanbao" folded one by one, and candles are placed on the paper figurines and paper houses beside the shop wall.

In a small one-stop shop, strings of ingots and paper money are hung on the roof, candles and incense are placed in the cabinets, and there are many paper figures, paper houses, paper cars, airplanes, and large villas standing on both sides.

One was wearing a red vest, a white jacket, a pair of brown cloth shoes, blue bell-bottom pants, and yellow hair permed on his head. He ran into the Yuanbao shop with his head down, and picked up a string of paper money on his head with his hands. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Brother Yuanbao, brother Yuanbao."

"It's mourning, car cannon." Silver paper sat on the stool, and glanced at the person in front of him with displeased eyes. Gay Fei has been running the thread of human organs abroad all year round. , of course, the silver paper is also the status of the big bottom, wearing a straw sandal, which is much higher than the status of the bosses such as Che Dapao.

Che Dapao smiled flatteringly when he heard the sound, bowed and said, "Brother Yinzhi."

Yuan Bao was wearing a golden T-shirt with a tiger embroidered on it. He raised his hand to caress his bright bald head, stepped on his slippers and walked out of the back of the shop. He raised his trousers and shouted, "Che Dapao, what do you want me for?"

"Brother Yuanbao, half an hour ago, the policeman stabbed the lair of Mingcheng Building." Seeing the big man coming out, Che Dapao rushed forward and shouted excitedly: "You haven't seen it yet, more than two hundred police officers , the Flying Tigers are here, carrying shields, holding machine guns and rushing upstairs. I watched in the opposite building for a while, and I was afraid. If it wasn’t for the timely information from the boss, I’m afraid I would have been beaten by the Flying Tigers The beach is muddy."

"But with my skills, I can kill at least five or six, hehe." Che Dapao twisted his shoulders, his expression slightly excited, but as the boss' eyes swept over, he lowered his head timidly.

Yuan Bao twitched the corners of his mouth, and said helplessly: "There are more than two hundred policemen, are you a policeman fighting drugs or fighting wars?"

"Don't you just explain that the Governor of Hong Kong is in charge personally!"

"It's brother one! Brother one sits in charge himself!" Che Dapao hurriedly said, "I've already seen brother one's hat!"

"Fuck!" Yuan Bao raised his slap, and slapped Che Dapao hard on the head. He lowered his head and cursed, "You say Brother Yi is a ghost or a Chinese!"

"Xiangjiang is the land of the Chinese, of course it is the Chinese..."

"Fuck you." Yuan Bao kicked his feet again with hatred for iron and iron, and only after the anger dissipated, he said with a gloomy face, "It seems that the information given by the crown prince is not wrong."

"Brother Yuan Bao, is the crown prince familiar with the Chief of Police?" Che Dapao covered his face with his hands, a bunch of eyes rolled around between his fingers, Yuan Bao glanced at him and said, "I know your mother very well."

"My mother died long ago, Brother Yuan Bao!" Che Dapao showed a sly look in his eyes.

Yin Zhi stepped forward and asked, "Boss, why would the prince be so kind?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Bao was silent for a while, and after a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Prince may really want to help me."

"Since he talks about loyalty so much, then we can't be treacherous people. Yihai's seat in the restaurant, alas, let the prince do it."

It's not that he didn't think about looking for opportunities for the Prince Yin, maybe when he thought of Grandpa's cannibalistic eyes, and thought of the uncles holding a lot of money in their hands, all the hall masters were the uncles of the uncles back then, and now the uncles are unanimous. Decided to elect the crown prince Bin to the position, but no one supported him in doing things, the uncles blinked, and a group of righteous Haizis were about to come and kill him with knives.

What's more, the prince has already offered to show his favor, so it's better to go down the steps.

Honestly be a red stick hall master.

"Boss, do you also want to be the prince's man?" Yin Zhi stood beside her with a surprised expression.

He remembered that the relationship between the boss and the prince had always been bad.

Yuan Bao looked at him and said, "When the crown prince takes over, you will belong to the crown prince!"

"However, since the prince is helping me, I also need to know how to reciprocate, and give the prince a way of making money."

Yinzhi stood beside her, heard the meaning, and opened her mouth in surprise, "Brother Yuanbao, you don't mean to take that kitchen in Shencheng..."

This is a big source of wealth that Yuan Bao has worked so hard to open up recently. It is easy to give up a few million in a month, and the brothers are very distressed.

But Yuan Bao insisted: "It's okay, I will ask the prince for financial resources in the future, and wait for the prince to become a sitter, are you afraid that there will be no sources of money?"

He was mainly afraid that Grandpa would feel that he was provoking trouble, not to mention, the prince had a meeting that day, no one else would order it, but his life, if Grandpa wanted to help the prince to gain power, he would be like a fish on the board, why not throw a fortune Road as a talisman.

"Okay, okay, okay...Brother Yuanbao." Yin Zhi stammered and gritted his teeth in pain.

Yeah, it's almost crushed.

At this end, Li Chenghao walked into the office with a document, put the document on the table, and said aloud: "Bing Ge, Yuanxing Group has approved the land."

"Approvals, certificates, procedures, everything is in the file."

Zhang Guobin's eyes were a little tired, he leaned half on the chair, reached out to pick up the document, flipped through it, and said, "Okay."

"All the documents have been finalized. If we send some foreign exchange to the relevant departments, Yuanxing Group will not regret it."

During this time, the cousin brothers were very active.

Although it is still a small secret for the time being that the crown prince is appointed as Yihai's next seat, the relevant personnel inside the hall have more or less revealed a little bit of rumors. On the one hand, it is to establish the position of the crown prince. On the other hand, it is to make the brothers happy.

Follow the next class to sit in the hall and work hard. It's not too much to be one of the ten heroes of Yihai, right?
Since that day, Zhang Guobin has been unable to sleep all night long. All day long, he has no energy to care about DreamWorks, and has no energy to shoot female stars. At night, he dreams of the police knocking on the door, and someone points a gun at him. Head, tell him, I'm sorry, I'm a good person.

And he cried and said: "I am also a good person."

The other party had a cigarette in his mouth, raised his gun, and shook his head: "You are Yihai's seat!"

"You are a good person, which one is a bad person?"

This kind of nightmare can happen three times in one night!

Grandpa!

Be yourself!
Of course, he has also successively thought of some ideas that can be blamed...waiting for verification...

"Shen Xin is urging us to deliver the goods." Li Chenghao said aloud.

Zhang Guobin leaned on the chair, put his hands on his head, put his legs on the desk, and said indifferently: "Tell him, the goods are already on the way."

(End of this chapter)