Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Hu San and his team moved very quickly.

That evening, the tube-shaped building where the Gold Bar Bar on Bowl Lane was located was visited by several MI6 agents.

They were all dressed in suits, the men were handsome and the women were pretty, and most importantly, their attitudes were very calm, even polite.

There was no high-profile closure of streets or buildings, not even the Gold Bar where the incident occurred.

The songs are sung and the dances are danced.

On the second floor of the bar, the big hole in the corner of the wall that was cut by the floating knife has been urgently blocked, the poison gas in the underground spider nest city has been dealt with, and even the corpses have been transported away by sea through the secret passage.

Of course it was Du Weiguo who was able to keep the news so secret.

Dozens of lives were lost and there was a toxic gas leak, which happened in the busiest area of ​​Bowl Lane. Du Weiguo did not want to cause panic in Hong Kong Island, so he blocked the news.

Backstage of the bar, manager's office.

"Mr. Stephen, what is your Chinese name?"

Makimura Yukihide put away his ID and asked softly. His attitude was very polite and peaceful.

"Hey, my name is Stephen Wu, sir. I hold a British passport. We are all family, so we just need to behave ourselves."

Stephen Wu is the manager of the Gold Bar Bar, a tall and fat man. He took out a cigarette box and handed a cigarette to Makimura Yukihide in a familiar manner.

This guy's smile was a bit lewd and his attitude was a bit arrogant.

Last night, the security guards in the store were all knocked unconscious and the secret door was destroyed. This guy was so scared that he wanted to pack up and run away.

Unexpectedly, early this morning, some Baba people came to repair the wall and specifically told him not to worry and to just do business as usual.

That's why Stephen Wu was so courageous that he didn't even hesitate when meeting an agent from the Secret Intelligence Service.

Fuck, I have someone above me!

"One of our own?" Yukihide Makimura took the cigarette he handed over and a smile appeared on his lips.

Seeing Makimura Yukihide's performance, Stephen Wu became even more proud:

"We both hold British passports, so of course we are family. Besides, my boss Alex used to be the Chief Superintendent of Kowloon Police. He is very powerful, so we can be considered colleagues."

Having said this, he suddenly leaned very close and whispered:

"Sir, how about I open a bottle of good wine for you and find two girls, I'm not bragging, they are the girls in my place~"

"Ah~" He suddenly screamed miserably while he was beeping.

Without any warning, Makimura Yukihide stabbed a dagger into his thigh, but he was not used to it at all, and the entire blade was inserted.

"Hehe." Makimura Yukihide gently twisted the handle of the knife, still smiling, and said in a teasing tone:
"No need for wine and girls. Since we are all family, Stephen, can you please give me some face and answer whatever I ask, okay?"

Although Yukihide Makimura has a calm personality and doesn't talk much, he is definitely not a soft-hearted person.

In fact, among the three City Hunters, he has the darkest hands. When he was in Japan in his early years, he had taken more than one life.

"Okay, okay, boss, you can ask anything."

Stephen Wu's fat face twitched in pain. He was frightened by Makimura Yukihide's cruelty and no longer had the arrogance he had just had.

"Very good, Steven, you better not move now, or it will hurt more and you will bleed a lot."

Zhencun smiled, exhaled the smoke, loosened his grip on the knife handle, and let the knife remain stuck in his leg.

“Hiss~hiss~” Stephen Wu shivered and covered the wound.

"what is it call?"

"Wu, Wu Chaosheng."

"How did you meet Alex?"

"My mother was a maid in their family for many years."

"Very good, Stephen, thank you for your cooperation. Come, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Seeing that Stephen Wu could no longer stand, Makimura Yukihide kindly helped him sit down on a chair beside him, and then continued to ask:

“Stephen, do you know the secret door and passage on the second floor of the bar?”

Upon hearing this question, Stephen Wu’s eyes flickered instantly:
"Sir, I, I don't know, this bar belongs to my boss Alex~"

"Ah~"

His explanation suddenly turned into a miserable cry. Makimura Yukihide pulled out the dagger with lightning speed and stabbed it into the wound again.

Makimura Yukihide slowly exhaled the smoke, casually wiped his bloody palm on his chest, then squatted in front of him, staring into his eyes without blinking.

His tone was still smiling:

"Brother Stephen, didn't we just agree on this? We are all family, don't lie to me, it will be very difficult for me to do this, what do you think?"

"Yes, yes, boss, I, I give in."

Stephen Wu was so frightened at this moment that his crotch was already wet and smelled pungent.

Makimura glanced at his crotch, took a step back with disgust in his eyes:
"So, you know there's a secret door on the second floor of the bar, right?"

"I know, I know."

"Well, that's right. Come, take a puff of cigarette first, and then take your time."

Yukihide Makimura stuffed the remaining half of the cigarette butt into his mouth, pulled off his belt, and helped him bandage the wound on his thigh.

This can not only stop the blood flow speed, but also relieve the pain. Stephen Wu took a few puffs fiercely, and said gratefully without a mouthful:
"Thank you, thank you~"

Makimura Yukihide patted his shoulder:

"You're welcome. We're all family. By the way, Stephen, you know Chief Inspector Feng Jiu, right?"

"Recognize, recognize."

"Well, every time he comes, you open the secret door?"

"Yes Yes."

"How do you usually contact each other? How do you open the secret door?"

"Every time before he comes, he will call me in advance. I have a switch under my desk."

Stephen Wu was a coward. The heart-wrenching pain and the unbearable chills made him shiver as if he had been electrocuted. He no longer dared to try to get away with it and answered almost every question.

"Very good, Stephen, that's it, just hold on a little longer, it will be over soon."

Yukihide Makimura took off his coat and put it on him, patted his shoulder, and helped him take the cigarette butt out of his mouth.

He spoke in a gentle and soothing voice, as if they were old friends.

"Okay, okay, thank you sir."

At this moment, Stephen Wu was deeply afraid of the schizophrenic agent in front of him.

"Did Alex instruct you to do all these things?"

"Yes Yes."

"How many times has Fengjiu been here?"

"Five times, no, six times in total including last night.

"When did you first come?"

"The first time was last Christmas.

At this moment, Stephen Wu just wanted to get rid of this demon as soon as possible, so he was willing to give it his all, telling everyone everything he knew and cooperating very well.

"Sure?"

"It's absolutely true. This day is very special. I will definitely not remember it wrongly, sir. I have told you everything I know. Please let me go. My legs hurt so much and I am bleeding a lot."

Stephen Wu really couldn't bear it anymore, he folded his hands together and begged with tears streaming down his face.

Makimura Yukihide sighed secretly. He knew in his heart that Stephen was just a little Kara and knew very little.

What's more, the clue about Uncle Jiu has been exposed and the clues are clear, so he was lucky to survive and it is not even worth silencing him.

Reaching out and taking back his coat:

"Okay, brother Stephen, then you should go to the hospital and get bandaged."

"Thank you, thank you, sir." Stephen Wu felt as if he had been pardoned. He stood up tremblingly and staggered outside.

Just as he struggled to move to the door, Makimura Yukihide's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Do you know what to say when we go out?"

"Yes, yes, I did it by accident."

Stephen almost sat down on the ground, and his voice began to cry.

"Get lost."

After sending him away, Makimura Yukihide took out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote and drew something, and then walked leisurely to the next house.

At this moment, on the 4th floor, just above the Gold Bar Bar, there is an ancient tattoo shop, and Meng Bo is flirting with a hot female tattoo artist.

They were very close to each other, with ambiguous postures, and it would be more accurate to say that they were flirting rather than asking questions.

"Pretty girl, this pattern looks very nice, can you let me see the whole picture?" He stared at the exposed corner of the tattoo on the woman's chest with lustful eyes, and stretched out his finger dishonestly, as if he wanted to touch it directly.

The woman had floral tattoos all over her body and wore very avant-garde heavy smoky makeup, but her personality was not as cold as her appearance. Instead, she was a veteran in the love field.

She dodged the devil's claws, and said coquettishly, "You are so annoying. You are taking advantage of me, sir. Aren't you here to investigate the case?"

"Investigate the case? What are you investigating?" Meng Bo took out his cigarette case, flicked a cigarette into his mouth, and crossed his legs:

"Those useless officials who only know how to sit in their offices have pushed down the tasks for us unlucky workers. We can only go out in the sun to do the work. No one takes it seriously. It's just a formality."

"Sir, don't scare me. I heard that your Secret Intelligence Service is very powerful and has great authority. Even the cops are afraid of you."

The tattoo artist poked Meng Bo's chest in a seductive voice. In his pocket was his forged ID as an agent of the Sixth Bureau.

Meng Bo took her hand and stroked it gently.

"Of course we in MI6 have great power. Not to mention the cops, even those damn detectives have to stand at attention and salute us when they see us."

"Is it really so powerful? Then, sir, can you protect me from now on?"

The tattoo artist did not pull her hand back. Her voice was greasy and her eyes were moving around, almost tearing.

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"Of course it's no problem. It's no big deal. From now on, if there's anything you can't handle in Hong Kong Island, you can always come to me."

Meng Bo's eyes looked even more disgusting, and it seemed like he was about to drool.

"Great, then I'll rely on you from now on." The female tattoo artist took Meng Bo's arm and leaned her full chest against him.

"Hey, that depends on your performance."

Meng Bo's face suddenly revealed an extremely enjoyable and lewd expression, and he rubbed it twice with his elbow without any hesitation.

"Sir, how do you want me to behave?" At this moment, the woman's eyes were so charming that they were about to drip with tears.

"Hehe~" Meng Bo licked his lips with a lewd look on his face, leaned close to her ear, and said word by word:

"In bed, of course, pretty girl. I can't wait to see your tattoos."

"Sir, you are so mean, but I still have to start work. Can I wait until night? I will let you see enough."

The woman wanted to take advantage of the situation to pull her hand back, but Meng Bo held it tightly. A barely perceptible gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Pretty girl, your hands are so beautiful, why do you have so many calluses?"

The woman smiled and explained:
"Chixian, I'm a tattoo artist. I have to hold these needles every day. Of course I have calluses on my hands, but I don't have any on my body."

Nowadays, tattoos are done using the ancient method of poking with a needle and a cone, and there are no automated gun-shaped tattoo machines.

"is it?"

Meng Bo exhaled the smoke, glanced at the tattoo equipment on the workbench not far away, and his tone became somewhat playful.

"I understand that needles and awls are used on the base of the thumb, index finger, and palm. Pretty girl, can you please explain why you have such calluses on your palms, and on both hands?"

Having said that, he suddenly grabbed the female tattoo artist's other wrist and flipped it over, revealing the thick dark yellow calluses on her palm.

At this moment, the woman suddenly jumped up, stood up suddenly, and pushed her knee towards Meng Bo's crotch like a heavy axe.

"puff!"

But Meng Bo was no ordinary man. He suddenly spat the burning cigarette butt in his mouth towards the woman's face, showing no mercy at all.

"Ah~"

The cigarette butt that Meng Bo spat out arrived first and hit the woman's left eye like a bullet, and she immediately let out a wail.

This was not the end yet. While spitting out the cigarette butt, Meng Bo let go of her left hand and twisted it violently with his right hand.

"Crack!" A creepy sound of bones cracking was heard.

The woman's right wrist was instantly twisted beyond recognition, and her body staggered uncontrollably to the ground.

"Ah, you fell out so quickly. I wanted to play it off for a while longer. I have to say that although you are not good-looking, your breasts are quite attractive."

Meng Bo slowly stood up, looked down at her, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Fuck! You damn curly-haired thief, I'll kill you~"

The woman covered her injured eye, and with her intact left hand, she pulled out a cold knife from her boots and stabbed Meng Bo with it.

"boom!"

Meng Bo's size 44 big feet kicked her shoulders like lightning, and the woman flew several meters away and hit the wall heavily.

He kicked very hard, and after the wall was hit by her, several clearly visible cracks suddenly appeared, which was exactly the shape of a secret door.

"Hehe, I found it. Finally, my selling of body was not in vain." Meng Bo rubbed his chin and grinned.

At the same time, on the second floor, at the back of the tube building, there is a famous watch shop.

Four or five strong men were lying on the ground without making any sound. On the messy counter, Makimura Kaori used a bald old man as a chair and stepped on him, asking in a harsh voice:
"Tell me, where is the secret door?"

"Sir, what secret door? I don't know what you are talking about. I am doing business honestly. I want to call the police and sue you for violent law enforcement!"

The bald old man was beaten badly, blood was splattered all over his face, and his original appearance was unrecognizable. However, his eyes, which were swollen into slits, flashed with cunning eyes from time to time.

"Pull yourself on the street, you old fool, I don't think you'll cry until you see the coffin!"

Makimura Kaori became furious instantly, pulled out a pistol from her bosom, and without saying a word, pointed it directly at the old man's forehead.

"Now, I'll count to three. If you don't tell the truth, I'll send you to hell."

"Three!" Makimura Kaori was impatient and started counting down immediately without any pause.

"Sir, I really don't know what secret door is. I'm just an honest businessman." The old man shouted and was wronged by Dou E.

"two!"

Makimura Xiang interrupted him with a low scold, opened the safety of the pistol with a click, and her eyes became as cold as a knife.

"Sir, I, I have money, we can discuss it~~" Glancing at her cold eyes, the old man panicked.

"boom!"

Before the countdown reached one, Makimura Kaori decisively pulled the trigger.

Fortunately, she was still rational and did not shoot him in the head directly. Instead, she tilted the gun and shot the old man in the arm.

"Ah~"

It took a few seconds for the old man to recover from his shock and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He never expected that in broad daylight and in a public place, Makimura Kaori would actually dare to shoot. This was extremely unreasonable.

You know, even the usually domineering MI6 does not dare to enforce the law violently in this way. This is not their secret prison.

"Three!" Makimura Kaori ignored his wailing and continued counting down with an expressionless face.

"Two!" She counted down much faster this time.

"Bang!" Before the old man could react, Makimura Xiang pulled the trigger again and shot his other arm.

This time, the old man was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

"Three!" Makimura Kaori continued counting down without any emotion.

"No, no, I said, I said it." The old man cried, shaking his head like a rattle.

"What a fucking bastard, where is it?" Makimura Kaoru spat in annoyance.

"Counter, under the counter." The old man trembled with pain.

Upon hearing this, Makimura Kaori immediately squatted down and searched carefully. She soon discovered that one section of the counter was movable, but it was very heavy and could not be lifted by human power.

"Pull the switch off, where is it?"

Makimura Kaori was not a patient person. She turned around and kicked the old man hard.

"It's under the sign. That word '德'."

The watch shop was called Debao. There was a wooden plaque hanging on the wall behind the counter. Following his instructions, Makimura Xiang quickly found the switch.

"Snapped."

As her finger pressed the switch, the movable counter rose up silently.

"Oh yeah! Found it."

Zhencunxiang cheered and was about to jump down in a hurry, but a sinister light flashed in the old man's eyes.

"No!" Nim arrived in time and grabbed her.

"What? Why are you stopping me?" Makimura Xiang shook off his arm with a stiff tone.

"Miss, if you jump you will die."

Nim was not angry. He slowly squatted down, stretched out his fingers and gently touched a steel wire as thick as a hair at the third step at the entrance of the secret passage.

He carefully followed the wire to the wall, deftly and quickly removed a hook embedded in the wall, and casually knocked on the slightly protruding wall.

"Dangdang~" a dull metal knocking sound was heard.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's an M18A1 Broadsword anti-personnel mine embedded in the wall."

Nim's tone remained calm, but cold sweat instantly broke out on Makimura's forehead. (End of this chapter)