1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 162 Killing Cockroaches
"Who are you? What are you doing!" Chen Zhijie was feeling refreshed and was about to go to the candy shop across the street from the school gate for a drink when he was suddenly restrained by two big men of unknown origin.

"Kidnapper, kidnapper, someone is kidnapping!" the three of them shouted loudly.

The students around them looked at him and saw the muzzle of the gun protruding from the van. Everyone tried to avoid it, for fear of having anything to do with it.

The six guys felt that they didn't use much force, and the three targets were successfully put into the car. They immediately closed the van door and drove away from the school gate at high speed.

"My father is the director of Tung Wah Hospital and a Justice of the Peace in Kowloon District." Chen Zhijie felt as if his arms were locked by iron pliers. He struggled to kick the car seat and shouted: "Same as the director of Tsim Sha Tsui East and the leader of Xin Kee." Friend."

The six waiters paid no attention to it, and took out hoods and put them on the three of them neatly. Due to Chen Zhijie's strong resistance, one of the waiters took out a nylon rope and strangled Chen Zhijie's neck: "Brush!"

"Shut up!"

The man applied a little force, and the rope cut a ravine around Chen Zhijie's neck. The man who had been shouting just now suddenly looked like a chicken being strangled by the neck, his eyes widened, his face gradually turned pale, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

The two people next to him were frightened on the spot, trembling and afraid to speak.

The guy recited silently for six seconds, then let go of his hand and said in a cold voice: "Have you heard of the Daquan Gang?"

"My family is rich!"

The three of them did not dare to make any noise.

Who doesn’t know how to report one’s family status?

"President Chen, tell me, how much benefit does Gui Lao give you? You have to work hard to help Gui Lao."

This car abducted people in a grand manner at the entrance of the Chinese University. The news spread quickly and had a huge impact. However, when the police received the call, the three people were already locked up in the dog park in Tai Lam Mountain.

The bulletproof Mercedes-Benz stopped next to the hillside. Zhang Ziwen and Zhou Minghua got off the car together. There were also eighteen field force members standing on the side of the road, loaded with live ammunition and wearing masks.

There was a lot of barking in the dog farm, and you couldn't hear anyone shouting unless you went indoors.

"Does the flag soldier know?"

Zhang Ziwen came to him: "Chixian, do I seem to be short of money?"

"Who are you and how much do you want? We can negotiate!" Chen Zhijie saw the crowd gathered around Zhang Ziwen and immediately realized that the mastermind behind the scenes was coming. He grabbed the iron gate and shouted excitedly: "Give me a chance, call me. family."

Zhang Ziwen was wearing sportswear and white running shoes, holding a cigar in his mouth and couldn't help laughing: "A kid is a kid, and even in the barren mountains and ridges he still screams for help."

"help"

"If you say one more word, you will be strangled to death and thrown out of the car."

One of the team members kicked the iron door and shouted: "If you make any noise, I'll cut out your tongue."

Each person has a single room and enjoys the treatment of the community.

"Help."

"Shut up."

Although they were not members of the Big Circle Gang, they had the same concept, which made the three of Chen Zhijie's hearts feel cold, feeling that a disaster was imminent and their death was imminent.

Chen Zhijie lacked political experience and could not understand the situation clearly. He said doubtfully: "What the hell, I'm a hen!"

"Who ordered him, and why did he target Mr. He and deliberately stir up trouble in the school?"

Chen Zhijie's face changed suddenly when he heard the vernacular, and he said in disbelief: "You are from Superintendent He." He never dreamed that Superintendent He, a person with status, would ask the big circle gang to do something dirty. Face?

The world has changed.

"NONONO, I am the one who is causing trouble for you." Zhang Ziwen took a puff of his cigar and looked at Chen Zhijie with a sneer: "You are so brave in the school auditorium, why don't you know how to be brave in another situation?"

"Abin, release the dog."

Li Yongbin brought in five native animals that had grown up eating raw meat, and said with great interest: "I have been hungry for two nights, and finally I am waiting for a meal."

Each terrestrial bird is more than one meter long, shouting non-stop, and full of ferocity.

Chen Zhijie was so frightened that he didn't even dare to face one of them. Moreover, there were five of them together. As social animals, hounds would only become more violent once they were in a group.

"Brother Jie, tell me." Huang Anhua was already frightened and cried: "Isn't it just to study in London, get a British passport, and guarantee that you can graduate?"

"Ugh."

Zhou Minghua let out a long sigh, his heart filled with unspeakable disappointment. College students enjoy the most generous financial subsidies. They were supposed to be the hope of the city, but how did they become like this?

For a passport, you don't care about the reason, you defeat the school supervisor, and you are willing to become a pawn of a ghost. Do you have no thinking ability at all? Not necessarily, to put it bluntly, he is greedy, a mentally ill man, who does not regard Hong Kong Island as his home!

"That's all? You won't give me any money!" Zhang Ziwen turned to question Huang Anhua. Huang Anhua quickly shook his head: "There is no money, but Brother Jie will invite us to play."

"You guys are so cheap."

Don't spend any funds for the activities, just give a few naturalization quotas, and the young people will immediately raise the flag and charge. No wonder the ghosts like to use students. In the 90s, the losers in Hong Kong were really simple. In a few years, they should know how to collect money, right?
"What about you? If you don't tell me, there will be no chance." Zhang Ziwen glanced back at Chen Zhijie. The student boy has never seen the world, so it is difficult to say that he has any psychological defense ability. He just wanted to cover it up out of fear.

Now that Huang Anhua has spoken, it would be a bit embarrassing to quibble anymore, so he simply said calmly: "The Education Association promised me a recommended master's degree, and it can also pave the way for me to participate in politics. I want to establish my own political party."

"Ba Guan!" Zhang Ziwen gave him a thumbs up: "Based on your philosophy, it's better not to cause harm to the world. The party leader of Fei Zizi, you like flying so much, I will give you something good."

"Abin, give him an injection."

Zhang Ziwen finished his sentence, turned around and left the dog factory side by side with Zhou Minghua.
When getting in the car.

Boom!

Two gunshots were heard from the kennel. Chen Zhijie was huddled in the corner of the kennel, with a smile on his face, rubbing the needle hole with his hand, twitching twice from time to time, making murmurs of uh uh uh, and then collapsed to the ground soon after. .

"Big boss, this is not an option." Zhou Minghua already felt that the three people died unjustly, but at the same time he realized that the student body had been deeply corrupted. When he found one cockroach, there was already a nest in the house.

Zhang Ziwen stepped into the car and said in a calm tone: "Leave the overall situation to the people who are in charge of the big things. We just have to do what we are doing. It doesn't matter if we treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. Kill everyone who appears."

“If you can always treat the symptoms, it’s like treating the root cause.”

After doing business with force for a long time, his behavior became more domineering.

Zhou Minghua thought for a moment and nodded: "That's right."

An incident involving at least three of the students who took the lead in stirring up trouble could scare the next group of people. No student would dare to do anything too extreme in a short period of time, thus delaying the situation for a while.

What the Chinese in Hong Kong lack most now is time. After 97, they can free up their hands to deal with things one by one.

(End of this chapter)