Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

Kowloon.

suburbs.

Ten police cars stopped steadily on the side of the road, and dozens of police officers quickly moved towards a bungalow at the foot of the mountain.

The square is backed by the mountain wall, and the eaves are covered with moss. At first glance, it is an old house that has been in disrepair and has been uninhabited for a long time.

Such old houses are often rented by the community and used as temporary warehouses, joint locations, and so on. After the demolition of the old house, these scenes become rooftops, warehouses, and freezer rooms.

Everything cannot escape the laws of economy.

Renting a dilapidated square is always cheaper than renting a warehouse or building.

"Xi Zuo, Xi Jiao." At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps beside the woods. Zhuang Shikai held guns in both hands, took the lead in the forefront, ready to shoot at any time.

In wars with criminals, gun shooting is the first choice, and close combat is the alternative in times of crisis.

No one is stupid enough to put a gun in a gun bag forever, and when they meet someone with a closed hand, they will come forward to make friends with martial arts.

You know, there is no one in the arena with high martial arts, and whoever wins and who loses is the key.

Your martial arts high and strong is only your own business, superiors, opponents, subordinates, all only care about the results.

It seems that Wang Jianjun likes to kill people in close quarters, but that's just the style of chopping melons and vegetables. When he really meets his opponent, he still has firearms first.

The path in front of the bungalow was empty. The police officers were divided into two teams, all hidden in the woods beside the road. While enduring the cutting of leaves and weeds, they approached cautiously.

Fortunately, the police officers were fully equipped, supported by combat boots and body armor. They were not scratched or stabbed.

"Beep."

When Zhuang Shikai was close to the target for 20 meters, he unfolded his superpower: inspiration detection.

A signal wave centered on his mind, suddenly spread to the surroundings, and then scanned the bungalow in a targeted manner.

The thermal structure inside the bungalow immediately appeared in his mind.

"attack."

Zhuang Shikai suddenly lowered his two-inch muzzle and gestured to the side.

He learned from the inspiration map presented in his mind that there was not a single figure in the bungalow, so his previous decision to charge ahead suddenly became unnecessary.

Therefore, he lowered his gun and left the organization of the offensive to his subordinates.

This is equivalent to buying a blind box while shopping. He has already seen the contents secretly, so there is no need to look at it again. Then hand it over to the girl who is shopping together, and let her unpack the box by herself.

Anyway, everything has been bought.

I can't help but show her, right?

"Go!" Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong saw the chief's gesture, and immediately speeded up their pace, leading the men and horses to rush around the square.

The police officers surrounded the square and squatted at the windows and doors with guns.

"Puff!" Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong slammed into the door with their shoulders, taking the lead in attacking.

The two men stepped forward at the same time, and after tacitly knocking open the door, they rolled into the room one by one, then knelt on one knee and aimed their guns at the room.

"Wow!" Then the policemen by the window and door quickly got up and aimed dozens of guns at the room, but the room was empty and there were no people.

"Report sir! No one!" Yuan Haoyun put away the gun, shouting with a depressed expression.

Zhuang Shikai walked into the room in a suit with a plain expression: "Search it."

He didn't feel much regret or anger for the first action that took the air.

One is that he recognized that special forces should have this level of anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

The second is that inspiration detection has long had results.

The third is the perseverance in his heart, which makes him not unacceptable to failure.

Moreover, as long as the action is still in progress, it cannot be defined as failure.

"Yes, sir." Yuan Haoyun and others put away their guns and led a group of police officers to investigate the scene. Li Cangdong took another group of police officers to take charge of perimeter guards and investigations.

Soon, the results of the surveys inside and outside the house were all available.

There are indeed traces of human activity in the room, and it can be judged that it was an activity that day.

For example, cigarettes whose butts have not yet turned black, instant noodles whose soup has not been enzymatically developed, and a finished sofa.

There are also some footprints and signs of action outside the room.

But from a cigarette **** on the ground, it can probably be judged that the target person moved one or two hours ago.

This is likely to be a place for him to rest temporarily, and then a more concealed nest was arranged, so he moved ahead of time and escaped the police chase.

"Close the team." Zhuang Shikai finally threw a new cigarette **** into the instant noodles, leaving a warning mark, and then led people to turn around and leave.

Since it is an early transfer, there is no problem of internal ghosts or chasing and fleeing.

Zhuang Shikai was neither happy nor angry, and closed the team calmly.

He knew that dealing with Wang Jianjun alone was one way of handling the case, and when Wang Jianjun and Wang Bao were tied together, they had to adopt another way of handling the case.

The unfamiliar lone ranger is so good, let the brothers try their best to search for it, three or five days, six or seven days. Just scrape it out and then kill it!

But when the Lone Ranger is combined with the local boss, it's not so easy to do.

It is difficult to scrape out by scraping.

Can only choose another way.

Fortunately, he was undercover by Wang Bao, and sooner or later Wang Jianjun would jump in front of Zhuang Shikai.

It's no more than three or five days.

It's no more than one or two days.

Zhuang Shikai still has this patience...

...

After the police closed the team that day, Zhuang Shikai drove home. In addition to the police officer on duty, the other brothers also went to work and rest.

In the manor house, Zhuang Shikai stood on the roof and smoked after dinner, as if he wanted to see something from the night sky.

But he didn't see anything.

May saw that he was in a bad mood.

So when she went to bed at night, Amei took the initiative to put the tripod on Zhuang Sir's waist, holding her small face, and blinking at A Kai, with a begging expression in her eyes.

Zhuang Shikai was a little frustrated because of his dead buddy, and had no intention of doing things. He put his arms around Ami's neck, then closed his eyes and went to sleep, letting a small spider that had just built a nest underground escape.

the next day.

Spend the day on official business.

at night.

Eleven o'clock.

The day's things are finished.

Be busy with evening work.

At the entrance of a restaurant specializing in funerals in the Western District, a small stall draped with white cloth stood up, and several Western District police officers were sitting in their seats to register their names.

I saw people coming and going at the entrance of the restaurant, but they were not noisy. Even the occasional conversations were whispering, as if they were afraid to disturb the peace of the deceased.

And a police officer wearing a suit and jacket was registering his name, leaving the silk gold and then bowing his head and walking into the restaurant.

Today is a trivial matter between Sir Zhou and two police officers. They died in the homicide of the community. They were diligent and brave heroes. Sir Zhuang will be more successful if he pays the money. Their family has a wallet to go to the restaurant.

In fact, anyone who knows Zhuang sir knows that Zhuang sir is very righteous. The loss of the police officers who acted with him and died was all he did. The same was true for several prison guards and police officers who were killed by Wang Jianguo last time.

The subordinates who died due to their duties were taken care of by Master Zhuang. Sometimes even a police officer on the land side died, died accidentally, and the Zhuangye would give a big red envelope to express his feelings.

At this time, a Pingzhi official car arrived at the entrance of the restaurant. Police officers such as Li Shutang, Huang Weiyao, Zhou Huabiao, etc. had been standing by the door. Seeing the license plate of the official car, they immediately got up and greeted us.

"Zhuang sir, Zhuang sir..." After Zhuang Shikai bowed and got out of the car, a group of police officers immediately gathered to greet him.

"Yeah." Zhuang Shikai nodded. Instead of talking to the police officers, he first walked to the tent, took out three thick big red envelopes from the inner pocket of the suit, and placed them on the table.

For the trivial matter of the three police officers, those who came would of course have to give three pieces of silk money.

Some people will be one-year-old and two-year-old, giving Zhou sir a larger package.

Zhuang sir is as big as three people, and each is 10,000 yuan.

The police officer in the western district who was in charge of collecting the money glanced at each other and shook his head together and said: "Sir, family members can no longer collect your silk money."

"This is the rule." Zhuang Shikai left Silk Jin, took a look at them, and walked into the restaurant with a group of police officers.

I saw wreaths from various jurisdictions, relatives and friends stacked on both sides of the aisle of the restaurant. And above the entrance of the auditorium, there is an elegiac couplet that "lives forever, loyal to the soul", with white cloth and black characters, which is extraordinarily solemn.

According to Hong Kong Island's custom of doing funeral affairs, family members only make obituaries and do not invite them. The obituaries will come when those who are interested will come, and those who haven't been there are free and difficult, and don't remember to worry about it.

There were a lot of people at the scene today, and many police officers on duty would send a bunch of flowers and a piece of silk money even if they didn't arrive. It can be seen that no one will forget these police officers who worked silently and sacrificed heroically.

"Sorry." Zhuang Shikai walked into the auditorium with a serious expression, bowed to the three police officers on the incense case according to the procedure, and then walked in front of the three family members.

"Thank you... Sir Zhuang..."

"We can't even do funeral affairs without you..."

Zhou Sir's widow wears a linen suit and a white scarf on her head. She is also holding a man and a woman with two children around her.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhou was full of tears, and the two children were already crying numb.

Zhuang Shikai knew that they were not telling lies. Although Zhou Sir's salary was not low, he had two children to raise, and he could not save money.

This kind of family man can live well while he is still alive. When the man falls, the whole family will collapse. The rest of the day will not be easy. Fortunately, the Police Welfare Team will provide subsidies to everyone who sacrifices a police officer.

Calculated on the basis of immediate family members, ages of children, number, etc...Although there are not many, but the brothers can help, and the days will pass.

The parents and fiancées of the other two police officers also looked the same.

Zhuang Shikai couldn't see these scenes. He maintained his politeness, pushed back for a while, and then bowed his head and walked out of the auditorium.

At this time, Yuan Haoyun walked to Zhuang Shikai with a face full of indignation, and whispered to him: "Zhuang sir."

"Zhongyixin sent someone to send a wreath over."

"Lost your mother!" Zhuang Shikai frowned and cursed softly: "Have Wang Bao come!"

"No, it's his leader, the Iron Fist." Yuan Haoyun covered his mouth with his hand and said softly: "Today, Wang Bao's youngest son had a hundred-day banquet. He was hosting a wine party at the Xingyi Hotel in Yau Ma Tei. There were a group of police officers in the Western District Staring at the entrance of the restaurant."

Just by hearing the name, the hotel knows that it is the property of Loyalty.

"Da da da~www.readwn.com~ Zhuang Shikai sneered and walked straight ahead.

Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong immediately followed behind.

"Puff!" Zhuang Shikai strode to the Ma Jun carrying the wreath without saying a word. Before Ma Jun could react, he hit Ma Jun's jaw with a punch.

"Puff!" Ma Jun suddenly turned black, his head raised and fell to the ground.

At this moment, his brain was congested, and his face was stunned, not knowing what was going on. A group of police officers rushed forward involuntarily, and pressed him in the corner regardless.

At this time, Zhuang Shikai kept walking past Ma Jun, finishing his suit cuffs and preaching: "Crap him back to the police station."

"You bring a group of people to come with me! Let's go and drink the hundred-day banquet of Wang Bao's son!"

"Damn! I do funerals here, and he does weddings there."

"Fuck! I want to see if he has a son or not!"