Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

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Jiang Lang lowered his arm and asked Shu Sheng, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Huh..." Zhuang Shikai lowered his head to light his cigarette, spit out the white mist, raised his head and smiled: "Don't talk to Uncle Hai."

"Go talk to Johnniewon."

"Uncle Hai" is a veteran arms dealer on Hong Kong Island. It provides supplies to the four major associations all year round. The total volume of business is actually not large. The cargo can be shipped at most a dozen boxes. The goods sold are only circulated within the association. , Consumption.

Back then, Sir Zhuang sent several undercover agents to Uncle Hai in order to control the number of arms of the Hong Kong Island community.

"Jiang Lang" is the best performer among them, and has now succeeded "Uncle Hai" as the right-hand man.

As for the other undercover agents, either withdrawing from injury or being pushed to the edge, their position is not as important as Jiang Lang.

Unfortunately, as "Uncle Hai" got older, he couldn't live with the horse underneath.

In addition, due to several raids by the police, several batches of munitions were successfully copied, causing "Uncle Hai" to suffer heavy losses and unable to develop.

Johnniewon rises.

Therefore, leaving "Jiang Lang" with Uncle Hai has no value anymore.

Instead, it is more advantageous to arrange to "Johnnie Won".

You know, Jiang Lang, Johnnie Wang, and formerly followed the leader of "Uncle Hai".

It is said that "Johnniewon" wants to completely seize the entire Hong Kong Island market, and is looking for Uncle Hai everywhere, hoping to kill "Uncle Hai".

And Johnnie Wang wants to pull Jiang Lang into the group!

Because both of them used to work under Uncle Hai, one was famous for being arrogant and daring to fight, and the other was loyal and skillful.

In fact, Johnniewon admired Jiang Lang very much, and it was normal to want him to join the group.

This is an opportunity worth taking advantage of.

Uncle Hai was spotted by the police again because of his age.

It is clear that the behind-the-scenes dealer of International Arms does not ask him for cooperation.

Then he sought out Johnny's under his staff, and supported the arrogant Johnny's.

Sometimes arrogance is also an advantage.

Zhuang Shikai previously stared at Uncle Hai and did not kill him because he felt that Hong Kong Island, as a port city, would not be able to extinct arms smuggling, and there must be a market.

That being the case, he might as well leave a dealer who is easy to control and has nails on the road.

In this way, he can use intermittent strikes to control the circulation of arms on Hong Kong Island from the side, so as to prevent the community's arms stock from becoming too large.

Now suddenly a very background "Johnniewon"...very powerful international arms dealer.... Then there is no point in staring at "Uncle Hai".

Since there is a chance! It's better to put the nail in the most useful place!

At this time Jiang Lang raised his brows and asked calmly: "Do you want Uncle Hai to die?"

Zhuang Shikai shook his head: "I want John Niwan to die!"

Jiang Lang nodded slightly: "Understood."

He flicked the soot and said, "Call you when the time comes."

"I will help you."

Zhuang Shikai stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you!"

"Do you work for the chief..." Jiang Lang smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Dedicating to Hong Kong Island!"

At this moment he was very sincere and determined.

Soon he exhaled again: "A sir."

"I'm leaving!"

After he finished speaking, with a cigarette between his fingers, he took two steps forward, planning to leave the rooftop and go to work.

At this moment, Zhuang Shikai suddenly turned around and called him: "Hey!"

"and many more!"

Jiang Lang paused, turning his head indifferently and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Sir!"

Zhuang Shikai reached out into his pocket and took out something.

"Shoo!" He tossed directly to the opposite side, drawing an arc from the east to the west.

A warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Smelly boy! Your birthday today..."

"Papa!" Jiang Lang raised his hand to catch the gift accurately.

He opened his palm and saw that an exquisite brand-name lighter was lying quietly in his palm.

The left side of the lighter is frosted with sea wave patterns, and the right side is the engraving of the word "Jianglang".

There is a string of numbers at the bottom.

2973.

This is his siren, but without the PC abbreviation, it seems to be a number with no meaning.

Even if it is picked up or discovered by someone who is interested, at most it will only be considered as a birthday abbreviation, and no other associations will arise.

At this time, Jiang Lang played with the lighter, his eyes swept across the string of numbers, but his eyes became extremely deep.

He knew that Sir Zhuang was using a certain way to remind him that he should never forget his identity and mission.

This string of numbers is carved into his soul, meaning that cannot be washed away or erased.

"Ding!" Jiang Lang flipped open the lid of the lighter, slid his hand, rubbed the ignition, the flame flickered, and then went out.

"Thank you!" Jiang Lang raised his hand to thank him, walked towards the rooftop exit again, and turned to leave.

Zhuang Shikai put his hands in his pockets, stood on the edge of the roof, and suddenly said loudly: "You will be reinstated after you finish this order!"

Jiang Lang did not respond vocally, but raised his hand and waved it, silently expressing that he knew that he chose to disappear and meet again.

And behind Zhuang Sir was a blue sky and white clouds, high-rise buildings, he put his hands in treasury bags, turned his face to his side, and began to enjoy the sound of the wind for a moment.

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New Territories.

A warehouse.

A week later.

Uncle Hai is standing in the warehouse wearing cotton sweaters.

I saw that he was short, with white temples and wrinkled face, and his whole person had begun to grow old, and he was no longer the age suitable for the chaos.

At this moment, he was standing in the middle with a few bosses, raising his hands to direct more than a dozen horses to carry the goods, preparing to transport the last batch of arms in the warehouse onto the truck and distribute them to a few Burmese men on Hong Kong Island at low prices.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" An attendant next to Uncle Hai shouted at this moment.

"yes, Sir!"

The horses hung sweat towels on their shoulders and wore white shirts to speed up their movements.

Jiang Lang stood by.

The expression is cautious.

Uncle Hai turned around and said to him: "A Lang."

"I go to Thailand every day..."

Jiang Lang's expression was calm: "Uncle Hai."

"I go with you."

Uncle Hai shook his head: "No need."

"I closed the mountain."

Jiang Lang's expression changed slightly, but Uncle Hai stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "All these businesses are entrusted to you. You can do it if you want to do it. If you don't want to do it, you can take your brothers to do something else. You have no worries about your skills. Eat."

"But..." Jiang Lang moved his lips, wanting to refuse.

"Boom!" Two loud noises suddenly burst out of the warehouse door.

The warehouse door was suddenly blasted open, and three pickup trucks full of horses rushed into the warehouse. A famous horse on the pickup truck held a rifle, raised the muzzle, and fired frantically around.

"Da da da." The gunshots sounded like a shower of rain, and the blood splashed like waves of ink.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

In the warehouse, a white-shirted horse screamed, was shot and fell to the ground, and the cargo box in his hand fell to the ground. Uncle Hai’s hands were washed side by side, and even a few of them took out their weapons to fight back. Ma Zi was quickly emptied.

"Uncle Hai!" Jiang Lang stepped forward, spreading his hands and protecting him in front of the boss.

"Boom!" A truck drove into the warehouse, and a man with a full face jumped out of the door and walked in front of the two with an AK in his hand.

At the moment, a few cars have surrounded Uncle Hai and the others, dozens of guns are aimed at them, and each horse has a ferocious look and a sneer on his face.

"Johnniewon" was wearing sunglasses, a big gold chain hanging around his neck, wearing a leather jacket, and dragging an AK to Uncle Hai.

"Uncle Hai!"

"Long time no see!" Johnniewon grinned.

"Humph!"

Uncle Hai threw the cigarette **** on the ground, his eyes were bad, and he cursed sharply: "Johnnie! You killed even the door!"

"A dozen or so brothers lying on the ground! Which one has never had a drink with you! Have tea? Have you called you Johnny?"

Johnniewon held up his AK with one hand, his eyes widened, and roared like thunder: "I don't care! I will die if you stop me from getting rich!"

"It's you! I'm still the same shit!"

"Johnnie! You are a dog who deceives his master and ancestors!" An old brother next to Uncle Hai could no longer hold back, stepping forward and raising his hand to curse.

"Da da da!" John Niwan did not hesitate, squeezed the trigger decisively, holding the AK in one hand, and ak's muzzle shivered suddenly, and only used the first two bullets to kill the street boy who had called him. The remaining strings of bullets flew around, killing some of Johnny's own men, which was simply perverted and vicious.

"Papa." After Johnniew shot the gun, he threw the AK rifle to the ground, ha ha ha, chuckled twice, stepped forward, walked in front of Jiang Lang, and took out a probing hand in his arms. A cheque said: "One million Hong Kong dollars!"

"A Lang! Come and follow me over the file!"

"That's a small amount of horses and horses."

Now there are two people left in the field, Uncle Hai and Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang held the gun in his left hand, his eyes condensed, staring at the check...

"No money!"

"Just die!"

Johnny Wang said suddenly.

Uncle Hai raised his hand and pushed Jiang Lang away, stepping forward and cursing, "Johnny! Don't play this set with me!"

"If you want to kill or kill, it's up to you!"

"A Lang is not someone you can threaten!"

"I can trust A Lang!"

......

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Five minutes later, three straight shots rang out in the warehouse. Johnnie Won laughed loudly, got into the truck with Jiang Lang's shoulders, and quickly drove away from the scene.

After half an hour.

Zhuang Shikai, dressed in a suit, drove to the scene.

He pushed the door and stepped out of the car, raised his hand to raise the cordon, bent over and got up again, and walked into the warehouse.

Several inspectors and senior inspectors from the New Territories Police District, a total of more than a dozen people, immediately greeted them and shouted: "Zhuang sir! Zhuang sir! Zhuang sir!"

"Yeah." Zhuang Shikai nodded, saw the blood on the ground, frowned and asked, "Are many people dead at the scene?"

"Eighteen people died!"

"It was a one-sided massacre!" In the New Territories serious case, the Senior Inspector "Mo Jiahua", representing the people at the scene of the New Territories Police Station, replied to the chief.

Zhuang Shikai pondered and said, "Nothing to live?"

"There is one!" Mo Jiahua replied aloud: "An arms leader named'Guan Shanhai' was shot three times in the body, but all three shots avoided the heart. He has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. According to the doctor, he was rescued. The chances of coming back are great."

The fact that the police in the New Territories were able to arrive in time, apparently also had someone whistleblowing and giving "Uncle Hai" a way to survive. It was a tacit understanding between the two.

Zhuang Shikai sorted his cuffs and preached: "Yes."

"After Guan Shanhai was discharged from the hospital, he was transferred to the Hong Kong Island Region to take over. The Hong Kong Island Region will proceed with the prosecution process for him. As for the case at the scene..."

Zhuang Shikai issued an order: "Give it to Hong Kong Island Regional Criminal Department~www.readwn.com~Mo Jiahua and other New Territories police officers stand at attention and salute, and replied immediately.

This case involves international arms dealers, which have always been handled by the Hong Kong Island Region, and the New Territories Police District is not qualified to intervene.

Moreover, even the on-site intelligence was provided by the Hong Kong Island Region, and the New Territories Police District did not intend to intervene.

These little police officers did not dare to talk too much in front of the speaker.

What will happen after "Guan Shanhai"?

Sir Zhuang only promised to give "Uncle Hai" a way to survive, but he didn't promise to let him live and spend his old age peacefully.

This kind of person who made his fortune by smuggling arms, even if his temples were eliminated by the times, would not be eligible to enjoy his old age.

"I'll wait for a meeting." Zhuang Shikai raised his watch and glanced down. Mo Jiahua stood beside him, immediately grasping the understanding, and preaching first: "Sir, I will send you."

A group of New Territories police officers immediately stepped forward to accompany the gangster to leave the scene...