late at night.

The streets of Kowloon were silent. There were more street lights than pedestrians. The street lights were dim and car shadows were long. Five vans stopped suddenly in front of a bar.

A dozen figures wearing shirts and trousers with bulging arms jumped out of the car. As soon as they jumped off, they searched around with alert eyes.

A parking boy wearing short sleeves stood up quickly when he saw the license plate, greeted the crowd and said, "Ale is drinking with friends inside."

The horse king's confidant "Quick Gun Chicken" spread his arms, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stepped forward with great momentum, raised his hand and said: "Ma Fenong is on the left, Iron Arm Chen is on the right, others follow me in!"

The two professional gunmen nodded in agreement, waved, and left with three brothers each. A gunman followed the eldest brother and asked: "Brother Chicken, what should I do with the Booger Cow?"

"Stay at the door!" Quick Gun Chicken pinched the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it to the ground: "The parking boy is staring at him, there are no bullets in his gun!"

Quick Gun Chicken rolled over the cigarette butts on the ground and led people into the bar door. When he entered the bar door on the first day of the year, he was greeted by loud music, gorgeous lights, the choking smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the smell of inferior perfume wafting from the crowd.

Each item separates the bar and the street into two worlds.

Quick Gun Chicken led ten brothers straight to where A Le was. During this period, there were brothers in the field who cooperated, and more than thirty people quickly formed a circle.

The ladies, customers, and security guards in the bar all got out of the way when they saw the aggressive group of people. When the quick-fire chicken approached the target seat, the lights of the bar were suddenly turned on: "Peng! Peng! Peng!"

A few daylight lights turned on, and the quick-gun chicken stopped suddenly. The people he led stood in the corridor with astonished faces and looked around. The crowd in the bar became chaotic as the crowd became critical. A group of uniformed policemen were standing at the door of the bar, holding batons.

Shouting loudly: "Police come to check, show your ID card!"

At the same time, six or seven plainclothes police officers stood up from their chairs, holding their IDs and shouting: "Hong Kong Royal Police! Don't be chaotic, it's a routine inspection. Are there any minors?"

The gunman who was approaching Ah Lok looked back frequently and winked at each other. The police in the Kowloon Police District were always easy to deal with. They didn't come early and they didn't come late. Why did they come at the right time to do something?

This is the place of the company. The gunmen did not dare to mess around. The gunmen nodded slightly, and the group squatted on the ground obediently with their heads in their hands. A hotel manager took out a postcard and began to socialize politely with the leading police officer.

, a handsome young man in a suit with a shaved head took advantage of the situation and left, immediately disappearing into the seat in the corner.

The bathroom window was pushed open, and the figure stepped on the sink countertop, pulled up the wall with his hands, and bent down to get out of the window.

This bar is located in an old downtown building. There is an alley behind the bar, with an exit on the left and right. Kuai Gun Chicken has already sent people to block the exits.

Ma Funong and Iron Arm Chen sent two men to guard the back door, and each led one person to guard the alley. Unexpectedly, the window Lin Changle jumped out of with his head lowered was between the right exit and the back door. He jumped to the ground and staggered two steps.

Seeing figures in front and behind, he pulled out his pistol without hesitation and pointed it forward.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

One of the two shots hit. A figure who had just raised his pistol was shot and fell to the ground. The remaining figure continued to shoot. Gunshots rang out in the back alley.

Booger Cow was sitting in the van holding a gun. When he heard the sound of gunshots, he trembled. He held the gun and shouted: "I want to see Brother Le!"

He has been a bad boy for seven years and a gangster for three years, but has never fired a gun in his life.

King Ma was afraid that he would rebel for the Chengzhai brothers, so he specially gave him a gun without bullets, and even deliberately waited for the two of them to take action together, so that the brothers would send them on the road together.

But the Booger Cow had kept the gun in the oil paper bag and never opened it for inspection. Until now, he anxiously took out the weapon, hid it in his arms and ran to the alley on the left.

The parking boy who was previously responsible for keeping an eye on the Booger Cow was being interrogated by the police. When the police heard gunfire in the back alley, their first reaction was to draw their guns on alert, find bunkers, report to the main station, and call for support...

I saw three uniformed police officers hiding in the back of the car, carefully drawing their guns and pointing to the front left.

A figure wearing a long gown, strong and hurried, rushed past the police, holding something in his arms nervously with both hands. His movements were very jerky, and the police knew he was carrying someone with him at a glance.

But just as Booger Cow rushed into the alley to make progress, he ran into Lin Changle, who had an injured arm and was running with a gun in one hand: "Brother Le!"

"Booger Cow!" Lin Changle was wearing a suit, looking nervous, walking in a hurry, and looking very moved.

It must be a good brother who can come to save lives at such a time.

Booger Cow looked at Lin Changle's gunshot wound, and his eyes couldn't help but ripples: "You were shot?"

"Let's go!"

"He Yihai's people are chasing us." Lin Changle said anxiously, but the Booger Niu suddenly came to his senses, pulled out his gun and said: "Brother Le!"

"You're sorry for the company!"

"Aniu!" Lin Changle raised his pistol at the same time. In the dark alley, only the back of the Booger Cow was illuminated by a few street lights. Lin Changle said in disbelief: "You want to kill me too?"

"Why do you want to be a ghost? There will be no good end for being a ghost! Those ghosts are definitely lying to you..." Booger Cow roared impatiently, but Lin Changle said: "Those ghosts are always using me, I

I'm just using them, you don't understand, my name is Changle!"

"I was born because of Changle Club. In this life... I must re-brand Changle. This is my father's last wish! I want to make Changle Club bigger and stronger!"

"Zhang Guobin won't give me a future, so I will fight for my own future."

"There is no Changle Club in this world." Booger Cow argued, but Lin Changle roared loudly: "There is!"

"As long as I am here, there will be Changle in this world!"

The sound of footsteps behind is becoming more obvious.

Lin Changle moved his steps, leaned against the wall, and finally said: "A Niu, I am not working with the ghost boss. Let me out. When I show my Changle sign, I will come back to you and you will be the second line of Changle Club."

marshal!"

"Then who do you work with?"

The Booger Cow slowly squeezed the trigger.

"Me and...bang!"

"Card!"

Lin Changle pulled the trigger, and a bullet went straight through the Booger Cow's abdomen, but the Booger Cow couldn't even pull the trigger. Lin Changle was stunned by the soft sound.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot.

Iron-armed Chen held a gun in his hand and ran quickly with four gunmen. When he saw Lin Changle was shot in the back, he reluctantly pulled the trigger continuously: "Bang!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The look of astonishment in Lin Changle's eyes had not subsided, and he fell to the ground with a trace of guilt in his eyes. He turned his head sideways and stared at the booger kneeling on the ground with his eyes open.

I saw the Booger Cow holding his belly, his fingers dripping with blood, tears bursting from his eyes, and he cried sadly: "Brother Le!"

"I feel so much pain!!!"

"Brother Le..."

Iron-armed Chen and three others stopped in front of the two of them. A horseman asked: "Brother Chen, what should I do? There are police outside!"

"Hurry back to the nightclub and get rid of all the guns. There are many people inside, and it is easy to fish in troubled waters. Once the matter is done, you will be rewarded for your merits. Don't make the matter bigger again." Iron Arm Chen explained.

Ma Zai nodded slightly: "I understand, boss, what should I do with this person?"

Ma Zai pointed his finger at the Booger Cow. Iron Arm Chen looked at the Booger Cow with snot and tears. He couldn't bear the way he was covering his wounds and howling. He inserted the gun into his waist and said: "Fuck her mother."

, Forget it, I will take him out and surrender to the police. If this person is not cured, he will be thrown into the street."

"Boss, are you going?" Ma Zai was a little panicked.

Iron Arm Chen stepped forward and dragged the Booger Cow by his armpits with both hands, turning his back to the police and dragging him out step by step.

"If you are willing to come, will you come?"

People must always take responsibility when faced with some choices. A beating heart is not only for profit, but also pretends to be sentimental.

They thought to themselves that they would never be able to do something like watching their brothers die in front of them. Hong Ying was carrying Yihai on everyone's back. Besides, Ma Zai could not let Ma Zai carry him when he was called "boss".

The three horses looked at each other and all returned to the bar.

The inspection in the bar has long ended, and the police have blocked the streets and alleys instead. Customers lined up to check their ID cards and queued up for evacuation. The bar manager handed more than a dozen fake identities to his fellow bartenders, and the gangsters used fake ID cards to get through.

If it is a one-on-one inspection, the police will report the ID number to the main station for detailed verification and proofreading. The fake ID card is equivalent to a piece of waste paper and can be scanned lightly during a large-scale evacuation.

An ID card is enough.

…

The next day, early morning.

Police Service, Office of the Senior Assistant Commissioner.

Cai Jinping was sitting in his office, after reading a document, he said calmly: "Jockey Club Director Ying Jiabo is suspected of hiring a murderer and engaging in unfair business competition. Let the Commercial Crimes Division and the Crime Group take action to arrest Ying Jiabo."

Bring Bai back."

Liu Jianwen stood in the office, frowned, and actually tried to persuade him: "Sir Cai, the heavy duty group is Sir Chen's department. Do you want to say hello to Sir Chen?"

Cai Jinping frowned and said in a dissatisfied voice: "You used to talk to Sir Chen. Go and communicate with Sir Chen."

"Yes, sir!" Liu Jianwen raised his hand in salute.

Hutchison Building.

King Ma looked at the elder who was sitting on the sofa armchair, wearing a suit, holding his fingers together, and leaning on the chair, and said: "Brother Bing, everything was settled last night."

"However, the bar was suddenly raided by the police. The brothers had no time to stop and had to carry on. As a result, one brother was arrested by the police."

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly and said clearly: "Leave this matter to me. The current situation is a bit delicate. The police cannot let the slightest clue fall into the hands of the police."

King Ma's tone was a little frustrated and dejected, with a gray look on his face: "I'm sorry, Brother Bing, it was caused by my men, and I can't handle it well. I applied to let Yuan Bao take care of the boxer management company."

Zhang Guobin's eyes showed a slightly amused look, and he threw the cigar in his hand to him and said: "King Ma, do you think I'm going to stab you? In fact, it's not you who caused the trouble, it's me. I won't touch the Jockey Club's cake.

Nothing happened, but I decided to touch him!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Blood loves the bones, he must do what he preaches, and he is a role model in the world.
Chapter completed!