The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 135 The Black Ghost's Plan (Please Subscribe)
Zhou Yu smiled, very easily: "Yo Hou~, I have a reaction, if you don't talk, I thought yesterday's bullet went into your brain, making you stupid."

"Now that you know you care, you haven't thought about why I sent you to the obstetrics and gynecology hospital instead of the detention ward?"

The reaction of the nigger was indeed a bit slow. Being caught on the spot was a great blow to his mind. No one can accept the gap between one step from heaven and one step from hell.

But it doesn't mean that he is stupid, he has been in the drug market for so long, and the word deceitful is always with him.

He reacted: "You mean someone wants to kill me?"

Zhou Yu snorted and smiled: "It's a big scene, a fight scene with 60 or [-] people, da da da da da da, bang bang bang bang, bang bang, that ambulance beater is about to be scum."

"It's a pity that you didn't see such a wonderful picture. It's too regretful. If you can see it, it means that you are at the scene. Then I really don't have to entertain you today, Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi~. "

What Zhou Yu said seemed to be talking about a movie scene, as if everyone was an outsider watching the movie, but the black ghost listened a little coldly, and someone wanted to kill him.

His pupils are wide open, very likely!
This scene is too familiar, Yao Wankun, isn't that how he was killed.

What a familiar plot, when he killed Yao Wankun, he didn't have any regrets in his heart, he only felt that he had cut off the trouble.

It's just that things are back to me now, which is really hard to accept.

His voice became dry: "Thank you."

Zhou Yu looked at him in surprise: "Hey, the gangsters still say thank you, so polite."

The nigger laughed at himself: "At least you once had the chance to kill me, and now I'm still alive, shouldn't I thank you."

"No, I really want to thank you. Tell me what I want to hear." Zhou Yu raised his hand to stop it, and his smile returned to normal.

"What do you want to know?"

"Ni Yongxiao, Gandhi, Han Chen, they can do anything."

The nigga shook his head: "I don't know, I'm not trying to fool you, we're going to tell the Ni family, and the Ni family doesn't directly participate, so what can I tell you?"

"Say more."

The black ghost sneered: "You are not so naive, you said that someone came to kill me, it has been so long since I was arrested, A Xiao must have taken action, even if I knew it before, it is useless now gone."

Zhou Yu frowned and looked at him: "You and Gandhi are working together to engage in drugs, right? Even if there is no news from Ni Yongxiao, how about Gandhi, can you tell the truth so clearly?"

"How do you know that Gandhi and I are together?" The information accidentally revealed in Zhou Yu's words made the nigger's eyes narrow slightly, and a chill oozes from his eyes.

He has been doing business smoothly and peacefully for so many years, and he still doesn't know where he went wrong, which led to the police.

But there was something wrong in the words of the dead policeman on the opposite side. There was no Gandhi at the scene of the gun battle. How did he know?
I'm ashamed of you, I've been so kind to you, yet I betrayed me?

Zhou Yu's words made him doubt immediately, whether there was a second-five kid around him and ordered him.

Anger surged up, came and went quickly, he thought that several of his core subordinates seemed to have been reimbursed in that shootout.
It's not them, it's the people from Gandhi's side, I... fuck your lungs.

The black ghost sat down weakly, this time he couldn't even scold in his heart, only depressed.

Gandhina gave birth to twenty-five sons, and it was him who was hurt, which is too ridiculous.

Zhou Yu didn't understand.
He forgot what the nigger didn't know, so he said it casually, but what's wrong with the nigger, such a big change in mood is not conducive to the recovery of the wound.

"Nigger, what's so strange, the Ni family has been in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years, do you think our police would feel uneasy and insert a few people in there? Let alone you nigga, even Ni Yongxiao has our people around him."

The nigger smiled wryly, guessing is one thing, knowing is another.

He is now sure that there is something wrong with Gandhi. Didn't he see that the younger brothers around him are all dead? It is impossible for the dead to betray him and be beaten to death in the end.

Thinking about it, he felt that it might as well have been betrayed by the people around him. It doesn't matter if he was betrayed by the people around him. After all, he was beaten to death, which is considered revenge, Er Wuzi.

He replied sarcastically: "Since you have people around Ni Yongxiao, why are you asking me why? Go find the ghost directly."

The mood of the nigger changed quickly, which made Zhou Yu a little unpredictable what the nigger was thinking. If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't guess.

"Nigger, you are also an old man who has been sitting in this position for so long. Don't say such unnutritious words. To put it simply, if you have any evidence of Gandhi, hand it over, and you may still get out."

Mentioning Gandhi, the nigger cheered up and sat up straighter. Gandhi was also an idiot, and he didn't even know that he had a ghost by his side.

He had no doubt that it was Gandhi who ordered him, and that batch of goods was half of Gandhi's. If he took that batch of goods just to get rid of him, the price would be too high, and he was reluctant to change places.

But he hates it.

The black ghost thought for a while, and a sly light flashed in his eyes: "Sir Zhou, right, let's make a deal."

"Oh? Tell me." Zhou Yu nodded, feeling a little interesting, so let's listen to what he has to say.

The nigga smiled, and leaned back on the chair with a calm expression: "I have been out here for so many years, and it's not for nothing. If I want to tell you news, there are, and there are a lot, but what can you give me?"

Zhou Yu waved his hand: "Nigger, this is wrong. The business here is not based on what I have, but what you need. Now you are the customer and I am the seller, but whether the transaction can be made or not, I After all, don’t get your identity wrong.”

The nigger knew that Zhou Yu was reminding him that the deal was unfair, and Zhou Yu would have no loss whether he sold it or not, but if the nigger himself failed to buy it, he would be imprisoned for life.

"I want to be free, close the case."

"impossible!"

The nigga lion opened his mouth wide, Zhou Yu vetoed it, don't even think about it, let go of it as soon as possible, even if the nigger sent Ni Yongxiao's family in, he would not be able to get out of here unscathed.

The citizens will definitely not agree, and the people below don't care if your deal is of greater value. It is a crime to acquit a black boss!

This didn't kill the police force, and Zhou Yu, the executor who made it happen, must be responsible in the end.

Besides, the police force is going to hold a press conference in the afternoon, and the meeting announcement has been sent out. It is estimated that Hu Zhuoren has wiped and wiped off Hu Zhuoren's hairspray, and he is practicing smirking in front of the mirror.

Let Zhou Yu touch the bad luck now, don't even think about it.

(End of this chapter)