The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 296 Gandhi's Collapse (please subscribe for monthly ticket)
Zhou Yu deliberately lengthened the ending and looked at his expression.

Gandhi said he didn't care, but his body and expression clearly expressed his desire for knowledge.

This matter has been in his heart for so many years without an answer, how could he let it go, he is waiting for the next one, anyway, listening for nothing will cost no money.

"But this batch of goods seems to be picked up by someone in the warehouse of the black ghost." Zhou Yu smiled and shrugged, revealing the mystery.

"What?" Gandhi blurted out again in surprise.

After he thought about it carefully, his face became gloomy.

He said, he was already so careful at the time, why did the inexplicable batch of goods get lost?
Thinking about it now, he is really a nigger, he is the most convenient and most motivated to commit crimes.

That bastard, playing black and eating black, bastard!
But after all the nigger was dead, so after he got angry for a while it went away, and he had nothing to do with dead people, it didn't matter.

He looked at Zhou Yu and said mockingly, "So what? You came here today to talk about this matter. Okay, I've heard it."

He still nodded indifferently, and the whole action seemed that Zhou Yu was here to report to him.

Zhou Yu really didn't mind his attitude at all, and continued to put on a smiling face and said, "The story is not over yet, didn't I just say that someone picked up that batch of goods in Heigou's warehouse, you know this person Who is it?"

"Who is it?" Gandhi couldn't help asking.

"Ni Yongxiao."

"It's him? Impossible." Gandhi immediately denied, and then his face gradually became ugly.Squinting his eyes, he asked Zhou Yu: "How do you know about this? And you even know that Ah Xiao got the goods?"

The more Gandhi thought about it, the more he felt that Zhou Yu had made it up. It was impossible. This happened for several years. At that time, if I remember correctly, this Zhou Yu was not a policeman.

It must have happened to know something about the past, and made it up to want him to betray Ah Xiao.

"Take it as impossible. Anyway, it's useless for you to know about this matter. Can you still go out and kill Ni Yongxiao? There is no evidence, right." Zhou Yu seemed to admit that he was making it up. He spread his hands without any excuse.

Gandhi snorted coldly, just stared at him without speaking, watching his performance.

"Let's not talk about the long-term matter. Isn't there a second matter? This matter is related to your present." Zhou Yu smiled warmly.

"What's the matter?" Gandhi glanced at Zhou Yu suspiciously.

The first thing I said just now is true, but it cannot be verified, so it is meaningless.But if it is about the present, then he is also interested, and wants to hear what Zhou Yu said.

"The second thing. It has to do with your wife." Zhou Yu sighed.

"My wife?" Gandhi couldn't understand, but he was upset because he felt that if Zhou Yu mentioned it, nothing good would happen.

Zhou Yu didn't answer him directly, but took out a specially selected mung bean cake from the pastry box, lifted it up, put it in front of his eyes, and asked a little confused.

"Ah, brother Xiong, what color do you think this mung bean cake is?"

"Isn't mung bean cake green?" Shen Xiong was a little puzzled, what do you mean?

Gandhi understood, and his face instantly turned green.

Zhou Yu mentioned his wife to him just now, and now he mentioned the green thing so obviously, isn't this a fool who can understand it?
Then his face turned into a pig liver color, he squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Yu sinisterly, and asked in a deep voice, "Zhou Yu, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't make any sense."

Zhou Yu just smiled lightly.

Then he slowly took a bite of the mung bean cake in front of him, and tasted it pretendingly: "Well, this mung bean cake tastes really good."

A green word that deliberately emphasizes the volume is too obvious.

Shen Xiong had already reacted, and then he took out a piece of mung bean cake from the box with a smile, waved it in front of Gandhi's eyes, imitated Zhou Yu's tone, and said jokingly: "The green mung bean cake is so green, then I have to come and taste it together." taste."

Gandhi's eyes were full of anger, and the good pastry was crushed into mud in his hands.

"Zhou Yu, what do you mean by that?"

Zhou Yu glanced at him: "Want to know?"

"Say." Gandhi's voice was a little cold.

"Are you out of your mind? What kind of tone are you talking to sir!" Zhou Yu's expression turned cold, and he said disdainfully, "It's none of my business whether your wife is green or not, why should I tell you? Are you Don't you even know your current identity? You still think you are the talker in Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Then how do you say it?" Gandhi gritted his teeth.

"Hand over the evidence that can arrest Ni Yongxiao." Zhou Yu looked at him calmly.

Gandhi squinted his eyes, and then suddenly smiled relievedly: "No need, even if you don't tell me, I still have a lawyer. At worst, I will ask him to check the next time I meet with a lawyer. I have plenty of money. I will hire more lawyers." , Am I afraid that he won't be able to find out?"

"You really should be afraid!"

Zhou Yu looked at him pitifully: "Gandhi, have you forgotten that you are in jail? Is that money still yours? It is your wife's money!"

"The money is in your wife's hands. Do you think this lawyer listens to your wife or you? Do you believe it or not? If you want to find out about your wife's cheating, your wife will cut off all your financial resources later. You can’t even smoke in the prison.”

"Impossible." Gandhi immediately retorted: "I still have a son, I still have a son!"

Zhou Yu sneered again and again: "Wife can cheat, so the son must be yours?"

Gandhi: "Fuck!"

Shen Xiong: "Fuck."

"Pfft."

Gandhi and Shen Xiong, one is angry and the other is ridiculed.

Afterwards, Zhou Yu looked at the last person who made a sound, Gandhi's guard.

I saw him struggling to hold back a smile, his face flushed, and his hands clenched into fists to control the shaking of his body.

"Is it funny?" Zhou Yu gave him a playful look.

The guard wanted to speak, but he was afraid that he would not be able to help laughing, so he could only shake his head laboriously.

Zhou Yu stood up, walked in front of him slowly, and teased seriously: "Don't hold it back, laugh if you want, it's so normal, it's hard to hold it back, isn't it?"

The guard snorted again, then choked back.

"What are you holding back?" Zhou Yu continued to tempt the guards: "Think about a big man in Tsim Sha Tsui once, his wife cheated on him, and his son might not be his own. To sit in prison for the rest of his life, but he is still thinking about keeping secrets for others, the key is this person."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Before Zhou Yu finished speaking, the guard laughed.

It's so funny, I can't hold it back.

"Mad, this bitch!" Gandhi cursed furiously.

A sense of powerlessness invaded his whole body, he couldn't get out, everything was in vain.

Having achieved his goal, Zhou Yu restrained the smile on his face.

He just wanted to humiliate Gandhi with this extreme sense of humiliation, make him give up resistance completely, and smash all the dignity that he has maintained all his life, leaving nothing behind.

It looks good now.

Zhou Yu walked back to his seat, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and threw it to Gandhi, then lit it himself, and gently threw the lighter along the table.

Gandhi reached out his hand, trembling slightly uncontrollably, he picked up the lighter, and now his whole body was filled with anger.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and stared at Zhou Yu in front of him with red eyes.

"Is it Ni Yongxiao?! Or who? Why are you willing to tell me the name of that adulterer?"

He needs an exact answer.

Zhou Yu looked at Gandhi. Now he looks like a bullfighting bull. The smoke from his mouth reminds him of the hot air from the nose of a bullfighting bull.

It's so similar.

If you give him a piece of red cloth, I don't know if he will rush over.

Zhou Yu chased away his thoughts, sighed, and said with pity: "I really sympathize with your experience. When you sit in a prison in middle age, you find out that the money belongs to someone else, your wife belongs to someone else, and even your children belong to you." Someone else's, think about the pain."

"Stop it!" Gandhi slammed his fist on the table, and he killed the endless bastard in front of him.

The guard wanted to come over to maintain order, but Zhou Yu waved his hand indifferently, looked at him and said, "I only want Ni Yongxiao's evidence, you just need to tell me what evidence you have that can testify against Ni Yongxiao, and I will give you the adulterer's name." Tell you."

Gandhi took a rough breath: "Ni Yongxiao is very careful, I have the account book in my hand, and I have the account book to hand over to the Ni family."

Zhou Yu shook his head and said regretfully: "But these things are not very useful. Ni Yongxiao has enough money to find a lawyer to help him get rid of the crime. Is there anything else that is more accurate?"

"I still have evidence of Ni Yongxiao's murder!"

"What?" Zhou Yu immediately became interested: "Tell me in detail."

"Ni Yongxiao has killed people several times, three times as far as I know."

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

"That's not true." Gandhi shook his head: "The one who did it was the youngest of the Ni family."

The third child of the Ni family
Zhou Yu nodded, no surprise, it should be him.

If there is someone who can use it, how could Ni Yongxiao get his hands dirty? It's fine, anyway, the third son of the Ni family is also his goal.

It's just that this guy is really legally illiterate and understands the law. What kind of evidence is this for Ni Yongxiao's murder? It made him happy in vain, thinking that he would be arrested soon.

Zhou Yu raised his head: "Go on."

"Every time Ni Yongxiao asks the third child of the Ni family to kill someone, after killing someone, some people will be burned by him, and then the ashes will be thrown away. If there is no time to burn some people, he will order the third child of the Ni family to bury them on the mountain."

"Do you know the location?" Zhou Yu asked.

Luo Ji reported the murder when he came back from being an undercover agent in the Ni family.

It's just that Luo Ji's daily life is to follow Ni Yongxiao and protect Ni Yongxiao. He can't see the place where the third son of the Ni family murdered and buried his body, and he can't inquire about it.

So this matter can only be left there as a bad debt.

(End of this chapter)