Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 317 Ah. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.

Six pm.

In a cramped room, Ah Hua sat on the bed, staring at the photo of Zhang Zhonglin in his right hand, with a few green smoke rising from the cigarette held in his left hand.

In the kitchen inside, there was a small grinding sound from time to time.

"call"

He took a long breath, took out a lighter and burned Zhang Zhonglin's photo. He looked at the address that turned into ashes and looked at the bathroom and kitchen inside: "What are you doing? Are you ready?"

When Wuying didn't respond, Ahua stood up and walked up, leaning on the door frame with his hand.

In Xiangjiang, in order to maximize the use of space, in some places the kitchen and bathroom are stacked together, and the toilet is next to the stove. This is utilized to the extreme and is specially tailored for the poor.

Wuying squatted on the ground, holding the rusty kitchen knife that he had turned out from the corner and polished it carefully on the whetstone.

The blade was covered with rust, and there were several chips visible on the blade. The polished blade became sharp again, revealing its metallic texture.

"Okay, it's just a broken knife, what's there to polish it with?"

Ah Hua looked at Wu Fei, who was squatting on the ground and scraping the blade with his fingers to test the sharpness, and couldn't help but curl his lips: "According to me, it's better to go get one from the pork guy outside. It's quick and sharp."

"This knife is rusty and has chips. Is it okay to use it? Don't drop the chain at the critical moment."

"Boss, you know nothing."

Wu Fei held a cigarette in his mouth and continued to polish: "If you use this kind of knife, if you cut him down, you will be infected with tetanus and poison him to death."

"Let me tell you, if there were no conditions and time was urgent, I would have to throw this knife into the sewer and give it a good dip. The more viruses and bacteria there are, the better."

"cut."

Ah Hua curled his lips, then turned around and went out: "Don't be disgusted, rush to the street, I don't even have the appetite to eat at night."

A few minutes later, Wuying came out and handed the kitchen knife to Ah Hua. He wrapped it with wet toilet paper several times and wrapped it with newspaper: "Here's this one for you."

"Oh."

Ah Hua took the kitchen knife over and weighed it in his hand. It was a little lighter and it didn't feel heavy enough, but it was okay: "What about you?"

"I can do whatever I want."

Wuying waved his hand, turned around and went into the bathroom, and soon took out a machete. The blade was much thicker and larger than the one in Ahua's hand.

This kind of kitchen knife is specially designed for chopping vegetables. Whether it is ribs or large bones, it can be chopped with the knife.

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Ah Hua looked at Wu Fei who was packing the kitchen knife, rolled his eyes, put the kitchen knife in his loose coat, and went outside one after the other.

The two of them don't get along very well. They haven't had a decent mobility scooter for several years. The only car they have is from who knows how many hands. A while ago, it was completely useless.

But we couldn't live without transportation. Ahua went to find a friend at an auto repair shop and brought a motorcycle over. After getting on the car, he turned the key and said, "Put on your helmet and sit tight."

Wuying grabbed the handle of the back seat of the motorcycle and jumped out of the motorcycle. He almost lost his seat and fell out: "You are rushing into the street. You want to kill me. It's so cold. Drive slowly."

It's already over November, and the weather here in Xiangjiang has also started to get colder. The body temperature is only about ten degrees Celsius, and with the wind blowing at night, it's really cold.

"If it's a little later, that street guy will call it a day and go home. You want to go into his house!"

Ah Hua replied angrily, twisting the accelerator with his finger, and the exhaust pipe sprayed air out. The speed increased again, and he shuttled quickly on the highway.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

North District Police Station.

Zhang Zhonglin, Watson, and Ma Jun walked out, looked back at the police station, and prepared to leave.

Things are going well. After Gao Lao, Datou and the others were captured, they couldn't reach an agreement with Gao Lao and were unwilling to identify Wu Zhihui. It didn't matter. Gao Lao's horsemen came out to identify Gao Lao's hiding and selling of white noodles. They also took away the stolen goods. The certificate is enough for him to drink a pot.

No matter what, it must have thwarted Wu Zhihui's wishful thinking.

"Ruthless enough."

Watson winked at Zhang Zhonglin: "If you want me to see it, you should go directly to our North District Police Station. Your investigation skills are not much worse than ours, hahaha."

Zhang Zhonglin acted quickly enough in creating the chain of false evidence. Before Gao Lao's detention time was over, he had already arrested Gao Lao on new charges and prepared for a new round of handling the case.

"No, no, isn't this necessary for work?"

Zhang Zhonglin waved his hands reservedly: "Since we are going to do it, we must do it quickly enough. Taking it slowly will not be efficient at all. If that doesn't work, we will catch Wu Zhihui by surprise!"

"Come on, have a couple of drinks and I'll treat you."

Watson pulled Zhang Zhonglin and winked: "I recently found a nice place, I guarantee you will have a good time drinking."

Anyway, in the recent work plan, they have to deal with Zhang Zhonglin for a long time, so Watson still pays attention to maintaining relationships.

With Zhang Zhonglin doing things in front, they also saved a lot of work. The main reason was that Zhang Zhonglin did a good job.

"How about that?"

Zhang Zhonglin waved his hand reservedly, but he still couldn't resist Watson's enthusiasm. The three of them drove out to eat and drink. The whole process was quite enjoyable.

After drinking for more than an hour, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Zhang Zhonglin looked at the time and stood up to leave. He would continue working on Gao Lao's case tomorrow, so Watson stopped trying.

"Slow down."

Watson looked at Zhang Zhonglin, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a glowing face, and waved to him, looking at the red taillights on the highway: "This Zhang Zhonglin is a bit interesting."

"Just compliment him a few words, and people will go to heaven. With him being proactive, we can save a lot of effort."

"Ha ha."

Ma Jun put his hands in his pockets and said with a cold face: "I can do it, we are only responsible for assisting, and he is the main one. If he is so active, the big circle guy should benefit a lot, right?"

"Of course."

Watson was convinced: "If he wasn't not on good terms with Miao Qingshan, the big boy in the circle, how could he be so active in doing things?"

Zhang Zhonglin was in a good mood today, things were done well, and progress was very fast. Gao Lao was being held back by him, and Wu Zhihui was in chaos.

At that time, as long as he joins forces with Miao Qingshan and beats Wu Zhihui hard on the river, Wu Zhihui's wishful thinking will basically collapse, and his mission will be completed.

and.

Zhang Zhonglin still had his own little calculations in mind. With Lin Huaile joining, he understood to some extent how important it was to regain control of this smuggling line.

Controlling this line will not only collapse Wu Zhihui's calculations, but he, Lin Huaile, must also want to use this line to gain the votes of the speaker.

Lin Huaile and Miao Qingshan have conflicts. If Miao Qingshan regains control of this line, will he have to make profits?

If you, Lin Huaile, want to use this line to achieve your goals, then you have to give me money!

This is why Zhang Zhonglin is very active. As long as he helps Miao Qingshan make a comeback, he can not only collect money from Miao Qingshan, but also ask Lin Huale for it.

Eat at both ends!

"La la la"

Zhang Zhonglin hummed a little tune, drove to his residence, turned on the radio, and listened to the magnetic voice of the radio anchor, feeling very good.

Yuen Long.

The motorcycle stopped next to the roadside outside a community. Ahua, who was driving, specifically chose a place without CCTV to park.

Wuying jumped out of the car, put his hands in his pockets and huddled up: "Come on the street, I told you to drive slower, you're freezing like a dog."

"Do something."

Ah Hua scolded him angrily, and the two of them walked towards the community in front of them one after another without taking off their helmets.

The helmet is very covering, and when the windshield is pressed down, it is basically impossible to see the appearance of the person inside.

As soon as the two of them were about to enter the community, they were stopped by a kid selling newspapers on the roadside: "Big brother, big brother, buy a copy of the new evening paper, it's big news."

"What news?"

Wuying glanced sideways at the kid selling the newspaper: "You brat, you're not a big talker, but you're quite good at talking. He calls me a big boss and I feel very comfortable."

"There is corruption in the marine police." The child didn't say much, and took out a newspaper from the pile of newspapers on his side bag: "Buy a copy and take a look, boss, you said my voice is nice, buy a copy. ."

"Row."

Ah Hua listened to the corrupt words of the Marine Police. Their target tonight was also the Marine Police. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?

He took the newspaper, gave the child a coin, and the two continued on their way.

outside.

"Hey."

The security guard looked at the kid selling newspapers: "Newspapers are not allowed to be sold here. Leave now."

"Grandpa."

The child was not afraid of him, so he took out a newspaper and handed it over, smiling and saying: "You are so boring at work anyway, so I will give you a newspaper to read and pass the time."

"Push the street."

The security guard laughed and cursed, took the newspaper and ignored him. That's right, it was really boring. He was reading the newspaper and waiting for the next person to take over. It was just a good time to pass the time.

He shook the newspaper, looked at the headline and read: "Marine Police Corruption."

in the community.

"I was just talking to tease him, are you serious?!"

Wuying muttered and followed Ah Hua: "Do you know if I add two more coins, I can buy a beer in the hall? What's so interesting about the newspaper? I feel dizzy after reading it. It's a waste."

Ah Hua ignored him and read the newspaper as he walked. There was information related to Zhang Zhonglin, which basically meant that he had taken money from the big circle boy Miao Qingshan and had fallen into trouble.

"Tsk tsk."

Ah Hua's mind was spinning very quickly, and he seemed to have thought of something. Then he looked at the header of the newspaper and saw a small newspaper: "Isn't this the public opinion created by the boss Hui?!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Wuying took the newspaper and looked at it: "Fuck the street, big brother Hui is so smart? Then after we finish our work tonight, won't we blame it entirely on the big guy Miao Qingshan?!"

He suddenly became more excited, and now he had no worries at all, but he muttered again: "Come on the street, I think I have been out and about for so long, and I have always been daring, but today I killed a bad guy, and I actually want a big ring boy." Come and help replace."

"Okay."

Ah Hua sarcastically said, "Then I'll call a few reporters over for you. You tell the reporters that you were the one who beheaded him. That way you will become famous."

"Pounce on the street."

Wuying was furious: "I said it casually, but you just stared at my table and demolished it, right?!"

The two chatted for a while, and soon arrived at their destination, Unit 8. They looked up at the sixth floor. The lights in Zhang Zhonglin's residence were not on yet, and no one had returned.

"I'm just talking about these policemen"

Wu Fei started to mutter again, but Ah Hua pointed at him and had to shut up. Following him, the two of them squatted down in the corner outside, squatting in the shadows, and wearing black clothes, it was really hard to spot.

Twenty minutes later.

Zhang Zhonglin drove back to the community, but was told by the security guard that the parking spaces inside were full. Zhang Zhonglin didn't care so much, burped in wine and reprimanded the security guard, and drove in with a curse.

When he entered, he did not forget to scold the security guard who was reading the newspaper: "Remember me, I am the owner of this place. If you don't open the door next time, you will be thrown into the street!"

"Pounce on the street."

The security guard looked at Zhang Zhonglin who was slamming in with the accelerator, then raised the newspaper in his hand and compared the picture with Zhang Zhonglin: "Damn, is that him you're talking about?"

He muttered in a low voice: "Black policeman, no wonder you are so arrogant. Let's attack the street. Let's see how long you can stay arrogant."

Zhang Zhonglin drove the car in. After driving around, he really didn't find a parking space. He was tired and annoyed, so he parked the car directly at the door of his unit building, occupying half of the internal driveway and stopped directly.

Close the door and come out, take the car key and walk into the corridor.

in the shadows.

Ahua and Wuying had been waiting for a long time, staring at him, and rushed out immediately after watching him go in.

Zhang Zhonglin couldn't help but be wary when he heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around subconsciously and habitually touched the .38 pinned to his waist.

However, just as he saw two men wearing helmets appear clearly, his vision went dark, a sack was pulled over his head, and he was kicked to the ground and punched.

It was impossible to say that he was not nervous. The two of them raised their feet and kicked fiercely with sullen faces. Zhang Zhonglin, who was restrained by the sack, had to be beaten passively.

Soon.

Zhang Zhonglin fainted.

"Pounce on the street."

Wuying breathed out, took out the kitchen knife wrapped in his coat pocket, and signaled to Ahua to grab his hand and chop it off.

At this time, Zhang Zhonglin, who suddenly fainted, kicked his foot violently, took out his .38 with his left hand and fired wildly.

Harsh gunshots rang out in the community.

Ah Hua's eyelids twitched and he directly held down his gun-holding hand. In the confusion, several shots missed, but one shot hit Wuying's right hand holding the knife.

"Grass."

Wuying's face was pale and his forehead was sweating. He looked at Ahua who was holding down Zhang Zhonglin, bent down to pick up the kitchen knife that fell on the ground, and raised it high.

Under the light, the kitchen knife reflects the light, and you can see the red stains on it.

"Pfft..."

The angry Wuying slashed continuously, and his screams were extremely cruel. Ahua looked at the severed hand on the ground, then looked at the completely crazy Wuying who was about to kill someone, and quickly stopped him: "That's enough, that's enough!"

Around him, there were already people looking over.

"go!"

Ahua gritted his teeth and scolded, pulled Wuying and ran away. After running several steps back, Wuying stopped again and turned back.

Ah Hua urged anxiously: "What are you doing?!"

"Who knew I did it?!"

Wuying ran back again, looked at the severed hand on the ground, picked it up and put it in his pocket, then ran away quickly. After leaving the community, he got on the motorcycle and quickly disappeared on the road with the roar of the accelerator.

More and more people gathered around the community, and someone called the police. The pale-faced Zhang Zhonglin was helped up, and he kicked and beat the people around him crazily.

He searched on the ground, but apart from the blood stains on the ground, his hand had long since disappeared: "My hand, my hand!"

A sharp roar echoed in the community, and he fainted.

on the rooftop.

Aji, a man with white hair, stood at the railing, watching the scene with an expressionless expression. He took out his phone and called: "They've done it."

in the car.

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui put down the phone and looked at Changmao who was driving. The two looked at each other in the rearview mirror, and Changmao nodded to express his understanding.

soon.

The car stopped in front of a nightclub.

"Hahaha"

The fish-headed creature who had been waiting for a long time extended his hand and greeted him with a big smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ah Hui."

(End of this chapter)