Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 42 If you had told me earlier that you were Vietnamese, I might have asked for less!
At Lau Fau Shan in Yuen Long, Wang Jianjun and his group were crowded in a tin house by the sea, sharing a pot of freshly cooked porridge.

The only sounds in the room were the clinking of cutlery and the slurping of porridge, until Wang Jianjun finished eating and put down his cutlery.

Wang Jianguo, who had been waiting for a long time, finally spoke.

"Brother, didn't you say you were coming to Hong Kong Island to collect the skins of Shar-Pei plums? When are you leaving?"

Wang Jianjun said nothing, but picked up a nylon bag on the ground, took out a "Black Star" pistol from it, removed the magazine and spring, and examined it carefully.

He then reassembled the gun and looked at his brother.

"No need, Shar-Pei is already dead!"

"Then why are we coming to Hong Kong Island...Brother, wasn't that batch of goods stolen by Shar-Pei Lee?"

Wang Jianguo's heart suddenly became hot.

"Don't ask too much, a car will come to pick us up soon."

After Wang Jianjun finished speaking, he stood up and glanced at the group of brothers present.

Then he said, "Handsome Meng will drive for a while, and Target Boy, you take two brothers to follow.

The rest of you and Jianguo stay here and wait for my news.

Also, remember to bring your weapons with you. I've asked the Number Gang's smuggler to leave a boat here. In case of any emergency, Jianguo, you take them back to the mainland first!"

……

At 10:30 in the morning, a minibus stopped steadily in front of the Hetai Tea House.

Wang Jianjun stood up from the car and pulled his black tight vest, just covering the Black Star pistol stuck behind his waist.

"Target boy, you and I get out of the car.

Handsome Meng, you stay in the car. If you hear gunshots later, drive back to Liu Fau Shan and meet up with Jianguo and the others.

I've arranged for a snakehead to pick you up there. After you go back, don't show up for a while!"

Everyone understood and just nodded, knowing that it was an order, and then watched Wang Jianjun and the target shooter get off the car.

Hetai Teahouse, Peony Pavilion private room.

squeak-

The door was pushed open.

The two men walked without making any sound, which made He Yaozong, who was sitting in the tea room, look at them with more respect.

"Sit down! Let me introduce myself. My name is He Yaozong. I asked the boss Quan to invite you to Hong Kong Island."

Wang Jianjun glanced around the tea room vigilantly. After confirming that He Yaozong was the only one in the room, he signaled the target shooter to keep watch at the door, and then walked into the room alone.

"You're helping me get rid of Shar-Pei Li, and you're paying us to cross the sea. What's the point?!"

Wang Jianjun sat down on the chair opposite He Yaozong and spoke coldly.

He Yaozong didn't hesitate at all and said directly: "Hire a killer!"

"Don't do it!"

Wang Jianjun answered very straightforwardly and was about to stand up.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Wang Jianjun stopped when he heard the sound.

"not enough!"

"I'm talking about two hundred thousand per person!"

After seeing Wang Jianjun sit down again, He Yaozong smiled and pushed a cup of tea to him.

“If you think it’s not enough, you can always add more.”

Helping the glasses to deal with the disaster was the cause, and asking Wang Jianjun to quote a price was the result.

As soon as he heard the name Wang Jianjun, He Yaozong understood how profitable this deal would be.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

"You have to understand, there are eight of us in this group, and each of us gets 200,000, that's 1.6 million!"

“Yes, even if you rob a gold shop and risk being shot, you may not be able to make a million.

Now I just want you to go and kill a few people. 200,000 each is definitely better than robbing a gold shop, right?"

Wang Jianjun was silent for a while, then spoke.

"Who are you going to kill?"

"Here are some photos of the desperate men in Nam Sang Wai. Take a look at them.

But be careful, this guy named Tony, I want him alive!"

Handing the three photos to Wang Jianjun, He Yaozong focused on the second of the three Vietnamese brothers and introduced him to Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun took the photo, glanced at it briefly, and then looked at He Yaozong.

"Okay, but I want cash. Pay first, then do the work!"

"It's ready for you!"

He Yaozong stood up, walked to a corner of the tea cabinet, and took out a black travel bag from it.

At this moment, Wang Jianjun's hand had already slightly reached behind his waist. Fortunately, He Yaozong did not hesitate and walked over directly with the travel bag. He unzipped it and revealed a bundle of "gold bulls" inside.

The smell of ink from the new banknotes slightly dispelled Wang Jianjun's vigilance. He waved towards the door, and the target shooter who was watching at the door immediately came over.

"Target boy, count the money!"

Looking at the bag full of cash, the target shooter couldn't help but stare.

As the sound of the target shooter counting money rustled in, Wang Jianjun picked up Tony's photo and spoke again.

"Let me be clear, capturing him alive is a hassle. I can't guarantee I can bring him back alive."

He Yaozong shook his head: "These people are just like you, they all play with guns.

If you were to fight them openly, you would probably suffer a great loss.

Well, let me give you an idea."

He Yaozong paused and continued.

"Those three Vietnamese guys, although they are a bit evil, are surprisingly filial to their mother.

Their mother suffers from severe Alzheimer's disease and is now recuperating in the Tung Wah Group of Hospitals' nursing home.

Every weekend these three brothers would go…”

"Wait a minute, are you saying these three brothers are Vietnamese?"

A fierce light flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes, and he interrupted He Yaozong's story.

He Yaozong smiled and nodded, "Yes, they are very skilled, and they may have served in Vietnam!"

"If you had told me earlier that the people you were going to kill were Vietnamese, I might have asked for less!"

After Wang Jianjun finished speaking, he rolled up his vest and turned his back to He Yaozong, revealing a hideous scar.

If an experienced person saw it, they would understand that these scars were worse than any of the elaborate tattoos worn by gangsters.

This is a scratch caused by a shell on the battlefield!
Putting down his vest, Wang Jianjun showed a cruel smile.

“When I was in Laoshan, I fought against the most elite troops of the Vietnamese monkeys!
My little brother almost died at the hands of those bastards. If there's another job like this, I'll take it!"

He Yaozong smiled even more. Fortunately, his words were not in vain. It seemed that Wang Jianjun really had a strong sense of identification with those years of blood and fire.

"Can we still catch him alive?"

"Arrange a room for my brother first, and then just wait for my news!"

After arranging accommodation for Wang Jianjun and others, He Yaozong planned to go to Central.

Chen Tianyi called him yesterday afternoon. He has already submitted a sentence reduction proposal to the Correctional Services Department, and the next step is to start the public opinion campaign.

As for Wang Jianjun, he was not worried that these people would run away with the money. Although Shapi Li was dead, the evidence of their robbery of the gold shop was still in Ahua's hands.

If you don't want to have any more trouble, the best way is to do this for yourself, which can be regarded as a token of loyalty from both parties.

As for how they were going to deal with the three Vietnamese brothers, he was even too lazy to worry about it.

Leaving professional matters to professionals has always been my unwavering belief!
……

Inside the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Chief Inspector Yuen Ka-po came to the Criminal Division's office area carrying a thermos cup.

"Hello, Yuan Sir!"

Lu Huisi, a female police officer from Zhang Chongbang's team, was walking into the office area from the archives room with a document in her arms and happened to meet Yuan Jiabao.

Yuan Jiabao nodded.

"Hui Si, are you delivering materials to the prince?"

"That's right, Mr. Yuan."

"Give it to me. I just happen to have something to talk to the prince about. I'll take it to him."

After saying that, Yuan Jiabao grabbed the stack of materials without saying a word and walked straight towards Zhang Chongbang's office.

I came to Zhang Chongbang's office and pushed open the door. I found Zhang Chongbang, who had just started work, was looking at some materials while eating a portion of pan-fried buns.

"Mr. Zhang, you're still focused on that case. You don't even have time for yourself to eat. You're really working hard!"

Hearing Yuan Jiabao's voice, Zhang Chongbang immediately stood up and saluted Yuan Jiabao.

"Hello, Yuan Sir!"

"Okay, okay, stop it. I want to talk to you about something."

Yuan Jiabao threw the document on Zhang Chongbang's desk. Seeing Zhang Chongbang reaching out to take it, Yuan Jiabao slapped the back of his hand.

Zhang Chongbang chuckled awkwardly.

"Sir Yuan, I've had such a hard time following this case.

Just when we were about to find some clues, the clues were cut off again. I suspect it is..."

"I don't care about your case. I came here to talk to you about something!"

Yuan Jiabao interrupted Zhang Chongbang's speech, then pulled a chair and sat opposite Zhang Chongbang, speaking in a solemn voice.

"You can still eat pan-fried buns outside!

But have you ever thought about your former brothers who are still suffering in prison day after day?!"

(End of this chapter)