Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 164 Happy
"No, don't kill me..."

In a dirty alley, the mad dog was sitting on the ground in horror, using both hands and feet, and backed away.

He is a drug dealer, and he has a group of desperadoes under him, and the goods in his hands are exclusively for nightclubs in Shatian District.

As the name suggests, he is like a mad dog, with a perverse personality, he will always pay every penny, and he will take revenge. Friends on the road are not willing to provoke him, and few people dare to come to his place to make trouble.

However, at this moment, he looked like a bereaved dog, with blood all over his face, sobbing in his mouth, and retreating back in a panic.

"I have money, and I'll give it all to you! I'll give you whatever you want, just talk!"

He was pressing down on the muddy and smelly sewage, leaning his back against the inner wall of the alleyway, and there was no way he could retreat.

There was no light source in the alley, so he could only use the dim street lights at the entrance of the alley to see the figure approaching in front of him like a god of death, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

It was this person who single-handedly entered his lair and killed seventeen of his subordinates!

No, he is not human!He is the devil!
All of his men had guns, but none of them hit this guy!Only the devil can have such terrifying speed and strength!
Mad Dog saw this guy break the stock of an AK with a whip kick!
A figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, Mad Dog shouted desperately as if seeing a savior.

"Help! Help! Call the police! This man wants to kill me!"

Suddenly, his yelling stopped abruptly, because he found that the man was not moved at all, just quietly looking in this direction.

After he stopped shouting, the man suddenly moved and slowly walked into the alleyway.

Straight to his side, the man suddenly spoke English.

Afterwards, the devil also replied to him in strange English.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you money! Money!"

Mad Dog begged for mercy in what little English he knew, but the two were unmoved.

Listening to their communication in English, Mad Dog felt anxious and annoyed at the same time.

Why didn't I learn a few more English sentences?Now I don't even know what to say to beg for mercy.

"Are you a mad dog?"

The man who came in later suddenly asked a question in Cantonese.

"Yeah yeah!"

Mad Dog's heart ignited hope again.

"How much money are you willing to exchange for your own life?"

The mad dog hurriedly said: "I have more than 700 million US dollars, and more than 300 million are in a Swiss bank account. I also have two buildings, a bar, and four ice rooms... If you want, I will give you all! "

"Do you know a man named Anan?"

"Anan? Who is Anan? I don't know him?"

The mad dog was puzzled, and he couldn't remember which guy named Anan he knew.

"Of course you don't know him. I asked you on purpose."

"What do you mean?"

Mad Dog froze.

Suddenly, the figure raised his hand, and in the dim light, Mad Dog could see clearly the outline of a pistol in his hand.

"Don't kill me!"

The mad dog screamed: "Did that man named Anan offend you? I can help you find him! I'll kill him for you!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need."

The figure buckled the hammer.

"Who is going to kill me! Let me know if I die!"

The mad dog roared with eyes wide open.

Bang!
A bullet pierced his head, Mad Dog lost his focus for a moment, his pupils dilated, and then he tilted his body and fell to the ground.

After a while, two people walked out of the alley, their faces were illuminated by street lamps, and it was Ah Sheng and Songpa.

He quickly got into a car and drove away from the scene.

Inside the car, Songpa suddenly said, "You lied to me."

The secret smile on the corner of Asheng's mouth froze: "Why do you say that?"

"That man doesn't know Nan, he's a drug dealer."

Songpa turned his face and stared at A Sheng: "I can recognize his scent."

Ah Sheng hurriedly explained: "I thought he might have news about Fei Nan, but after pressing him, he didn't get anything."

He was indeed using Sompa.

Just this morning, Hong Guang sent over the list of forces left by Zhu Tao. According to the agreement, he needed to help Hong Guang clean up Zhu Tao's group of large and small drug dealers.

There was no news from Brother Xia, so he came up with the idea of ​​using Songpa's power to do something for himself.

After listening to Ah Sheng's explanation quietly, Songpa said, "As your punishment for cheating me, your medicine for today will be given to you 5 minutes later."

"Ok."

Hearing this, Ah Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I have already sent someone to investigate and follow Fei Nan's brother, and I believe there will be results soon..."

In the middle of speaking, his complexion suddenly changed, and then he grabbed the seat violently, and the veins in his neck bulged.

A sharp pain erupted from his abdomen, as if a steel knife had been inserted into his abdomen, stirring violently.

The intense pain made him delay for a full three seconds before he yelled.

Sompa looked at him with compassion in his eyes, and chanted scriptures in his mouth.

The younger brother who was driving heard the cry of pain, looked in the rearview mirror, hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and asked with concern: "Brother Sheng, are you alright?"

Ah Sheng didn't hear what he said at all, he was so painful that he even had some difficulty breathing.

Five minutes seemed like five years. Suddenly, a pill was stuffed into his mouth by Sompa.

With a muffled grunt, he swallowed the pill and waited for ten minutes before the severe pain gradually subsided.

The clothes all over his body were already soaked, and Ah Sheng looked at Songpa with a little fear in his eyes.

He never wanted to experience the severe pain just now.

"Don't lie to me again."

Sompa looked at him and said seriously.

Ah Sheng's face was as black as iron, he patted the driver's seat, panted and said, "Drive!"

In the night, half a bright moon hangs high, and at the same time, another wave of drug dealers is conducting transactions in a power plant in Tuen Mun District.

The number of the two sides is very different. One side has more than 30 drug dealers, all of whom have live ammunition, while the other side has only three people, one of whom is a thin man with his eyes tied and his hands tied.

"Did you bring the money?"

Boom!
A heavy suitcase was thrown on the ground. Two drug dealers stepped forward, opened the suitcase and took a look. Inside were neatly stacked US dollars.

The leader was a man with an ugly scar on his right cheek. He nodded, and one of his subordinates behind him carried a small silver combination box and threw it to the two opposite people.

Those were two tall, strong, steel-cold men.

They wore camouflage uniforms and looked more like mercenaries, but they were more cold-blooded than mercenaries.

The man in the red beret opened the lockbox, and there were ten glass test tubes neatly stacked inside, which were filled with light blue liquid, emitting a hazy light in the night sky, very beautiful.

"I want to inspect the goods."

The man in the beret nodded to his companion beside him, signaling to bring the blindfolded thin man up.

Then, he took out a glass test tube, pulled out the stopper, pinched the thin man's mouth, and poured the liquid in the test tube into it.

"So many will die."

The scarred face on the opposite side couldn't help reminding.

The beret was unmoved, just observing the changes in the thin man.

Soon, the thin man's breathing became rapid, his eyes became blood red, and the muscles all over his body began to congest and swell, and his whole body seemed to swell in a circle.

"Roar!"

He suddenly broke the rope binding his hands, roaring like a man rushing forward, and punched out.

Snapped!
The beret raised his hand to support the thin man's fist, but his arm was bent a little.

The power increase is about three times...

The thin man suddenly staggered back, and then clutched his throat in pain.

"Roar!"

He exhaled a large burst of scorching steam, and his eyeballs began to swell.

Ten fingers dug out bloodstains on his body, but no blood flowed out.

The temperature around him seemed to be much higher, and his swollen body quickly shrank, and soon he turned into a mummified corpse that looked like it had been dried in the desert.

The beret nodded and said with satisfaction, "It's the real thing."

"of course."

Scarface smiled proudly and said, "We are the only ones in the world who have 'happiness', otherwise, why would we dare to sell it so expensively? Haha!"

(End of this chapter)