Hong Kong film: Cut off Ba Bi at the beginning to help Liang Kun calm down

Although Zhou Wenjun was very 'sincere', Guan Zaisen was still a little worried and continued to ask.

"Brother Sen, I told you that you are my boss."

The smile on Zhou Wenjun's face did not change at all.

"That's fine, that's fine."

After receiving Zhou Wenjun's repeated assurances, Guan Zaisen finally felt relieved. He leaned back in the car seat and muttered to himself.

Perhaps because he was too weak, or perhaps because he was too frightened that night, Guan Zaisen fell into a deep sleep leaning on the back of the chair.

Soon, the Toyota Camry stopped downstairs of an old apartment building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

"Brother Sen, we're home."

Zhou Wenjun patted Guan Zaisen on the shoulder to wake him up.

"Oh, oh, Jun, thank you so much for tonight, thank you so much, I will never cause you any trouble again in the future."

Perhaps frightened by the "fierceness" of Qiu Gangao and others, Guan Zaisen made a promise to Zhou Wenjun that he had never made before.

"Okay, Brother Sen, I told you it doesn't matter. Don't be so scared. Come, I'll help you upstairs."

Zhou Wenjun spoke with a smile as he helped Guan Zaisen up the stairs and soon helped Guan Zaisen to his doorstep. Guan Zaisen, who was somewhat at a loss, did not notice that Zhou Wenjun was wearing a pair of black gloves on his hands.

"Brother Sen, there is something I have always wanted to say to you."

After Guan Zaisen opened the door of his house, Zhou Wenjun suddenly spoke.

"Ajun, what do you want to tell me?"

Guan Zaisen, who had pushed the door half open, heard Zhou Wenjun's words, and immediately turned to look at Zhou Wenjun and asked.

"Brother Sen, don't attract fans in your next life."

Zhou Wenjun looked at Guan Zaisen in front of him and spoke lightly.

Afterwards, before Guan Zaisen could react, Zhou Wenjun pushed him into the room. Then, Zhou Wenjun pulled the door handle and closed the door tightly.

"Ajun..."

"biu, biu, biu"

Guan Zaisen, who was pushed into the room by Zhou Wenjun, had just subconsciously shouted out the word "Ajun" when he was shot in the head. Immediately, two more bullets accurately hit Guan Zaisen's head and heart, making him die.

It was a small-caliber pistol and was equipped with a silencer, which reduced the sound of the gunshot to a minimum. Except for Zhou Wenjun who was outside the door, even Guan Zaisen's neighbors would not notice the sound.

"Sorry, Brother Sen, the dead boss is the good boss."

Hearing the gunshots, Zhou Wenjun walked towards the corridor while taking off the black gloves on his hands.

Ever since he "first" met Guan Zaisen at Jiaji Restaurant, Zhou Wenjun had been eyeing this "cheap big boss".

After all, Guan Zaisen is his sworn brother. As long as he doesn't retire, he will be his boss. If Zhou Wenjun wants to get promoted in the future, as long as someone seizes this point, it will give Zhou Wenjun a headache.

Zhou Wenjun has always wanted to make good use of this useless boss of his. It is easy to deal with Guan Zaisen, but it is not so easy to make him die a worthy death.

Fortunately, Zhou Wenjun didn't have to wait long before he got this opportunity.

Half a minute later, the Toyota Camry downstairs started again and drove towards Portland Street.

And in Guan Zaisen’s room.

"You know what to say when you see the cop, right?"

Chen Dongjiang, wearing gloves, handed the Glock 17 pistol in his hand to the thin man in front of him and asked.

"I know. He first said that I was hired by Policeman Jun to kill his boss, and then he changed his story to say that I was hired by Liang Kun and put the blame on Policeman Jun."

The thin man took the Glock 17 pistol handed to him by Chen Dong and spoke.

"Well, I have had the money sent back to the mainland, and it will be handed over to your wife soon."

Chen Dong continued to speak slowly.

"Okay, Brother Dong, thank you very much."

The thin man nodded in response.

He knew very well that Chen Dong's words were both a promise and a threat to him. As long as he did his job well according to his instructions, his wife and children would enjoy wealth and prosperity.

If he dares to play tricks, he can also send his wife and children into hell at any time.

"I heard that the police force provides good free medical care. You can rest and recuperate in there. Maybe you can live a few more months."

After Chen Dong finished speaking, he raised his wrist to check the time and continued, "It's about time to call the police."

After saying that, Chen Dong walked to the door, opened it and walked into Guan Zaisen's house.

After Chen Dong left, the thin man picked up the phone and dialed the number 999.

"Hello, is this the Hong Kong Island Police? I want to turn myself in! I'm at Room 19, 403 Hankow Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, and I've killed someone."

After the call was connected, the thin man spoke slowly.

After saying this, the thin man hung up the phone without waiting for a reply, and then he took out a photo from his pocket.

The photo was black and white, showing a man, a woman and a baby, obviously a family of three.

The man in the photo looks similar to the thin man, but he is a little more "fuller" than the thin man.

The thin man looked at the photo and slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

‘Click…’

After putting a cigarette in his mouth, the thin man took out a lighter and lit the cigarette.

Then he picked up the photo in front of him and lit it with a lighter.

"Zhifang, Xiaobao, I'm useless, I can only give you this much."

The thin man looked at the burning photo in his hand and muttered to himself. The family of three in the photo, whether adults or children, were all smiling happily...

【021】Huang Zhicheng's doubts, the loyal policeman Jun

7 a.m., in the office of the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Region of the Hong Kong Police Force.

Superintendent Huang Zhicheng of the Serious Crime Unit held a coffee cup in one hand and flipped through the case files in front of him with the other.

"Dong dong dong..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Huang Zhicheng spoke without even raising his head.

"Mr. Huang, the record of the suspect in the Hankou Road shooting case has been completed. This is his confession."

A female police officer pushed open the door of Huang Zhicheng's office, walked up to Huang Zhicheng, placed a stack of papers in front of Huang Zhicheng, and spoke.

"okay, I get it."

Huang Zhicheng rubbed his bloodshot eyes, then picked up the confession given to him by the policewoman and read it carefully.

"Mr. Huang, you seem to have not slept for two days. 59) Three 0 [Two 1.90 nine-month fee, right?"

The policewoman looked at Huang Zhicheng, who looked haggard, and asked with concern.

"I drank too much coffee, so I'm not sleepy."

Huang Zhicheng answered while looking down at the confession.

"Mr. Huang, I know that Mr. Lin died. You are very sad. All of us brothers are very sad. But you still have to take care of your health and don't work too hard."

The policewoman looked at Huang Zhicheng and began to persuade him.

Obviously, Huang Zhicheng has a good "mass base" in the serious crime squad.

"No problem. I am old now. When I was young, I stayed up for three days and three nights to catch a suspect. After I caught him, I even got a confession from him."

"We are lucky. I heard that there was a gang fight in Wan Chai last night, and dozens of people died. That Xia Lao had few hairs to begin with, and I think he is going to be bald this time."

Huang Zhicheng obviously wanted to divert the policewoman's "concern" for himself and said with a smile.

Shrimp Man's real name is Liu Manfu, and he is a superintendent of the Serious Crime Unit of the Hong Kong Island Region.

But Huang Zhicheng didn’t know that the cases in Wan Chai and Tsim Sha Tsui were all the work of the same person.

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Liu, are you bald? But I think you are almost bald."

The policewoman said unhappily.

"Don't worry, I know my own body. If I can't take it anymore, I will take a rest. You go and do your work first."

Huang Zhicheng waved his hand, signaling the policewoman to leave.

"Okay, Mr. Huang, please be careful."

After saying this, the policewoman turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait, this big circle guy said that he was hired by Liansheng's policeman Jun to kill his boss Guan Zaisen?"

Huang Zhicheng suddenly looked up at the policewoman and asked.

"Mr. Huang, I haven't read the confession yet..."

The policewoman replied somewhat embarrassedly.

"No, something's wrong."

Huang Zhicheng ignored the policewoman's words and just kept shaking his head and talking.

"Mr. Huang, what's wrong?"

The policewoman asked curiously.

"Chapter Jun is the most popular groom in Portland Street. His boss Guan Zai Sen is a notorious loser. What good would it do for him to kill such a loser?"

When Huang Zhicheng heard the policewoman's question, he looked up at her and asked back.

"..."

The policewoman was a little confused. She was just an office clerk in the serious crime squad and had no understanding of these gang members. She couldn't answer Huang Zhicheng's question at all.

Huang Zhicheng didn't care whether the policewoman answered or not, but picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Aliang? I'm Huang Zhicheng."

After the call was connected, Huang Zhicheng spoke immediately.

"Mr. Huang, I'm just about to talk to you on the phone. You should have read the suspect's confession, right? I'm formally applying to you to arrest Policeman Jun, and I need your approval."

The voice of Inspector Qian Jialiang of the Serious Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Region came from the receiver.

"There's no rush to catch Policeman Jun. First tell me how Xu Yuanjun betrayed Policeman Jun."

Huang Zhicheng asked.

"Mr. Huang, this... you know."

When Qian Jialiang heard Huang Zhicheng's question, he hesitated for a moment before smiling awkwardly.

Although the Hong Kong Island Police Force in the 1980s was much more civilized than the Hong Kong Island Police Force in the Empire of Money, it still used the same tactics when facing the big circle gangs, young and dangerous people and those without power.

It’s just that the policemen in the past didn’t mind these things, but now they are still very taboo about them, at least on the surface.

"How many moves did it take for that guy to do that?"

Huang Zhicheng continued to ask.

"We opened his chest and hit him once. He vomited blood and then told us he had advanced liver cancer. Fuck him. Luckily we were lucky and didn't hit him to death."

"Then this guy was afraid of death, so he called out Policeman Jun."

Qian Jialiang explained in detail.

"A guy who is about to fall to the ground, do you think he is afraid of death?"

Huang Zhicheng asked a soul-searching question.

"Mr. Huang, do you mean that there is someone else who hired this big circle boy?"

Qian Jialiang instantly understood what Huang Zhicheng meant.

"It's too early to talk about this now. I'll go to the interrogation room and talk to this Xu Yuanjun later."

Huang Zhicheng said slowly.