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

Xianshi, who was in a bad mood, did not accept the flattery from his boss and cursed with an unhappy look on his face.

He clearly remembered that yesterday the three subordinates of Policeman Jun were like gods descending from heaven. The three of them surrounded the more than 30 people from Dongxing and beat them up, and they had no chance to fight back at all.

"Brother Xianshi, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Da Zui Qiang asked quickly.

"Fuck him, I won't let that jerk Cha Laojun go. Let the women we control find a way to lure Cha Laojun out, and then we'll kill him. I want to see what Cha Laojun's expression will be when he finds out that his precious adopted daughter has betrayed him."

Xianshi said coldly with a sinister look on his face.

Zhou Wenjun strictly forbids his adopted daughter and the girls who follow him for a living to attract fans, but with so many women under him, there are always some accidents.

As a traditional old noodle shop, Xianshi fully utilized the advantages of the noodle shop and used drugs to control several of Zhou Wenjun's adopted daughters. Originally, he wanted to use these women to slowly lure Zhou Wenjun's remaining adopted daughters on board, and finally hollow out Zhou Wenjun and do this business himself.

baererliujiubawuyaoliu Feiluqun After the chrysanthemums withered yesterday, Xianshi changed his mind and he wants Zhou Wenjun to die now!

"Understood, Brother Xianshi, I'll have someone arrange it right away."

Da Zui Qiang immediately sneered.

On the other side, in a small villa in Pokfulam.

Szeto Kit, former Assistant Commissioner of Police and Deputy Commissioner of Crime and Security of the Hong Kong Island Police Force, is preparing his breakfast.

Six years ago, he arbitrarily directed Qiu Gangao and others to rescue the wealthy Huo Zhaotang. Although he decisively sold out Qiu Gangao and others in court, his career ended there and he retired from the police force three years ago.

Like most senior Chinese police officers in the Hong Kong Police Force, Szeto Kit's family has already immigrated abroad, and Szeto Kit was originally going to immigrate abroad after retirement.

However, four years ago, the British Hong Kong government introduced new regulations that retired officials could not immigrate within five years and had to stay in Hong Kong for more than 180 days each year.

Therefore, Situ Jie spent half a year alone in Hong Kong Island every year.

As usual, Situ Jie opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of milk. Just as he was about to close the refrigerator door, he was strangled by an arm and then a towel was pressed tightly against his mouth and nose.

The person who took action was Mo Yiquan.

Situ Jie subconsciously began to struggle, but unfortunately, the hand that was strangling his neck was like an iron clamp, tightly gripping his neck without any relaxation, and Situ Jie's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Two minutes later, Situ Jie stopped struggling and collapsed on Mo Yiqun like a dead dog.

Afterwards, Qiu Gangao also walked into the villa, put the milk that fell on the ground back into the refrigerator, and put the chair that had just been messed up by Situ Jie's struggle back into place. Then he and Mo Yiqun put Situ Jie into a large nylon bag and moved him out of the villa.

A car had already been waiting at the door of the villa. After Qiu Gangao and Mo Yiquan carried Situ Jie into the car, Zhu Xuming, who was sitting in the driver's seat, immediately started the car and drove away.

After they left, everything in Situ Jie's villa was normal except that Situ Jie was no longer the owner.

Situ Jie didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he woke up, he was already in a small room without windows.

The only light in the entire room came from an incandescent lamp above his head. Anyone who stayed in this environment would feel depressed. Situ Jie's hands and feet were handcuffed, and he was firmly fixed to an iron chair.

As a member of the police force, Situ Jie did not do anything stupid like calling for help. He took a few deep breaths and tried his best to calm himself.

Although he didn't know who had attacked him, Situ Jie was very clear that since the other party had brought him here, they must have a purpose and would definitely come to see him.

After an unknown amount of time, a loud bang was heard, waking up Situ Jie who was already somewhat drowsy. Then, a young man with medium-long hair walked into the room and stood in front of Situ Jie.

"who are you?"

Situ Jie looked at the young man in front of him and asked.

"Director Situ, don't you remember me?"

As Qiu Gangao said this, he leaned forward to let Situ Jie see his appearance clearly.

"You were, six years ago..."

Situ Jie looked at Qiu Gangao carefully, and then a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He recognized that the man in front of him was the policeman he betrayed six years ago.

"It seems that Director Situ has remembered me."

Qiu Gangao said with a smile.

"I really shouldn't have sold you out, but I didn't want to. You killed someone, what should I do? I was also asked to retire by the police force. I paid the price."

Situ Jie spoke quickly.

"Retirement? That's a huge price to pay. Director Situ, do you know how we spent the five years in Stanley Prison?"

As Qiu Gangao spoke, he lifted up his half-long hair to show the scar on his face to Situ Jie.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry to you. I can compensate you. Yes, I can compensate you. Name your price. As long as you let me go, I can do anything!"

Situ Jie panicked when he saw the horrifying scars on Qiu Gangao's face.

"Director Situ, whatever you said, we can do anything..."

When Qiu Gangao heard Situ Jie's words, a dangerous smile appeared on his face.

Ten minutes later.

On Portland Street, Feiji walked over to Zhou Wenjun, who was discussing with barrister Lu Qinquan how to draft a transfer agreement, and whispered, "Brother Jun, your phone number."

"Lawyer Lu, I'm sorry, I'll leave for a moment."

After Zhou Wenjun said this to Lu Qinquan with a smile, he walked to another room, picked up the phone, and said, "I am Zhou Wenjun."

"Ajun, Situ has taken care of it."

Qiu Gangao's voice came from the receiver.

"Ao, let's start preparing a gift for Mr. Zhang. I think he will definitely like the gift we prepared for him!"

Zhou Wenjun smiled slightly and spoke slowly.

There is one more thing Zhou Wenjun didn't say. This gift should not only be given to Zhang Chongbang, but also to Liangkun...

【033】Sir, actually, I am a good person.

Portland Street.

After putting the receiver back on the phone, Zhou Wenjun returned to the room where Lv Qinquan was and said with a smile, "Lawyer Lv, I have something to go out for. Please draft an agreement according to the terms we just agreed on."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou."

Lu Qinquan responded with a smile, then raised his wrist to check the time, and continued, "You can get the agreement in the afternoon."

"Thank you for your hard work, Lawyer Lu."

After saying this, Zhou Wenjun left the room.

A minute later, Zhou Wenjun got into his white Toyota Camry, and Gao Jin was already sitting in the driver's seat waiting.

"Where is the person you asked me to watch yesterday?"

After getting in the car, Zhou Wenjun asked calmly.

“311 Canton Road, Tsim Sha Tsui.”

Gao Jin replied.

"Take me to him now."

Zhou Wenjun said slowly.

Gao Jin did not reply, but nodded, then started the car and drove towards Tsim Sha Tsui.

On the other side, inside an old apartment building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Yongren lay on the bed with his eyes closed, half asleep.

In fact, he has been suffering from insomnia for a long time.

After being tricked by Huang Zhicheng into becoming an undercover agent, he has been under tremendous pressure every day for three years, three years after three years, which has made him a little overwhelmed.

'Boom boom boom...'

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Chen Yongren suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of vigilance.

He quietly walked behind the door and looked through the peephole to see who was outside. At this moment, the person knocking on the door suddenly said, "Sir Chen, the situation is urgent. We have no time to waste."

Hearing the words of the man outside the door, Chen Yongren's heart trembled violently. Then he touched the handle of the dagger hidden at his waist with his right hand, grabbed the door handle with his left hand, and opened the door.

He was sure that this person was not Han Chen's man. If he was exposed, what would be waiting for him would not be a knock on the door but gunshots. However, being an undercover agent for so many years taught him a lesson: one must always be on guard against others.

"who are you?"

Looking at the man in front of him wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, a three-piece suit for confidentiality, Chen Yongren asked with a vigilant look on his face.

"Mr. Chen, I'm an undercover agent under Chief Inspector Lin Zhanchao. I have a piece of information and I need you to notify Superintendent Huang immediately."

Zhou Wenjun looked at Chen Yongren, who was exuding a melancholy and vicissitudes of life, and spoke quickly, his tone full of sincerity and anxiety.

"..."

Chen Yongren did not speak immediately, but just looked at Zhou Wenjun quietly.

"Mr. Chen, you should know that Mr. Lin was killed by Han Chen's men the day before yesterday. I was the last person to meet him that morning. Not long after we met and separated, I saw Mr. Lin being hit and killed by a truck with my own eyes."

As Zhou Wenjun spoke, he handed Chen Yongren a photo of him and Lin Zhanchao, and then took off his sunglasses and mask.

This photo immediately dispelled Chen Yongren's doubts about Zhou Wenjun.

After taking the photo back from Chen Yongren, Zhou Wenjun continued, "I suspect it was the evidence I gave to Lin Sir that made Han Chen take the huge risk to kill Lin Sir in public."

"What evidence? How did you get that evidence? Also, how do you know I'm an undercover agent?"

Chen Yongren immediately asked three questions in a row.

"Mr. Chen, you won't forget that Chief Inspector Lin Zhanchao was an instructor at the police academy, right?"

After explaining why he knew Chen Yongren was an undercover agent, Zhou Wenjun continued, "The goods in Han Chen's hands did not appear out of nowhere. You should understand what I mean. The evidence has been burned by Lin Sir. Now I can only tell you..."

As Zhou Wenjun spoke, he leaned close to Chen Yongren's ear and whispered.

Hearing Zhou Wenjun's words, Chen Yongren's face changed drastically and he stared at Zhou Wenjun, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Mr. Chen, I'm disconnected now. The police will definitely not believe me. You must tell your superior about this as soon as possible. I'm leaving now. Be careful."

Zhou Wenjun put on his mask and sunglasses again and turned away.

Watching Zhou Wenjun's leaving back, Chen Yongren stood there for a long time without saying a word. A few minutes later, he grabbed the jacket hanging by the gate and walked out of his room.

Also on the same morning, in the interrogation room of the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Force.

Liang Kun sat on the interrogation seat with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, but his mind was working furiously.

Since he was taken to the police station by the police yesterday, apart from routine interrogation, no police officer has spoken to him even once.

This made Liang Kun a little overwhelmed. Apart from knowing that he was arrested for suspected of hiring a killer to kill Guan Zaisen, he knew nothing else.

Even the lawyer told him after meeting with him that the police had not disclosed any information.

What Liang Kun didn't know was that several pairs of eyes were staring at him closely through the one-way glass, observing his every move.

Looking at Liang Kun sitting on the interrogation chair, Huang Zhicheng touched the stubble on his chin, his eyes somewhat empty, obviously thinking about something.

"Mr. Huang, aren't you going to organize a second interrogation?"

Mo Wenlong, who was standing next to Huang Zhicheng, saw that Huang Zhicheng had been standing there for more than an hour without saying a word, and couldn't help but ask.

"Sir Mo, do you feel that the evidence we currently have is too reasonable?"

After hearing Mo Wenlong's question, Huang Zhicheng turned his head to look at Mo Wenlong and asked.

"?"

When Mo Wenlong heard Huang Zhicheng's question, he was a little confused. The evidence was reasonable, wasn't that right?

"I always feel that this case is like a script, and we are the actors acting according to this script."

After a day of thinking, Huang Zhicheng felt more and more that something was wrong.

Whether it was the cassette, Xu Yuanjun, or the Fire King who sold the gun, the direction was too strong, as if someone was holding his hand and pointing at Liang Kun, saying that this guy was the suspect.

"Mr. Huang, are you thinking too much?"

Mo Wenlong sincerely thought so. Lin Zhanchao's case had already made him extremely anxious, and he now wanted to wrap up the Hankou Road shooting case as soon as possible.

"Maybe. Let's go meet this handsome Kun and have a chat with him."

After listening to Mo Wenlong's words, Huang Zhicheng turned his head to look at Mo Wenlong, then walked straight out of the room and came to the interrogation room where Liang Kun was.

"..."

Liang Kun, who had his eyes closed, immediately opened his eyes after hearing the noise.

"Li Qiankun, I'm Huang Zhicheng, the superintendent of the serious crime squad. You've been thinking for so long, so you must have a lot to say to me, right?"