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

After all, Babi was boiled to death in front of her.

"Brother Jun..."

"Don't worry, it's okay. Just go to sleep if nothing else."

Feiji wanted to say something but was interrupted by Zhou Wenjun.

Looking at Zhou Wenjun lying on the bed and falling asleep again, Feiji was still a little worried, but he could only close the door gently.

Unfortunately, although the plane did not disturb Zhou Wenjun, he still did not sleep until he woke up naturally.

'Beep'

There was a pager hidden under Zhou Wenjun's pillow, and the sound of the incoming letter woke him up.

"Fuck your mother, are you going to let me sleep?"

Zhou Wenjun glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was only 6:27. After cursing softly, he picked up the pager hidden under his pillow and scanned the LCD screen. He saw the eight numbers 66593358 written on it.

Although he was unhappy when he saw these eight numbers, Zhou Wenjun still stood up, walked to the phone, picked up the receiver and dialed the number.

Zhou Wenjun is an undercover agent, and this pager is the tool his superiors use to communicate with him on a regular basis.

"Mr. Lin, what are you doing? I'm a groom and I'm very busy at night. I just went to bed. Are you trying to keep me busy like this? Do you want to keep me busy to death?"

As soon as the call was connected, Zhou Wenjun started complaining.

"Pu your mother, Zhou Wenjun, I haven't said anything about you yet, you are so tight, do you know that?"

A slightly irritable middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver. It was Zhou Wenjun's superior, Lin Zhanchao.

"Of course I know. My adopted daughter Lina witnessed the entire crime process at the scene. Sir Lin, I have to say that those big circle guys are quite moral. They didn't kill women. That's quite interesting."

Zhou Wenjun replied with a smile.

"Didn't you invite these big circle guys?"

Lin Zhanchao suddenly asked with a cold arrow.

"Oh my god, Mr. Lin, you can't say that. You asked Xiaoshuojun【5(9(9(3^⒎0>3^2*⒋ I can find a few big circle girls, but I can't find big circle boys."

Zhou Wenjun denied it outright.

"We'll meet at the same place in half an hour."

Lin Zhanchao no longer worried about the relationship between Daquanzi and Zhou Wenjun, but instead made an appointment for a face-to-face meeting with Zhou Wenjun.

"No problem."

Zhou Wenjun replied with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a busy tone came from the telephone receiver.

Half an hour later, in the underground parking lot of a shopping mall in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a mask, and a black windbreaker that covered his figure tightly, Zhou Wenjun sat in the passenger seat of a car.

"Oh my god, you're covered so tightly that someone who doesn't know you would think you're a TVB star."

Lin Zhanchao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, cursed with a smile.

"Shit, Mr. Lin, I'm an undercover agent. If my identity is exposed, the entire Heliansheng has 5 people, and if each of them spits, I'll be drowned."

Zhou Wenjun took off his mask and took out a Red Wan from the cigarette box in his pocket and put it in his lips.

"During my last checkup, the doctor said I had nodules on my lungs. I suspect it was caused by your secondhand smoke."

Lin Zhanchao glanced at Zhou Wenjun who was lighting a cigarette with a lighter and said lightly.

"Fuck, Mr. Lin, we only meet a few times a year, don't wrongly accuse me! I think you are too busy in the serious crime squad and you are exhausted."

Zhou Wenjun replied immediately.

As Zhou Wenjun's superior, Lin Zhanchao was originally a senior inspector of the Anti-Pornography Team of the West Kowloon Region of the Hong Kong Police Force, commonly known as the Chicken Killing Team.

Thanks to the help of Zhou Wenjun, a famous groom in Portland Street, Lin Zhanchao was doing very well in the chicken killing team. A few months ago, he was promoted and transferred to the serious crime team as chief inspector.

"Maybe."

Lin Zhanchao sighed and said lightly.

"Mr. Lin, I advise you to file a report and transfer back to the chicken-killing team. You only get a few thousand yuan a month. You don't want to sell your life to the ghost queen, right?"

Zhou Wenjun exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile.

"Where is Babi now?"

Lin Zhanchao asked suddenly, staring at Zhou Wenjun intently.

"Fuck, Sir Lin, who should I ask if you ask me? You don't believe me?"

Zhou Wenjun held a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to look at Lin Zhanchao, and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Believe me, Jun. Of course I believe you. We are old partners."

Seeing Zhou Wenjun's expression, Lin Zhanchao smiled and replied.

Then, Lin Zhanchao continued, "But right after Babi died, your subordinate Jimmy brought Babi's wife and lover to Portland Street to start work..."

"Wow, Mr. Lin, Babi owes me three million. As far as I know, besides me, he also owes money to many people outside. I am the first person to know about Babi's trouble. If I don't quickly help his wife and lover pay off the debt, isn't that abnormal?"

Zhou Wenjun was already prepared for this question from Lin Zhanchao.

After hearing Zhou Wenjun's explanation, Lin Zhanchao looked at Zhou Wenjun deeply, and then said slowly: "Ajun, you are becoming more and more like a gangster."

"Come on, Mr. Lin, I'm here undercover. I don't look like a gangster. Am I pretending to be a policeman?"

Zhou Wenjun's tone was quite 'helpless'.

"Anyway, don't forget that you are a policeman."

Lin Zhanchao had a serious face and spoke in a very serious tone.

Then, without waiting for Zhou Wenjun to speak, Lin Zhanchao handed a box to Zhou Wenjun.

"Mr. Lin, what good thing is this?"

Zhou Wenjun took the box and asked with a smile.

"You'll know if you open it yourself."

Lin Zhanchao replied unhappily.

"Wow, Mr. Lin, so generous? Rolex! Is it fake?"

Zhou Wenjun looked at the basic Rolex in the box and said with an exaggerated expression.

"get off."

Lin Zhanchao was so angry that he ordered them to leave.

"Mr. Lin, you are so petty."

Zhou Wenjun smiled and joked, then opened the car door and got out.

"Yau Tsim Mong is not peaceful these days. I won't contact you anymore. Be careful too. Also, happy birthday, little brat!"

After Lin Zhanchao finished speaking, he started the car and drove towards the exit of the underground parking lot.

"interesting."

Zhou Wenjun weighed the box containing the Rolex in his hand, looked at the car gradually disappearing from his sight, and spoke softly.

In Zhou Wenjun's original memory, Lin Zhanchao, his superior, was indeed very nice to him. Even if the mission was a bit dangerous, he would inform him in advance. He was a good person.

After putting the Rolex box back into his pocket, Zhou Wenjun walked into the stairwell, went up to the first floor of the mall, and walked out of the mall door.

But the moment he walked out of the mall, his eyes suddenly changed.

He saw at the intersection in front of him that a truck had hit a car into a deformed shape. He had just been in that car and its owner was Lin Zhanchao!

Lin Zhanchao's last words instantly popped up in Zhou Wenjun's mind: "Yau Tsim Mong is not peaceful these days..."

【008】Brother Liangkun, next time you come to Portland Street, I will give you a discount!

Looking at the tragic car accident scene in front of him, Zhou Wenjun had only one word in his mind: "Run!"

He didn't believe that this was just a simple traffic accident. This was definitely a deliberate murder.

In this case, it is very dangerous for me to be here.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenjun did not hesitate for a moment, and walked quickly to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and got in quickly.

"Go to East Tsim Sha Tsui MTR Station as quickly as possible."

After getting on the car, without waiting for the driver to speak, Zhou Wenjun directly threw out a hunchback note (500 Hong Kong dollars) and spoke at the same time.

For the next two hours, Zhou Wenjun took the subway from Tsim Sha Tsui to Tsuen Wan, and then from Tsuen Wan back to Mong Kok. He changed his windbreaker and suit pants into a white polo shirt and green casual trousers.

When he returned to Portland Street, Feixing immediately came up to him and whispered, "Brother Jun, Hongxing's Liangkun is here. He is waiting for you at Tsui Wah Restaurant. He said he must see you today."

"Well, ask someone to notify Jimmy and ask him to wait for me outside Tsui Wah Restaurant."

Zhou Wenjun nodded slightly. He was not surprised at all about Liang Kun's arrival.

"Okay, Jun."

The plane nodded in response.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Wenjun walked into Tsui Wah Restaurant with the plane.

"Wow, I've heard that the policeman from Heliansheng is more handsome than the pretty boy from the radio station. Today, I see that it's true."

As Zhou Wenjun stepped into the door of the tea restaurant, a slightly hoarse voice came into his ears.

"Ajun, if you weren't making your own movie, I would have invited you to my company to be the leading actor."

Liang Kun was sitting at the door of the tea restaurant. As soon as Zhou Wenjun came in, he stood up and greeted him.

"Brother Kun, stop joking. You have so many talented people under you, and you have more girls than the properties on Portland Street. Is there any man in the whole of Hong Kong Island who hasn't seen your masterpiece, Brother Kun?"

沼！熟8.6*0)⑺3_8*0<4&5* 周文俊的脸上也露出了‘灿烂’的笑容。

"Ajun, stop praising me. I've seen the two movies you made. They're good quality. I was almost going crazy after watching them. I mentioned this to that loser Babi, and he ended up arresting the leading actress in your movie last night and wanted to make his own movie. What a loser."

"We are making a movie, we need fair competition. I, Kun, am the first one to despise those who use such despicable means."

Liang Kun put his arm around Zhou Wenjun's shoulders with an equally bright smile on his face, as if he and Ba Bi were not sworn brothers, but he and Zhou Wenjun were sworn brothers.

"Wow, Brother Kun, I am so touched by what you said. But I am lucky. A group of gangsters suddenly appeared from nowhere last night and tied up Babi, but released my adopted daughter."

The smile on Zhou Wenjun's face was even brighter than Liang Kun's.

"That's good. Congratulations, Jun."

A cold light flashed in Liang Kun's eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Kun, why do you come to see me so early in the morning?"

After some "mutual testing" with Liang Kun, Zhou Wenjun, who sat opposite Liang Kun across the table, asked first.

"Ajun, I know you're talented. Are you interested in working with me to make a movie? I'll give you 30% of the shares. Let's get together and make money together."

Liang Kun looked at Zhou Wenjun who was sitting opposite him and said with a smile.

"Brother Kun, you have a big family and a big business, how can I take advantage of you? I'd rather do something small so as not to hinder you from making big money."

Zhou Wenjun refused outright.

"Cha Laojun, since you said so, I can't force it. But Babi is my sworn brother after all. Now we don't know whether he is alive or dead, and his wife was taken to Portland Street by your people to work. It is neither moral nor reasonable for me to sit idly by and do nothing."

When Liang Kun heard Zhou Wenjun reject him, the smile on his face instantly disappeared. He looked at Zhou Wenjun and said softly.

"Brother Kun, Babi owes me three million Hong Kong dollars. Now he's missing. Is it okay for me to arrange for his wife and concubine to work to pay off the debt? Don't worry, when they pay back the three million, I will definitely return them to you, Brother Kun, and let you pretend to be Babi's good brother."

Zhou Wenjun spoke slowly with the smile on his face unchanged.

"Cha Laojun, so you don't give me face?"

Liang Kun spoke slowly, word by word.

"Brother Kun, it is only natural to pay back debts. You are a good brother of Babi. If you are willing to help Babi pay back the three million, I will bring someone to take you away immediately."

Zhou Wenjun shrugged and spoke lightly.

"Okay, Cha Laojun, remember what you said today."

Liang Kun stopped pretending at all. After saying this coldly, he stood up and left.