Hong Kong Island Old Events

Gao Yongsheng, wearing a white suit and top hat, returned to the police station and bumped into He Dingxian and others: "Sir He, Ali, Zhaoguang, the criminal team will be beaten to death by you today."

He took off his hat, spread his hands, and looked at the detectives in front of him. Behind him was a group of detectives who had just returned from work, escorting a few bad guys.

These are all criminals arrested by the Criminal Division. The Kowloon District Criminal Division has reason to go on strike. After all, the Hong Kong Island District Criminal Division does not have a vacation.

The work that needs to be done must be done. However, the criminal team has always arrested the small ones but not the big ones. They can just show off and be a few thieves who hold knives and pistols and rob ghosts. They really need to arrest those with automatic firepower. , a dozen gangsters?

Don’t even think about it!

Gao Yongsheng just went to the Jockey Club, where he arranged his troops and blocked the streets. With a series of big moves, he sent the gangsters out of the country as gifts!

He Dingxian opened his arms and hugged Gao Yongsheng gently with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, Brother Sheng, I didn't expect that what happened in Kowloon would spread to Hong Kong Island!"

Gao Yongsheng shook his head: "I think you have thought of it all. You just want to embarrass the ghost guy. You think the Kowloon area is separated by the sea and there is little movement, right?"

"Forget it, who made you the chief? You are so proud of your high rank. As the chief detective of Kowloon, I should also do something for my brothers in the police force."

He Dingxian waved quickly: "Why don't you thank Brother Sheng soon."

"Thank you, Brother Sheng."

Chen Li, Cai Zhaoguang, Zeng Shaoke and others shouted in unison.

"Go and do your work. I'll go back and rest for a while." Gao Yongsheng patted He Dingxian on the shoulder and sighed: "Just now, a group of gangsters went to rob the Jockey Club. MD, load the money into the car one by one. You say Just grab it.”

"It's obvious that he hasn't been around Hong Kong Island for a long time, but when he saw us, he opened fire without even saying hello. It's really evil."

He Dingxian looked up and down: "Brother Sheng, are you not injured?"

Gao Yongsheng shook his head: "Of course not. I killed the one who fired the gun. The remaining people ran very fast. There are not many thieves in the criminal group. How to catch them? I chased them all the way for two streets and had to give up."

Jiang Zuhui followed Brother Sheng and said with a smile: "The criminal drove one less car away."

He Dingxian sounded jealous and patted Brother Sheng on the shoulder: "Brother Sheng, you have a way!"

Gao Yongsheng turned his head and glared at Jiang Zuhui: "You talk big, Hui, you can't control your mouth at any time, right?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Sheng." Jiang Zuhui quickly opened his mouth and bowed his head to apologize.

Immediately, He Tingxian and ten detectives from China left Tai Kwun, brought a group of horsemen, called more than twenty rickshaws, and headed for the North Point Pier in a mighty manner. I took a ferry across the sea from North Point Pier and arrived at Chengcheng Ferry in Kowloon. More than ten cars were already lined up and parked on the shore of the pier.

"Brother Xian, let's go first." All the detectives from Qianhua had re-equipped their guns. Although they looked a little tired, they were full of energy after returning to the territory and regaining power.

He Dingxian nodded to everyone: "Everyone, thank you for your help. It's not a good time in the prison cell. I'll treat you to tea another day. Let's go back and handle official business first."

"You're welcome, Brother Xian."

Zeng Shaoke, Cai Zhaoguang and others said hello one last time and got into the car one after another. As their subordinates closed the car doors, they drove away from the dock and returned to their respective police stations.

"Let's go to Kowloon Tong." He Dingxian and Chen Xijiu told him and got in the car first. Upon seeing this, Chen Xijiu quickly followed, and the car immediately drove towards Kowloon Tong.

Cars drove in different directions, but they passed by shopping streets along the way. As soon as they glanced at it, they could see that the streets were full of garbage, and blood was flowing in some corners. Many foreign shops had their facades smashed, and the interiors were in a mess, or... Smoke was rising, and water trucks and white trucks were parked at the door. Occasionally, ghosts could be seen negotiating with the British and Indian police. You could even see ghosts with blood on their heads, squatting in the corner and crying.

On the streets, Chinese people are common, but ghosts are very rare.

The glory of Gui Lao in the past is gone. For the first time, Hong Kong Island has the feeling of a Chinese land, a Chinese city, founded by the Chinese, owned by the Chinese, built by the Chinese, and taken off by the Chinese!

No one thought that the picture in their imagination would be presented in a sinful and dark way. Perhaps the world should be a black and white picture.

This incident deeply planted a seed among the Chinese police.

That is, in Hong Kong Island, the Chinese are also qualified to fight against the ghosts, and the Chinese may also trample the ghosts under their feet!

The Chinese may also return to dominance.

No!

The Chinese should be the leaders of this city! After World War II, with the development of civilization, the colonial methods of World War I were no longer able to continue, and colonization itself will be a system that will be eliminated!

This kind of beauty after riots and turmoil is really intoxicating and irresistible.

What a beautiful scenery!

"Brother Xian did it. He was able to actually fish Lei Luo out and make the ghost guy have to bow his head." In the car, Chen Xijiu felt that the world had changed. It turns out that when Chinese people unite, they have the same earth-shaking power. strength.

The streets after the turmoil were not as bloody and killing as during the Japanese occupation, but the smell was filled with gunpowder smoke.

With a cigar in his mouth, Ho Ting-hsien got out of the car and strode into the Kowloon Tong Police Station. He happened to bump into several South China Morning Post reporters who were interviewing the superintendent in the police station. After a ghost reporter turned around, he suddenly turned the camera and faced Ho Ting-hsien. There was a click.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

At this time, the Chinese agents in the criminal team put down their playing cards and walked out of the office area to greet their superiors. As an exposure light came on, He Dingxian was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the reporter.

The reporter Gui Lao had already lowered his camera and turned to look at the police superintendent, pretending to be irrelevant. He Dingxian smiled and said nothing, took off the cigar from his mouth, stood in front of the guys and said: "Detective Chen It’s grown back, and Brother Luo will be back in a few days. Let’s go clean up the street noises first. We can’t leave the work to Ah Tou, right?”

Awang and others burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Brother Xian, we will go right away!"

He Dingxian watched the guys leaving in a hurry, stamped his leather shoes, and entered the office area with Chen Xijiu. The Kowloon Tong uniformed team was subsequently dispatched, and patrol officers were soon on the streets again.

In fact, Detective Hua from each jurisdiction did not immediately order the criminal team to take action after returning to the police station. Since the police team relied on the power of Jianghu, there must be a tacit understanding in private. There is no problem in taking to the streets again, but the flag soldiers must be given time to retreat. Otherwise, the two sides will collide directly and the police force will suffer considerable losses. Moreover, the police force was the first to relax the order. Since it wants to tighten it step by step, it must give Jianghu enough information.

Therefore, uniformed policemen in all districts resumed patrolling the streets. With the appearance of uniformed policemen, the flag soldiers and gangsters who were still working on the streets stopped working. As long as the criminal team arrived, the uniformed policemen were blind and could not see I didn't see any gangsters, so I let the criminals pass easily.

Half an hour later, the criminal team took to the streets with guns and began to restore order. During this period, several sporadic shootings occurred and several criminals were arrested.

As the criminal team went on a rampage and pursued and intercepted, the flag soldiers all knew that their good days were over.

Criminals who strike quickly and have good intentions have already made a lot of money, but those who strike slowly and are greedy are destined to be unlucky.

Admiralty, good news.

Lardboy held a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, stepped into the door with his slippers on, shook his feet and said, "Is that the boss over there?"

There were ten desks in the office area of ​​the newspaper office, with more than a dozen editors and reporters sitting at the desks, looking at the fat man walking through the door, with some panic in his eyes. Because, behind the fat guy were a dozen gangsters in black shirts, more than half of whom had gun bags hanging on their waists, nakedly exposed, and the remaining gangsters were holding a tin bucket in their hands, and they didn't bother to talk to the employees. , opened the lid of the bucket and started pouring gasoline on the tables and cartons in the newspaper office.

The members quickly got out of the way, dropped their work, and ran out of the newspaper door in a hurry. The editor-in-chief, wearing glasses, stepped forward and said, "Boss, our boss is Shenghe's little pony, can you give me some face?"

Lardboy patted the editor-in-chief's old face and said with a sneer: "Are you from Shanghai? Seeing that you are not young, then I will buy your old face. Go back and talk to Xiao Ma, the newspaper office can be opened, but the newspaper cannot be messy Write!"

"My name is Lard Boy. Some people call me Charter Master. If you give me face, I can even call me Master."

After that, Lardboy took off the cigarette butt from his mouth and shouted: "Ten seconds, the last ten seconds!"

All the employees in the newspaper office ran out of the building, and the cheerleaders also backed away.

When the time was up, Lardboy flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, and the cigarette butt fell on the table. The gasoline turned into a fire dragon, and the entire newspaper office was immediately engulfed in flames.

"This time is just a warning, next time, no, there will be no next time!"

Lardboy chuckled, turned around and left with his brothers.

He understands the character of the big boss very well. Burning a newspaper office is just a warning, because he can't take action to deal with Big Ma at the moment. However, when the police force's affairs are resolved, Big Ma will definitely be liquidated.

Because the big boss never gives his enemy a second chance, and anyone who is targeted has no chance to make another mistake.

In this world, only dead people do not make mistakes!

In a villa in the East District, Da Ma, wearing a suit, answered the phone with an unhappy look on his face: "Hello?"

"Boss!"

Xiao Ma shouted on the phone: "The newspaper office was burned down by Lard Boy."

Ma Xiru tugged on his tie, with a livid expression on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I understand, if you want to burn it, let them burn it. How much is a newspaper office worth?"

Xiao Ma said in a difficult tone: "But boss, if we are being targeted by Three Flags, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do business in the future."

Ma Xiru said very irritably: "I know, let's find a solution now, don't panic yet."

"Pah." He hung up the phone without waiting for his brother's answer, picked up a box of money, walked out of the villa gate, and sat in the driveway: "Queen's Avenue Central!"

The car soon arrived at a coffee shop in the Central District. Ma Xiru asked the two boys to stay at the door, went to the corner seat alone, put the cash box on the table, and said loudly: "Sir, I will hurt you this time." Crap."

The political geek "William" sat across from him, raised his palm to press the cash box, and asked aloud: "What do you mean?"