Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 76 Dragon Head
Yuen Long.

On the pitch-black road, a car galloped fast.

From the southeast to the northwest, to the position near the sea in the northwest, a small remote village gradually showed its outline under the night.

The vehicle drove all the way to the outside of an extremely ordinary two-story building in the village and stopped.

An old man with sparse hair and a chubby belly pushed open the car door and ran out of the car as if rolling over, striding towards the second-story building.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, a low roar sounded at the door of the small building.

A black-haired Rottweiler suddenly jumped out from the faint corner, blocking a position more than two meters in front of the old man.

"hiss--"

The chubby old man suddenly saw this Rottweiler with its head raised almost to waist height, and he was startled. Said, "Big brother, it's me, sauce, I'm coming to you in a hurry—"

This huge Rottweiler, and I don't know how it was cultivated, stared at the old man with a pair of black eyes, and the sharp and sharp teeth have been exposed.

"come in!"

Suddenly a voice came from the second floor of the small building.

The Rottweiler, who was about to pounce on the chubby old man with a fierce appearance at first, suddenly let out a low cry, pushed the door open, and jumped in first.

The pudgy old man swallowed and followed behind the Rottweiler to the second-floor building.

The lobby on the first floor of the small building looks unremarkable, with sofas, tables and chairs, a TV, a record player, and tools such as fishing rods and raincoats hanging on the wall. It looks like a fisherman's home by the sea.

It's just that the cleaning should be extra clean, and there are all kinds of famous wine and drinking utensils on the closet in the corner.

At this time, on the sofa in the living room, there was sitting a man who looked like he was in his early thirties, but seemed to be 45 or [-] years old. Looking at the shiny coat of the Rottweiler entering the living room.

He still had a large stack of books and materials in his hand, and it seemed that the other party was reading these things just a moment ago.

"Jiantou, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" The middle-aged man looked at the old man who broke into the house, shook the red wine glass in his hand, and pointed to the sofa next to him, "Sit on Well, it's rare for you to come here once."

"Big brother, something happened." The chunky old man didn't dare to sit down, but instead stooped, with a look of grief on his face, "Your son, Ah... Ah Kuang was killed, and our number gang seven The people who sat in the hall and talked about the eight-character pile were all killed."

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man's hand shaking the red wine stopped, no anger on his face, but just stood up from the sofa.

With a whimper, the Rottweiler, which was originally very docile under the man's hands, seemed to be frightened, and jumped out more than ten steps away, and tucked its tail into the corner of the wall.

"Ah Kuang is dead?! Was it the work of those bereaved dogs? They fled to Hong Kong Island, and they were so unscrupulous. Wouldn't the people from the Security Bureau and the CIA really go after them?"

There was no anger on the middle-aged man's face, but two thick eyebrows were raised, and his voice seemed to be full of exclamations.

It seems that the death of a son is not a big deal for him at all, but he thinks of other aspects.

"Boss, it should, no... not those people."

The old man standing by the side explained aloud, "The boss said to ignore the bereaved... bereaved dogs, although we found those people near the Kowloon Police Station, but they haven't been moved up and down."

"Not those people?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, "Who else is there? Don't tell me it's from Heliansheng and Xinji, they don't have the guts."

"It's a person."

The chubby man quickly explained, "Tonight, Yang Xuhua has summoned all the people in the halls to discuss matters. You know it, boss. Ah Kuang also went, and it's the fan stall Jiang from Heyitang, who wants to join us together. To deal with the bereaved dogs you mentioned, boss, but for some reason, someone suddenly came in and called for Ah Kuang and his newly acquired horse.

That person is very powerful. I have been in the world for decades, and I have never seen such a person. There are dozens of people and several red sticks. I can't do anything about him. All the people, including A Kuang, were killed by that person. "

"Really a great character."

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, and seemed to be thinking about something, "Is this person here to help us with our number? Or is the goal for something else?"

"Boss, I really don't understand this."

The chubby old man shook his head and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, but a trace of inexplicable emotion and awe gradually rose in his heart.

The other party is obviously seven or eight years older than him, and now he is in his seventies, but it seems that he is still in a young and middle-aged state.

Not only is the hair black, but the skin does not see any age spots, and the body shape, eyes, and mental state have not aged at all.

But who would have thought that such a middle-aged man who looked only 40 to 30 years old and lived in a remote fishing village in Yuen Long was actually a gangster who had controlled most of the underground world on Hong Kong Island for [-] years.

"I see."

After a long time, the middle-aged man seemed to have made a decision, and said slowly, "Jiantou, you go to stabilize the people who are in the piles of words first, so that they don't mess up. As for your kidney transplant, I have already contacted. "

"Yes, thank you boss, thank you boss, I'll go now, I'll go now."

The chubby old man was overjoyed, responded quickly, turned his head and walked towards the door of the small building.

After the chubby old man went out, the middle-aged man went upstairs and took out a satellite phone that was slightly smaller than the current eldest brother, and dialed a phone number.

Soon a man's voice in French came from the other end of the satellite phone: "LeeHong, why did you suddenly remember to call me?"

"Ottermeyer, my son is dead." The middle-aged man also said in fluent French.

"Haha..." A chuckle came from the other end of the phone, "LeeHong, do you still care about this? Not to mention the situation on my side, with your current body, it's not a problem to regenerate ten or eight.

And your heart organ clone has been completed, as long as you find a suitable expert for heart transplantation, there is no problem for you to live another 30 years, if one day our technology can make a breakthrough..."

"No, Altmeyer."

Li Hong interrupted the voice on the other end of the phone, "I mean I'm in trouble, there is a top expert who can kill [-] of my subordinates head-on, and this person threatens my life. . So, I hope you can get one of our 'sons' over and help me out with this."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused slightly, "LeeHong, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Ottermeyer!" Li Hong's voice rose slightly, "I made it very clear, I can't wait, and I don't want to wait any longer. I hope to see the results, and I must see it this time."

The other end of the phone was silent again for a long time before continuing, "As you wish, my friend!"

　Two together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)