Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 1 Prison situation
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Started in 1950.

Hong Kong Island has successively ushered in a wave of population migration, which has skyrocketed from 60 to 170 million.

The large increase in the migrant population has brought a large amount of labor here, which caters to the rapid economic development here to a certain extent.

While the population increase has brought about a social and economic leap, it has also created a lot of darkness.

In the Hong Kong Island of the 60s, heroes and heroines arose side by side.

Countless people smuggled to Hong Kong Island in order to make a living, and many young people from poor backgrounds made their way through the rivers and lakes.

Start life from scratch.

The law of survival from adapting to dominating the city.

Gray industries such as flower stalls and gambling stalls are blooming everywhere in this place where every inch of land is expensive.

They always firmly believe that as long as you are brave enough to break through and risk your life, there will be a world that belongs to you!
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1984.

Stanley Prison.

Prisoners in yellow-brown prison uniforms walked slowly around the playground, enjoying this short and rare time to relax.

In the middle of the playground.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the ground wearing homemade silver solid sunglasses, holding an Erhu Kaila in his hand, humming and starting to tune.

"How many confidants there are in the world, and how many friendships can last forever."

As he started, many prisoners began to sing along with his tune.

"How many confidants there are in this world, and how many friendships can last forever. Today we part and shake hands with both of you. Friendship will always be in our hearts."

"We parted for a while today, but he will definitely be able to meet again in the morning. Even if we can't meet, we will always be friends."

The sound of the hundred-person chorus resounded in the playground of the prison.

The prison guards wearing uniforms and batons next to them did not stop them, but hummed softly, enjoying it.

Sitting next to the middle-aged man, Ji Bu looked at the surrounding scene, and then at the familiar face of the middle-aged man, isn't this Zhong Tianzheng?

He couldn't help but think of the plot in "Prison Storm".

A song ends.

"Brother Zheng!"

Ji Bu immediately moved over, took the erhu in his hand, and said with a smile, "Usually I can't tell, brother Zheng, you're really good at playing the erhu."

"Can't you see it?"

Zhong Tianzheng lay directly on the ground with his hands pillowed on the back of his head, his legs crossed, his toes hooked to his slippers, shaking slowly,:
"I have been squatting in prison for too long, self-taught, self-entertainment is enough."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu smiled when he heard the words, and looked at Zhong Tianzheng's familiar face seriously: "By the way, I don't know why you came here?"

"Um"

When Zhong Tianzheng was asked about this topic, he paused and pondered for a while, with a self-deprecating tone:

"Before I entered the prison, I was lazy and idle all day long. Luckily, I gambled and lost all my family's money."

"The family didn't have any money during the Chinese New Year. In order to subsidize the family, my wife went out to sell it behind my back, but I smashed it on the spot."

"I thought she was stealing behind my back, and killed her by mistake during the dispute!"

There was a trace of loneliness in his eyes, and he laughed at himself, "Hehe, maybe it's karma."

"It's fine now, just squat inside for a few years, and slowly wash away the sins on your body."

He controlled his emotions very well, pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Ji Bu: "By the way, what did you do, brat? 20 years in prison."

"I?"

Under Zhong Tianzheng's rhetorical question, Ji Bu showed an expression of reminiscence, and fell into deep thought, integrating the memories in his mind.

strictly speaking.

Ji Bu is a person who does not belong to this world. He is a traverser who comes from the world 50 years later.

In his previous life, he came from a family of martial arts, and he even won the national martial arts championship when he was young.

At the age of 23, he graduated from the police academy and became a glorious front-line worker in the fight against flour crime, charging at the dangerous front line.

three days ago.

During a crime-fighting operation, criminals resisted arrest with guns.

Unfortunately, Ji Bu was shot during the pursuit, and when he woke up again, he had already passed through this body.

This body had just been imprisoned a week ago. When it first came in, because it disobeyed the rules in the cell, and was unwilling to make a urine stand for the boss of the cell, it was beaten and was dying.

It was Zhong Tianzheng, a good old man, who couldn't stand it anymore, and came forward to ask for help, which was the only way to save him.

At this time, Ji Bu crossed over.

Ji Bu's luck was very bad.

This body has a criminal record, and he is not a good person. He is a bad boy, but he is good at gambling. He owes a lot of debts outside, and was finally sentenced to 20 years in prison for committing crimes.

It can be said that the hell-level difficulty has started.

Jibu's family background is also very simple.

He was born in Qidian Orphanage, and there was an older brother in the Orphanage, but he disappeared for several years and never heard from him.

If you really want to find out some advantages, it may be that this body is of good height, 1.8 meters two, and looks quite handsome.

But what good is a handsome boy compared to 20 years in prison?

20 years.

In the past few days, Ji Bu once doubted his life, wishing to do it all over again.

After time travel, I spent 20 years in prison. I have absolutely no time travel experience. Every day is like being in prison.
Oh no, this is fucking jail time.

"Damn, hit the street!"

Zhong Tianzheng saw that Ji Bu didn't speak for a long time, with a face of thinking and recalling, he couldn't help but cursed with a smile: "It's all here, what happened can't be said?"

at this time.

A sharp whistle sounded.

It's time to let the wind go.

"Everyone stand up and go back to prison!"

All the prisoners stood up, and the people in their respective cells lined up in several teams very consciously, gathered together and walked towards the cells.

Ji Bu, who is 1.8 meters tall, followed Zhong Tianzheng in the group of prisoners and moved with the group.

Playground exit.

Killer Xiong, the head of the correctional section in uniform, stood at the exit with his hands behind his back, his eyes coldly sweeping across the many prisoners.

The right hand behind his back flicked the baton in his hand from time to time, majestic.

"Oh shit!"

Zhong Tianzheng turned his body sideways and muttered to Ji Bu behind him, "Look at Killer Xiong's face, as if someone owes him millions."

"You have to be careful. This Pujie is a mad dog. He was hacked by a rotten boy before, so he hates us very much. Anyone in the prison can provoke him, but don't provoke him."

"All speed up!"

Killer Xiong yelled, and immediately the team moved a little faster.

soon.

Ji Bu followed the team and passed by Killer Xiong.

"9931!"

Killer Xiong pointed at Ji Bu without warning, "You, come out."

9931.

Ji Bu's number in prison.

"I?"

Ji Bu subconsciously pointed at himself.

"9931!"

Killer Xiong's eyes widened, and he scolded in a deep voice: "Tell me, what is the correct answer to be called by the officer!"

Ji Bu opened his mouth and didn't speak, he muttered in his heart, you ask me, who am I asking?

"Sorry Sir!"

Zhong Tianzheng saw that Ji Bu didn't make a sound, and immediately stood up and said, "Report, Abu didn't understand the rules when he came in just now, and he didn't intend to offend the officer."

"9527!"

Killer Xiong glanced coldly at Zhong Tianzheng's number 9527, and reprimanded coldly: "There is nothing for you here."

"Sorry Sir."

Zhong Tianzheng bowed his head hastily.

"Humph!"

Killer Xiong snorted coldly and stopped looking at him, turned around and walked outside: "9931, follow me to the discipline department."

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