Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 2 Forbearance for a while

"It's over."

Zhong Tian was looking at Killer Xiong who was walking outside with big strides, and looked helplessly at Ji Bu:
"You said you really have no brains. You just came in, and you offended the gang boss and the killer hero. You can't get along in prison from now on."

"Your brother Zheng can't help you much, you can ask for blessings, and I will burn a stick of incense for you when you return to the cell."

"Thank you brother Zheng!"

Ji Bu angrily rolled his eyes at Zhong Tianzheng, who was so angry, he didn't resist, and followed the prison guards to the correctional department.

. . .

discipline department.

The prison guards took Ji Bu to him and left.

The room was very quiet, there was no one else, and Ji Bu also fell silent, looking at the Marlboro cigarettes on the table, he wasn't afraid, he took them and lit them for himself.

that's it.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, footsteps came from outside the correctional department, followed by the door opening, and a middle-aged man with a Chinese face stepped in.

After the middle-aged man came in, he kept staring at Ji Bu and looked him up and down, muttering to himself, "Like, it's so similar."

Feeling the strange gaze of the middle-aged man, Ji Bu always felt a little uncomfortable.

"Ji Bu, because of intentional injury and negligence"

The middle-aged man with a square face opened the stool and sat down opposite Ji Bu, and started talking directly: "You were born in Qidian Orphanage, but you have a twin brother, Ali, who grew up together in the orphanage when you were young. The relationship between your two brothers is very good."

"But a few years ago, he just disappeared without saying hello."

The middle-aged man spoke very jumpily, and began to introduce himself: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Miao Zhihua, a policeman from the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station."

"Ah."

Ji Bu was not very interested, so he responded by humming with his nose.

"Your brother Ali, he is actually an undercover agent developed by me, responsible for lurking around a big drug lord named Lin Kun to collect evidence."

Speaking of it.

Miao Zhihua stopped suddenly and said nothing.

"Ok?"

Ji Bu raised his eyebrows involuntarily, and looked at Miao Zhihua subconsciously: "And then?"

He had a premonition that Miao Zhihua would bring bad news.

"He died in the line of duty."

Miao Zhihua first lit a cigarette for himself, then gritted his teeth, and repeated the matter:
"A month ago, the gang under the drug lord had a major deal. Ali gave us some, but when we arrived, we encountered strong resistance."

When Miao Zhihua arrived with the team, the group had a fierce fight with them, but Ali did not show up during the fight.

"We shot and killed all the people involved in this transaction, and found Ali who was tied up on the seat and executed in the car."

Miao Zhihua recalled for a while and continued: "I can assure you that Ali's identity is absolutely unknown, and coupled with our investigation of the on-site personnel, we have come to a conclusion:
Ali's death was not because of his identity exposure, it was probably because of a disagreement with a leader under Lin Kun, who took the opportunity of this shipment to execute him, it just happened that Ali gave us some in advance, Just happened to be hit by us. "

Speaking of it.

Miao Zhihua sighed heavily: "I have followed this case for many years, and Ali has also paid for it for many years. I didn't expect that the clues would be cut off like this, and all the efforts would be in vain. Thinking about it, I am not reconciled!"

He reached out and stifled the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray: "If there is a chance, I will continue to investigate this case to the end at all costs!"

Done.

He got up and left.

When you get to the door.

Miao Zhihua stopped at the same spot, turned his head and took another deep look at Ji Bu: "You are exactly the same as your brother."

"If it wasn't because I knew your identity, I would have thought you were Ali!"

Done.

He left.

After Miao Zhihua left, the prison guards outside did not come in.

Sitting on the seat, Ji Bu lit another Marlboro, squinted his eyes and began to inhale, resuming the conversation between the two of them just now.

Miao Zhihua came in and informed himself of Ali's death. As Ali's younger brother, it was normal for him to tell him the news of his death.

but.

Miao Zhihua not only told himself the news of the death, but also expressed his obsession with this case.

When leaving, he emphasized once again that he looks exactly like Ali.

In other words.

He and Ali look exactly the same, Miao Zhihua has an idea to let him replace Ali to continue to complete the undercover mission.

But why didn't he say it directly?
Because of my personality.

Ji Bu's predecessor was just a bad guy, and Miao Zhihua didn't know himself well, so he wouldn't bring it up rashly.

If you are unreliable and rashly send people back, the case will be completely out of touch, and there will be no chance to continue the investigation.

and so.

Miao Zhihua came here this time to test himself.

Being an undercover agent is a test of the undercover personnel's mind, and they must be the kind of slick people to be competent.

Miao Zhihua was just hinting vaguely.

If you can't even comprehend this level of obscurity, then there is no need to let yourself go undercover, and not only to decipher his meaning, but also to show him something.

"Ha ha."

Thinking of this, Ji Bu licked his dry lips: "Miao Zhihua, are you testing me and waiting for my reaction?"

The corners of Ji Bu's eyes narrowed, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand heavily in the ashtray.

Replacing his elder brother Ali to continue the undercover mission is his only chance to get out of prison. No matter what, he has to give it a go!
If I can't seize this opportunity, I will stay in prison for the next ten years, and there is no possibility of getting out.

and so.

Regardless of whether his guess is true or not, or whether he has over-interpreted Miao Zhihua's words and deeds, Ji Bu feels that it is very necessary to respond.

For yourself, be sure to seize any possible opportunity!
at all costs!
Soon.

The prison guards came back and took Ji Bu back to the cell.

As soon as he entered the cell, the people in the cell immediately surrounded him and surrounded him in the middle.

"Kay."

Datun came to Ji Bu and looked at him carelessly: "Why did Gui Jianchou ask you to do it for no reason? You didn't say anything you shouldn't say, did you?"

When Ji Bu first entered the prison, it was Datun who offended him, and was beaten to death by Datun's horsemen.

"What do you call me for?"

Ji Bu raised his brows, and glanced at Datun coldly: "Call me for coffee, what? You want to drink too? Say hello, I'll take you with me next time."

"Hem home shovel!"

Datun's mentality exploded in an instant, and he stretched out his hand to push Ji Bu: "Are you fucking crazy? Didn't you fight enough? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up again. In this cell, I am the god!"

immediately.

Several boys from Datun surrounded him, staring at Ji Bu, ready to attack.

"Harmony makes money, harmony makes money!"

Seeing that a fight was about to start, Zhong Tianzheng immediately stood in the middle: "Datun, don't do it for the sake of saving face, I'll teach him well later."

"Grass, face, do you have face?"

Datun pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, spit vulgarly, and pointed at Zhong Tianzheng:

"Three days, I'll give you another three days. If this Kaizi doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth in three days, I'll beat you up if you talk too much."

"Thank you Brother Tun, thank you Brother Tun."

Zhong Tianzheng hastily stretched out his hand and put Jibra on the Datong bunk beside him, and began to educate him with a speechless expression:
"Brother Bu, can I call you Brother Bu? Can you accept your supernatural powers, old man?"

"What do you call Datun here? People like us who have no backing can just squat down honestly, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back."

Zhong Tianzheng said with a tone of hatred that iron can't be steel: "If you didn't call me Brother Zheng, you would have troubles, and I would have left you alone."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu didn't speak, but licked his dry lips, and kept staring at Datun over there.

"Ugh"

Zhong Tianzheng sighed. Seeing Ji Bu's state, he shook his head helplessly, "Okay, you kid just wait to hit the street, anyway, brother Zheng can't cover you anymore."

(End of this chapter)