Starting from floating in Hong Kong

Chapter 190 You Are The Best Friend
"There are five gangsters fleeing to the southeast, Team B pay attention to intercept them!"

"Squad A killed eight gangsters and is searching!"

"A police officer is injured, please help!"

"..."

All kinds of information are constantly coming from the communication channel, and the background is full of gunshots and explosions without interruption.

From time to time, a ball of fire exploded in the distance, and the thunder-like sound spread across the night sky, as lively as a world war.

The intermittent gunfire sounded until the early morning, and it stopped completely at dawn.

Qin Yi walked through the ruins, and the soles of his shoes made a "creaking" sound when he stepped on the broken rubble. There were dark marks everywhere, and smoky embers were still rising.

Stretchers were carried out one by one, and the injured police officers were quickly sent to the ambulance, and they left the scene quickly with the alarm on.

The corpses of the bandits were randomly thrown on the ground like garbage.

After a rough count, there are probably more than 20.

Richard held a handkerchief tightly to his nose, stepped over the corpses with disgust on his face, and walked to a commander of the Flying Tigers.

"Is it all here?"

"Sir, most of them are here." The team commander stood at attention and reported, "A few bandits have escaped, and we are hunting them down."

Richard nodded, turned his head and glanced at the scene, "Let the public relations department take pictures."

After speaking, Richard turned around and was about to leave when suddenly the corpse under his feet moved.

He looked down, kicked him, and found that the gangster was not dead, but was seriously injured and unconscious.

Richard looked up at the squad commander.

"Sorry sir!" The team commander quickly apologized.

Richard pulled out his gun expressionlessly, and pulled the trigger on the gangster who was seriously injured and survived.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Clean up this place!" Richard put the pistol back into his pouch, turned and left the scene.

Just after returning to the temporary command center, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class W140 sedan slowly stopped in front of Richard, with the windows rolled down, Qin Yi smiled.

"Richard, your new car is nice, why don't you come up and try it?"

Richard's eyes straightened at that moment.

The wide body and the aesthetically pleasing body lines outline a kind of domineering and high-end sense that is not angry.

The combination of the three horizontal lines of the center grid and the vertical lines of the center grid resembles the word "King" on the forehead of a tiger, so this car has a resounding title in China, "Tiger Head Ben".

The large and thick leather seats are soft and comfortable to sit on, and the inside of the door panels are also decorated with soft leather and solid wood, all revealing a luxurious atmosphere.

Richard sat in the car, looked at the dense buttons on the center console, and was silent for a few seconds.

"my car?"

"Yes, I heard that your car had a little accident." Qin Yi patted the steering wheel, "This car is your car, and it is very worthy of your status."

Richard looked directly at Qin Yi, and asked very sincerely, "What do you want?"

"I think some people have made too much trouble recently, and there are too many young and Dangerous boys and outlaws in Hong Kong Island. If they just hold machetes and steel pipes, it will be fine." Qin Yi sighed, "Now they are automatic rifles and It’s a grenade, I’m afraid they’ll make trouble.”

"And I want to accumulate more credit and make it easier to get promoted."

"Be more specific." Richard interrupted Qin Yi.

"You SB have information on arms dealers in Hong Kong, right?" Qin Yi looked at Richard with a smile, "I want to suppress a group of arms dealers, and warn them by the way, don't mess around."

"Qin, although we are friends." Richard said sincerely, "But this information is SB's secret, I can't..."

"how much is it?"

"Five million dollars."

"20, plus this car."

"Isn't this car already delivered to me?" Richard was a little surprised.

"I don't want to give it away now." Qin Yi replied.

"40, no less." Richard added, "I'll send you the information before dawn."

"make a deal."

Richard smiled, "Actually, you don't have to bother to get promoted. If you pay 500 million dollars, I will guarantee you to be promoted to Chief Inspector in two years."

"No, I don't have that much money." Qin Yi declined with a smile.

It's hard to say whether SB is still around two years later, what will you give me for promotion.

"How can I give you money, cash? Transfer?"

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, you can just save it in the private equity fund for me." Richard said casually while stroking the interior of the car with excitement.

"Okay, no problem!" Qin Yi was also very happy, "Richard, you are really a good friend of mine."

It's good to transfer directly to the foundation. It's equivalent to getting information without spending money.

"Well, Qin, you too." Richard couldn't put it down for these two luxury cars.

Qin Yi thought about it, and felt that Richard was so caring, so he should remind him.

"Uh, Richard, you know where this car came from..." Qin Yi hesitated.

"Smuggled car?" Richard glanced at Qin Yi and waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, I will handle the formalities myself."

"That's good."

In fact, this car is not a smuggled car, but Qin Yi forgot to pay for it when he got it.

The original owner was Zhao Guomin, and it hadn't been driven a few times in the garage, which was a waste.

So Qin Yi borrowed it for use, and he kindly asked Maozai to modify it and change the license plate.

Seeing Richard so happy now, Qin Yi felt that Che Sheng was considered complete.

"Qin, you are really the best friend." Richard said with a sigh while touching the leather seat.

……

"Crack!"

The shoes stepped into the muddy sewage, staining the khaki uppers.

Panicked rats scurried past their feet and burrowed into the gutter.

Carrying a travel bag, Abu walked in the dark and narrow alleys without hesitation. As he walked deeper and deeper, there were countless hidden eyes staring at him in the darkness.

The courtyard in the center of the Kowloon Walled City was dimly lit, and several burly men were sitting at the table, with mahjong scattered all over the floor.

The flower arm tattoo, the sharp machete, and the thug with a bad face all looked more and more strange in the dim light.

Abu ignored these people and went straight up the stairs.

A tall and strong man appeared at the end of the stairs, glanced at him, and smiled, "Abu, you're back."

"Brother Guang." Abu greeted, and rushed upstairs in two steps.

"You came back just in time, Master Qiang was asking about the situation over there?" Da Zhiguang waved his hand, "Go, I will take you to see Master Qiang."

"How about over there? Did they suspect you?"

Abu was silent for two seconds, "No."

"It's not a good life over there." Da Zhiguang asked with concern, "Is it because you can't get business, have you eaten yet? I'll ask someone to prepare a car noodles for you?"

Abu shook his head and didn't speak.

Dazhiguang led Abu through a series of doors and entered a luxuriously decorated room.

Soft Persian carpets, solid wood furniture with intricate patterns, soft leather sofas, and various calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all exude a luxurious atmosphere.

Master Qiang was holding a Langhao pen, standing in front of the desk and splashing ink, the pen was like a snake.

"Abu is back." Master Qiang casually put the brush on the pen holder, took two steps back, and admired his calligraphy.

"Come, come, I wrote a new picture, how about you take a look?"

The eldest took a wide look, "Master Qiang wrote well."

Master Qiang waved his hand, "It's just writing casually, Abu, take a look at this picture."

Abu leaned over and glanced at it, and read it word by word, "Catch the toad and urinate."

Master Qiang's face darkened, "This is a bright future, carry on the past and open up the future!"

"I haven't read a book." Abu replied lightly.

"..." Master Qiang came out from behind the desk, walked to the chair next to him and sat down, picked up the teacup, and asked slowly, "How is life over there? Is it difficult?"

Abu replied directly: "It's a good life there. Three meals a day, midnight snacks and afternoon tea are all included. There is a shuttle bus to pick up and drop off. The house has a single room for four people."

Master Qiang's face became serious, and he asked some details carefully, the more he listened, the more worry in his eyes.

"Hmph." Master Qiang sneered, "It's really a big hand, what do you usually do?"

"Wait to pick up the job, and stay in the office watching DVDs and magazines if there is no job."

"Do you have business?" Master Qiang sat up straight immediately, and asked nervously, "Where did you get the business from?"

"I don't know about that." Abu replied, "Some orders are sent out every day for the subordinates to bid for, and the prices of the orders are very high."

Master Qiang's face darkened, and he sat on the chair and thought for a long time.

"Okay, this matter is over, don't tell anyone about this matter again, don't reveal a single word, understand?" Master Qiang said seriously.

"Yeah." Abu nodded.

Master Qiang showed a satisfied expression, and took out a stack of documents, "I have a big business right now, and after much deliberation, it's best for you to do it."

"For 100 million Hong Kong dollars, someone wants to buy the lives of the whole family of the Ni family, so go ahead and do it."

"I don't accept this job." Abu replied coldly.

"What did you say?" Master Qiang frowned, and looked at Abu with cold eyes.

"Abu!" The big guy gave him a wide look, and winked at him, "This job costs 100 million yuan, and you will get rich after you finish it."

"I'm not short of money now." Abu asked back, "Why did you kill the Ni family?"

"You're crazy, we're killers, we take money to do things, why are there so many?" Da Zhiguang reprimanded.

"I don't take this kind of job." Abu said coldly.

"No answer?" Master Qiang narrowed his eyes, "Do you think 100 million is too little?"

"100 million Hong Kong dollars is really a lot?" Abu sneered, "but I heard that this order is 100 million U.S. dollars."

"Push the street! Who told you this?" Master Qiang threw down his teacup and asked sternly, "Did you come here on purpose to disturb our army's morale?"

"Have you been bought by the other side? Deliberately spreading rumors?"

Abu didn't answer, and turned to look at Da Zhiguang, "Brother Guang, I've finished what you asked me to do, and we'll settle the matter."

After speaking, Abu picked up the travel bag on the ground and turned around to leave.

"stop!"

At the door of the room, a dozen shirtless and strong men quietly raised their knives like door gods.

The dragons and tigers on the shoulders and arms are lifelike, exuding the breath of beasts, just like the owner of the tattoo, with a grim and ferocious face.

Abu, who was wearing a khaki jacket, stood alone in the center of the room with a young and immature appearance, expressionless.

Master Qiang looked at Abu with murderous intent, "Without my words, no one can get out of the city alive."

Abu carefully rolled up his cuffs, took out the machete from the travel bag, pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the hand holding the knife, and bit the knot with his teeth and pulled it hard.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "I don't believe it!"

(End of this chapter)