History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 414 One shot, one knife
"FUCK!"

When the British inspector saw the coachmen loading up the guests one after another, he was about to run away, ignoring him completely, and swung his baton to hit Brother Zhan on the head.

"Sir."

"No." A Chinese police chief grabbed his arm and shook his head firmly: "Don't make things big."

"We are here to disperse the crowd, as long as the people disperse."

The British inspector saw that there were so many citizens around, and he was afraid of causing trouble when he woke up, so he had to give up, gave Brother Zhan a vicious look, retracted his baton, turned and said to his subordinates: "Remember the name of the leader."

"Yes, sir."

The Chinese police chief gave Brother Zhan a cold look, and agreed aloud.

Brother Zhan escaped unharmed, bowed his head to thank, and pulled up the car when he went back. Soon the rickshaws gathered in front of the pier dispersed in a hurry, leaving only four or five drivers waiting for customers.The inspector lit a cigarette, smoked it leisurely, and led the two teams of police officers away slowly.

Mong Kok.

Hua Inspector Meng Yuanda was wearing a shirt and brought a few plainclothes police officers, accompanied Superintendent Ghost to the street, and waved to the waiting driver: "Fatty Dong, come here."

"Dag."

"What's the matter?" A tall and strong head coachman with a flattering face stepped forward, bowed his knees and bowed his head in humility.Meng Yuanda pointed to the officer next to him, and said, "Sir, you came to check the security of the street. What do you mean by bringing thirty or forty people together on the street to solicit customers?"

"Blood tie."

"Grab territory?"

Meng Yuanda, as the speaker of Mong Kok hand-picked by Mr. He, is very prestigious in this area. Not only do he respect him in the world, but even the director of the ghost wants to give him three points. The bad boy who people want to see is also a bit majestic.

Chen Jiadong hurriedly said: "Brother Da, I misunderstood, my place is to attract customers, not only do not fight, but also give discounts to the citizens."

"Don't talk so much nonsense." Meng Yuanda said arrogantly: "Sir, if you don't like me, you won't like me. If you don't like Sir, I'll poke your shithole in one minute. Withdraw quickly!"

"it's not good."

"Brother Da, the decision of our trade union." Chen Jiadong just refuted a few words, but seeing Meng Yuanda winking at him, he immediately understood and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, we will withdraw immediately."

"Brother, let's go." He waved his hand and made two gestures to the brothers around him. The brothers immediately dispersed in a tacit understanding. A group went to the left, a group went to the right, and a group went to the end of the street. Immediately, there were no gatherings of dozens of people, only a few spots with more than a dozen people left.

"Sir, how are you?" Meng Yuanda put on a flattering smile, took out a cigarette from his bosom and handed it to the police officer.Superintendent Ghost took the cigarettes and saw the appearance of the Chinese coachman. He knew that the coachman was playing tricks on him, but he was ordered by Tai Kwun to put on a show. Unsatisfied?He bowed his head to enjoy the fire offered by his subordinates, took a few mouthfuls of cigarettes, exhaled and said, "OK."

"OK!"

"OK!"

Meng Yuanda repeated it twice like a dog's leg, shook off the flame in his hand, bowed his head and leaned forward and said, "Sir, there is a tea restaurant on the right in front, and the special ice-fire pineapple buns inside are very good. The buns are big and round. Get up, that’s called an Oumai Karma!”

"I just didn't have breakfast, take me to see if it's really what you said, I'll buy it!" Superintendent Guilo was delighted and interested, and even his Cantonese was quite standard.Meng Yuanda put his hands on his chest just now, but now he put them down quickly, and stepped forward to lead the way with a smile.

Admiralty.

Deren Street.

This is the famous Pacific Place in later generations. It used to be the busiest business district on Hong Kong Island. Now it is full of shops, busy with traffic and people. On the street, dozens of rickshaws are leaning against the roadside. The drivers pick up customers one after another and get up and leave. .

Although rickshaws will not go to Wanchai Ferry Terminal to pick up passengers, they will gather at Queensway, which is the closest to Wanchai, to pick up passengers from Wanchai Ferry Terminal.Moreover, the Admiralty and Central streets have a large number of taxis. Sometimes salaried people have to call rickshaws when they go out for lunch. Naturally, there will be drivers waiting for customers on the side of the road.

A British police officer raised the brim of his hat, looked at the rickshaw driver in front of him, and said: "It is not allowed to gather and wait for customers now, take a break and come back in a few days."

"Sir, we are just soliciting customers normally, there is no need to chase people away, right?"

The British police officer didn't bring a few subordinates. Standing in front of dozens of Chinese drivers, he looked a bit weak, and his eyes were very bright. You want to do something to put pressure on the Star Ferry, right?"

"It's going to make things big, right?"

"You make it difficult for me now, and I will make it difficult for you later. Take a break first and come back in a few hours. I don't want to be the first bird, so do you have to be the first bird?" The police officer stared at the leader After a while, he advised: "You don't necessarily have to be the first, and the first is not necessarily the most prestigious. It's more cost-effective to hang around in the back, earn money, and get credit without being beaten to death. .”

The coachman frowned. He really didn't expect Guilao to say such words full of oriental philosophy. It seems that Guilao is not a fool in Hong Kong Island.

Moreover, the ghosts didn't come to many people at all, and the big boss above probably didn't want to see the unilateral beating of the ghosts.For various reasons, the leader of the coachman still nodded, waved his hand and said, "To save face for Sir, leave a dozen people waiting for customers on the street, and the others retreat to the next two streets to enjoy the cool."

"understood."

"Boss."

The coachmen withdrew as promised.

The British police officer pressed the brim of his hat again to cover his eyebrows, and put on a strange and majestic appearance.The three Indian policemen followed behind the chief, doing nothing and doing foreign work.If he hadn't been caught in the midst of the Chinese and the asan all day long, he really wouldn't be able to wear out his words.Of course, the premise that the mouth is useful is that there is a body and enough strength, otherwise the fool will listen to you.

The time advances to [-]:[-], and as the rush hour for work approaches, there are more and more people at the North Point Wharf. The coachmen did not disperse after loading a trip as the British inspector imagined, but sent the guests to the port. After arriving at the destination, return again.

Everyone knows that docks and stations are the best places to pick up passengers, so how could the coachman wait for passengers in corners instead of leaving the money tree?When the British inspector returned to the police station, finished his breakfast, read the newspaper, and took some time off, he brought people to the wharf for inspection again. When he saw the vehicles gathering on the side of the wharf, a bad breath rushed over his head.

At this time, he didn't want to show any face to the drivers, he stepped forward and overturned the rickshaw, pulled out his baton and smashed it on the driver's head vigorously: "Hey!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The coachman put his head in his hands and rolled back and forth on the ground, screaming in pain.

In fact, when Inspector Ghost appeared at the pier, he was already targeted by a group of rickshaw pullers.At this time, when the coachmen saw the ghost inspector making a move, they all rushed forward without hesitation. No matter what the police officers behind the ghost inspector thought, seeing the coachman rushing towards the officer, they had no choice but to stand up and push the coachman away. We pushed back.Although rickshaw pullers are generally strong and strong, their strength cannot stop the long-term training and well-managed young police officers.

"Crash."

A large number of drivers were pushed to the ground by the police.

The first wave of conflicts came quickly and violently. Before the surrounding guests could react at all, the police officers had already pulled out their batons and threw them at the driver who started the move.Rickshaws on the side of the road were either empty or overturned.

There was a cry of alarm from the townspeople.

A Chinese police officer raised a bloody wooden stick and hit him hard again: "Damn it!"

"Tell you to go or not, but dare to do it!"

The driver was stunned, and was immediately knocked unconscious by a stick.But there were more coachmen, and soon some coachmen pushed the policemen down and stomped on them.There was even a sharp younger boy who directly strangled the neck of the police officer with a sweat towel, and dragged the police officers to the corner.The policeman stared wide-eyed, clasped the towel with his fingers, stuck out his tongue, and kept kicking his feet on the ground, unable to catch his breath.
Most of these police officers are newly recruited into the police force in the past five years. They have been brainwashed by the ghost for a long time and are willing to obey the command of the ghost.

When the British inspector saw a coachman rushing towards him, he quickly took a step sideways, pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed at the coachman's head, and cursed: "You trash, you dare to fight me!"

"Hold your head and squat down!"

The driver hurriedly stopped, bent his knees slowly, raised his arms high, and stared fiercely at Gui Lao.When the ghost slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun, he immediately pounced on it again: "Bang!"

A shot was fired.

The coachman was shot and fell to the ground.

Inspector Ghost followed the muzzle of the gun and looked at the coachman rolling on the ground with his belly in his arms. Apart from anger, he couldn't feel any cheerful emotion in his heart.Because, he knew that this shot had pushed the matter to another level, and the troubles that followed would be great.

But he has been promoted by his boss along the way, and his boss is a strong supporter of Sir Patton in the army. He has always hoped to use the power of Sir Patton to enter the rank of division chief. If things are successful, he can also make great strides to become a A police superintendent at the constitutional committee level.

However, before he could get out of his thoughts, Brother Zhan, the leader of the driver at the North Point Wharf, rushed from behind and threw him to the ground under the astonished eyes of all the police officers.

"Pfft!" A look of joy flashed across Brother Zhan's plain and dull face, and the dagger he pulled out from nowhere had already been completely pierced into the ghost's stomach.Inspector Ghost only felt an itching and numbness in his abdomen, and felt that his body was losing strength rapidly. He knew that he was injured, but he didn't expect to see such emotions on Brother Zhan's expression, happy, with a happy smile?Killing the police is a serious crime, how can you be happy?He had no idea what Brother Zhan would get afterwards. It was a two-storey red brick house located in the New Territories, which was an important capital for the whole family to survive on Hong Kong Island.

　Today is Junzai's birthday, and Zhang Xinzhe came to Fuzhou to hold a concert, so my wife bought a ticket and asked Zhang Xinzhe to celebrate my birthday.I'm going to go to the concert in the evening. If I come back early, there will be a second update in the early morning.The last time Junzai watched a concert was 16 years ago. Eason Chan was on tour. At that time, Junzai watched two concerts with the money he earned from his summer job.Haha, Junzai is a fan of the doctor. In 19, he even bought tickets for the New Year’s Eve concert at the Eason Chan Red House. Unfortunately, the mask outbreak canceled, and Junzai’s deposit was cheated by scalpers. He never paid it back. I really hope that the doctor Hurry up and hold a concert in China.

　　
　
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