History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 98 Get rid of him now! (Thanks to the leader of "Haha I came too")
He Dingxian didn't go to the temporary arena in Happy Valley to watch the boxing match at night, nor did he stay in the mission hall to handle official business, but went back to the house early to get ready for bed.Because, there is no need to look forward to a boxing match that has already ended, because there are not so many official affairs in Wanchai District...

But when Ni Kun came to see him shirtless, He Dingxian couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking at the coachman covered in sea water in front of him, he asked, "Has Shek Kip Mei been burned?"

"Yes, the factory was burned." Ni Kun only had a pair of shorts on his body. When he was still conscious, he nodded and said, "People from Lian Gongle burned the Shek Kip Mei Paper Factory, causing a fire in Shek Kip Mei Village. , Half of the sky in Kowloon area was burned to the ground.”

He Dingxian took a deep breath, walked quickly to the second floor, and looked towards the direction of Kowloon. In the supposedly lonely night, the red light could be seen faintly.

He took out a short shirt from the closet, walked back downstairs quickly, and threw the clothes to Ni Kun: "Put it on."

"Thank you, big boss." Ni Kun took the clothes, put down the towel in his hand, and nodded his thanks.

He Dingxian was a little flustered, because he discovered that a large-scale fire recorded in history was actually caused by his own selfishness, fighting for power and profit. If he calculated carefully, Guan Bingsen, Zhang Jingrong, Liu Rongju and others were responsible for at most two-thirds of it. At least one-third of the responsibility was on him, but when he turned his head, he became even more angry: "Fuck you, if you burn the warehouse, you will burn the warehouse, it doesn't matter if you shoot black guns, there are any conflicts that cannot be resolved in the world ?"

"To be burned on the heads of the immigrants in the housing estates? Who are those immigrants, shit, they are the people who have just experienced war and no peace for two years, and have been trampled at the bottom by ghosts!"

"It is the main labor force for the construction of Hong Kong in the future, and it is the root of this city!"

The roots of Hong Kong Island will never lie with the rich, but with the poor.

There is nothing shameful about going for alms, it is better than not having enough food for the victims.

"Boss, tell me." Lard Boy said.

"I'll find a way to help you out." He stepped forward and patted Qian Weishan on the shoulder, but Qian Weishan shook his head: "It doesn't matter, the boss can't pull out his gun, so let's watch the show with the gun."

At the same time, more than a dozen people in the resettlement area stood up and said, "Leave it to me!"

"Hey." He sneered: "However, many brothers have separated, and they will not come when they gather for the time being. It is not clear."

He Dingxian, Qian Weishan, and Chen Jiale looked at the situation and were speechless for a moment. For the first time, He Dingxian felt guilty.

The six shots in a row did not accurately shoot someone down, or they intentionally hit more targets. After a burst of gunshots, in the security area, five officers from two countries and three countries all fell to the ground.

Even if Zhang Jingrong and Yuan Yi were shot at the same time, they did not receive timely medical treatment. Instead, they stood aside and watched the ambulance take the ghost away first.

"Am I talking to you about digging a hole?" Chen Li glared at him, and said immediately: "You are a bit sensible, and you know how to let the guns thrown out of your hands come out. How do you write a report? The agent was besieged by refugees in the disaster area gun?"

"As long as it's before the "Afternoon News" goes public."

No problem fighting for power!
To be prosperous, to be rich, to be a big boss, all of these should be done, but it seems that this is not enough. If we can do something beneficial for the lower-level Chinese, improve the welfare of the lower-level citizens, and even make Hong Kong Island develop better, let the citizens If there is a job, the wages will increase.

"By the way, where's Ah Hao?" He asked suddenly.

Many people are willing to take up arms!
"Protect the chief."

The police officers in uniform with sticks on guard naturally would not agree, but when they stepped forward to refuse, there was a gap in the cordon. Brother Zhou pretended to turn back, and suddenly turned around and raised his gun. Without saying a word, he tapped the trigger six times: " Bang bang bang!!!"

"That's okay?" He Dingxian heard the meaning of the master's words, a little unbelievable, but Chen Li nodded and said: "What can't be done!"

He Dingxian came outside the cordon, lifted his shirt, revealed his gun, and said aloud, "Plainclothes He Dingxian from Wanchai."

"Yes, boss." Ni Kun opened his mouth and replied.

There is no problem with this number.

He knew that the boss needed a shot and a life to win the hearts of the villagers. At the same time, the bigger the situation, the better. At present, the big boss has an absolute advantage.

Zeng Shaoke felt that the world was absurd for a while, but suddenly felt that it was only natural, no matter what level the officer was, if he went out, he might be killed by a single shot.

"It's just that someone saw Ajie..."

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, turned his eyes to Qian Weishan, and said with emotion: "Ah Shan, why did you use your gun?"

At the same time, the villagers do not support a big boss to come out, no matter how many fellow villagers and relatives are officials, what is the point of being a rich man?
The more than [-] housing estates in Shek Kip Mei need a representative, a representative who is truly willing to stand up for them and do things for them in the future.

"Protection Officer..."

Lard Boy was the first to grab the gun, but Qian Weishan was quick-witted. He took off the gun and threw it into the hands of the person behind, saying, "Use my gun!"

In a resettlement area, a group of injured or disaster-stricken paper factory workers got up one after another, looked at the boss with gloomy expressions and said.

"Don't even think about running if you line up one by one!"

Because the rent in Hong Kong Island is more expensive than that in Kowloon, Ah Kun, who just got married, would rather sleep five or six hours a day and get up at six in the morning to take the ferry, rather than pay tens of dollars more in rent.

"Brother Xian, I'm coming!"

He Dingxian resolutely said: "Build a better Shek Kip Mei! A better Hong Kong Island!"

But Lard Boy suddenly realized that there is nothing better than chaos and chaos, and there is no better time than fire. If you want to do it, it is worse than now!
Now is the best chance to kill him!

"More than 20 people died, and those who resisted were killed on the spot, and more than 30 people were injured." Lard Boy had already answered, and opened his mouth to answer: "The remaining more than 200 people are not serious, after all, the factory is the first fire. Yuan, it's a good thing that the brothers run fast."

"Send it back to the Wan Chai mission station!"

What's more, at the scene of the disaster, it can be said that anyone who sets foot in the disaster area, the front line, or even gets the command in the office is actually in a dangerous situation, involved in disputes, and may be killed in the end.

Zhu Youzai and the others felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts. They shot and killed a Zonghua detective in front of a group of ghost chiefs. What would happen in front of everyone?

Because someone needs to be responsible for a fire that affects 10 people. Otherwise, how can the British Hong Kong government calm down the turbulent hearts?How to calm international public opinion?

Lard Boy reacted very quickly, and answered the call immediately: "Will it be too late for them to wake up before they can read the newspaper?"

He Dingxian looked at Lard Boy and asked, "What's that brother's name?"

"These big gambling houses made millions overnight, what's wrong with spending some of it on the refugees? You should show some face!"

Lard Boy nodded heavily.

"Sir!" The uniformed policeman saw that the chief was responsible, and let people into the scene without hesitation.

He Dingxian's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted sharply: "Ale, arrest Qian Weishan!"

"Brother Xian, Brother Xian, boss..."

He Dingxian did not immediately enter the cordon of the chief officer Ruyun, but found the figure of Lard Boy and arrived at the place where the brothers were resettled.

He Dingxian spoke up.

This man is undoubtedly the big boss.

"Why do you pay for resettlement expenses in such a big fire? Everyone is a victim! Paying for resettlement expenses with usury is even more nonsense!"

"Master." He Dingxian put down the corner of his clothes, and the gun in the gun bag was covered with dust, but it made Chen Li's hanging heart calm down. He only heard him say: "Just now when the gunshot rang out, I knew it was the policeman." The team's standard guns, almost no need to turn my head, I thought of the name of a bad boy, it doesn't matter if the old boy is bad, I'm afraid that my old bones will be broken by him."

The purpose is to heat up the boxing match.

He Dingxian had a murderous look on his face.

Whether it's from a legal point of view or from the rules of the rivers and lakes, of course he can't be the person in charge, after all, the big boss didn't set the fire!

The closer you get to the Shek Kip Mei residential area, the more silent the crowd is, and the more numb the citizens are.

"Third, go to the door of Chu's house in Repulse Bay tomorrow morning and wait for Ms. Chu or Mr. Chu to wake up. In short, Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce can't ignore how many Chaoshan fellows in the village. On the one hand, the Chamber of Commerce will help prepare supplies, and on the other hand, Miss Chu will help find them. In the printing house, a few empty machines come out to print newspapers."

From the beginning to the end, Ah Kun has been living in a rental house in Kowloon. After coming to Hong Kong Island with his boss, he took the ferry to Wanchai every morning. He sleeps on the floor, sometimes in the lobby of the boss's building.

He Dingxian's heart skipped a beat, and he fell into silence. Suddenly, he took off the gun on his waist and threw it on the ground, saying: "Zhang Jingrong is there, who dares to kill him!"

Lard boy grinned: "Going to be a beggar? I really was a beggar when I was fleeing, okay!"

It's better than enjoying it alone!
Perhaps, in his subconscious mind, these actions were not done by a businessman or a policeman, but should be done by the British Hong Kong government, not his business!
However, Gui Lao, as a colonial ruler, is destined not to treat you as his own. The Chinese can only rely on themselves if they want to stand up, so he should do it alone!

"Let me ask you, what's the situation in the housing estates! How's the fire!" He Dingxian roared, the rest were silent, and Lard Boy hesitated for a moment and said, "You look back, what can you do? Shek Kip Mei is gone. .”

After all, the Chu family is a businessman's family. Boss Chu has many official duties and social activities, so it is impossible to sleep in until eight or nine o'clock.

On the contrary, Qian Weishan smiled as expected: "Brother Xian, people have their lives, and guns have their lives. My gun can shoot three ghosts, so it's worth it."

Zhu Youzi's face was dark, and he opened his mouth and said, "Zhang Jingrong did it!"

He Dingxian knows that after tonight, many people will disappear and get separated in the fire. In order to prevent the disaster victims from gathering and causing trouble, the ghost will also mobilize the military and police for temporary military control. Those with relatives and rich can continue to stay in Hong Kong without identity People who have no money may be deported. Some people can meet again, and some people will never meet again.

The bonus of 20 Hong Kong dollars was actually raised by major gambling dealers.

The shooter was shot several times and died.

If Wu Gongyi and Chen Kefu have any objections, first think about the saliva of the citizens of Hong Kong, whether there is enough to drown them!
"The second thing is to help find out where Guan Bingsen is, and don't let him escape."

"If you are afraid, go ask God." He Dingxian gave him a cold look, and said aloud, "As for the damned people, they will definitely die. I can't figure out the situation in the housing estate, but what about the workers in the factory?"

"Understood, boss." Ni Kun was stunned for a moment, and the address of Lei Tan's destination immediately sounded in his head, and he turned around to deliver the message.

"Yes, sir!" Chen Jiale came to his senses amidst the anger, and quickly opened his mouth to agree, took a look at Brother Shan, and hurriedly led people away.

　"Haha, I'm coming too" belongs to the old brother. Junzai has joined the league in every Hong Kong language, and yesterday he did it for two days at once, thank you very much.

It has nothing to do with He Dingxian, and it feels like spending money for others, but the gambling house originally borrowed his chickens to lay eggs, and owes him a big favor.

Not to mention the chaos in the security zone, He Dingxian watched the six guns fired from a distance, and several officers were shot, and suddenly understood what it means to be dangerous at the front of the army!

In the chaos, the detectives didn't dare to move around, so they had to do basic hemostasis, but Zhang Jingrong and Yuan Yi obviously had more air intake and less air output, and it was getting faster and faster.

There are houseboys whose families are broken and full of hatred, there are victims who have lost their relatives and friends, and there are desperate victims, and there are countless invincible people one after another!
Don't say that he is a general inspector. Once the gun is dropped, the governor of Hong Kong will dare to open it!

He Dingxian stepped forward and patted Lard Boy's darkened face, and said with a sneer, "How is it, is the play good?"

"Look for usurious loans from a bank! Do you know that!" He Dingxian's pupils widened suddenly, and he shouted angrily, and Lard Zai Nunuzui stopped talking.

"I'm looking for my master." He looked at the venue, and Chen Li also noticed him, smoking a cigarette, with a sad face, and stepped forward: "Let him in."

Lard boy nodded: "Understood."

Even though some Chinese firefighters have already stepped in to fight the fire and save people, they actually did not have much effect. The water pipes installed in the paper factory before had a miraculous effect on the fire fighting.

Because last night, several major casinos in Hong Kong and Macau raised at least millions of dollars in bonuses, a mere 20 in bonuses.

"Yes!"

On the contrary, the big boss is in the position of a victim. Even if he has a slight relationship, he will not be criticized. Once he takes a risk and stands up for the villagers, he will immediately receive more sympathy.

Chess pieces also have ideas.

Once the sharp blade is out of its sheath, it cannot be taken back without seeing blood, and the hatred in the hands of those who do things will always be out of control!

"The first thing is to go to the Hong Kong Island District to wake up Zou Huaiwen, and ask him to re-edit a newspaper at the newspaper office and inform him of the news from the Kowloon District."

"Azi, how's the situation?"

"The surname seems to be Zhou." Lard Boy gave a vague answer.

That night, he had rushed to Hong Kong Island from Kowloon after receiving the news, and because the Kowloon City Ferry was closed, he had to swim directly across the sea to report to the big boss.

He Dingxian forced a smile and said: "There are so many seas in Kowloon to be filled, it will never be..."

"I know, I was in a hurry to go home to save people, remember to count again afterwards, and make up for the resettlement expenses." He Dingxian confessed.

"However, there was already a fire when Brother Hao went after him. The main thing is to be careful, and there should be nothing wrong." Zhu Youzi didn't think that Wu Shihao would definitely be able to kill Liu Rongju, after all, the flames were raging, but Wu Shihao could run or hide. It may not be possible to plunge into the fire directly. There are still a large number of wooden houses in Shek Kip Mei that have not yet caught fire. It will take some time for the fire to spread. However, due to the arrangement of the British Hong Kong government in Shek Kip Mei and the ghostly nature of the fire department, sooner or later they will sit and watch the fire Swallow the whole estate.

Chen Li glanced at the gun pouch on his waist, but he was still vigilant, raised his hand and said, "Take it off and have a look!"

Can hit a time difference.

"Let the news about him in the fire house be put on the front page, to report the disaster, but also to appeal for donations, put the boxing match on the second page, and at the same time inform all Hong Kong citizens that the 20 Hong Kong dollars in prize money raised by the boxing match will be all Donate to the affected people."

He Dingxian waited until Lard Boy turned and left, hurried to do business, and then looked inside the cordon, a group of police officers shouting in foreign languages ​​sent their bosses away one after another, physically separating the Chinese from the foreigners, and even the Chinese detectives at the scene Long are no longer trusted.

The big boss is a person who will really stand up for the estates.

He Dingxian didn't seem to understand the meaning of Zhu Youzai's words, but commented calmly: "You will be very busy at night, I want you to do a few things."

Zeng Shaoke and Cai Zhaoguang suddenly heard gunshots, and fell to the ground without hesitation, followed by another series of gunshots: "Puff puff puff."

He Dingxian was also at a loss for words for a moment, heaved a long sigh, and gave an answer: "Don't worry, someone will pay for the lives of the people in the housing estate, it may be me, it may be Zhang Jingrong, or it may be everyone."

The bloody battle driven by power may not necessarily be a one-off, or it may directly turn the table.

Reborn once.

The ambulance that had arrived at the scene earlier did not move, and the medical staff did not get out of the car to treat the victims. It turned out that it was to prepare for the Guilo executives, the police force, and others.

At this time, at one o'clock in the morning, Qian Weishan and Chen Jiale had already fallen asleep, but they were woken up by knocking on the door. They were surprised to hear the big event, looked up at the sky, and hurriedly put on their clothes, put on their guns, and rushed to the big building. The door of the guy's house.

"But if the big boss says to borrow it, he will borrow it. It's good if he can borrow it. If he wants to become a Bodhisattva, he will jump off the building by himself." Lard Boy secretly slandered.

Lard Boy subconsciously nodded first, and then exclaimed in surprise: "The factory needs to be rebuilt, the machines need to be repurchased, where is the money to pay the relocation allowance!"

"Brother Xian, it was all done by them from Dongguan, Zhang Jingrong must be killed." Lard boy said firmly: "If we don't kill him, the ghosts in the housing estate will not let us go!"

Zhu Youzi opened his mouth and answered: "Take a group of brothers to chase and kill Liu Rongju."

"In the police force, the entire Dongguan gang will be buried for this fire. From now on, the police force will be the world of our Chaoshan gang. If you can't even protect a small detective, Chief Inspector Gao will stop doing it."

Zhu Youzai took a deep breath and said with relief: "The brothers in the housing estate are all watching. The housing estates will always remember who is good to the housing estates."

"The Hong Kong government really intends to resettle refugees and will naturally pay for it."

The man received the police gun and opened the safety without hesitation. He turned out to be a person who really knew the gun, and immediately walked towards the security area step by step under the eyes of everyone.

Chen Li turned his head to look at the fire, his eyes seemed filled with unbearable and ambition: "This fire will burn Shek Kip Mei up, what are you going to do in the future?"

"Tell me, how big a hole must be dug to bury the two of us?"

He Dingxian has personally experienced too much turmoil, and he is well aware of the destruction of human nature caused by turmoil. The bold and reckless actions of Liu Rongju, Zhang Jingrong, and Guan Bingsen are not barbaric methods left during the war?After 50 years, 20 years, or even ten years, will anyone dare to do this!

Just like an avenger with a gun, there are many people who want to kill!
More than just a mere Zhang Jingrong.

However, everyone in the world wants to step on the suffering people!Because they are the bottom, the best people to bully!
For the first time, He Dingxian wanted to do something for the Chinese in Hong Kong Island.

But they dare!
How dare you!

He felt that suffering should not be imposed on the suffering people...

But after the six bullets were fired, the bad breath in his heart dissipated, and Lard Boy felt that he should support the big boss even more!

He Dingxian shook his head: "At this time, all the morning papers and daily newspapers in Hong Kong have already printed and sealed their boxes. As long as the "Oriental Daily" can be published before noon tomorrow, we will be the first newspaper in Hong Kong to report on the disaster situation. For news, use boxing prize money to do charity, the newspaper must sell better than before, and it can be regarded as seizing hot spots, printing and selling at the same time, and the name will be earned.”

He Dingxian took the two people to Kowloon by car from Fishing Village, and then drove to Shek Kip Mei by rickshaw. The time was already [-]:[-] in the morning, and the entire Shek Kip Mei area was full of flames. Thousands of disaster victims have gone to the streets and buildings near Kowloon Tong and Sham Shui Po to huddle and rest. Many of them are covered in gray smoke, and their expressions are still in shock. Most of them are huddling with their families to keep warm. The sound of crying, the emotion of suffering in the air...

Three rickshaws were already waiting at the door of the house. Just as He Dingxian was about to take someone into the car, he suddenly remembered something and turned to Ni Kun and said, "Akun, you bring the news to Lei Luo. His family also lives in the estate. I'll go upstairs to sleep when you're done."

At this moment, Boss He was furious and lost his mind. A little flustered and suppressed by anger, he ordered anxiously: "Help me contact Hetu to borrow a boat to cross the sea, and ask Ah Shan and Ah Le to come out together."

After Brother Zhou came to the security zone, he made up an excuse: "I have something to ask Chief Inspector Zhang..."

"Brother Xian, I know you, but the commander ordered that no one is allowed in except the medical staff." A uniformed police officer sighed, "Don't make it difficult for us."

When Zeng Shaoke raised his head again, Zhang Jingrong, Yuan Yi, the senior assistant director, the district chief of the fire department, and the director of Kowloon Tong were shot one after another. Believe it, someone's face is flustered, shouting English...
Those who were shot were the core group of people at the scene.

Like lard boy, he is actually concerned about the serious consequences of the fire, and he is a little alienated from the big boss. It's not that he thinks the big boss is wrong, but that the practice of fighting for power and profit is somewhat against conscience. If he doesn't say it in a short time, he will There are gaps.

The Chinese on Hong Kong Island have never lacked the spirit of resistance. If the situation eases and they can make a living, then everyone is willing to lay down their arms. If the situation changes suddenly...

"Finally, find a few trustworthy brothers, cross the sea to Haojiang to find 'Fu Laorong', go to Nanyue to find 'Sun Liu', and find a way to ask them for some money."

　　Originally, I wanted to add more, but the pressure of [-]D is too high, and the double pressure of mental and physical pressure is still unbearable.

　　When the update is easy in two months, choose an opportunity to update more to give feedback.

　　As for the good or bad of this plot, everyone is subject to it, and it can also deepen Junzai's thinking about writing, but in short, the pressure has been really high these two days, and I almost couldn't even stretch it today. I want to change it less tomorrow, but at least More came out.

　　It’s a little bit of a gesture to update this chapter in advance. It will be gone tomorrow morning, and it will be like this in the evening. I hope you understand.

　　
　
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