Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 108 Ruthless!

"I believe you?!"

Wu Zhihui curled his lips and said in a rather disdainful tone: "If I believed you, you wouldn't have collected my body for me if I was beheaded to death on the street one day!"

"I, Wu Zhihui, was born in an orphanage. My father and mother died early, and I am all alone. I am afraid that I will not even be qualified to buy a cemetery on Hong Kong Island."

"If I had known it would be like this, I shouldn't have agreed to you to be such a bad undercover agent. I would have to live in anxiety every day for fear of being discovered and end up with a bad death."

Wu Zhihui racked his brains to think of words to express his current mood to the maximum extent.

"Believe me, trust me!"

Zhang Jingliang's tone became more urgent, a little more irritable, and he yelled at Wu Zhihui: "I told you, believe me, your identity will not be exposed, absolutely not!"

He was in a hurry.

He began to worry.

Wu Zhihui said such words, then his mind may be wavered. Once wavered, the undercover agent will run away at any time, and he may fall short of his success.

Zhang Jingliang's current mood can only be expressed as anxious.

Wu Zhihui asked: "Why should I believe you?!"

"I am your father's good brother!"

Zhang Jingliang lowered his voice and roared: "Just because he and I are brothers. Although we are not real brothers, we have a life-long friendship. How could you harm you?!"

Zhang Jingliang's heavy breathing voice came from the microphone.

"I"

After Wu Zhihui heard this sentence, his emotions seemed to be infected, and he swallowed the words without saying anything again.

"clatter"

The sound of two people lighting cigarettes came from the phone at the same time. They didn't speak for a while, and the two sides fell into silence.

"Ahui."

Zhang Jingliang blew out the smoke and his tone became calmer again: "I won't lie to you. I don't know why you would say that Flood Force was using his undercover status to threaten you."

"It's impossible for your identity to be exposed. I think it's very possible that he is deliberately defrauding you. He's a flour rape guy, but he's not powerful enough for you. He just said a few words to deceive you."

"You believe me."

"I'll take care of the flour situation. Don't worry. I promise I'll do it beautifully. There's no way he'll say another word."

"Are you so sure? It's hard to deal with flour power." Wu Zhihui's tone was uncertain, with a bit of doubt, but it was much calmer than the previous excitement.

"Isn't it because of Yuwanxian's matter a while ago that you and Mianfenqiang have been arguing with each other and the matter has not been completely resolved?"

Zhang Jingliang thought quickly and said quickly: "In this way, you give me some time and I will take action. You and I will join hands and leave the rest to me. I will take care of him."

His tone of voice was full of certainty: "He will never enter the police station alive. I will not give him a chance to speak. Don't worry, he will definitely be just a corpse!"

have to say.

In this era, Hong Kong Island is under the control of ghosts. Not only do the young and Dangerous boys play wildly, but in fact, in many cases, the uniformed police officers do much wilder, darker and more ruthless things than the young and Dangerous boys!

After Zhang Jingliang heard Wu Zhihui's call, he didn't care whether what Wu Zhihui said was true. He only knew that this flour must be dealt with. If not dealt with, Wu Zhihui, the undercover agent, would not be safe.

If the undercover's determination is not strong enough, then he will be doomed. All the long-term plans will be in vain, let alone promotion and salary increase. Therefore, he will never allow anyone to disrupt his plan.

He wants to move forward step by step. If anyone appears to interfere with his plan, no matter who it is, they will be killed!
"I am your father's good brother!"

When Zhang Jingliang saw that Wu Zhihui was silent, he played the emotional card again: "You don't have to believe me, but you can't disbelieve your father, right?"

"I"

Wu Zhihui hesitated and hesitated, then gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, then I will trust you, Uncle Zhang, for once. If the flour force is not solved, I will run away immediately!"

"Of course, I will find you and take you to my father's grave, and let you tell him in front of him how you treated your good brother's son!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Jingliang promised firmly, then paused, in order to completely stabilize Wu Zhihui: "I will deal with him. Tomorrow night, you talk to him first, and if the talks fall through, I will naturally take action!"

"After you take care of him, I'll give you two hours to take care of his territory. When the time is up, the police will come in."

"That's it!"

Wu Zhihui raised his hand and hung up the phone: "I'm waiting for you to give me news." He turned around and walked out of the phone booth, in a good mood.

This Jingliang is still an old ginger after all. He is quite spicy. If he were an ordinary kid like Dang Touqing, he might have been moved by his performance just now.

He talks about being a good brother, but then he sends his son to the club to be an undercover agent. In this regard, he is not qualified to be called a brother. Wu Zhihui, who has been born in two generations, will not fall for this trick.

Wu Zhihui is in a good mood now. He is still very satisfied with his performance just now. Zhang Jingliang is completely anxious. He will definitely be able to handle the flour flour issue.

Not only can it be done, but it can also be done perfectly. Having free labor is really a joyful thing.

Not to mention, I just scolded Zhang Jingliang a few times, which was quite satisfying.

Wu Zhihui whistled and walked forward for a while, stopped a taxi and left quickly.

Mid- to high-end residential area.

Seventeenth floor.

Zhang Jingliang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cigarette in one hand and a phone in the other, staring at the night scene in the distance, his whole person shrouded in smoke.

"damn it!"

Zhang Jingliang couldn't understand why Wu Zhihui's undercover status was so easy to be dragged into by Flood. It was very unreasonable.

Could it be that he is his opponent?
It shouldn't be. If it was really leaked, why not leak it directly to Ren Qingtian, but to Mianfenqiang?
Is he a ghost?
Nor should it.

But at the moment, he can't care so much. How the news leaked is not the focus now. The point is that Wu Zhihui, the chess piece, cannot be messed up.

Any situation that may disrupt your plan must not occur, absolutely not.

He picked up the phone, dialed the number quickly, and said, "Come out for a moment. I have something to arrange for you."

Zhang Jingliang took his coat and keys and went out. His wife Awen, who had just come out of the bathroom and was wearing a sexy lace suspender dress, looked at him faintly:
"Are you going out again?"

"Be good, let's talk about it another time."

Zhang Jingliang nodded, hugged Awen and left directly. After going downstairs, he drove away.

Two 10 minutes later.

"No, boss!"

A yellow-haired boy with his hands in his pockets looked around to make sure no one was there, opened the car door and got in: "You come out so late at night and ask me to do something? I'm already ready to go to bed, okay?"

"Snapped."

Zhang Jingliang directly handed over a thick kraft paper envelope in front of Huang Mao. Huang Mao looked at the thick envelope and immediately showed a smile on his face. The smile was a bit flattering: "Oh, what are you doing? Mr. Zhang, I don't know." Outside."

He quickly reached out and took the envelope, poured out the banknotes inside and counted them, his eyes shining.

Huang Maozi has no identity, he is just a young and Dangerous boy, the same as Shengyi's Ponyboy.

He also has another identity, Zhang Jingliang's informant.

There are many ways for the Hong Kong Island Police to obtain intelligence, including undercover agents or informants. Informants are young and Dangerous people who provide information to the police in exchange for rewards.

According to incomplete statistics, in almost every club in Hong Kong, young and Dangerous boys have served as informants.

"There's 5 yuan in it."

Zhang Jingliang held a cigarette in his mouth and handed one to Huang Maozai: "Get a gun and stuff it in the trunk of your car where you are sitting in the flour shop. You have this way."

"Depend on!"

When Huang Maozai heard this, his eyelids jumped and he looked at Zhang Jingliang: "Isn't it right, Sir, you are so serious about it?" He shook the money in his hand: "With this little money, I can just buy a gun and it will be gone."

"It doesn't matter whether the gun can go off or not. What matters is that I want to catch him."

Zhang Jingliang got straight to the point: "You can use this money as you wish. As long as the gun is real, stuff it into his trunk."

"..."

Huang Maozi looked at Zhang Jingliang with twinkling eyes, thought for a moment and returned the money to Zhang Jingliang: "Sir Zhang, are you serious? I won't accept this order." He seemed to have guessed what Zhang Jingliang was going to do.

"If you do it, you will get the money and nothing will happen."

Zhang Jingliang didn't even look at him: "I've found you. If you don't do anything, you know what the consequences will be if you find out about it."

"Grass!"

Huang Maozi was anxious.

"We have cooperated so many times, when did we expose you?"

As Zhang Jingliang spoke, he took out a roll of banknotes tied with a rubber band from his pocket: "This is my personal sponsorship for you, isn't it interesting?"

The implication is that we have cooperated so many times. If you don't do it this time, I will tell you everything about the past, and you will end up in a miserable place.

He threw the banknotes on Huang Maozai: "Don't worry, you will be fine. This is not the first time we have cooperated."

"..."

Huang Maozai hesitated for a moment, then took the money and said, "Don't come to me for this kind of thing in the future."

"listen!"

Zhang Jingliang suddenly changed his face and reached out to grab Huang Maozai's collar: "Now that I have found it and given you the money, you must do it. If you can't handle this matter, I will handle it for you!"

He showed a fierce look on his face: "That flour boy dares to refute me in public, I'm going to trample him to death! Someone will be watching you, if you dare to take the money and run away, haha."

"Yes Yes."

Huang Maozai looked at the fierce Zhang Jingliang, nodded quickly, and watched Zhang Jingliang drive away. He looked down at the banknotes in his hand, gritted his teeth, and began to calculate silently in his heart.

If Zhang Jingliang wants to frame him, the quality of the gun doesn't need to be very good. At most, he can buy a Big Black Star for who knows how many hands for 2 yuan, and the remaining money is his own.

···
The next night.

Fan Mianqiang and Wu Zhihui met at the teahouse.

"I tell you!"

Fan Qiang had a sullen face, clenched his fists and slapped the table heavily: "That's it, you still want to ask me for money, but there's no way!"

"Usamaru Xian is your man."

Wu Zhihui didn't give in at all: "Just because he caused my business to lose so much, you have to take care of me!"

"That's not to talk about."

Fan Fenqiang slammed the table and stood up to leave. He didn't forget to look back at Wu Zhihui: "If you are brave enough, come to me for money. If you dare to open your mouth to ask for money again, I will do it to you directly without anyone giving it to you. Hem home shovel!"

Wu Zhihui and Fan Mianqiang broke up on bad terms, and the incident spread like wildfire in the circle.

"Did you hear that? Flour Force is going to kill Wu Zhihui."

"If a man in the pavilion fights with a red stick, who do you think will win?"

"So what if the red stick can hit? It's just a matter of one shot. Wu Zhihui is too unreasonable to rely on his own ability to hit. Be careful if someone shoots him with a black gun!"

Say anything.

No matter how small He Shengyi is, it is still a club after all, let alone Wu Zhihui, it is more eye-catching.

The police paid close attention to them. In order to prevent the two societies from getting angry with each other and causing unrest, Zhang Jingliang personally took action and brought Wu Zhihui and Fan Mianqiang back to the police station for tea.

"Snapped."

Zhang Jingliang put the coffee on the table and looked sideways at Wu Zhihui and Fan Mianqiang: "If you dare to fight, I will keep an eye on you from now on and you will not earn a penny."

"Fuck you!"

Flour slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Wu Zhihui: "Okay, you are capable enough to call the police, right? I won't accept your tricks!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Jingliang raised his hand and punched Fan Mian Qiang in the stomach: "Mian Fan Qiang, you are so powerful. From today on, I will keep an eye on you!"

Two days later.

into the night.

Zhang Jingliang stood at the gate of Aberdeen Police Station, watching the subordinates gathered in the audience, waiting silently.

suddenly.

His phone rang, and Huang Maozai's voice came: "Sir Zhang, it's settled. Flour Qiang went to a nightclub to drink tonight, and the gun was stuffed into the trunk of his car. You can definitely stop him."

"it is good."

Zhang Jingliang hung up the phone, turned his head and glanced at the horizon in the distance, not knowing what he was looking at, and waved his hand: "Do something!"

A group of guys got on the bus and got on the bus in a hurry. Senior Inspector Zhang Jingliang personally led the team and set up a blockade on the only way outside the nightclub where Flour Qiang was.

telephone booth.

"Grass."

Huang Maozi stood in a public phone booth on the roadside, hung up the phone and lit a cigarette: "I don't know what the outcome of this matter will be."

"Zhang Jingliang can't believe it all. Find a place to hide first and see how the situation is. Come out when the time comes."

It was framed by the big boss. If Flour Qiang was fine, he would definitely investigate to the end.

Also, after he inquired about it, Zhang Jingliang said that he had a conflict with Mian Mian Qiang, but in fact there was no conflict. On the contrary, Mian Mian Qiang and Wu Zhihui had been having a heated dispute in the past few days.

Zhang Jingliang, isn't he helping Wu Zhihui?
What is the relationship between these two people?
Huang Maozai had some concerns in his mind and made his own guess. Yes, Zhang Jingliang was probably helping Wu Zhihui. Is there some indescribable relationship between the two people?
If I had known, Wu Zhihui would never have been rumored to have connections in the police force.

As an informant who had several dealings with the police, Huang Maozi was somewhat complacent because he still had a brain.

Hide it first, wait until the limelight of this matter has passed, and then slowly contact Zhang Jingliang and dig deeper. If you dig well, you may be able to get a handle on it.

He took a puff of his cigarette, then picked up the phone and called out: "Hey, Xiaohui, it's me. I'm going out for a few days. You stay at home and wait for me to come back. You're not allowed to go out to hook up with men. Do you hear me? !”

"I'm telling you, I'm sure I'll be successful after this time. You'd better be more honest with me, or I'll take off your pants, do you hear me!"

Huang Maozi took the phone and told his little girlfriend on the phone to keep her crotch in check.

At an intersection not far away, a fully loaded dump truck appeared on the road, driving very fast, and appeared in Huang Maozai's sight.

Huang Maozai glanced at the dump truck and was a little curious as to why the dump truck drove into Central as there was no construction site nearby. However, he didn't pay attention and was flirting with Ma Zi Xiaohui.

The dump truck drove very fast. The driver sat in the driver's seat. The tall front of the truck gave him an excellent view. He glanced at the yellow man standing in the phone booth with an expressionless face.

He pressed the accelerator under his foot again, and the stopwatch climbed a few more points. He looked at the phone booth on the side of the road diagonally ahead, and then the steering wheel suddenly turned.

The dump truck roared with the accelerator and rushed out like a ferocious beast.

"Okay, that's it!"

Huang Maozai was about to hang up the phone: "Wash your butt and wait until I come back to clean it up."

"Oh!"

A violent crash sounded.

The phone booth was instantly annihilated under the impact of the dump truck and was leveled to the ground.

Huang Maozi flew out with the phone booth, drew a parabola in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. After two turns, the world became quiet.

The street lamp stood quietly beside Huang Maozai, watching all this silently.

The warm and cold lights from the street lamps shone from top to bottom, shrouding the dying yellow boy in the light, giving him a pale white color.

"Ho ho."

Huang Maozi fell into a pool of blood with his chest sunken, making a heavy sound of coughing up blood in his throat. Looking at the blurred vision in front of him, his voice was hoarse and unclear:

"The Yan family shoveled Zhang Jingliang."

He tilted his head and threw himself into the street.

The blood flowing out from under his body dyed the concrete floor dark brown, followed the sloping ground all the way down, and finally merged into the underground sewer on the side.

(End of this chapter)