Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 109 Divide
on the street.

Zhang Jingliang led a team to set up traffic jams at the intersection.

"A traffic case occurred at No. 287 Chifu Road. There were casualties at the scene. Senior Inspector Zhang Jingliang, you are nearby. Send your manpower to provide support."

A signal from the main station came through the intercom.

"Yes, Zhang Jingliang received it."

Zhang Jingliang pressed the intercom and replied, then gave instructions: "PC41564, PC, you three, go over and provide support."

"YES Sir!"

The clerk responded loudly, drove a car and rushed towards Chi Fu Road.

Zhang Jingliang glanced at the taillights of the departing car with flickering eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealed an imperceptible sneer, and then quickly disappeared.

"Continue to check passing vehicles."

Zhang Jingliang directed the guys: "The clues say that someone related to an arms smuggling case appeared nearby tonight. All cars will be inspected strictly and will not be released easily."

"YES Sir."

Everyone responded in unison.

Strict inspection procedures have caused congestion on the roads one after another.

Fan Qiang came out of the nightclub after drinking, and his car was stuck in traffic.

"Falling on the street."

Ma Zai, who was driving, looked at the policeman in front of him: "Checking this and that every day is a waste of time."

"ignore him."

Fan Qiang sat in the back seat, burping with wine, holding the nightclub lady in his arms and raising and lowering his hands: "If you want to investigate, then investigate. These damn gangsters, take off their clothes, I will beat them to death."

The traffic moved forward slowly, and soon it was Flour's turn to force their car.

"Turn off and get out of the car."

The clerk was business-like and signaled Ma Zai to turn off the engine and come down: "The investigation requires strict inspection of the inside and outside of the car."

"No, Sir."

Ma Zai shouted at the waiter: "You turned off the engine and got out of the car. You are acting like the real thing. If you intercept me like this, if I have a problem, I won't wait in line to check it for you!"

"get off!"

"No."

Ma Zai refused to come down: "If you want to check, just check."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Jingliang strode over, raised his hand to grab Ma Zai's collar, opened the car door with one hand, pulled him out of his seat, and threw him on the ground:
"Don't waste your time, or I'll add another one to you for obstructing official duties!"

He had already seen Fan Qiang's Lexus and had been staring at it, waiting for them to come over.

"I sue you for beating up good citizens at will!" Ma Zai got up from the ground, but was pushed away by Zhang Jingliang. He took off the car keys and held them in his hand.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Brother Qiang is here too."

Zhang Jingliang opened the car door, bent down and pressed it on the roof of the car, looked inside, glanced at the drunken flour and asked the nightclub girl, "I'm not disturbing your enjoyment, are you?"

"Come down!"

"Humph!"

Fan Mianqiang snorted coldly and glared at Zhang Jingliang. He didn't dare to mess around and got out of the car honestly.

"Search!"

Zhang Jingliang waved his hand and asked the guys to go up and search the car. One person was responsible for searching the car, and the other opened the trunk and leaned in.

Coincidentally.

A red Mercedes-Benz stopped next to them. Wu Zhihui and Big D got out of the car for inspection. They glanced at Fan Qiang and said, "Hey, what a coincidence, Brother Qiang, we meet again."

"unlucky!"

Fan Mianqiang frowned when he looked at Wu Zhihui who appeared. He was too lazy to talk to Wu Zhihui, but he always felt that something was wrong and felt that there was no problem.

"Hurry up!"

He hugged the nightclub lady and roared at Zhang Jingliang: "I'm rushing to negotiate a big project worth hundreds of millions. It's so damn unlucky that I met you guys."

Zhang Jingliang turned to stare at him, Fan Mianqiang opened his mouth, but did not continue to curse.

"Sir Zhang!"

The man in charge of the trunk suddenly raised his voice a little louder, pulled out a small canvas bag from the rear of the car, opened the bag and showed it to Zhang Jingliang.

In the bag, there was a handful of large mottled black stars, a few bullets, and a bag of white powder.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

a time.

The guys who were originally scattered around immediately reached out to press the holsters on their waists, and quickly gathered around:
"do not move!"

"Hold your head with your hands, squat down, squat down!"

There were scoldings everywhere, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant. Facing point [-], Flour Qiang was dumbfounded.

The nightclub lady was still hugging each other with Fan Mianqiang. Seeing this scene, she quickly pushed Fan Mianqiang away: "It has nothing to do with me, I don't know him, and it has nothing to do with me, Sir!"

"Why are you still looking at me? Squat down!"

Zhang Jingliang pressed Ma Zai's head and pushed him to the ground. He stepped in front of Fan Fenqiang and looked him up and down: "Four Flour Qiang, are you playing a big game?"

He glanced at the big black star, bullets, and a packet of white powder placed on the front of the car: "Arms, white powder, any of them are enough for you to study in the bitter kiln for many years."

Wu Zhihui on the side was even more exaggerated. He jumped away and looked at Fan Mianqiang: "The Yan family shovel, I thought you were just talking, and didn't you really mean it? Are you really preparing to kill me with weapons?!"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Jingliang raised his hand and patted the roof of the car, staring at Wu Zhihui: "Does it have anything to do with you? Get out of the way, it will hinder the police's work, and I will pull you too!"

"cut."

Wu Zhihui curled his lips and stopped talking.

"Grass mud horse."

Fan Mianqiang looked at Wu Zhihui and Zhang Jingliang, and immediately felt that he had been framed by them together. He glared at Zhang Jingliang: "You framed me?!"

He wouldn't put flour in the car at all when he went out, and as for Big Black Star, he didn't even do it.

"Fool!"

Wu Zhihui sneered and teased: "In front of everyone, you actually said that the superior framed you? Wow, you are very courageous. You are miserable. I will give you one more crime."

"Hem home shovel!"

Fan Mianqiang was furious. He let go of the hand holding his head and stood up: "Wu Zhihui, don't think I don't know."

"Hold him down and gag him!"

When Zhang Jingliang listened to Fan Mianqiang's words, he thought he was really going to open his mouth and shout out Wu Zhihui's undercover identity. His eyelids jumped and he asked the clerk to catch Fan Mianqiang, and then he personally blocked his mouth.

"Take the car!"

Zhang Jingliang waved his hand and looked at Fan Qiang's vest. A cold look flashed in his eyes. Before leaving, he glanced at Wu Zhihui and then left.

Having caught the flour force in action, armed with arms and powder, Zhang Jingliang personally escorted him back.

The car is driving on the road.

The two guys were in the front, and Zhang Jingliang was sitting in the back. They locked Fan Qiang's handcuffs to the car door handle, and one of his hands was still movable.

The speed of the car was neither urgent nor slow, and the light from the street lights came in. As the car moved, the interior of the car flickered.

Zhang Jingliang tore off the tape in Fan Fenqiang's mouth, looked at him with twinkling eyes, and began to test: "Four Flour Qiang, you are now in office after all. You can't be so arrogant in your behavior, let alone have a big mouth!"

"What's wrong with my big mouth?! Can I fucking say I can eat it?!"

Flour Qiang was already furious. After drinking too many cups, he didn't even think carefully about what Zhang Jingliang meant by saying that he was loud for no reason: "Let me tell you, do you think you can frame me like this? It's not my thing, someone else Help me carry it."

He glared at Zhang Jingliang with stern eyes and pointed at him: "I tell you, when I come out, you, Wu Zhihui, one by one, I will fuck you all in one go!"

When people have trouble in their hearts and listen to other people's words, it is easy for them to chat across channels.

Fan Mianqiang was just venting his inner anger. He thought Wu Zhihui and Zhang Jingliang were working together to set up a condom on him, but Zhang Jingliang seemed to hear another meaning.

Are you threatening yourself?Could it be that he really knows his relationship with Wu Zhihui? !

"Shut up!"

Zhang Jingliang punched Fanfan Qiang's stomach. Fanfanqiang's stomach convulsed and shrank into shrimps. He gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Jingliang fiercely, but he did not dare to speak anymore.

A good man doesn't want to suffer immediate losses, and wait until this situation is over before settling the score with him.

"Stare at me?!"

Zhang Jingliang turned his head and glanced behind the car. Far behind, Wu Zhihui's red Mercedes-Benz was driving behind the police car, keeping a certain distance.

He turned to look at Fan Mianqiang. After staring at him for a while, he leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice and said, "I know what you are thinking. Why are you still here and you don't know how high the sky is?"

"Do you think you can come out again after entering the police station? Looking for someone to support you? The evidence is all here. If you, a flour gangster, come out after less than 15 years, I, Zhang Jingliang, will twist off your head and play it as a ball for you!"

Zhang Jingliang withdrew his body and stopped looking at him.

"you!"

Flour's eyes were so strong that he stared at Zhang Jingliang, his breathing became rapid for several minutes, and he was breathing heavily.

The car suddenly fell into silence.

The police car continued to drive at a steady speed on the highway. The street lights on both sides of the highway were on. As the car moved, light beams shone into the car from time to time, making the car's interior flicker.

Fan Mianqiang sat on his seat with a sullen face, looking at Zhang Jingliang next to him, then at the two police officers in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Jingliang's waist.

The slightly open corner of Zhang Jingliang's clothes revealed the .[-] pistol pinned to his waist, but Zhang Jingliang did not notice it at all.

Fan Fenqiang's right hand was handcuffed to the car, but his left hand could move. At this distance, if he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the point [-] by surprise, and restrained Zhang Jingliang, he could run away.

Zhang Jingliang is a senior inspector. He can be used as a hostage. Compared to spending 15 years in prison, he would definitely prefer to run away. At the worst, he would just not stay in Hong Kong Island.

You are a big boss and you stay here for 15 years. Who knows what you will be like in 15 years?No one will remember you anymore. This is the way this society is. When people leave, the tea will cool down.

Take a step back.

There is no death penalty in Hong Kong. Anyway, if you have to stay in prison for 15 years, you might as well give it a try. Even if you don't run away, it will only add a few more years.

For them, there is no difference between 15 years and 20 years.

The idea came up in the blink of an eye. Fan Mianqiang paid attention to a few people with flashing eyes and waited silently.

"Come on, smoke."

Zhang Jingliang rolled down the window, took out the cigarette in his pocket, took it in his mouth, and handed it to the guy in the car in front of him: "Everyone has to work harder tonight. We worked overtime to interrogate him."

"Shh."

Flour Qiang opened his eyes.

It's now!

He suddenly stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the .[-] on Zhang Jingliang's waist. It was unexpected and smooth. He started to grab the .[-], and the black muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against Zhang Jingliang's head.

"Don't move!"

Flour Qiang put his finger on the trigger and growled: "Stop!"

The police officer was stunned by the sudden scene and subconsciously stepped on the brakes, causing the car to stop directly in the middle of the road.

The police officer hurriedly pulled out his .[-], pointed at Fann Qiang and said, "Put down the gun!"

"Four strong!"

Zhang Jingliang stared at Fan Qiang with his eyes: "Are you crazy? You dare to rob police equipment! Put down the gun, and I can pretend it never happened!"

"Hem home shovel!"

Fan Fenqiang thrust his gun forward, directly into Zhang Jingliang's mouth: "You still want to fucking lie to me? I've been squatting here for so many years, who the hell will know me after I come out!"

"Handcuffs, open the handcuffs for me!"

Flour Qiang roared: "Get out of the car, I want this car now!"

The car fell silent.

The two guys looked at Zhang Jingliang. Zhang Jingliang's body was tense and motionless, his Adam's apple was twitching and he swallowed nervously.

"I count to three!"

Flour Qiang lost his patience, and the scene where Hei Zaibin used a prop gun to scare Big D appeared in his mind unconsciously, and he growled in an extremely strong voice: "I'll finish the count, and if you don't do it, I'll shoot him first." you!"

He imitated Hei Zaibin's tone and said concisely: "Bet on whether I dare to shoot!"

"three!"

"Open!"

Zhang Jingliang roared and shouted to the clerk: "Open the handcuffs for him and let him go!"

"Humph, it turns out you are afraid too!"

Fan Mianqiang sneered. After the clerk opened the handcuffs, he flicked his wrist, reached out and grabbed Zhang Jingliang's collar and pushed him out: "Get out of the car, everyone, get out of the car."

The two police officers obeyed.

"get off!"

Fan Mianqiang glanced at the police officer who got out of the car and pushed Zhang Jingliang to get out of the car. The moment the car door opened, Zhang Jingliang suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Fan Mianqiang and rolled out of the car.

"court death!"

Fan Qiang's eyes twitched and he roared angrily. He pulled his finger on the trigger and shot at Zhang Jingliang.

"shot!"

Zhang Jingliang's roar also sounded.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two police officers clicked [-] points, and tongues of flame sprayed from the muzzles of the gun amid the gunpowder smoke, hitting Flour Qiang's body and exploding bloody holes.

under close range.

The power of .[-] is quite impressive.

"fuck me"

Fan Qiang opened his mouth, looked at Zhang Jingliang with wide eyes in disbelief as he stood up from the ground, then looked at the point [-] that had been pressed by him but did not ring, tilted his head and threw himself onto the street.

"Be alert around, be careful he has accomplices!"

Zhang Jingliang scolded, leaned into the car, and flicked open the bullet chamber of the .[-]. It was empty with no bullets at all. He took out the bullets he had prepared and quickly stuffed them into the gun, then closed the cylinder.

After doing all this, Zhang Jingliang breathed a sigh of relief.

rear.

The red Mercedes drove by in the side lane.

Wu Zhihui, the co-pilot, held a cigarette between his fingers and glanced at Fan Qiang, who had already jumped into the street in the car, and looked at Zhang Jingliang from a distance.

The red Mercedes drove away.

"Oh shit."

Big D didn't mind seeing the excitement and said, "Four Flour Qiang is completely on the street now."

"tsk"

Wu Zhihui flicked the cigarette butt, clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "Young and Dangerous guys don't use their brains. They will be Young and Dangerous all their lives. Sooner or later they will have to hit the streets."

"Correct!"

Big D believed it, and many practical experiences told him that what Wu Zhihui said was the truth.

"knock off!"

Wu Zhihui raised his hand to roll up the car window, moved his buttocks and found a comfortable position to lean against the back of the seat:

"Tell them they can start fighting and grab the most territory for me!"

"Every one of his younger brothers will either be defeated or passed up. After tonight, the prefix He Shengyi will disappear from the world."

"Yes!"

Big D is full of fighting spirit.

You don’t have to do it yourself at all, you have free labor to help get rid of the strong flour. It’s so cool.

(End of this chapter)