Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 281 Who are we?You'll tire yourself out if you fight like this!
"boarding!"

Xian Weizha waved his hand, holding the AK in both hands and walked directly towards the car outside. The seven boys behind him followed closely with firearms.

The two cars left the villa and headed towards Tony and Ahu's location.

In the car.

Xian Weizha took the phone and called Ma Jun, who was in charge of this matter: "Ma Jun, I tell you, Wu Zhihui must be washed out with blood tonight."

"Superintendent Zeng asked you to help me with something, so you should handle it honestly and well. Once it's done, I, Xian Wei, will benefit from you, do you hear me?"

"Ah."

Ma Jun held the phone and listened to Xian Weizha's words. Although he felt a little unhappy with Xian Weizha's tone, he still didn't say anything more and nodded: "Tell me when you get there."

He raised his hand and glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist: "Since you entered the market, I will give you 15 minutes. Can you finish it in 15 minutes?"

"You give me time?!"

Xian Weizha listened to Ma Jun's words and stroked the body of the AK with his palm, feeling the cold metallic texture: "I asked you to assist me, not to command me."

"If you are asked to do something, you must play your role. You and the policemen will guard the outside of the market on both sides. If the policemen come and help me intercept it, I will naturally withdraw. Do you understand me?!"

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Ma Jun hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, Watson, who was sitting next to him, came over and said into the phone: "I understand, Brother Zha, go ahead and do the work, we will intercept it for you."

"Grass."

Xian Weizha laughed angrily and cursed: "It's better for you, Watson, to understand me."

"Brother Zha, I used to be your little brother."

Watson's tone was relaxed and he replied with a smile: "There are no instructions, so that's it."

He immediately turned off the phone and put it on Ma Jun's lap. Ma Jun didn't say anything, but looked at Watson: "Why are you interrupting? This matter will be difficult to handle."

"Shut up, Brother Jun."

Watson directly interrupted Ma Jun, took out the Marlboro from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, lit one himself, bent down and rolled up the hems of his trousers: "Don't think about doing anything tonight. , let’s think about how to protect ourselves.”

Ma Jun looked at Watson with twinkling eyes, lit a cigarette and sucked on it, waiting for his next words.

It was obvious that Ma Jun did not understand what Watson meant by this sentence.

"I have worked as an undercover agent next to Xian Weizha before, so I have a pretty good idea of ​​what their Yue Nanzi is doing."

Watson sat up straight, clasping his arms with his hands and looking out of the car, blue smoke rising from the cigarette he held in his mouth: "The Yue Nan boys are all wolf cubs, and they are very vicious in their actions."

"Among the three brothers, Xian Weizha is the one who can't be beaten the most. The two who can be beaten are all blocked by Wu Zhihui. He, Xian Weizha, wants to bring people in to do things now, and he can't fight. Why do you think he dares to do so? Go in?"

Ma Jun listened to Watson's words and immediately thought of something.

"Look, you've thought of it too, right?"

Watson raised his hand and patted Ma Jun on the shoulder, making a shooting gesture: "Yue Nanzi is ruthless in his actions, and Xian Weizha is even more ruthless. He even killed his own adoptive father."

"Now that he wants to bring people in and asks us to stay outside to help him intercept the police, he must be planning to take action inside."

Watson thought clearly and looked at Ma Jun: "Every year, let's not talk about Xiangjiang, let's talk about our North District. There are many cases of small mules fighting in the club, but at most they are seriously injured. How many deaths have you seen? personal?!"

"They go in with guns. What can you guarantee? Bullets have no eyes. If there are many dead, we will help them outside to intercept the police. Who will take care of this?!"

"A handful of big black stars, at most a few bullets, can kill a few."

Before Ma Jun could speak, Watson burst out laughing and shook his head: "You still don't understand Yue Nanzi. They sell white powder and pistols? That's too childish. I used to work under Xian Wei as an undercover agent. When we arrived, we knew they had rifles!”

He curled his lips, shook his head and said: "What kind of good job do you think Zeng gave us? You should have heard about the situation. Wu Zhihui has joined forces with three societies. Looking at this posture, he is preparing to take over Yue Nanzai's territory. Eaten it in one go.”

"According to Xian Weizha's character, he is definitely not a good person. Maybe there will be a big fuss. This is not just a small fight. Let me tell you, maybe the two of us will be the scapegoats."

When Watson said this, Ma Jun couldn't help but fell silent and looked at Watson with twinkling eyes.

"Hey, there's no such thing as a good job."

Watson blew out smoke and shook his head: "Brother Jun, you still don't think comprehensively enough."

He took a small sip of his cigarette and said, "I think the best situation for this matter is for us to wait outside and act as the situation arises."

"If Xian Weizha can stay there and there's not much movement, we can help intercept them and give them time to leave. But if something goes wrong inside, let's stay away as soon as possible."

"If the policeman comes over, we can call him and give him a letter. As for the interception, don't even think about it. If this continues, we will all suffer. Don't do the dirty work for yourself."

Watson revealed a shrewdness both inside and outside his words.

Being able to stay undercover under Xian Wei for such a long time in the past, Watson has already thought more than anyone else and is very shrewd.

If Superintendent Zeng hadn't revealed to the letter that Watson was an undercover agent, Watson would have been able to blend in perfectly.

"Row."

Ma Jun thought for a moment and nodded: "Then do as you say."

"That's right."

Watson narrowed his eyes and sucked on his cigarette. He took out two bulletproof vests from behind and threw one to him. He put it on himself: "You can live longer if you are careful. A lot of people are always right."

Yan King Road, Sai Kung.

The melee in the market was still going on, with Luo Tianhong and Aji at the center, surrounded by a group of injured horses.

"Boss."

Big D stood next to Wu Zhihui, his mobile phone ringing frequently. After taking it, he reported to Wu Zhihui: "Xinji has already done it, and Liansheng is about the same. The remaining numbers will probably be picked up soon."

"Um"

Wu Zhihui nodded, looking at the melee scene in front of him, and stretched out his hand to wipe the bulletproof vest under his coat: "Xian Weizha should have received the news, and he should be on his way here by calculating the time, right?"

He looked towards the end of the street.

Under a few dim street lights, several cars were parked there. In the car, Song Zijie was sitting on his seat, looking at the street market here.

"Sir Song."

The boy under him glanced inside the market and looked at Song Zijie: "Can we go in?"

"Wait, what's the rush?"

Song Zijie waved his hand, moved his neck, and tightened the bulletproof vest on his body: "I received a message that a group of gun-wielding gangsters may appear here, continue to wait."

Naturally, Song Zijie showed up here at night to finish things off for Wu Zhihui. After receiving the call from Superintendent Xu, he came over with his people. This was not the first time he had dealt with Wu Zhihui, and he was very familiar with her.

Soon.

Ma Jun and Watson drove here with their two cars. Looking at the chaotic market in front of them, they did not go in. Instead, they stopped the car next to the roadside. They turned off the engine and disappeared into the shadows according to Ma Jun's instructions. .

"just wait."

Ma Jun exhaled and glanced at the situation inside: "It seems that Wu Zhihui is well prepared. The Yue Nan Gang is obviously unable to defeat them."

"I can't beat him for sure." Watson curled his lips and said matter-of-factly: "Yuenanzi plays with guns. We are not all on the same level. What kind of business does the Yuenan Gang do? How can the Mazai under his command be as good as theirs? There are a lot of those societies.”

"Xian Weizha and the others haven't arrived yet, I'll take a moment."

He reached out and put down the backrest of the car seat, preparing to take a rest. He accidentally saw the car on the roadside in front of him, and could vaguely see the flashing red light shining through the car glass.

"wrong."

Watson sat upright immediately and pointed to the car over there: "There are people in the car, and there are quite a few of them. Look at how dented the wheels are."

Ma Jun naturally understood what Watson was saying and turned to look at him: "What do you mean?"

"Wu Zhihui also called the police."

While they were talking, the sound of a car engine roaring came from the road behind.

With a sudden sound of brakes, the car stopped. Xian Weizha and his men got out of the car. He held his coat with both hands and strode towards the market inside.

"Xian Weizha is here."

Ma Jun looked at Xian Weizha who appeared, and then picked up his mobile phone: "You have to call him and tell him that he can't come in. There are police officers waiting outside."

As he spoke, he fingered the buttons on his mobile phone.

"Snapped!"

Watson suddenly reached out and directly pressed Ma Jun's hand holding the phone.

"What?!"

"Brother Jun!"

Watson looked at Xian Weizha who was walking in, and looked at Ma Jun with twinkling eyes: "What do you think the two of us look like now?"

Ma Jun listened to his words and said nothing.

"A runner."

Watson spoke very quickly and continued: "If a good thing doesn't happen to us, we still have to take responsibility if something goes wrong. Why do you think there is such a situation?"

Without waiting for Ma Jun to speak, he asked and answered himself: "Because our value has not been reflected, we are just an errand boy and a chess piece, used to take the blame if something goes wrong!"

He tightened his grip on Ma Jun's mobile phone and snatched it away: "If you don't want to live like this, you have to find another way."

"Now is the best opportunity. You said, if all the Yue Nanzi are dead, will he still have anyone to use? At this time, we will become the only people he can use, and our value will be reflected. Yes or no?"

"Silly boy!"

Ma Jun scolded: "If we can't handle this matter well, we can't do business. What other options do you think of?!"

"Okay!"

After hearing what he said, Watson directly handed the mobile phone to Ma Jun: "Then if you call Xian Weizha now, do you think he will run away?"

"Wu Zhihui has already arranged for someone to wait outside. As soon as Xian Weizha and the others take action, they will show up. Go and help them. Can we take it off?!"

"..."

Ma Jun's voice froze when he heard the words, and he looked ahead.

in sight.

Xian Weizha took out his hand from his coat, and an AK appeared in his sight, extremely conspicuous.

"Do you see it!"

Watson lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "This is Yue Nanzi's style of doing things. How can the two of us help him finish it? There's no way we can finish it!"

Ma Jun was speechless.

on the rooftop.

Tian Yangyi, who was leaning on the railing and overlooking the market, saw Xian Weizha and his group appearing at the entrance of the market at a glance, and said into the headset: "Xian Weizha is here."

After a pause, he looked at the AK that Xian Weizha took out of his jacket, and couldn't help but lick his dry lips: "Yue Nanzi has something, I took out the AK."

"I saw it."

Abu's words came from the headset: "Pay attention, one of their companions left the team after getting off the car and entered the building carrying a bag. It's not easy."

Wu Zhihui stood in front of the car, listening to the voices of the two people in the headset, holding the headset with his fingers: "Block them!"

In the street market.

The sharp metal collision sound of the Eight-sided Han Sword colliding with the steel pipe was particularly harsh. The "ding-ding." sound was extremely loud and the speed was getting faster and faster.

As Luo Tianhong's slash was blocked by Ah Hu with his stick, the two of them took several steps back and stood facing each other.

Luo Tianhong squinted at Ahu in front of him, holding the Eight-sided Han Sword in his right hand at his side. On the eight-sided sword, a wisp of blood slid down the sharp blade and dripped on the ground.

in front of you.

Ah Hu held the stick in both hands and gasped, staring at Luo Tianhong with wide eyes. He no longer had the arrogance at the beginning. There were several wounds on his arms and thighs, and his skin and flesh were turned.

"My sword is fast!"

Luo Tianhong raised his chin slightly, his expression aloof under his hanging blue bangs: "If you continue to beat me like this, you will be exhausted to death."

"Huff..Huff"

Ahu gasped for air, stared at Luo Tianhong, and glanced to the side with his peripheral vision.

Tony and Aji also stood facing each other.

Tony's current situation is not very good either. There are several bruises on his face and there is blood at the corner of his mouth. It is obvious that he did not gain much benefit from the fight with the white-haired boy.

Market entrance.

"Tony, Ahu!"

Xian Weizha held the AK with both hands and shouted inside: "I'm coming!"

Behind.

Several gun-wielding cavalrymen followed behind them, and with a big black star holding a phoenix in their hands, they headed towards the market.

Also at this time.

In the corridors on both sides of the market.

Abu, Tian Yangzhi and his party, who had been waiting for a long time, pulled the bolts of their guns and leaned out of the window slightly. They looked at Xian Weizha and his party who were getting closer and closer, with their fingers on the triggers.

"Abu!"

Wu Zhihui looked at Xian Weizha who appeared in his sight, looked at the muzzle of the AK he raised, and shouted into the headset: "Sweep them!"

(End of this chapter)