Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 283: Tony, I’m coming out. Don’t shoot me.

"Ho ho."

Ahu made a hoarse sound in his throat. Feeling the rapid passage of body functions, he opened his mouth and spit out blood. His body lost strength and fell to his knees with a "thud" sound.

Luo Tianhong walked up, looked at him expressionlessly, pulled out the Eight-faced Han Sword, kicked him to the ground with his feet.

A'hu, who fell to the ground, twitched a few times and threw himself onto the street. He was soon soaked in the blood flowing out from underneath him.

in the car.

"Ah Hu!"

Tony looked at Ahu who had fallen to the ground in the rearview mirror, and was so angry that he slapped the front gear and yelled: "Ahu, Ahu, I'm such a stupid brother, why don't I take him with me!"

"Tony, Tony!"

Xian Weizha looked at the angry Tony and roared: "Don't worry, Ahu's death will not be in vain. As big brother is here, he will definitely help him get revenge!"

He pressed the accelerator with his foot almost into the fuel tank. He controlled the steering wheel and looked ahead. "Go back to Yuenan and hide first. Get money from Zeng Jiale, buy guns and people, and bring the people back to kill Wu Zhihui and him." Everyone around you counts, no one can escape, I’m telling you this!”

rear.

Wu Zhihui walked out from behind the car. Big D shook his head to shake off the broken glass from his hair, and then came to Wu Zhihui's side: "Boss, there are two more people running away."

"Don't worry, everyone is the protagonist tonight. There are good characters waiting for them outside. They can't escape."

Wu Zhihui stood straight on the spot, took out a cigarette, lit it, and glanced around: "Let's call Bai Che first. Bai Che will come and take everyone away. All the injured brothers must be treated."

"We don't need to worry about the rest."

He looked up at where Abu and the others were, and waved his hands. Abu and the others nodded to Wu Zhihui and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

"it is good."

Big D nodded and called the remaining guys to gather around the scene.

Xinjing Road is nearly two kilometers long. There are all kinds of businesses in this street market, and there is a mixture of good and bad.

The street, which is less than two kilometers long, is neither long nor short, and it takes some time to drive.

End of downtown.

The road had already been blocked by Song Zijie and his crew, and the cars standing in the middle of the road were natural roadblocks.

Song Zijie stood behind the car, holding a point-[-] in front of him, ready for action.

Two guys next to him grabbed the handcuffed Watson and pushed him directly against the guardrail on the side of the road.

In front of.

Xian Weizha drove the car over quickly. Looking at the blocked road ahead, he continued to drive wildly without reducing the accelerator.

co-pilot.

Tony gritted his teeth, pulled out the AK from the floor of the seat, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, took the muzzle out of the window, and fired directly.

behind the car.

Song Zijie and a group of guys took the .[-] and opened fire directly in front of them. There was no classic dialogue between police and criminals. The two sides directly fired at each other.

"Da da da!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The AK and the .[-] are each spitting firepower, but they are both high and low. The .[-] is not enough to suppress the firepower as powerful as the AK.

"spread!"

Song Zijie looked at the car that was almost rushing in front of him and waved the waiters to spread out to both sides.

"Tony!"

Xian Weizha yelled, and Tony put away his gun and sat back in his seat, tightening his seat belt and grabbing the armrest.

"Oh!"

The car directly hit the car blocking the road in front.

Under the huge impact, the car body shook violently. Tony stabilized his body, set up the AK and started shooting around.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Xian Weizha controlled the car. After several consecutive hits, the car body shifted and squeezed a path. The car's engine roared and he passed through.

All around, a group of guys were hiding behind bunkers and shooting hurriedly, but no one noticed Song Zijie.

That is at this time.

Song Zijie, who was hiding behind the tree, suddenly stepped out and made a low throw with his right hand. A round object came out of his hand and rolled over.

Wu Zhihui had a deep memory of Uncle Jian's grenades. He had already greeted Song Zijie in advance and asked Song Zijie to find Uncle Jian in private. After hard work, he got a grenade from Uncle Jian.

The grenade quickly rolled across the ground and entered under the car.

"boom!"

A huge flame rose into the sky, and the flames instantly ignited the gasoline spilled on the ground, causing a secondary explosion.

"boom!"

"boom."

Several successive explosions caused huge destructive power, and the scorching air waves spread rapidly around.

Even though Song Zijie deliberately distanced himself, he was still knocked back several steps by the huge impact.

In the fireball.

As soon as the car of Xian Weizha and the others passed the car barrier, the grenade rolled over and exploded. The huge impact directly lifted the rear of the car.

"bang"

The car lost control and hit a guardrail.

a while.

"cough cough"

Xian Weizha coughed violently, spitting blood from his mouth and nose, and his face had already been cut several times by the broken car glass.

He shook his buzzing head and stretched out his hand to tug Tony, who was in the passenger seat. Tony was in a similar situation to him, with a dent in his chest and the vomit staining his entire chest red.

"*...%!"

Xian Weizha opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. He looked back at the police officers coming towards him and started the car with trembling hands.

The car body twitched, swayed a few times and the ignition did not start.

"Light it up, light it up!"

Xian Weizha blinked hard, looked at the double-image line in front of him, and yelled hysterically: "Light the fire, I told you to light the fire!"

I don't know if his roar had an effect or if he was really lucky.

"Buzz."

After a brief roar, the car actually started up again and did not completely stall in the explosion just now.

"Ha ha ha cough cough cough."

Xian Weizha laughed, coughing up blood while laughing. Even vomiting blood could not hide Xian Weizha's joy: "Hahaha Tony, we are out!" Xian Weizha held the steering wheel with both hands and stepped on the accelerator. Death rushed forward quickly.

He only has one thought now, and that is to escape from here as quickly as possible. As long as he doesn't die, Wu Zhihui's end will follow!
The car drove away quickly and was about to escape. However, Xian Weizha, who was immersed in joy after the disaster, did not notice that at the fork in the road ahead, a dump truck had been waiting here for a long time. .

The dump truck driver looked at the car that was driving out. The dump truck, which had not been turned off, rushed out after he stepped on the accelerator and hit the car driven by Xian Weizha.

"Oh!"

Amidst the violent impact, Xian Weizha didn't have time to react at all. In the violent bumps, he saw the passenger seat denting rapidly, and then it spread to the driver's seat.

"Oh!"

After the second impact, the dump truck hit the car against the guardrail on the roadside and then stopped. The car sandwiched between the dump truck and the guardrail was dented in the middle, and the frame had already been damaged.

The turbid blood flowed down from the cracks in the car, quickly gathered along the concrete floor and flowed into the sewer.

The driver of the dump truck jumped out of the car, looked around and then quickly disappeared on the road, leaving only a dilapidated dump truck and the two brothers Xian Weizha and Tony who were rushing to the street.

Eyes raised.

The bright white moonlight shines on the earth.

Under the moonlight, the driver of the dump truck was running quickly.

Looking straight ahead, on this road, at five consecutive forks, there is a fully loaded dump truck parked on the side of the road.

If the first dump truck does not hit the target, the second and third trucks will continue to perform the task until the crossing is completed.

This exclusive time-travel gift package was carefully customized by Wu Zhihui for Xian Weizha and the others. He had considered every possible outcome of every aspect of the plan.

Just to provide Yue Nanzai with the best time travel service.

This is Wu Zhihui.

One word.

profession.

Behind.

Song Zijie crawled out of the green flower bed with a disgraceful face, and looked at Xian Weizha, who was beaten to death over there: "Push to the street, I gave you a way to live, but you don't want it, you will be hit to death now."

"Sir Song."

Song Zijie's guys came up from all around: "They ran away, but not completely. Although we didn't catch them with our own hands, it can be considered that we have completed the mission, right?"

"These two should be damned if they rush into the street and shoot indiscriminately with guns. Damn it!"

"Come to think of it, why did it suddenly explode all of a sudden? Who shot at the fuel tank? Their marksmanship is so good."

Everyone chatted and discussed.

Ma Jun got out of the car, looked at Xian Weizha who was rushing to the street over there, and walked towards Song Zijie: "Senior Inspector Ma Jun of the North District Police Station, you guys detained him."

"Notify support."

Song Zijie waved his hand to the waiter to take over the scene. He glanced at Ma Jun who came up and ignored him.

not far away.

The sharp siren sounded, and the support and white cars drove quickly towards this side, and the flashing lights dyed the sky red and blue.

Reporters who didn't know where they came from gathered around, their cameras focused on Song Zijie and the others, or on the market inside.

In the market, Wu Zhihui walked out with Big D.

Seeing Wu Zhihui coming, Song Zijie immediately smiled and walked up to say hello to Wu Zhihui: "Wu Sheng, thanks to the assistance of your Huiyao Security Company tonight, all these gangsters were brought to justice."

"You're welcome."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand reservedly: "We also obtained information through the security business of our subordinates. We learned that the white powder hidden in the cold storage at night was related to this group of Yue Nang people, so we immediately provided the information."

The two of them had written the script in advance and figured out that Superintendent Zeng would definitely be involved, so when Wu Zhihui used Song Zijie, he had already told Superintendent Xu.

What happened this time was a joint operation between the police and Huiyao Security Company to crack down on drug dealers.

Wu Zhihui glanced at the camera filming next to him, then turned his eyes to Watson who was still handcuffed to the railing. He walked up and said, "Sir Song, please ask someone to open the handcuffs."

"Wu Sheng."

Song Zijie followed up: "Do you know him?" He kept talking: "This person has problems at night."

Watson looked at Wu Zhihui who was walking up and looked at him warily.

"Misunderstood, misunderstood."

Wu Zhihui quickly explained: "This is Watson, one of my own and a policeman from the North District Police Station. He also provided me with clues tonight. There may be a misunderstanding between you."

"Fall on the street!"

Watson listened to Wu Zhihui's words, then looked at the reporter's camera nearby, and quickly stopped him: "You, you, you, don't talk nonsense, I don't know you at all, who are you?"

only.

No matter how much he denied it, Wu Zhihui ignored him at all. The clerk also came up and opened Watson's handcuffs, indicating that he could leave.

tonight.

This incident is destined to cause a sensation. It has been a long time since something like this happened. The drug dealers who smuggled white powder and the drug dealers fought fiercely with the police. Many members of the association were also arrested at the scene.

The Saigon Police Department also started a strict investigation of the entire jurisdiction overnight, and it is bound to uproot this long-hidden drug trafficking group.

on the road.

Ma Jun and Watson, who were responsible for the rescue, returned with no success. The car was driving on the road, and the atmosphere inside the car was a bit depressing.

"The Yan family shovel! The Yan family shovel!"

Watson half lowered his head, puffed on his cigarette, and cursed loudly: "This Wu Zhihui really deserves to die for saying that we have something to do with him in front of reporters."

Originally, Watson had made a good calculation and let them go when the matter was so big. He would go through the process by himself, conflict with Song Zijie and then be arrested by them and taken back to the Saigon Police Station.

In this way, it makes sense that they did not do well tonight. When the time comes, they can put the blame on Song Zijie in front of Superintendent Zeng and let Superintendent Zeng fight with Song Zijie's boss, Superintendent Xu.

However, Wu Zhihui's few words put him and Ma Jun in trouble. Even if Superintendent Zeng would not believe Wu Zhihui's words, he would have different views on the attitudes of Watson and Ma Jun.

"Oh shit."

Ma Jun also gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. He looked out the window angrily and said nothing more.

"never mind."

Watson raised his head and looked at Ma Jun: "The outcome of this incident is not too bad. The three Yue Nan brothers are dead, and the Yue Nan Gang has been wiped out by Wu Zhihui. No matter how dissatisfied the person named Zeng is with us, You can’t do anything to us.”

"He doesn't have many people under his command anymore. If he needs to do something in the future, we will still need to do it. Let's deal with it as we see it."

"I hope so."

Ma Jun replied in a nonchalant tone, pinching his brows with a headache: "We still underestimate Wu Zhihui's ability. He has completed all the tasks without any mistakes."

Watson said nothing.

The car suddenly fell into silence again.

Half an hour later.

Ma Jun and Watson returned to the North District Police Station. After getting off the car, they looked up at the bright lights of the superintendent's office. They looked at each other and walked in one after the other.

(End of this chapter)