Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

downstairs.

Ma Zai stood at the door with a cigarette in his mouth, listening to the subtle gunshots coming from upstairs, and thinking about how much money he would earn by the time the order was completed and the person he was responsible for following the information he provided.

I have provided so much key information, so I have to give more.

Suddenly he saw Wu Zhihui walking down the stairs intact. As if he had seen a ghost, he threw away the cigarette in a hurry and reached for the big black star in his waist.

Behind.

Someone fell from the sky from the window on the second floor, and a big black star hit his head, making Ma Zai freeze in place.

It only took a few minutes for the four people to go up, and they were all eliminated in less than a minute?

"Silly boy!"

Wu Zhihui walked up to him and glanced at him disdainfully: "With your tracking skills, who the hell doesn't know you are following? You don't even know someone has changed rooms, and you still follow people?"

Ma Zai hesitated and looked at Aji who was pointing the gun at his head. His knees softened and he knelt down: "Give me one more chance, boss. I am also forced to do nothing."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wu Zhihui didn't bother to listen to him, so he took out a mobile phone and threw it to him: "Call, call someone, I'll wait for him here."

"what?"

Ma Zai was stunned when he heard this.

"Call!"

Aji raised his foot and kicked him to the ground: "You don't understand what my boss said."

Ma Zai tremblingly took the phone and started pressing the buttons. Not long after the call was connected, he stammered: "Brother, Brother Wu Hui has done...killed all our people."

"He said he was waiting here and asked you to call more people."

Not sure what was said over there, Ma Zai took the hung up phone and said, "The call is over."

"understood."

Wu Zhihui nodded and gave Ah Ji a look. Ah Ji knocked Ma Zai unconscious with one punch. When he woke up again, he found himself tied with ropes and hanging from the door beam, and Wu Zhihui was sitting next to him smoking.

far away.

The dazzling high-beam headlights were so dazzling that Ma Zai couldn't even open his eyes.

Here comes someone.

Two cars drove over quickly. After a sudden stop, they barely came to a stop. The tires were deeply dented under the weight. The cars were full of people, including five people.

This group of gunmen in black clutched the big black star in their hands, pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

It was at this time.

Four figures suddenly appeared on both sides of the alley. Ye Jihuan and Chen Zhihao each took one person with them. They were in a group, and they appeared on the left and right at the same time.

The AK rifle held in his hand reflected a unique metallic luster under the light of the street lamp.

The left and right sides opened fire at the same time, shooting directly at the car that had just stopped. AK bullets spitting flames were fired, and the bullets poured out.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

Bullets came from both sides and directly covered the two cars in the middle. Under the heavy firepower, the cars were like paper. The glass exploded in all directions, leaving holes in the body.

"Stirrup, Stirrup, Stirrup"

The yellow bullet shell fell out, bouncing on the ground and making a hollow reverberating sound unique to brass.

After a brief sweep.

The scene suddenly became quiet again.

The two cars were already devastated, and painful groans echoed over the alley. The ten gunmen in the two cars were all killed in the car without even getting out of the car door.

Ye Jihuan and his group put away their guns and left. They drove over to the car parked nearby, got in the car and waved to Wu Zhihui. They stepped on the accelerator and the car roared and jumped out.

"me."

Ma Zai hesitated and looked at the smoking car in front of him with a horrified expression. Then he looked at Wu Zhihui and was completely panicked.

"Call up!"

Wu Zhihui picked up the mobile phone again and hit him on the chest: "There are just these people, they are not enough. Who did you call? They are not qualified."

"Big brother, what do you want?!"

Ma Zai's mentality exploded, and he said in a trembling tone: "Please let me go, if I keep playing like this, they will kill me."

"Then call!"

Wu Zhihui's eyes widened: "Hit me again!"

Ma Zai was put down and sat on the ground panting. After thinking for a while, he tremblingly took the phone and called again.

This time.

After many twists and turns, the call finally reached Nie Sheng, who handed the phone to Wu Zhihui.

"Hey."

Nie Sheng's voice came from the phone. He had just returned home and was about to wash up and rest.

"It's me."

Wu Zhihui held the phone and said with a half-smile, "Nie Sheng, you just arranged a few people like this to have sex with me? That's almost ridiculous."

"Ok?"

When Nie Sheng heard Wu Zhihui's voice, his brows suddenly knitted together.

His subordinate Ma Zai did not report this matter to him, and he still doesn't know what happened.

"It seems you still don't know clearly?"

Wu Zhihui held the phone: "With so many of your men dead, things will probably get serious. You'd better contact the police officer quickly so that you won't be implicated later."

"Boom."

Nie Sheng slapped his hand on the table: "Wu Zhihui, you will definitely die!!"

"Ok."

Wu Zhihui nodded happily: "Then thank you Mr. Nie for giving me a ride. As a courtesy, I have specially prepared a surprise for you, a big surprise, Very!"

"you put.."

What else did Nie Sheng want to say, but the call was immediately hung up. He was so angry that he threw the phone out and asked someone to find Ma Zai, who was in charge of the matter.

Not only did Wu Zhihui fail to kill him, but he even called him to provoke him. He was lawless!

"Wu Wu Zhihui should have been prepared. We fell into his trap."

When Ma Zai saw that he couldn't handle it anymore, he hesitantly recounted what happened that night: "We lost fourteen gunmen, and this mad dog Wu Zhihui has been waiting for an ambush."

"waste!"

Nie Sheng roared and cursed at Ma Zai, his wrinkled old face turned red to the color of pig liver.

Fourteen gunmen failed to kill Wu Zhihui?

Although I have many people in my hands, how many gunmen are there? ! Let Wu Zhihui kill so many?

"one way or another!"

Nie Sheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, hysterically: "I want him to die!"

Seeing Ma Zai running out in a hurry, Nie Sheng reached out and patted his chest. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He gritted his teeth and arranged for someone to finish the work.

I became more and more determined to kill Wu Zhihui, this street fighter.

One o'clock.

Nie Sheng's latest renovation of a gambling stall has finally come to an end. Everything has been taken care of. All he needs to do is pick a good day to open the business.

The lighting in the gambling stall is bright, and the brilliant and high-end decoration inside can be seen through the glass.

"hurry up."

The spectators were smoking cigarettes outside the gambling stall: "If we have a few more days of leisure, we will be busy."

"I have a hunch that with the blessing of Nie Sheng's name, the gambling business will be very good. This time we will definitely soar into the sky and become extremely rich."

"Hahaha"

Several people burst into laughter.

At this time, the car engine roared on the street, and a car quickly jumped over and stopped at the door of the gambling stall.

Everyone looked around.

Two people leaned out their upper bodies from the open front and rear windows of the car at the same time, holding water-filled AKs in their hands and pointing the guns directly at the door of the gambling stall.

"Sweep his mother!"

As Ye Jihuan fell down, the AK rifle fired directly into the gambling stalls. The spectators outside were unable to react in time, and there were many casualties.

The large glass of the gambling stall exploded under the rifle fire, leaving glass shards all over the floor. The bullets that penetrated the glass hit the inside of the gambling stall, leaving deep bullet holes, as if they had been gnawed by dogs.

Ye Jihuan was sitting in the car, looking at the destroyed gambling stall. He took the AK and fired it directly at the sign covered with red cloth at the gate of the gambling stall.

Bullet holes were left on the red cloth. Among the splintered wood chips, the wooden plaque was shattered and fell precariously.

"Unveiling!"

"knock off!"

The accelerator roared, and the car sped away, leaving a trail of exhaust gas behind.

tonight.

Nie Sheng was destined to have a sleepless night. He worked hard until after one o'clock in the evening, and his old bones couldn't stand it anymore, so he fell asleep. He didn't sleep for long, and he suddenly sat up from the bed. "Hem home shovel!"

He stared at Ma Zai standing at the door with red eyes: "Don't tell me, you messed up your affairs again?"

"I didn't find Wu Zhihui."

Ma Zai explained hesitantly: "When we took people there, Wu Zhihui had already disappeared. I don't know where he went."

"Then keep looking!"

Nie Sheng yelled angrily and looked at Ma Zai who was standing at the door and refused to leave: "What? You want me to go out and find him in person?"

"Something happened at the gambling stall."

Ma Zai hesitated for a moment, and could only bite the bullet and said: "The gambling stall we are going to open soon was raided, and all the machines were shot to pieces."

"what?!"

Nie Sheng's voice rose, and his body straightened several times while sitting on the bed: "What did you say? The gambling stall was swept away?"

"They are the two people with Wu Zhihui."

Ma Zai lowered his head and did not dare to look at Nie Sheng.

"what"

Nie Sheng raised his head and roared, his eyes about to split.

Fifteen minutes later.

Nie Sheng stood at the door of the gambling stall that was in a mess. He looked at the smashed gambling stall sign and frantically stepped on the sign to vent his anger.

He grabbed Ma Zai's collar with his backhand and roared and asked: "How do you do intelligence work? If they are not hiding in Moon Bay, where do you come from to do it?!"

The news said that Wu Zhihui took Ah Ji out, and everyone else was at Moon Bay Entertainment City. But how did they know that when Ye Jihuan and Chen Zhihao entered Moon Bay Entertainment City, they were shouted at to take them out through the back door.

The remaining gamblers and fishheads were scattered in various corners of the gambling stalls. They were so scattered that the people who arranged to enter couldn't stand the sight of so many people scattered.

To be on the safe side, Shouting Ten also secretly handed the gun to them to ensure nothing went wrong.

"."

Ma Zai hesitated and couldn't explain why. The rifle team had already gone out to do something. How could he explain it?

He tried to change the subject: "I don't think it's better than this. Let's just arrange for people to enter the entertainment city and secretly kill the people inside."

"Are you crazy?!"

Nie Sheng yelled: "Do you think He Sheng would let me do this? Wu Zhihui and these gangsters don't know anything about Haojiang. Why do they know about my situation?"

"Perhaps He Sheng secretly acquiesced and even sent him the message. He just wanted to see me crippled. Are you going to work in his place? Are you waiting for Beng Yaju to rush to the street and kill you?!"

"."

Ma Zai opened his mouth, stopped talking, and shut up wisely.

"Fuck, arrange for someone to get rid of the police constable."

Nie Sheng listened to the sound of police cars roaring in the distance and walked away. No matter what, he would not let the police officer intervene.

Half an hour later.

He returned to his home, sat on the sofa and frowned, smoking a cigarette. He thought for a long time and then said: "Arrange people to continue to find this group of thugs for me. The police officer also said hello and asked them to help me." .”

After sending the person away, he took out his phone and called Superintendent Zeng directly. No one answered the call. After four or five calls in a row, Superintendent Zeng finally answered: "What's wrong, Nie Sheng?"

"What's the situation now in Xiangjiang?"

Nie Sheng went straight to the point: "Didn't you say you wanted to deal with Wu Zhihui? Why is Xiangjiang still so quiet and no one is attacking his territory?"

Superintendent Zeng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, took out a cigarette and lit it: "It's a bit difficult."

What kind of role is Superintendent Zeng? It was already three o'clock in the evening. The man named Nie called him. With this tone, he knew that he had a direct conflict with Wu Zhihui.

and so.

He pretended to be difficult: "As you know, there are many societies here in Xiangjiang. When it comes to beating Wu Zhihui, those societies hesitate, and I am not good either."

Ma Jun and Watson on Hongxing's side have already been in contact, but Liangkun has been slow to do anything. He has no choice but to keep his eyes on Haojiang in the past two days.

"Two million."

Nie Sheng interrupted him directly: "I will provide a sponsorship of two million, and whoever beats Wu Zhihui will get it. It can be transferred from the bank at dawn and the account will be credited immediately!"

"Oh Nie Sheng, is this Wu Zhihui He Liansheng?"

Superintendent Zeng pondered again.

"three million!"

"It's not about money, these societies"

"Six million!"

Nie Sheng doubled the money directly: "I, Nie Fugui, have nothing but a lot of money, just six million. If no one can do it, then don't do it. Then I will find something that can."

"If you don't have the guts to touch Wu Zhihui, then I'll use silver paper to give him more courage. I don't believe no one will do it!"

At first, Nie Sheng only offered him a favor from Superintendent Zeng to help him lure Wu Zhihui over, so that he could help manage some gambling stalls that were seized in Xiangjiang.

So he didn't care at all. It didn't matter to him whether Superintendent Zeng did something or not, but it was different now.

Who would have thought that he would hook such a crazy guy with a gun in his hand and be so crazy?

He must except Wu Zhihui.

Throw money, throw money, throw money until someone comes out to do something.

If Wu Zhihui continues to act like this, he will suffer a lot, and He Sheng will overwhelm him.

"Nie Sheng, don't be so angry."

Listening to his tone, Superintendent Zeng knew that it was almost done: "That's okay. Since Nie Sheng has chosen to pay, many problems will be solved. A brave man will be rewarded generously."

He raised the hand holding the cigarette, scratched his temples with his thumb and began to think quickly: "Give me some time, as soon as the money comes, at the earliest tonight, later tomorrow night, Wu Zhihui's territory will definitely bloom."

"Okay! I'll arrange the financial transfer and I'll be there as soon as the bank opens."

Nie Sheng immediately cut off the phone and sat on the sofa, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth.

His idea was also very simple and crude. Let Zeng arrange for people to deal with Wu Zhihui's lair in Xiangjiang. Wu Zhihui would definitely not be able to sit still and would definitely want to leave Haojiang.

This way you have a chance to get rid of him.

in fact.

Nie Sheng himself didn't realize that there was another very important reason why he was willing to spend so much money to have Superintendent Zeng arrange people to work in Xiangjiang. He was a little panicked.

This was something he didn't want to admit.

If Wu Zhihui stays here, he will ruin many things for himself. If his gambling stalls are swept away like this and he acts so wildly, He Sheng will definitely take care of him.

This is why, although Wu Zhihui swept away his Nie Sheng's gambling stall, he did not dare to arrange for people to go to the entertainment city to kill the few people hiding inside.

If you do this, then you really don't take He Sheng seriously, and many things will become uncontrollable.

Now Nie Sheng is not qualified to fight directly with He Sheng face to face.

This side of Xiangjiang.

Originally, the superintendent was unhappy when he was woken up by the phone and needed to smoke to refresh himself, but now it is different and he has come to live.

Six million.

Gee, that's a lot of money. It seems that Haojiang Wu Zhihui is as crazy as a street kid.

He immediately took out his phone and made a call, arranging for someone to find out what happened in Haojiang. If he knew everything, he would be able to make the next deployment.

seven in the morning.

The assistant was already waiting for him at the door of his house, with a respectful tone: "Sir Zeng, the things you arranged have been completed. The news came back that Wu Zhihui is at Nie Sheng's gambling stall."

He repeated the information he had learned.

"Put a gun to Nie Sheng's head? Ask him for millions?"

Superintendent Zeng gnawed on the pineapple oil again and again, muttering to himself vaguely: "Damn, the money is going to be short. If I had known this situation, I would have paid him an extra million. "

After getting all the information, Superintendent Zeng's mind was very active and he ate the pineapple buns leisurely. The butter sandwiched in the buns mixed with the crispy skin of the pineapple buns, which was a unique taste.

Eight in the morning.

Information sent back: Money has arrived.

"Let the finance department withdraw one million."

Superintendent Zeng gave the order. They must have no money themselves, and all the funds are managed by professional companies.

This million was offered to Liangkun, and Nie Sheng gave six million, and he deducted five million from the middle, and the backhand was pure profit.

Guaranteed profit without loss.

The big water pipes in Haojiang are really full of people and money.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

In a tea restaurant in Causeway Bay, Ma Jun and Watson found Liangkun with bags.

"what"

Liangkun yawned and looked like he hadn't woken up. He rubbed his face with his hands and said, "Two officers, here we go again."

"If you don't do anything, we will have to come to you."

Watson held a cigarette in his mouth: "I asked you to hit Aberdeen. Two or three days have passed and there has been no movement at all. It starts to rain when it is windy. Do you think you have to choose the day to sell fans?" (End of Chapter)