Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

Car repair shop————

In a small, damp, dark room——

There was an unpleasant sound.

An unsightly picture was playing on the television.

There is a mottled jujube wood table, and there is an old photo on the table. The photo shows a woman hugging two children, a boy and a girl. The girl is slightly older, like a sister.

The photo should have been taken when the sun was shining, but for some reason there was a gloomy atmosphere. The reason was the white boy in the photo. There was nothing innocent about a child in his eyes. On the contrary, there was an inexplicable weirdness in his eyes.

Beside the table——

A tall white man was carefully arranging his "souvenirs", which were pairs of stockings.

Those stockings are of different varieties, some are long and some are short, some are black and some are white.

The tall white man held those stockings and sniffed them comfortably in front of his nose, as if he was intoxicated by the smell of the stockings.

Then he folded the stockings neatly and rolled them into a bow with his fingers. Then he opened a cardboard box, sorted the stockings into categories, and pinned them to the box with a weird look on his face. laugh.

Look at the cardboard box again, there are already two pairs of beautiful "butterfly" stockings inside...

Then there was a knock on the door.

A rude man shouted outside: "Clark, you bastard, has the car outside been repaired? The guests are waiting to pick up the car tomorrow! Yes, damn, are you being lazy again!"

While talking, the rude man outside took a big gulp of wine, burped, and said drunkenly: "Damn it, open the door! What are you doing hiding in there?"

Boom, boom, boom!

The rude man knocked on the door with his fists frantically.

Crook, a white man, hurriedly turned down the sound of the TV and held his breath so as not to make any sound.

"I know you bastard is in there! Get out of here! Or I'll open the door and go in -" The roar outside was even louder.

Croaker knew that he was a boss with a bad temper, especially when he was drunk. He kept his word, so he had no choice but to open the door.

Outside was a sturdy man with curly brown hair, a sinewy face, and a fierce look.

"Damn it, you finally opened the door!"

The rude man knocked Crocker away, carrying whiskey, and burst into the house. He looked around, and suddenly stared at the TV and said: "Damn it, you are watching this kind of TV again! As a man, I really feel for you. Shame on you!"

"No, there is no way... You also know, I, I can't find a woman, so I have to... I have to look at this kind of thing!" Crocker stammered.

The rude man looked contemptuous, raised his head, took another sip of whiskey into his mouth, and then said: "A wimp like you really doesn't know how to survive! By the way, this month's accommodation fee, water and electricity bills are due. !”

"No, you said you could wait for a month or two!" Croak looked puzzled. For him, this was his safe haven, his home.

"Yes, I said it! Damn it, but that was then, and now is now!" The rude man looked impatient. "Especially this month, the repair shop has basically no business. I haven't made a penny! You can't live and eat for free - it's three hundred US dollars in total!"

"I don't have much money, so I'll give you a hundred yuan first!" Croaker didn't even dare to look at the sketchy man, he took out a handful of change from his pocket and handed it over.

The rude man grabbed the money, counted it and stuffed it into his pocket. He breathed alcohol and said, "I'll give you three more days. If you still can't pay it, get out!" After that, he cursed: "Don't look at this all day. Plant a dirty movie and fix the guest’s as soon as possible, or I’ll skin you!”

A trace of blood flashed in Croaker's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, "Give me three days and I will hand it in."

The rude man snorted coldly, kicked over the chair at his feet, took a swig of whiskey, and left in a show of glory.

Looking at his back, Croaker breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and wondered where to find money. Should he continue killing people and rob their wallets?

At this time, his ears suddenly shrugged.

There was a faint sound of cars outside.

It's so late and someone else comes to repair the car?

wrong!

has a problem!

Croaker felt acutely that something was wrong.

Their repair shop has not received new work for a long time because the rude boss always instructs him to scatter nails on the road. Those cars that have punctures have to come here to repair their tires.

However, some bad-tempered people will choose to call the police, and eventually the reputation of the car repair shop will be tarnished. Many people know that the boss here is not honest, so they will not come here for repairs even if they are nearby.

Thinking of this, Croaker hurriedly moved to the window, opened a gap and looked outside.

That's a taxi.

This is even more impossible!

Anyone who drives a taxi knows that this repair shop is a rip-off and you will never come here, especially at this late hour.

Then there is only one possibility -——

Crook narrowed his eyes warily.

He remembered the case he had just committed. It was a fashionable girl. What was her name? Penny! Oh my God, what a nice name.

When Croaker first saw her in the supermarket, he had an impulsive desire to possess her.

Then after Penny finished her shopping, he followed her to the parking lot.

Crocker likes parking lots.

Dark, damp, and secluded!

Just like his introverted personality.

So in this kind of place, Croaker can burst out his deepest hidden desires.

Compared with the previous two crimes, Croaker seemed more impulsive and unscrupulous this time. Not only did he comfortably violate Penny's body after killing her, but he also plundered her money.

But Croaker also knew that the crime was not perfect because he left too much evidence.

Croaker stared outside.

The taxi stopped and the door opened.

A Chinese man got out of the car.

"Is it him?" Croaker narrowed his eyes. When the police were handling the case today, Croaker also went to the scene.

Not only did he meet the old police chief Rusco, but he also met the "King of Murderers" Quinn and others.

I remember well, there seems to be this Chinese man under Quinn.

This Chinese guy is too young and handsome.

It would be difficult for Crocker not to remember him.

Outside, Du Yongxiao got out of the car, and the rude boss came up to him drunkenly and asked what he was doing.

Du Yongxiao took out his ID and started talking to the other party.

The rude boss looked disdainful and gesticulated at Du Yongxiao with a loud voice: "Impossible! That bastard is as timid as a mouse, how could he commit a crime?"

"God, you must be mistaken! Yes, I'm calling that bastard out now!"

"That bastard is watching a very dirty movie! Just wait! Ugh!" The rude boss burped, then turned around and walked towards Crocker's room with the bottle in his hand.

"The FBI agent is actually looking for me? Damn it, is something really wrong?!" Crocker thought of this, quickly closed the window, walked to the tool box, opened the tool box, and took out a sharp spring knife from inside.

at this time--

Boom, boom, boom!

"What the hell? Crocker, you bastard, open the door quickly! There are police outside looking for you! Haha, have you done something bad? Uh, the FBI people are here so late--"

Croaker held his breath, holding the switchblade, staring at the door, silent.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Hey, bastard! Did you hear that?"

The rude boss seemed angry and banged on the door with his fist.

"If you don't open the door again, I will tear this door down! Damn it, I will do it!"

Croaker twisted his neck, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.

Boom!

The door opened.

The rude man who knocked hard on the door staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Cloak, you bastard, do you want to kill me?!" The man cursed and raised his head, and then saw Crook tilting his head, with a weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and holding a switchblade in his hand. , the blade emitted a cold light.

"what you up to?"

Phew!

Croaker held his head and the blade swiped across his throat!

Blood spurts!

The rude man writhed his hands and feet, but was speechless.

A moment——

"You know, you look like a pig, you bleed so much!" Croaker let go of the man, and the man fell to the ground.

Croaker picked up the switchblade, rubbed it on the man's body.

"You're like a pig, I'm too lazy to kill you!" Croaker spat in the man's face in disgust, then looked around, thinking that he couldn't stay in this place any longer.

He took out some money and a bunch of car keys from the man's possession, packed his belongings, especially the precious cardboard box, and then slipped out of the back door of the room.

…

Du Yongxiao waited outside for the owner of the garage to call out the employee Crocker so that he could identify whether he was the "parking lot killer".

He took out a cigarette and handed it to the driver who stopped beside him.

The driver, Jack the Owl, took the cigarette unceremoniously and said with a smile: "If it were me, I would go straight there! These murderers are very cautious. If he discovers that something is wrong, he will definitely find a way to escape."

Du Yongxiao smiled, took out his lighter and lit a cigarette: "It's a pity that your American law stipulates that you cannot break into private homes, and the same goes for factories like this!"

The owl nodded: "So the laws in the United States are bullshit! They only protect and condone those criminals!"

Du Yongxiao stopped talking, narrowed his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and looked towards the room where the garage owner went.

One minute!

Two minutes!

three minutes!

Du Yongxiao threw away the cigarette, crushed it out, looked up at the house, and felt something was wrong.

The driver owled, opened the door and said, "Something seems wrong, why don't we go over and take a look?"

Owl is very excited about this rare opportunity to be a hero.

Du Yongxiao nodded.

The two of them hurriedly sneaked towards the hut.

When he came outside the hut, Du Yongxiao took out his gun and gestured to the owl to guard the door.

Owl nodded, took a wrench from the side, weighed it a few times, held it in his hand, and stood ready.

Du Yongxiao stepped forward and knocked on the door tentatively.

no response.

Du Yongxiao did not hesitate anymore, holding the gun with both hands——

boom!

Kick the door open.