Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 127 Mutation
Saturday.

seven in the morning.

The weather is fine today, the sun is rising, the red-gold sunlight is blowing across the earth from the horizon, and the sky is full of morning glow.

Zhong Wenze was neatly dressed, standing in front of the window adjusting the collar of his white Oxford shirt, and the red-gold sunlight shone on his body like a golden battle armor.

In the small living room.

A beam of light pierced through, and tiny particles danced in the sunlight.

"Brother Ze!"

Zhou Kehua knocked on the door and pushed it in. Looking at Zhong Wenze, who was surrounded by the beam of light and covered with the golden glow of the morning glow, his eyes froze for a moment, and he subconsciously swears:
"Fuck..."

"Hehe, here we come."

Zhong Wenze smiled, took out the pistol from the drawer and sat on the sofa, skillfully dismantled the gun into parts, dipped it in gun oil with a small brush, and wiped each part carefully.

This is a superbly crafted Italian Beretta 92F pistol.

The dark-colored blue gun body is black at first glance, and it transmits metallic luster in the sun. The texture of the aluminum alloy grip is very good to the touch. Greatly improved battery life.

soon.

Zhong Wenze reassembled the parts, and the gun action was extremely smooth after being greased. He grabbed the yellow bullets in the sun, pressed them into the magazine one by one, and snapped them into place.

"Brother Ze, I often watch you maintain this gun."

Zhou Kehua stood aside and watched the Beretta reassembled by Zhong Wenze: "It seems that there should be some story."

"Well, Beretta is brother Ma's favorite."

Zhong Wenze nodded in response, and stuffed Beretta into the inner pocket of his jacket: "This gun was also given to me by him."

"No wonder!"

Zhou Kehua nodded approvingly: "He even gave you his most beloved gun, which is very good for you, but you really deserve this gun."

"It's just a pity. In the battle of Xisha Bay, others don't know where they went."

Mark Li's name, people in their business have more or less heard of it.

The gossip back then vividly told the story of him single-handedly defeating Xiao Wang in Fenglin Pavilion.

Zhong Wenze didn't say much, put the jacket on his hands, and looked at his outfit in the mirror: "Are you all ready?"

"Everything is prepared according to your wishes."

Zhou Kehua glanced at the mirror, Zhong Wenze, who was dressed in a very gentle manner, grinned and said, "White shirt, jeans, casual jacket, and this handsome face, no matter how you look at it, you look like a white-collar worker. Who can tell?" I know that's what you do."

"Haha, Hua Tsai, when did you learn how to flatter your ass?"

Zhong Wenze picked up the car keys with a smile, and the two went downstairs talking and laughing. After a simple morning tea in the tea restaurant opposite, they drove to Wangji Tea House.

Wang Kee Tea House is located in the middle of Wannian Pedestrian Street, which belongs to the edge of a small business district, and behind it is the ancient temple of Tin Hau.

Today is Saturday.

At ten o'clock in the morning, there are many people in Wannian Pedestrian Street.

The two parked the car outside, walked in along the crowds, and entered the second floor of Wangji Tea House. They had already reserved a seat facing the street and next to the window. Sitting here, they had a good view.

The two simply ordered a pot of tea and chatted with each other while talking and laughing.

Corner location on the second floor.

A gentle man wearing glasses held a newspaper in his hand and glanced at them from time to time.

This person is the eyeliner sent by Yao Changqing and the others to supervise the entire process today.

Waited about 10 minutes or so.

Three middle-aged men stepped over.

A middle-aged man in a long gown and a short cut was sitting opposite Zhong Wenze. He was not tall and had a very bad appearance. His skin was dark and bumpy.

The other two stood behind the middle-aged man, observing the situation from left to right.

"Hahaha"

Zhong Wenze stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand enthusiastically: "Hello Lei, Selago, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Come, come, come, the tea is ready for you."

The one who met Zhong Wenze today was one of the eight members of the MD gang.

Nickname: Sierra.

"Ha ha."

Serrapi looked at Zhong Wenze, who had a height advantage, with a half-smile, and said in an unproficient Mandarin, "Zhong Wenze, right? He is also a good-looking talent."

"Thank you Celago for the compliment."

Zhong Wenze stretched out his hand to stroke the bangs drooping in front of his forehead, and sat back on his seat. Zhou Kehua, who was standing behind him, came up to help Zhong Wenze pour the tea in the cup.

immediately.

The spout of the pot was facing the cup in front of Sera, and the hot tea was tumbling in the cup.

The tea is full of eight points.

Zhou Kehua didn't show any signs of stopping.

"Da da da!"

Sera subconsciously stretched out her fingers and tapped the table.

Zhou Kehua immediately stopped pouring water.

"Shh!"

Zhong Wenze caught his action, narrowed his eyes involuntarily, stretched out his hand to wrap around Zhou Kehua's arm, tapped his fingertips lightly, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and said casually: "It seems that Selago is against Hong Kong. Are you familiar with the tea culture of the island?"

"So-so."

Sera pushed the tea in front of him forward: "A while ago, you killed Aki?"

"No no no."

Zhong Wenze picked up the teacup, took a sip, and returned with a smile: "Look at me, I am a handsome, serious gentleman, how can I get rid of Aji?"

"You are pretty good"

Sera almost blurted it out, but in the middle of speaking, she suddenly got stuck again, and quickly changed her words: "You can pretend."

"what?"

Zhong Wenze froze for a moment, then took a deep look at Sera who was opposite.

Don't know why.

Why did what he just said seem to be reciting lines?

When he asked the last question, he was already ready to say the next line. Who knew that Zhong Wenze didn't answer according to common sense, so he realized it.

for the next few minutes.

Serra didn't get into the topic, and kept talking about useless topics with Zhong Wenze.

When he was speaking, his whole body was very unnatural, and his eyes were also very erratic. He kept looking at the entrance of the stairs behind Zhong Wenze, and his right hand was always hanging below.

Zhong Wenze had a panoramic view of his various performances, and turned to look at Zhou Kehua: "It seems that a good show is about to be staged."

Hearing this, Zhou Kehua immediately leaned against Zhong Wenze's body and turned his back to him, put his hands in front of him, and quickly scanned all the tea guests sitting on the second floor.

Zhong Wenze shifted his body and directly touched Sera's right, speaking in vernacular, without any warning, he cursed:
"Hem home shovel!"

"Who the hell are you scolding!"

Sera almost blurted out, subconsciously replied.

Zhong Wenze reached out and grabbed Beretta at the back of the waist in an instant, pressed against Sera's waist in a subtle way, and said in a deep voice: "Don't move, you will die if you move, put your hands on the table!"

A MD person.

How can I understand the meaning of this sentence when the mandarin is not standard.

this person.

Not one of the eight members of the MD gang at all.

"you"

The fake Serra froze, noticing the metal tube on his waist, and immediately put his hands on the table: "Brother, I'm not Serra, I'm not Serra, don't shoot."

"Tell your men to go downstairs!"

Zhong Wenze snorted coldly, and tilted his head to look at the two boys who were about to draw their guns. Fake Serra immediately let them go down with a low growl.

The two boys hesitated for a moment, and went down obediently under Zhou Kehua's gaze.

"Tell me why they sent you."

Zhong Wenze held a gun in his left hand, clutched the collar of his back shirt with his right hand, and quickly scanned the people around him: "What is the purpose?"

"I don't know either."

False Serra's tone was trembling, and he explained quickly: "They just said that they want me to come here to find you today, and just talk to you according to the lines they gave."

Procrastination!

Divert attention!
Zhong Wenze caught the key point, the role of this person is to draw himself out.

He reached out and grabbed the person, and walked downstairs: "Hua Zai, let's go."

downstairs.

Five people walked in quickly from the teahouse, and went straight to the second floor.

"Da da da."

Rapid footsteps sounded.

Zhong Wenze, who was walking towards the stairs, saw the middle-aged man who was going upstairs, and his face looked familiar.

It was at Nathan Road that we met once.

Dadong!

In his left hand he held a long strip wrapped in newspaper.

When Zhong Wenze saw Dadong, Dadong also saw Zhong Wenze.

The eyes of the two met.

(End of this chapter)