Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 185 Golden Signboard
"knock off!"

Zhong Wenze snapped his fingers, put aside the Remington in his hand, and straightened his hairstyle facing the broken mirror on the wall: "Hua Zai, bring someone to clean up the scene."

In the shattered mirror.

With a smile, Zhong Wenze gently stroked the bangs hanging from his forehead, then tilted his head, looked to the corner, and said with a smile, "Are you still alive?"

corner.

The last person left, his abdomen was blood red, panting heavily.

He stared blankly at Sera, whose head was scattered red and white all over the ground, and his lips twitched.

Seeing Zhong Wenze looking at him, he subconsciously shrank into the corner.

"That is to say, you heard what I said just now?!"

Zhong Wenze bared his teeth and waved his hands indifferently: "However, it doesn't matter, you can live or die."

"you you."

The middle-aged man hesitated and huddled in the corner, clutching the bleeding wound on his abdomen: "You are a poor man, why did you kill him!"

"Who said that poor guys can't kill people?!"

Zhong Wenze asked a question back as a matter of course, glanced at the injuries on the middle-aged body, and frowned: "Your injuries are very serious, and you will die if you don't treat them."

"Ha ha.."

The middle-aged man sneered: "People who are bound to die, if they want to be killed or cut, please give me a good time."

"You can live."

Zhong Wenze stood in front of him, looked at him condescendingly, and casually picked his fingernails: "Where are your banknotes hidden? Hand over the money, and I can let you go and hand you over to the police. There is no death penalty on Hong Kong Island. You should know this better than me."

why.

Will Zhong Wenze be so active in the fight against the MD gang?

Put aside other factors.

There is also a very important point, the MD gang has money, if you kill them, then although the banknotes are not all his, at least he can get a lot of money.

"Ha ha.."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he sneered: "You are here for the money, right? Let me tell you where the money is, and if you get the money, you will kill me."

"Well, you can think of it that way, I won't stop you."

Zhong Wenze nodded in response: "I said, I can let you go, believe it or not, you have five seconds to think about it."

"Survive, or be like Sierra, with a brain explosion, you choose."

Done.

Zhong Wenze stopped talking and looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

The expression on the middle-aged man's face fluctuated, and his eyes were fixed on Zhong Wenze's face, trying to see something on his face.

"Okay, it's time."

Zhong Wenze took out the Beretta in the lower back, pulled the gun and loaded it, aiming at the middle-aged man, and slowly pulled the trigger with his finger: "It seems that you have made your own choice."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, just stared at him.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

Suddenly.

"I say!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "If I tell you where the money is, will you really let me go?!"

Everyone has great resistance to death.

No matter what his identity was before, and what murderous things he had done without blinking an eye, when death enveloped him, he himself must be afraid.

Between life and death, Feigu chose to betray Dadong in exchange for his own life.

And he.

The same is true.

It doesn't matter whether you are a seasoned veteran or not, as long as you have a chance to live, you don't want to die or you don't want to die.

"I, Zhong Wenze, keep my word, a gold-lettered signboard!"

Zhong Wenze patted his chest to assure that, while speaking, he had already retracted the muzzle of the gun, and started to play with it in his hand: "I think you all know me, Zhong Wenze, every time you say it, you will nail it with every mouthful."

"It's a mess, what you pay attention to is integrity."

"You can also choose not to believe me."

"I won't force you to make any choices, do you think that's the truth?"

Zhong Wenze looked at the middle-aged man sincerely, looking very calm.

"Can I trust you?!"

The middle-aged man licked his bloodless lips, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let me tell you, the money is with Artest, the star game hall Artai on Cheung Tai Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, we put all the money with him .”

"Artest?!"

Zhong Wenze squinted his eyes when he heard the words, and shook his head: "Him? If I remember correctly, although he is not a gangster, he is certainly not a big boss. You put all your money with him?! Impossible .”

"What I'm saying is true!"

The middle-aged man became anxious all of a sudden, and quickly explained: "According to Sera's thinking, he has already started to build his own company."

"As for Artest, he has a money laundering channel in his hands. He knows people, and through their hands, not only is the money clean, but our identities can also be completely laundered in the future."

People are like that.

Once the last fig leaf is torn, there is no scruple.

At this moment, he just wanted to survive.

He said everything he knew, without any reservations.

"tsk"

Zhong Wenze couldn't help but glance at Sera on the ground.

This person is quite capable, very thoughtful.

Looking at the anxious expression on the middle-aged man's face, he probably had a judgment in his heart: this person is not lying, what he said is true.

Zhong Wenze asked again about Artest's detailed information, nodded in satisfaction, and looked at him with a smile: "Your performance is very good."

The tone of the middle-aged man was a little hasty, and he stared at Zhong Wenze firmly: "I told you everything you want to know!"

"Don't worry, the golden signboard, you will do what you say."

Zhong Wenze casually played with Beretta in his hand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you if I say I won't kill you."

"call"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Bet yourself.

This Zhong Wenze meant what he said.

"boom!"

There was a sudden gunshot.

A blood hole exploded in the chest of the middle-aged man.

His body trembled violently, his eyes widened and he looked at Zhong Wenze, he wanted to speak but couldn't, his body functions were rapidly losing.

"Fuck!"

Zhong Wenze's fingers trembled, and he looked embarrassed: "Good brother, I'm sorry, this shot has nothing to do with me."

"You may not believe me when I say it. My gun went off just now. I didn't kill you. My gun killed you. You understand what I mean!"

"You cough."

Hearing Zhong Wenze's words, the middle-aged man trembled again, his head tilted and he lost his breath.

"Aze, you kid speaks in a way now."

Mark Li stepped up and patted Zhong Wenze's shoulder with a smile: "It's changed a lot."

"Brother Ma."

Zhong Wenze touched his head in embarrassment: "I'm serious, I shot him, not me."

(End of this chapter)