Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 280 I Announce Your Death Sentence
"This"

The person in charge of the police rushed over after receiving the alarm message, and quickly checked the situation on the scene: "Song Sir, what do you know?"

"How did this man die?"

talking room.

He put it on and bent down to pick up the big black star that Ah Hu dropped on the ground, and put it on: "I'll hand this over to the appraisal department later, and then contact the autopsy department."

Song Zijie looked away from the white shirt on the ground.

He is too familiar with this white Oxford shirt.

Zhong Wenze especially likes to wear this kind of white shirt. There is a unique label on the cuff, and he is fully capable of killing Ah Hu.

"No, hand it over to me."

Song Zijie took the big black star in the bag, weighed it in his hand: "This man is called Li Hu, from Yue Nan, a famous poison king in Saigon, and we are targeting him tonight. I didn't expect to fall to my death here."

"Did you fall?"

The person in charge twitched his eyelids, and subconsciously retorted: "It doesn't look like he fell to his death, does it?"

"This is the one who fell to his death!"

Song Zijie repeated the sentence in a blunt tone. He pointed at the little girl on the ground, and his voice was a little higher: "She is still a child, what did she do wrong? She was beaten to death by Li Hu, and falling to death is considered retribution." !"

talking.

He turned his head to look at the surrounding witnesses, and shouted: "This man is a big drug dealer wanted by our police. According to my judgment, he should have fallen to his death just now. What did you see?"

"exactly!"

"He just fell to his death!"

"No need to investigate! We all saw it with our own eyes."

"We all saw it just now. He fell and fell there by himself, and died when he fell!"

"Drag the body back and close the case!"

The crowd of onlookers immediately expressed their support, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"very good!"

Song Zijie waved his hand, greeted his subordinates, and gave instructions: "Take the body back. In addition, separate out four people. Now clean the ground and the scene immediately. Don't leave any traces, so that the boss Resume business soon.”

The subordinates are about to take action.

When the person in charge heard this, his voice froze: "Song Sir, is this bad?! Are you in a little hurry?"

"Inspector Mo of the Saigon Police Station personally led a team to arrest Li Hu and his party tonight. I personally appointed me as the team leader. Since he fell to his own death, I will save trouble. Now I will take this person back to close the case."

Song Zijie's voice was a little higher, and he looked at him righteously: "Why, are you trying to stop me? Or is there any connection between you and Li Hu?"

"Don't dare!"

The person in charge was sweating on his forehead and shook his head immediately.

He has also heard about the purge operation tonight, so how dare he rely on it.

"That's right, everyone saw that he fell to his death, so why not investigate!"

Song Zijie snorted coldly, and waved his big hand to give an order: "Action!"

immediately.

The barbecue shop suddenly became busy.

The big bucket washed the blood on the ground, leaving nothing behind.

5 minute later.

Everything in the barbecue shop returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

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in the clubhouse.

The scene has been controlled by Xiao Liu and the others.

Zhong Wenze, who was shirtless, came in, and Zhou Kehua walked up immediately, shaking his head in embarrassment: "Tony ran away, so I didn't catch him."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze nodded expressionlessly.

"Brother Ze."

Zhou Kehua thought Zhong Wenze was upset, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, it's me."

"okay."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, his eyes fell on Brother Scumbag, he strode over and looked down at Brother Scumbag who fell on the ground: "Tony ran away, where can I find him."

"Ha ha."

Brother Zha sneered, his pale lips were dry and cracked: "Don't worry, I won't tell you, Tony and Ah Hu will definitely come back to avenge me."

"Zhong Wenze, you're fucking involved."

He stared at Zhong Wenze with resentment, gritted his teeth viciously and growled: "You are ready to meet our revenge, let me tell you, Yue Nanzi is not something you can provoke if you want!"

"I said before, did Ah Hu run away?"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyelids coldly: "None of you three can escape."

"Ahu?!"

When Brother Zha heard this, his breath suddenly became short of breath, and he stared at Zhong Wenze firmly: "What did you do to Ah Hu? It's impossible, he's so good at fighting, you can't catch up to him .”

"Is he good at fighting?"

Zhong Wenze lit a cigarette with squinted eyes, and took a heavy mouthful: "He is already dead, he was beaten to death by me."

"impossible!"

Brother Zha screamed and retorted almost subconsciously, his eyes were congested and turned red, and he was about to get up from the ground after struggling: "Zhong Wenze, you are on the street, I will kill you!"

"boom!"

Zhong Wenze raised his foot and kicked the scumbag who was struggling to get up. The sole of his shoe directly stepped on the gunshot wound in his abdomen. With force on his toes, the sole of the shoe pressed hard on the wound.

"Zi"

The sound of blood spurting sounded, which sounded creepy.

"what!"

Brother Zha couldn't bear the severe pain, he raised his head and screamed in pain, his face was extremely pale, and there was no blood left.

Zhong Wenze looked at him expressionlessly, and let go of his feet. Brother Scum, who was relieved, almost reflexively retreated a few steps subconsciously, wanting to stay away from Zhong Wenze, but was kicked back by Zhou Kehua.

"Okay, let's stop here."

Zhong Wenze looked at Brother Scum without interest: "I'll bandage your wound."

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He picked up the fruit knife on the table, burned it twice with a lighter, and used the sharp fruit knife to cut the skin where the gunshot wound was on Brother Zha's abdomen, making a cross-shaped incision little by little. Come.

follow.

His fingers took advantage of the opportunity to dig in from the incision, and fumbled inside, digging out the bullets inside.

The method is extremely rough.

"what!"

Brother Zha rolled his eyes white and gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

under severe pain.

The corner of his mouth was bitten, and blood flowed out.

"I'm sorry."

Zhong Wenze squinted at the treated wound, as if admiring his own masterpiece, and shook his head: "Oh, this is the first time to treat a wound for someone, and the technique is somewhat rough, so please bear with me if there is any inadequacy."

Say it.

With a shake of his palm, without any warning, he thrust the dagger into Brother Zha's thigh with his backhand. The knife edge was embedded so deeply that it was half the length of a finger, and it stopped when it directly pierced the bone.

"what!"

"Hem home shovel!"

The big cold sweat on Brother Zha's forehead slid down and flowed into his eyes: "Zhong Wenze, kill me if you have the guts, don't torture me with this fucking method."

"almost."

Zhong Wenze didn't pay attention to him, he just shook off the blood on his hands, pulled Brother Scumbag's clothes to wipe off the blood on his fingers, and looked at Brother Scumbag who was in cold sweat:

"Don't worry, you won't die so soon, you are still useful."

"I fucking."

Brother Zha was panting heavily, as if he was about to pass out at any moment: "You tell me, you're going to die, you're called cheating on cheaters, you cut your own back, and no one will dare to cooperate with you in the future."

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze smiled and did not answer, but picked up the phone on the table and dialed: "Hey, the police station, I want to call the police."

It seems boring.

Zhong Wenze was talking with the handset in his left hand,

The boys around were squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms, and their right hands were not idle, they grabbed the dagger on Brother Zha's thigh, pulled it out and stabbed it in, pulled it out and stabbed it in, as if playing.

Seeing Brother Zha's miserable state, each of them unconsciously lowered their heads a little, not daring to look for fear of being noticed.

Zhou Kehua Xiaoliu and the others also clearly felt that something was wrong with Zhong Wenze's state.

Normally speaking.

Zhong Wenze would not do this kind of thing by himself, but at this moment, Zhong Wenze was deliberately torturing him, and his whole face was expressionless the whole time, it was so calm and terrifying.

Zhong Wenze in this state is the most terrifying.

and so.

They all took a few steps back consciously.

Two 10 minutes later.

Mo Sir, who joined Song Zijie, rushed to the club with his hands.

It was very quiet in the clubhouse.

Brother Zha and his party were all tied together with ropes and thrown in the open space of the inner courtyard.

The scene in the whole clubhouse was a bit tragic.

Especially when entering the corridor, the blood splattered and mottled bullet holes in the aisle and on the wall made it easy for them to think of the situation at the scene.

"Xian Weicha!"

Mo Sir stepped in front of Brother Zha, stared at him for several seconds, then nodded in satisfaction, and said very bluntly: "I've missed you for a long time."

"Let me tell you, you three brothers are simply a great achievement who can move."

"It's just a pity that we didn't catch Tony."

"We only found Li Hu's body. Speaking of which, he was quite miserable. He fell himself to death, especially the face, which was so badly thrown that he didn't even recognize his mother."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, you don't have a mother, and the only one who raised you for several years, Li Dashan, was also killed by you, tsk tsk"

"I"

Brother Zha almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This Mo Sir is simply murderous, scolding people is impeccable, he gritted his teeth and scolded: "You are fucking kind, I will remember you."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence.

There is no death penalty on Hong Kong Island, as long as you don't die, you still have a chance.

If I can get out of it, I must seek revenge from this person.

"I'll give you a chance to make meritorious service."

Mo Sir talked eloquently, looking at the many police officers who were pulling people into the car outside: "Tell me where Tony may be hiding. You have performed meritorious service if you catch him, and the sentence may be lighter in the future."

"I do not know."

Brother Zha tilted his head and simply didn't look at him.

"Giving you a chance to live, it seems that you don't cherish it at all!"

Mo Sir still had that smiling expression: "There is no death penalty on Hong Kong Island. If we catch him, he can still live. If we can't catch him, then we can only use you as bait."

"..."

Brother Zha's face froze, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know."

"it is good."

Mo Sir nodded in response, patted his knees and stood up, and said flatly: "Then, I pronounce your death sentence."

"It's actually more convenient for people like you to be dead. You don't have to wait for the process, and you can just declare the credit."

Done.

With a big wave of his hand, he directly asked someone to take Brother Scumbag away.

Seeing the scumbag being carried away, Mo Sir waved at Song Zijie, leaned into his ear and said a few words quickly, Song Zijie nodded and immediately went down to make arrangements.

at the same time.

Somewhere in the suburbs.

With a pale face, Tony lay reclined on the dirt bag, looking up at the night sky above his head, panting heavily.

on the thigh.

The blood from the gunshot wound stained his trousers dark red.

Rest and adjust for a while.

Tony took out the dagger, burned it briefly with a lighter, and cut open the wound directly. He stretched his fingers in and picked it out, and pulled out the bullet. Simply wrapped it up.

"Zhong Wenze!"

After treating the wound, Tony bit down on the cigarette dangling from his mouth: "Even if I die, I will drag you along."

"quack."

The crow standing on the branch looked at Tony at his feet, called twice and flapped its wings before leaving.

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In the blink of an eye.

Three days have passed.

The police announced the results of the night's purge, and at the same time solicited clues from the general public, released Tony's photo, looking for usable clues, but there has been no progress.

Tony hid in the mountains for two days, then contacted an arms dealer through channels, and the two parties agreed to meet at a time.

midnight.

Somewhere on a small pier.

Tony was wearing a peaked cap, carrying a canvas bag and dragging his injured leg, and limped aboard a diesel boat, which slowly drove towards the sea.

"Here, here's what you want."

The deliverer threw the canvas bag on the ground, and unzipped the zipper to reveal the equipment inside: "They are all orange and high-quality goods. The most important thing is that the guns have no accidents and are safe to use."

Tony squatted down, took out the microcharger inside, weighed it in his hand, and assembled it skillfully, put the magazine on and pulled the trigger directly, and the crisp and clear sound of emptying the machine sounded.

"Well, not bad."

Tony nodded in satisfaction, and then kicked the canvas bag under his feet: "Here are the banknotes, please order them. If there is no problem, give me the bullets."

"Row."

The boss of the boat nodded and signaled the other person to count the money: "I didn't say that, it's only how much, brother also took a canvas bag to store the money, isn't it too extravagant?"

"Ha ha."

Tony smiled, but said nothing.

Under the peaked cap.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the horse boy who bent over to check the canvas bag.

With extremely concealed fingers, he pulled out two bullets from the cuff of his jacket, quickly inserted them into the magazine, loaded the gun and pointed the muzzle at the boss of the ship.

"Gudong."

The boss of the boat swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Tony who was holding a gun: "It's not necessary, my good brother. It's just a little charge. It doesn't cost much, so it won't be black and white, right?"

Tony said coldly, "I don't have a dime."

"It's okay, I'll give it to you."

The boss of the boat quickly waved his hand: "I'll give you the gun, and I'll give you the boat. I'll just jump off the sea and swim back to shore."

"Thank you."

Tony nodded.

The boat boss subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

next second.

"boom!"

Flames burst from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet pierced directly through the forehead of the boss of the ship.

"you"

The boat boss stared at Tony with wide eyes, and then fell directly from the boat, the gushing blood was washed away by the sea water.

Tony turned his gun and looked at the boy checking the banknotes:

"Where's the bullet?"

(End of this chapter)