Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 283 Take My Brother Home
"it is good."

Zhong Wenze nodded with a smile.

Mo Sir's reaction made him quite satisfied. Mo Sir has been doing what he promised himself, and he has not sold himself. Before he came back, he was already actively preparing in advance.

Zhong Wenze gave an affirmative answer: "Get rid of Tony, and I will return to the team after finishing what I have in hand."

"Tony we'll take care of it."

Mo Sir continued: "You don't have to worry too much about this."

"It's best if you can deal with them. If you can't deal with them, then hand over Brother Scumbag to me, and I'll deal with them."

When Zhong Wenze said this, the expression on his face was a little cold, his tone was cold and emotionless, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he said every word: "Imprisonment is too cheap for them."

"This"

Sensing Zhong Wenze's full of hostility, Mo Sir took a step back subconsciously for a moment.

Zhong Wenze turned his head to look at Song Zijie: "Have you dealt with the follow-up matter of that little girl?"

"It's done."

Song Zijie nodded, and replied: "The sympathy we should give here has been distributed, and the money you asked me to send over has also been given to her family."

"Ok."

Mo Sir suddenly understood why Zhong Wenze was obsessed with killing the three Tony brothers.

Zhong Wenze is different from ordinary people. He has his own absolute view of right and wrong, as well as his own attachments.

perhaps.

After Ah Hu threw the little girl to death in front of Zhong Wenze, the fate of the three brothers was already doomed, and Zhong Wenze had transferred that anger to the three brothers.

Mo Sir nodded and agreed: "If we can't succeed, you will be solely responsible for everything."

at this time.

He looked at Zhong Wenze with a little more approval. This subordinate of his own has an obsession with justice in his heart.

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze nodded, and strode away.

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A dilapidated village in Sai Kung.

in the room.

Tony was sitting by the window, wiping the submachine gun in his hand with an oilcloth. After wiping, he took the big black star, pulled it out of the magazine, and pressed the bullets into it one by one.

After loading a few magazines, he stopped what he was doing, and looked at the dark night outside with deep eyes.

inside the house.

Ma Zi, who was let off by Tony, was feeding his paralyzed brother on the bed.

For the past few days, Tony has been hiding here, and Ma Zai is going out to buy food and clothing to ensure daily life.

"Let's go."

Tony glanced at the ponies that had already been fed, and said calmly, "I'll go out to do errands with me at night."

"doing what?"

"Bring my brother back."

"it is good."

Ma Zai nodded when he heard the words, helped his brother cover the quilt, followed Tony out, got into the driver's seat and drove to the city.

twelve o'clock in the evening.

Supper stand.

At this time, it has been more than a week since Ahu was killed, and the business in the store has gradually returned to normal. Since today is a working day and the impact of the previous Ahu incident, the business is not very busy .

"Little boy, are you two?"

The boss sat on the stool and flipped through the newspapers boredly. When he saw two people coming in one after the other, he hurried up to meet him. He glanced at Tony who was wearing a peaked cap and the brim of his hat was pressed down very low, and said with a smile: " Everything is available now, and the food is served quickly.”

"Ah."

Tony opened the seat and sat down, ordered a few dishes at random, and then started to eat.

He glanced at the busy boss, and asked casually, "I heard that you beat someone to death a few days ago?"

"Yes."

As soon as the boss mentioned this incident, he immediately became a little angry: "That person is now parked in the morgue of the hospital in front of him. I heard that there are special police guarding it. The matter has not passed yet."

"Oh."

Tony nodded casually.

This news was exactly the same as what he had heard.

"Hem home shovel!"

As soon as the boss mentioned Ahu's matter, the anger came up and he couldn't stop the car, and continued: "That dead man rushed to the street, why should he come to my place, and even killed a little girl, how cruel ah."

"But fortunately, there was no good end for that one who threw himself into the street. If he was beaten to death on the spot, it was considered retribution, and he died well."

"Street bastard, if it wasn't for him, my business wouldn't be so bad now, people don't dare to come to my place to eat now, he's an old fool!"

The more the boss talked, the angrier he became, and he continued to curse.

"Oh."

Tony responded blankly, listening to the boss's words, chewing the food in his mouth.

a while.

He raised his head and drank the beer bottle in his hand, then pinched it hard, and the can was crushed in an instant. He stretched out his hand to tear the can open, and folded it in half with both hands.

soon.

A sharp and sharp military thorn came out, and there was a simple bloodletting groove faintly on the ugly knife.

"In these days, this kind of rushing to the street should die!"

"He can do that little girl!"

While the boss was busy grilling, he was still chattering, venting his grievances.

suddenly.

Someone patted him on the back.

The boss turned around and saw Tony standing behind him wearing a peaked cap. He was startled: "Little boy, why do you make no sound when you walk?"

"Wait a minute, I'm doing it, now"

After half a minute.

Tony pressed the peaked cap on his head, and walked out of the barbecue restaurant with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened. Ma Zai followed behind him quickly with a frightened and obedient expression.

Inside the BBQ.

The boss was lying on the ground covered in blood, his eyes staring and his limbs twitching.

On his neck, half of a soda can was pierced along the neck, leaving a bottle mouth exposed, and blood was "sizzling" bubbling from the bloodletting tank under the bottle.

The two got into the car one after the other.

"Brother, you and me."

Ma Zai was so frightened that he sat in the driver's seat and trembled, his hands and feet twitched: "We... aren't we here to pick up your brother home? Why... why did you kill him!"

Ma Zai has never cut anyone with a knife, let alone seen a dead person.

After witnessing Tony's entire process from making weapons to killing the boss, he was already terrified.

"Damn him!"

Tony raised his eyelids coldly, and said word by word: "The damned person he's scolding is my younger brother."

"I"

Ma Zai was speechless at once, and after a while, he said tremblingly: "Let's, where are we going now?"

"Hospital!"

Tony snorted coldly: "Drive!"

soon.

The car came to the hospital 300 meters away, first circled the hospital twice, and then stopped at the back door of the hospital.

"You wait here for me."

Tony opened the door and got out of the car, stuck his head through the window, and tapped with his fingertips: "At that time, if you see the policeman coming, speed up and drive away from here."

"Gudong."

Ma Zai swallowed, and tremblingly said: "There are still poor guys!"

"Yes!"

Tony glanced at him, and ordered: "Remember, it's the police who come and you drive away, making noise to attract their attention."

"What about you?"

"This is your mission, don't ask about the rest."

"Oh."

Ma Zai responded, and then asked a silly question: "Are you not afraid that I will run away after you enter?"

"This is the only chance for you and your brother to survive."

Tony withdrew his body, pressed his peaked cap, looked around, and stepped inside: "If you don't do what I say, then you and your brother will end up like that barbecue restaurant guy. Same."

"..."

Ma Zai looked at the back of Tony entering the hospital, his fingers were trembling, and he wanted to release the handbrake and start to drive away, but the palm of his hand was not charged, and he didn't need any strength at all.

The death of the owner of the barbecue shop appeared in front of him again.

finally.

He gave up the idea of ​​escaping and sat nervously in the car waiting.

hospital.

Tony walked straight down the corridor, looking back and forth at the wall.

a while.

He finally saw the location at the end of the corridor.

On the wall.

Under the light, the words "mortuary" looked pale.

The entrance to the mortuary downstairs.

The four plainclothes sat on chairs, flipping through the magazines or newspapers in their hands, yawning profusely.

"Oh, life is hard."

One of them reached out and rubbed his face, and exhaled: "Pujie, why are the four of us here to guard this place!"

talking room.

He also turned his head to look at the end of the corridor, and went in along the door. Inside was the place where the corpse was parked. The sign hanging on the door exuded a white light, which added a bit of coldness.

"You're a badass!"

Another person curled his lips and followed suit: "Ghost knows how long it will last. We four living people are guarding a corpse inside. It makes me feel annoyed when I think about it. When will I, a majestic person, be reduced to such a state?" gone."

"If you don't keep it, why don't you let those ghosts guard it? Don't you know your identity and status?"

The plainclothes pouted contemptuously, and shivered: "It's so gloomy and uncomfortable, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette first."

"I am coming too!"

The other person immediately got up and followed.

"I also need to go!"

"Pujie, you can only leave two people at a time, wait, I will change you later."

The two started to walk outside.

Of the remaining two, one of them had dark circles under his eyes and yawned: "Look first, I'll squint and call me later."

"Push the street!"

The plainclothes cursed, shrugged and continued to read the magazine.

The two who came out to smoke walked up the stairs, planning to smoke in the open air outside.

in the hallway.

Tony lowered the brim of his hat, and soon met at the stairs, glanced at the two of them, leaned sideways against the wall of the stairs, and continued to descend.

The two plainclothes also glanced at Tony, but they didn't pay too much attention to it, and continued to step up.

"When do you think Tony will come to the street!"

One of them took out a cigarette case and took out a cigarette from it, muttering: "Will he come and drag Li Hu back?"

"Fool!"

The other person laughed straight away: "If he is coming or not, should he call you in advance to let you know? It must be that the fewer people know about it, the better. Keep it a little more hidden!"

As he was talking, the expression on his face froze suddenly, and he subconsciously tilted his head to look at the plainclothes beside him.

The other party was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other.

next second.

The two of them changed hands almost at the same time, and their palms quickly touched the dot [-] on their waists.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

There were two muffled sounds of sharp blades piercing through the human body.

The two of them froze in the air.

The palm that was stretched towards the waist also stopped.

"you"

"you"

Sensing the passing of body functions, the two breathed tremblingly and looked down at their bodies.

Two sharp spikes pierced the bodies of the two from behind, one from the left and the other from the right, pierced into the back of themselves, and pierced out from the abdomen.

On the sharp thorn head, the bright red blood was still steaming.

Blood dripped down the spikes drop by drop, splashed in all directions on the stairs, and then turned dark red and glaring.

The two of them were sweating on their foreheads and trembling, and they turned their heads slowly to look back.

behind them.

Tony, wearing a peaked cap, went from bottom to top, holding a sharp spike in each of his left and right hands, maintaining a piercing posture.

He raised his head slowly.

under the brim.

Those eyes were sharp and cold.

"you"

"you"

The two plainclothes faltered.

next second.

Tony pulled out the spikes, and the two of them fell to the ground in response. They rolled and fell down the stairs several times, lying on the ground with only breathing out and no air in.

"Ding Ding Ding"

Tony threw the spikes on the ground casually, and strode downstairs, only the sound of metal spikes bouncing on the ground was left in the corridor for a while.

Tony stepped down quickly.

on the stairs behind.

The undead plainclothes, with trembling hands stained with blood, struggled to twist the channel button of the Motorola walkie-talkie, and switched to the call station on the ground: "Come here, Tony."

Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he fell to the ground dead.

in the hallway.

Tony, who went down to the first floor, looked at the end of the long corridor through the glass of the partition door in the middle. There was a white indicator light on the wall at the entrance of the mortuary, and he walked forward step by step.

The door of the mortuary.

"what"

The middle-aged man who read the magazine yawned, glanced at his sleeping companion, and heard the interfering noise from the walkie-talkie at his waist, smacked his lips and muttered:
"Float the street, sleep like a pig, you don't even know if you're on the walkie-talkie."

talking.

He stretched out his hand sideways, stroked his companion's waist, found the intercom and pressed it, but the noise in his own intercom had not been eliminated.

The middle-aged man frowned all of a sudden, and immediately rang the intercom to call the two people who went out to smoke outside, but no one answered.

He felt bad, and immediately shook his companions awake vigorously:

"Get up, go out and check the situation!"

"Ah for what!"

The companion yawned and muttered, "I drank all the wine last night and didn't sleep much during the day, so you let me sleep for a while, what's the noise?"

"stand up!"

The middle-aged man roared, turned his head and got up, and saw Tony who was striding forward at a glance.

Immediately.

He took out the baton at his waist, pointed it at Tony outside, and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing, just stand there and don't move!"

"Bah."

Tony, who had just passed through the middle partition door, stopped and stood in front of the middle partition door.

"look up!"

The middle-aged baton pointed at Tony, and stepped up: "Keep your head up."

Tony slowly raised his hands, but didn't look up.

"Look up!"

The companion who was just woken up was furious. He pulled out his baton and walked up quickly, and came to Tony: "I told you to raise your head! Can't you hear? Deaf?"

Recently.

There is a very strange thing.

That is, every night someone would come down with a peaked cap, just like this person, not talking or looking up, pretending to be a ghost, sometimes coming three or four times a night, which made the four plainclothes very annoying.

But after checking the identities of these people, it's normal. It can't be said that this place should be closed, right?

The plainclothes were nervous at first, but after a week, someone did this every night, which annoyed them, and it happened again tonight, which made him lose his vigilance.

"Push the street, I tell you to look up!"

The companion cursed, and reached out to take off Tony's hat.

"Shh!"

Tony made a sudden move, grabbing forward with both hands, grabbing his arm and pulling hard, the plainclothes who couldn't react in time were dragged over, smashing the glass of the partition door heavily.

"I looked up, did you see clearly?"

Tony raised his head, pulled his hair, and said coldly: "But, you should die too!"

"puff!"

Tony pressed down hard, and the sharp glass on the partition door directly cut his neck, and blood splashed around and everywhere.

The door panel shook with the shaking of the corpse, making a "creaking" sound.

"I"

The middle-aged man looked at his companion's miserable situation, and touched the [-] pinned to his waist with trembling palms.

Due to the extremely low quality of individual soldiers, he didn't even press the bullets into his .[-], he loaded two bullets in it indiscriminately, and then raised the gun to shoot.

The middle-aged man had just raised his head, only to see a shadow appearing in front of him, with his head held up by the cold barrel of the big black star.

With a gun in his right hand, Tony said indifferently, "Where are the Ahu people?"

(End of this chapter)