Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 332 Rice is Our Parents
"elder brother!"

Hearing the extremely familiar, sonorous and powerful voice, Ah Jian couldn't help but subconsciously relax, lying on the ground very comfortably.

Mark Lee appears.

He was really relieved.

Doorway.

Zhong Wenze and Mark Li, who were wearing body armor, stood side by side, and the flames of the M16 in their hands burst out.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

In the crisp and loud sound of rifle fire.

The two entered while fighting, and pulled the trigger without hesitation at the many gunmen guarding the stairs in the apartment hall.

The gunmen's camp was directly dispersed, and fled around in a disorderly manner.

Originally, according to their thinking, with so many people coming here, it would be superfluous for each of them to have a pistol.

now.

Facing the powerful firepower of the two rifles, he had no power to fight back for a while, and immediately evaded around.

The first round of strafing.

The Gunners team was melted directly.

Out of the seven people at the scene, four fell down and lay on the ground screaming and wailing, while the remaining three huddled in a corner and dared not come out.

"come out!"

Mark Lee dropped the empty M16 on the ground, pulled out the shotgun in the canvas bag, and pressed the barrel on it.

in the corner.

The gunman hiding behind tried to sneak up, but just poked his head out, and was directly torn apart by the shotgun bullets sprayed out.

This time.

The remaining two were completely honest, dropped the pistols in their hands, and appeared in front of Mark Lee with their hands raised above their heads.

See Mark Lee.

The gunman was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Ah Jian in the corridor, his lips pursed.

"That's my brother."

Mark Li held the gun in his right hand, and the shotgun muzzle was directly pressed against the gunman's forehead, and he blurted out in fluent English: "Who sent you here."

The gunman replied without hesitation: "Brother Sen...A Sen asked us to come."

"Where is he now?"

"He's eating out!"

The two gunmen were almost competing to answer Mark Lee's question.

It's similar to the one in film and television dramas: first ask a person, don't answer, shoot and kill him, and then the other person is so scared that he answers immediately, the plot does not appear.

The two gunmen scrambled to be the first, for fear that they would be killed by Mark Lee if they answered slower than their companions.

"I'll take you there!"

There was even one person who directly chose to lead the way for them, and his desire to survive was pulled to the extreme.

talking room.

The student Zhong Wenze, who had no sense of existence, walked up the corridor silently, his eyes quickly scanned the corridor.

The mottled marks on the wall and the splashed blood are enough for people to know what happened at the scene and how tragic it was.

"How mighty!"

Zhong Wenze stretched out his hand to Ah Jian who was on the ground: "Look at your posture, you are almost on par with Brother Xiaoma."

"Snapped!"

Ah Jian stretched out his hand, patted Zhong Wenze's palm vigorously, then grabbed it and stood up.

Although he didn't know Zhong Wenze, he could tell that this handsome man had no malice towards him.

"Fourth Uncle!"

Zhong Wenze looked at Long Si at the side again, and his eyes fell on Xiaohui who was sitting half down against the wall, and his eyes narrowed.

Although he and Xiaohui were not very familiar with each other, seeing this scene at this moment, he was somewhat embarrassed.

At first.

When she was in the apartment, the scene of Xiaohui actively pouring water for herself still seemed to emerge before her eyes.

"Aze!"

Long Si's voice was hoarse, and he looked at Zhong Wenze: "Thank you."

"Sorry!"

Zhong Wenze took a deep breath, reached out and patted Long Si's shoulder, grabbed it vigorously, then squatted down in front of Xiaohui, and carried her on his back:

"Get rid of Asen's rush to the street, and take Xiaohui back."

No one thought that meeting again would be like this.

along the way.

No one spoke.

A group of people came to Ah Jian's new house, saying that the house was actually somewhat similar to a warehouse, and put Xiaohui in the cold storage.

in this process.

Long Si did not participate, and sat alone in the corner beside him, without saying a word, pressing bullets into the magazine of the Desert Eagle pistol in his hand.

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Thorn Rose Private Club.

this point.

It happened to be just after seven o'clock in the evening. Logically speaking, it was the time when the clubhouse had the most traffic, but it was extremely quiet at the moment.

In the empty hall.

The middle table.

Asen sat alone at the dining table, frowning at the food on the table, without any appetite.

The table is full of delicacies, all kinds of food, and they are mainly Cantonese dishes.

Asen is a serious Cantonese. He followed Longsi at first, but after Longsi washed his hands in the gold basin, he fled to the United States.

Long Si Jinpan washed his hands, but he didn't.

on the surface.

Arsen is just a priest preaching in the church, nothing special.

secretly.

He recruited local Chinese organizations here and formed his own team, which was called a flourish.

The clubhouse run by this Chinese is also his favorite place to come, for no other reason than because the chef here is also from China, so he can eat authentic Cantonese cuisine.

"Is there a message back there?"

Asen reached out and took a plate of fried rice with eggs in front of him, and frowned at Ma Zai beside him: "Why haven't you replied to the message for so long?"

"should."

Ma Zai pondered for a while, and casually agreed: "Hurry up, maybe on the way back, soon."

"call"

Asen let out a breath, shook his head in a dazed state, picked up a spoon to scoop up fried rice with eggs and began to eat.

He likes to eat egg fried rice very much. When scrambled eggs are fried, soy sauce must be added to make the egg fried rice deep yellow.

just.

At this time, the fried rice with eggs was a bit tasteless, and there was no texture in the mouth.

The rice is still the same plate of rice.

But because of Long Si's matter, he is a little out of his mind now.

He, Asen, knows the role and character of Long Si best.

Long Si is not dead, and he seems to have guessed that he betrayed him, and he knows too well what will happen next.

By the time.

My fate will not be better than those horse boys who were swept to death in the car by rifles.

and so.

Be sure to get rid of Long Si in one go, so as to avoid future troubles forever.

"Snapped!"

The more Asen thought about it, the more irritable he became, he dropped the spoon in his hand, and the egg fried rice splashed all over the table.

He slapped the table with a slap, frowned and looked at the manager of the clubhouse standing beside him, venting his anger:

"Damn it, what's going on, did the chef eat shit today? What kind of egg fried rice did you fry!"

"what?"

The manager of the clubhouse was stunned for a moment, and immediately came up and took the fried rice with eggs in his hand: "I'll ask him to make another fried rice for you."

"hurry up!"

Arsen waved his hands anxiously, lit a cigar and took a deep puff, then sat on the seat and waited.

period.

He kept looking down at the watch on his wrist, looking very impatient, and the frequency of looking at the watch reached once every few seconds.

Minutes passed by.

The gunmen he sent out to encircle and suppress Longsi hadn't sent back any news, which made him even more irritable.

The gunman did not return a message.

But the fried rice with eggs was brought up again and placed in front of Asen.

"Brother Sen!"

The manager of the clubhouse looked a little weird, and said in a hesitant tone, "The egg fried rice is ready."

"Ah."

Asen raised his eyelids, but didn't notice the strange expression on the manager's face at all, thinking that the manager was afraid of himself.

He saw the egg fried rice without soy sauce at a glance.

Egg fried rice is no longer egg fried rice, but Yangzhou fried rice. The rice is very white without any soy sauce color.

He, Asen, only eats egg fried rice, and it must be fried with soy sauce. This is his Asen's rule, and any waiter in the clubhouse knows it.

But that's it.

Now the chef actually brought him an egg fried rice without soy sauce?

A chef has to fight against himself?

"Snapped!"

Asen reached out to touch his pocket, took out a revolver from his back, and slapped it heavily on the table with a cold expression:
"Call out the fried rice chef!"

"Shh!"

The manager of the clubhouse twitched his eyelids and subconsciously took a step back.

"go!"

Asen's confidant brother immediately pushed the manager of the clubhouse: "Don't you have a little vision? You want to touch Brother Sen's bad luck?"

The confidant younger brother naturally knows why Asen is so angry now.

As usual.

Asen certainly wouldn't make trouble with a chef, everyone is not at the same level.

But at the moment, Asen is bothered by Long Si's matter, this chef is not knowing the heights of the sky and hitting the muzzle of the gun, looking for death.

this chef.

It seems to have become a vent for Asen's anger.

no way.

The manager of the clubhouse timidly went down.

Soon.

He led the two chefs out, brought them to the dining table, and then quickly backed away, as if facing an enemy.

Asen raised his head and glanced at the two chefs in front of him.

The chefs are one tall and one short, one old and one young.

The master chef wore a chef's hat and a mask, covering himself tightly, revealing a pair of eyes.

The young chef had no cover, no chef's hat or mask, just wearing white chef's clothes.

The clothes were ill-fitting and visibly short.

The young chef didn't even button his clothes, revealing the white Oxford shirt he was wearing underneath.

He just stood upright in front of Asen, his handsome face appeared in front of Asen, and his bright eyes met him.

Asen said, "Did you scramble eggs and fried rice?"

“Yangzhou fried rice, authentic.”

The young chef spoke, his tone was calm and without any fear, and he answered generously: "It's delicious in color and fragrance, Brother Sen doesn't like it?"

"Grass!"

Asen cursed, grabbed the fried rice plate in front of him and flipped it over, the fried rice on the plate slapped the young chef's face, and then fell to the ground, spilling all over the floor:
"Who the hell told you that I don't put soy sauce in Asen's fried rice?"

"Who the hell told you that besides egg fried rice, I, Asen, also eat other fried rice?"

What about people.

Once there is great psychological pressure, they will subconsciously choose a way to vent.

Some people keep a low profile and like to drink alone and get drunk.

Some people are more high-profile, and they like to find someone to vent their anger, find any reason, and step on it first.

From a psychological point of view, this is a channel for obtaining spiritual comfort, and to a certain extent, it can indeed relieve stress.

Arsen clearly belongs to the latter.

A big boss who is so big can have a hard time with a small chef, and his grade has obviously been lowered a lot.

No style.

but.

at the moment.

This is the only way for Asen to vent his inner anxiety and anger.

He needs an outlet to decompress himself.

no way.

He is afraid of Long Si.

"tell me!"

A Sen had a cold face, as if looking at an ant: "Who the hell told you that there is no soy sauce in fried rice?!"

Next.

The chef should be kneeling on the ground and shivering.

just.

The expected scene did not appear.

“Is the Yangzhou fried rice delicious?”

The handsome young chef covered his face with his hands, wiped off the rice on his face, and shook his hair to shake off the rice.

then.

He squatted down, grabbed the rice on the ground and put it back on the plate, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and started chewing.

while eating.

Standing up again.

"It's delicious, full of color and fragrance, and there is no problem. Why did you overturn such a big plate of rice?!"

"you"

A Sen didn't react for a while, and stared blankly at the handsome young chef.

This person is actually questioning himself?
"There's nothing wrong with these meals!"

The young chef looked at Asen as a matter of course, took another bite, chewed a few times and swallowed it directly:
"I think it's delicious."

talking.

He grabbed a handful of rice and stretched it towards Asen, placed it in front of him, and looked at him with a smile: "You want to try it too?"

"roll!"

Asen roared angrily, grabbed the revolver on the table and pointed it at the young chef, and the hammer of the revolver was raised: "Where did you come from, the idiot, are you fucking courting death?!"

"What? You don't want to eat?"

The young chef was unmoved, and still said to himself: "For you, food is nothing."

"But for us, rice is our parents!"

"Without Mr. Yuan, you might not even be able to eat a full meal right now, and you still overturn the food now? You are insulting my relatives!"

"Grass!"

Asen completely lost his patience, and pulled the trigger with his fingers.

The revolver rotated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to be fired.

next second.

The young chef suddenly moved.

His right hand reached out to Asen's right hand holding the gun extremely quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could shoot.

The left hand followed closely, holding down the revolver, grabbing the muzzle and forcibly turning the direction of the muzzle, pointing directly at Asen's shoulder, his finger clasped on Asen's trigger finger, and forcibly fired.

"boom!"

The revolver went off.

Asen screamed, and a blood hole exploded on his shoulder.

under severe pain.

Arsen's revolver was released and he completely lost control.

When he moves again.

The black muzzle of the gun had been blocked on his forehead, and his body froze in place.

The sudden rise of the young chef was beyond everyone's expectation.

No one thought of it.

This young chef unexpectedly has such a good skill, such a fast speed, he can grab a gun and reflex in an instant.

When they reacted and reached out to touch the gun.

The old chef wearing a mask next to the young chef followed suit, and the Desert Eagle raised his gun and shot.

at the same time.

kitchen door.

Two men with exactly the same appearance appeared at the door. Both of them held a shotgun in their hands, and they rolled the barrel with a "click" sound.

Shotguns were pointed at the crowd.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Both shotguns fired simultaneously.

Under the tongue of flames.

The horse boys standing around had almost no time to disperse, and were directly blown away by the huge impact of the shotgun, flying backwards and knocking down a large area.

　It's the end of the month.

　　The average booking is not enough for [-] and there is no full attendance of [-]. If you are weak, please make a full booking. I hope everyone can help me, thank you.

　　Thank you more tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)