Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 335 That's Outrageous

george.

Graduated from the top medical students of XX University in New York.

He himself has a standard height of 1.8 meters five, a standard fit body, and his muscles are well exercised, and he looks good.

At first glance.

No one would associate him with a doctor in the slightest.

The reason why George pays so much attention to exercise actually has something to do with him being a doctor.

He is very lustful and knows that the body is the source, so he never falls behind in exercise. Only when the body is strong enough can he play to his heart's content.

George is very horny, but his medical skills are also high, so he earns more money. The women around him are like changing clothes, and they change when they get tired of playing.

Only Cheng Xiaoxi.

George had been trying to get close to her since he was in school.

He was deeply attracted by this yellow-skinned woman, whether it was the external appearance or the internal beauty.

Originally, he also thought that he could catch it with his hands.

Because he did have a lot of yellow-skinned women around him, and he could get them by just messing around.

Some women are naturally humble in front of them, and being able to fall in love with them is a gift.

Or only this Cheng Xiaoxi.

No matter what tricks I use, people ignore him, and they don't even have any interest in looking at him.

later.

Cheng Xiaoxi has returned to Hong Kong Island.

George couldn't help it, but he couldn't forget it all the time.

As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in turmoil.

Even after several years, when he saw Cheng Xiaoxi again, this more beautiful woman became more attractive to him.

This time.

Cheng Xiaoxi is back.

He decided that this time, no matter what, he must deal with her.

force!

These years, he, George, has been doing well.

George and a few friends partnered to set up a hospital, and he himself has accumulated a lot of contacts by virtue of his excellent medical skills.

There are many big bosses who come to him for treatment, whether they are black or white, and they are very polite when they see him.

and so.

After realizing that the relationship between Zhong Wenze and Ah Jian who was following Cheng Xiaoxi was not easy, he immediately arranged for someone to inquire about the news.

It's not hard to find them.

Relying on the school's surveillance screen, they will soon get photos of the two of them, and then through their contacts, they went through several twists and turns.

Finally, the information was presented to him.

"Sihai Restaurant, Ah Jian?"

George put down the documents in his hand, and muttered to himself: "Is it just an ordinary Chinese restaurant owner?"

"Just yesterday, his restaurant was bombed."

His subordinates took out another piece of collected information and placed it in front of him: "He was bombed out of nowhere, and he didn't say anything to the police."

"That's kind of interesting."

The corners of George's mouth were raised slightly, and he rubbed the paper with his fingers: "Check it out for me, check their whereabouts."

This incident reminded him of a news a few days ago: a shooting occurred near Port Wharf Road, and two Chinese died at the scene.

This morning.

Related reports appeared on the local news again, a Chinese tycoon was shot dead in the restaurant of the club.

He had a hunch that these three things could be connected in series, maybe it had something to do with them.

They came to Cheng Xiaoxi because they wanted Cheng Xiaoxi to treat their gunshot wounds.

George issued orders again: "Notify Sheriff Pete, just say I have news to report to them."

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warehouse.

Zhong Wenze and Ah Jian drove here with Cheng Xiaoxi who had picked up the equipment.

After a brief greeting, Cheng Xiaoxi put on a white coat and gloves, and immediately started sewing.

None of them bothered him, they gathered around and smoked cigarettes.

The warehouse suddenly became quiet, only Cheng Xiaoxi who was sewing seriously was left, her movements were extremely slow and serious.

About half an hour later.

Cheng Xiaoxi put down her tools and took out her own set of clothes to help Xiaohui put on. After finishing all this, she let out a sigh of relief: "It's done."

At this time, Xiaohui was no different from a normal person.

"Thank you."

Long Si looked at Cheng Xiaoxi with red eyes: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Cheng Xiaoxi packed her things and looked at Zhong Wenze: "What is Xiaohui going to do? If you want to be cremated, I know a trustworthy friend who is also from Hong Kong Island and has been running a funeral home here."

When she said that, it naturally saved them from having to find someone to help them deal with it, so she asked her to help them get in touch.

Xiaohui's friend's work efficiency is also good, and she didn't ask too much about this matter, and helped them deal with it that night.

In view of the special situation, everything was kept simple, and the matter was done quietly at night.

Long Si looked even older, and put Xiaohui's ashes in his backpack with a blank expression, without saying a word.

A group of five people just came out of the funeral home.

out on the road.

Police lights flashing and police cars roaring towards them.

A line of four policemen with live ammunition got out of the police car and aimed their guns directly at them: "Hold your head with your hands and squat down!"

In a car behind.

George opened the car door vigorously and got down, standing next to the policeman: "What a coincidence, I ran into you here."

Zhong Wenze narrowed his eyes and looked at George.

"George, what are you doing!"

When Cheng Xiaoxi saw George, his complexion changed suddenly. He naturally knew that the current situation must have something to do with George: "You are too nonsense."

"I'm saving you!"

The corner of George's mouth twitched slightly: "You were held hostage by them, I called the police to rescue you, you should thank me."

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"Sheriff Pete!"

George pointed at the four of Zhong Wenze and the others: "That's the four of them. They took my classmate Cheng Xiaoxi hostage."

The leader of the Pitt police repeated again: "Put your head in your hands and squat down."

"Don't move."

Ah Jian looked at the four people with live ammunition, and slowly raised his hands and said: "Our faces are not white enough, they will really shoot."

Several people looked at each other and raised their hands.

Zhong Wenze raised his voice and shouted, "Why did you arrest us!"

"We suspect that you have something to do with the gangster shooting incident yesterday, now go back with us to investigate!"

Sergeant Pete replied, yelling at his men to go up and handcuff all four of them, and pull them into the police car.

"brother!"

Zhong Wenze was sitting in the police car, turned his head to Xiaoxi's friend and shouted, "Help me watch Xiaoxi, and be careful of this white monkey!"

"rest assured."

The funeral home owner nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, with me here, he doesn't dare to come to my site, and if he dares to break in, I dare to bump him."

Regarding the arrest of Zhong Wenze and his party, the police actually did not have much evidence in their hands, and they all believed what George said.

George swore that they decided to have something to do with the shooting, and they would be right if they took them home and compared their fingerprints with those on the gun.

and so.

Faced with George's swearing assurance, Sergeant Pete, who was eager for merit, immediately drove out to arrest people.

The reason why they dare to be so unscrupulous is actually another reason: because none of these people's faces are white enough.

it's here.

Human rights and freedom are also relative terms.

The face is too dark or too yellow, in the eyes of those with pale faces, they are not qualified to talk about it.

"Xiaoxi."

George looked at the taillights of the police car going away, and the smile on his face became stronger again: "How can you stay with these criminals?"

"But it's okay, I've helped you deal with them."

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He stepped forward and reached out to grab Cheng Xiaoxi's hand: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"roll!"

Cheng Xiaoxi stared at George furiously, and said word by word: "Grass your mama!"

"you!"

George's expression changed, and he stared at her coldly.

"Grass! Your! Mama!"

Cheng Xiaoxi backed away, and cursed forcefully:

"Grass!"

"your!"

"mama!"

"Grass!"

George cursed angrily, stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Xiaoxi's arm.

"Come!"

The owner of the funeral home turned back from the house with a powerful voice: "Go one step further and try!"

In his hand, he was holding an M16 rifle, and the muzzle of the gun was directly on George's forehead: "Illegal intrusion, I will kill you on the spot!"

"Grass!"

George's body froze in place, staring furiously at the undertaker, but there was nothing he could do.

Under the pressure of the muzzle, he dared not advance half a point.

In this place where guns are legal, if the other party really shoots him to death, it is really useless.

"very good!"

George gave the boss a deep look, and let go of Cheng Xiaoxi's hand: "You can't escape."

Done.

He turned around resentfully, got in the car and left.

"Xiaoxi, these few friends of yours."

The boss looked at George's car helplessly: "I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to handle."

He had just sent Xiaohui away for them, so why didn't he know that there must be something wrong with this matter, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen to sneak over at night.

"I'll find a way."

Cheng Xiaoxi looked firmly at the direction where Zhong Wenze and his party disappeared: "I believe they will handle this matter well."

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Police station.

After Sergeant Pete arrested Zhong Wenze and the others, he didn't even ask any questions, just collected the fingerprints of several people and went out.

His purpose is also very clear, that is, to compare directly, without any other means, everything else is easy to say with fingerprints.

For this matter, he specially asked colleagues in relevant departments to work overtime, in order to handle this matter overnight.

The comparison results will come out soon.

Very surprised.

The fingerprints extracted from the firearms did not match any of the four of them.

As early as the beginning.

Zhong Wenze used the fingerprint film he specially prepared for several people, leaving fingerprints on the firearms on purpose.

The fingerprints are correct, but not theirs.

Sergeant Pete's expression immediately dropped when he saw this result.

The person caught the wrong one.

Then the matter of the shooting has to be shelved for later.

at the same time.

George once again sent a message to Sheriff Pete's house.

What George meant was: It doesn't matter if the fingerprints on the gun are theirs or not, the point is that you already have their fingerprints, right?

After Ma Zai finished delivering the message, he reached out and opened the suitcase he was carrying, turned around and pushed it in front of Pete.

It was filled with a box full of dollars.

"Go back and tell George, I know what's on my mind."

Sergeant Pete smiled and stretched out his hand to press the suitcase back and cover it: "People leave, money stays."

The next day.

Sergeant Pete threw the compared fingerprint data in front of Zhong Wenze: "The fingerprints on the gun match your fingerprints exactly."

"The evidence is convincing, so you don't need to quibble anymore, just explain your crime process and motives."

"can."

Zhong Wenze nodded, looked up at the only monitor above his head, and then looked at the police officers beside Sergeant Pete:
"Let them go out, and I will explain to you alone."

"A good explanation."

"Okay."

Sergeant Pete nodded indifferently, ordered the police officer to go out, and closed the door by the way.

In the police station, and Zhong Wenze is still in handcuffs, what else can he do?
Zhong Wenze looked at the closed gate, then at Sergeant Pete, stood up, came to the corner of the surveillance camera, and stood casually against the wall.

"You come."

Zhong Wenze looked at him with a smile: "I will perform a magic trick for you."

"Ah!"

Sergeant Pete snorted coldly, and strode over.

Get flustered.

He's in handcuffs.

next second.

Sheriff Pete's eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound!
The handcuffs that Zhong Wenze was wearing were suddenly broken in front of his eyes.

Yes.

The chain connecting the middle is broken!

The seamless handcuffs made of alloy are just like that, broken!

Just fucking outrageous!
He froze for a second.

Sergeant Pete subconsciously reached for the pistol in the holster on his waist.

As soon as the palm touched the holster, it could no longer move.

Zhong Wenze grabbed his arm touching the gun with his right hand, and firmly suppressed his arm, making it difficult to move.

left hand.

The thumb and index finger were spread wide, clasped tightly on his neck, pinched hard to lock his throat.

Zhong Wenze looked at him with a smile, and said lightly: "Did this magic trick of mine make you feel surprised and unbelievable?"

"you you!"

Sergeant Pete's face flushed, and the pressure from his neck made him feel difficult to breathe and full of oppression.

"The most vulnerable part of the human body is the throat!"

Zhong Wenze looked at Sergeant Pete, with the same smile on his face, and spoke fluent English, as if he was doing science popularization:
"I just need to squeeze my fingers lightly, and your throat will be broken!"

"You will die afterward."

"Do you believe it or not?"

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The strength of his fingers also increased a bit.

"What do you want to do!"

Sergeant Pete's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he grabbed Zhong Wenze's hand and tried to resist, but to no avail: "You are fucking crazy!"

"tsk tsk"

Zhong Wenze ignored him, and said to himself, "It's a pity that there is no death penalty in New York."

"Kill you, do you think the death penalty will be restarted because of you? After all, you are a policeman!"

"exactly!"

Sergeant Pete nodded quickly and said, "Don't be impulsive."

"Forget it, you should still die."

Zhong Wenze shook his head disapprovingly, and sighed: "Anyway, I have already shot and killed so many gang members, so I don't care if you are one more?"

(End of this chapter)