Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 470

"I'll give you one more chance."

Zhong Wenze looked at the taxi driver expressionlessly, and said calmly: "You say now, I will ask Bai Che to take you to the hospital for gastric lavage."

The taxi driver didn't speak, his head was bowed, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he was clutching his stomach and wailing in pain.

The screams coming from the depths of his heart were extremely miserable, and the two police officers facing the wall couldn't help but shuddered, and subconsciously looked back at Zhong Wenze.

My goodness.

In their eyes, Zhong Sir, who was always gentle and polite, became so ruthless when he became irritable.

"It's a good thing I didn't offend Zhong Wenze before, otherwise, wouldn't it be if he punished himself."

Thinking of this in their hearts, the two police officers simply turned around and left, not even daring to stand aside.

"Azu, pour coffee!"

Seeing that the taxi driver was silent, Zhong Wenze let out a low voice and walked around again clutching the scissors on the table:

"Since you don't say it, I'll let you drink until you say it!"

"If you have the ability, don't even mention it if you drink to death!"

talking room.

Zhong Wenze grabbed the driver's hair with his left hand, pulled his head up, and opened and closed the sharp scissors.

"Shin"

A lock of hair was easily cut off by the scissors close to the scalp, and the sound of cutting came to the driver's ears, like a death talisman.

Between three and two.

Zhong Wenze had already re-made a cup of coffee with extra ingredients, swung the cup to sink the floating hair, and stared at the middle-aged man.

His eyes flickered, catching the middle-aged expression all the time, not letting go of any subtle changes in expression.

only.

Apart from pain, the expression on the middle-aged man's face at this moment actually has an attitude of resignation to death and heroic sacrifice, without any meaning of fear.

That expression seemed to say again: Come on, if you kill me, I won't even say it if you kill me, you fucker.

That attitude seems to really want to fight with himself to the end, and take this matter to the death.

If he doesn't speak, is Zhong Wenze really going to kill him?
Certainly not.

Zhong Wenze is a good policeman who serves the people. He has always convinced people with virtue, so how could he fight and kill casually?

Of course.

If the middle-aged man can be found out who is behind the instructions by killing the middle-aged man, then the middle-aged man will already be on the street by now.

Cough
for a short period of time.

Zhong Wenze's thoughts were fast, and he quickly summed up in his heart.

This middle-aged man looks like he is 35 or [-]. How come he looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old panic-stricken, which is beyond his expectation.

Not afraid of toughness at all.

Middle-aged people are typically brainwashed by clubs. They don't have any fear at all, and they don't have any brains at all.

No matter what industry, the most feared is this kind of person.

Zhong Wenze's eyeballs rolled, it seems that using strong methods won't work.

Maybe this guy is really reckless and doesn't say a word.

If he continued to torture him, he was afraid that it would be difficult to get the answer he wanted, so Zhong Wenze temporarily decided to change his strategy.

"friend."

Zhong Wenze's expression was calm, while shaking the coffee cup in his hand, he whispered softly, as if he was talking to his friend:
"Persist for a while, hold on for a while, and someone will come and bail you out. After you get out, your reputation in the circle will increase in an instant."

"Look, you almost killed the chief director of the ICAC with your car, and faced the police's interrogation, you just gritted your teeth and didn't reveal a word. You are simply a model in the industry, so majestic!"

He put the coffee in his hand aside, picked up the cigarette on the table to light one, squinted at the middle-aged man and continued:
"If I were you, then I would be able to call myself a master after I go out. Who would dare to disobey me for Duowei's deeds?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help showing a smug expression when he saw Zhong Wenze's sudden change of subject:
"Zhong Wenze, you are playing wildly, so you know all the tricks in the club so well?"

Zhong Wenze's sudden turning point seems to have a bit of condescending meaning in it, and the trace of fear that the middle-aged people had originally disappeared.

Paused.

He snorted coldly, and said very firmly: "It's good that you are clear, I will leave my words here today, either you kill me, or wait to let me out!"

This time when the car hit Li Guosheng, basically no one in the community dared to take over the task after it was announced.

after all.

The target of the attack was a chief investigator in the ICAC, and it was not a small matter to drive him to death.

at this time.

The middle-aged stood up and took over the task.

His idea is what Zhong Wenze said:
I have been in the club for so long, but I have not been able to get along. Now that I am in my 30s, it is definitely useless to want to be a big brother and lead others.

And this task just happened to be an opportunity, and by taking advantage of this incident, his status could quickly rise.

After doing this vote, the association will guarantee itself to come out, and then the status will be there. Isn't this what the association talks about.

Whoever dares to do something that others dare not do, then he will be prestige, and he will be able to rise to the top.

That's exactly what happened.

The middle-aged driver took over the task.

But
"Friend, you can do it, you have backbone."

Zhong Wenze was not at all angry because of what the middle-aged man said, but gave him a thumbs up, and followed the conversation: "But."

"but?"

The middle-aged man saw that Zhong Wenze stopped talking, and couldn't help asking subconsciously, "But what?"

"Have you ever thought about a question?"

Zhong Wenze got off the donkey, and immediately replied: "It must have been an hour since I have been engaged in hairpin work?"

"But, has the person who bailed you come? You are almost killed by me, and I haven't seen anyone bring a lawyer to bail you."

"Oh! Useless!"

The middle-aged man sneered and curled his lips in disdain, his eyes full of wisdom: "Don't try to drive me apart, I'll tell you what's useless."

"Your method of alienation is about the same as deceiving a three-year-old child. It can't deceive me."

"Distant?"

When Zhong Wenze said this, his tone suddenly became higher, and he glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain, full of sarcasm:

"Now I finally know why you have been in the club for so many years, but you can't get along at this age."

"Because you have no brains."

Zhong Wenze spoke very fast, and did not give the middle-aged man a chance to defend himself: "Didn't you discover a key factor in this incident?"

"Your boss gave you the order to kill Director Li, right? But is Director Li dead now?"

He spread his hands and showed a regretful expression: "Unfortunately, Director Li is not dead, he was only seriously injured, and has been rescued by the hospital now."

Zhong Wenze noticed the hesitant expression change on the middle-aged expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he sat on the desk with his buttocks lifted, and stepped on the chair with his feet, condescending, and the role changed:

"The task I gave you was to kill Director Li, but you didn't kill him. Why did I come to bail you out?"

"Besides, with a mindless idiot like you, even if you kill someone, there's no need for me to protect you again!"

Zhong Wenze started to use his words sharply, and said with a look of disdain: "A person like you, if you want to have no brains, no skills, what am I going to do with you? It's just a one-time tool."

"I bother!"

The middle-aged man became angry from embarrassment, and cursed with a face of disbelief: "Fuck your mother!"

"You are not convinced that you are not worthy of being a boss?"

Zhong Wenze sneered, and looked at the middle-aged man with a haughty face: "In terms of skill, do you have it?"

"When you are middle-aged, you can't help yourself. You don't have any capital to play. Add to that the profligacy when you were young, is your body okay?"

"Now I'll give you a knife, so you can't cut people down, right? Still thinking of pushing you to be the boss? What do you think?"

The middle-aged man's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to refute, but there was no more to say, and he couldn't speak.

Because what Zhong Wenze said was the truth, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Let's talk about work, are you okay?"

Zhong Wenze took a strong puff of the cigarette, and spit out a slender puff of smoke on the middle-aged face, slapping him on the face:

"I asked you to kill Director Li. You didn't kill anyone the first time, but if you were more ruthless and hit him again with your backhand and killed him directly, that also shows that you acted recklessly."

"But you didn't. With these two points, do you think you deserve to be a big boss?"

"I"

The middle-aged subconsciously opened his mouth.

Then he was speechless again.

There is no more text.

Because he was surrounded by so many people and he was too nervous, he really didn't dare to make up the knife.

"You are not worthy of being a big boss. You say that there are so many people like you in the society. Which boss would spend a lot of money to protect you?"

Zhong Wenze looked at the middle-aged man who gradually began to hesitate along with his topic mentality, and continued to make up for it.

"Ugh"

He shook his head with a sigh, and said with a sigh: "Actually, I also feel sorry for you. You are alone at such an old age, and you can't accomplish anything."

"I can understand your eagerness to get ahead, but you are so naive."

"Why am I so naive!"

The middle-aged man is already extremely unconfident at the moment, and he can't wait to find his home in Zhong Wenze's place:

"I am fierce. I dare to do things that others dare not do. At that time, when I heard that I was going to kill the chief director of the ICAC, no one dared to speak up, and I was the only one who dared. Let me ask, who would not accept me when I went out? "

"Crazy line!"

Zhong Wenze rolled his eyes angrily: "You are a typical idiot, you have no brains at all, do you watch too many gangster movies?"

He sighed repeatedly and shook his head, took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling: "Who told you that anyone in the club who dares to do things that others dare not do can convince my younger brother?"

"It's all staged in gangster movies, silly!"

"Yes, it is necessary to be fierce in the club, but those who are favored by the big boss are all able to fight, resist and have brains. Which one is not the kind of character who hits five or ten?"

Zhong Wenze looked at the middle-aged man with disdain, shook his head and clapped his hands: "Look at you again, what do you look like?"

"..."

The middle-aged was a little speechless.

After being scolded so firmly by Zhong Wenze, the whole person lost confidence in an instant.

"People like you are meant to be sold out, those cannon fodder characters in gangster movies who can't survive three seconds before the camera flashes!"

Zhong Wenze spoke like a machine gun, and began to output: "Your boss is lying to you, lying to you as cannon fodder!"

The middle-aged man's face flushed red, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

I was annoyed by Zhong Wenze's words.

Because what Zhong Wenze said is very true.

"You helped him kill Director Li, and he got the money from the benefactor, so that's the end of the matter. As for your life and death, it has nothing to do with him."

"You foolishly gave him a secret. Once you bite to death and don't speak, you go to prison, and the person he arranged to go to prison that night will kill you and silence you."

"I still protect you? What are you thinking?!"

"impossible!"

When the middle-aged man heard Zhong Wenze's last words, he subconsciously opened his mouth to refute: "Impossible, we and the Liansheng people are the most loyal."

"It's not just the little brothers below us who speak nicely and show loyalty, but the bosses above are even more loyal. It's impossible to be like what you said."

"Impossible, impossible!"

He shook his head repeatedly, and directly refused to communicate with Zhong Wenze.

"And Liansheng?"

Zhong Wenze narrowed his eyes, but he caught the key word: "Heliansheng? Heishhuihui 2, peace is the most important?"

He quickly replayed it in his mind.

He is familiar with this plot.

He Liansheng should be regarded as the oldest gangster club on Hong Kong Island.

The middle-aged man realized that he had slipped his mouth, so he quickly shut up and ignored Zhong Wenze.

"Speaking of morality?"

Zhong Wenze raised his head and laughed loudly, as if he had heard a big joke, he took the initiative to say: "In the current state of you and Liansheng, you tell me that everyone in you is loyal?!"

"what?"

The middle-aged driver who didn't deserve to have a name was subconsciously stunned when he heard Zhong Wenze's words.

"I'm familiar with Liansheng. Soon, your biennial election of the person in charge will be held soon."

Zhong Wenze let out a puff of smoke and talked eloquently, before opening his mouth: "According to the current trend, your current manager, Le Shao, is probably not so willing to give up his position. He wants to be re-elected."

"I guess he will try to persuade you and Liansheng's uncles to support him and make an exception for his re-election."

"It's just that he didn't succeed."

Zhong Wenze sneered: "What are you guys?" He scratched his hair and recalled: "Jimmy, yes, that Jimmy, his business is getting bigger and bigger now, and he is very likely to be in the position."

"Young Master Le wants to take the position, but the older generation finds someone else. Doesn't this conflict arise?"

"Where there is conflict, there will be struggle. Where there is struggle, there will be intrigue. If there is intrigue, people will die. Are you telling me about loyalty?"

Under Zhong Wenze's series of words, the eyes of the middle-aged man gradually widened, his eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, his mouth was slightly opened and moved slightly.

It is clear.

He wanted to say shit but couldn't.

"And that who."

The corner of Zhong Wenze's mouth twitched slightly, and he tapped his fingers on the table: "Awu, yes, it's that Awu."

"Ah Wu, don't you all call him Brother Jiaqian?"

"In his eyes, people who recognize money but not people, this kind of person, you tell me loyalty?"

"Humph!"

"Waiting for this group of loyal brothers to rescue you? Naive."

Zhong Wenze stopped talking when he clicked.

(End of this chapter)