Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 485
"Ho ho."

Guozilian's body trembled, his lips parted slightly and his throat shivered, and there was a sound of hemoptysis in his throat.

chest.

The gunshot wound was bleeding out, quickly staining his chest red and spreading around.

His eyes were wide open, and he looked at Aaron in disbelief: "Aaron, you."

"What do you think I am following you for?"

Aaron sat slumped on the ground, without any expression on his face: "They gave me a sum of money to keep an eye on you."

"Two or five!"

"you"

Guozilian didn't come up in one breath, and fell to the ground as soon as he straightened up, without a sound.

"unlucky!"

Zhong Wenze frowned and looked at the breathless Chinese character face, and raised the muzzle and pointed it directly at Aaron's head.

Pull the trigger with your fingers.

Aaron is also quite tough.

He raised his neck and squinted at Zhong Wenze: "If you want to kill or cut you, you are not afraid of death, you are not from Hong Kong Island, China."

"Draft Master!"

Zhong Wenze's nose was crooked with anger, but he didn't shoot him to death. He kicked Aaron to the ground with one kick:

"Based on your saying that you are from Hong Kong Island, I will spare your life for the time being, idiot!"

Speaking of it.

Zhong Wenze couldn't hold back and smiled.

Angry.

Laughing and angry.

Countless.

Ignore Aaron's attack on the street. Seeing that there is no threat, the black hand is quite ruthless.

But if you want to say that he is very aggressive, you can't say that.

after all.

He has a heart.

The three views are quite upright.

Forget it.

Just for the five words of Chinese Hong Kong Islanders, Zhong Wenze decided to spare his life.

"Using other people's money to do things for others."

Aaron was like a stunned young man, and said very stubbornly: "Don't think that if you don't kill me, I will say, ask me, I don't know anything."

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze raised his foot and kicked him on the head again: "You are so fucking moral!"

Seeing him like this, he was really determined not to speak.

Just now.

Several police cars drove over quickly in the distance.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

There was a sudden sound of brakes.

The police car screeched to a stop and quickly surrounded the scene, led by Song Zijie Azu.

Three or two guys came up and held Aaron down, and the rest of them quickly checked the situation on the scene.

"Brother Ze!"

Azu rushed to Zhong Wenze's side, looked at the blood-stained white shirt: "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

While speaking, he looked up and down Zhong Wenze's body, looking for wounds: "Call Bai Che, Bai Che!"

Fangcai.

After the assault vehicle took Zhong Wenze away, Superintendent Huang signaled them to drive behind and wait for his next command at any time.

Unexpectedly, I was thrown off by the assault car at the traffic light at the intersection halfway, and followed immediately after hearing the gunshots.

"No need, call a black car, I'm fine."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, signaling him not to be nervous: "My arm is scratched, the rest is fine."

"That's good."

Azu was relieved after hearing this, and understood what happened just now under Zhong Wenze's simple description.

While listening, Azu came to the rear of the assault vehicle and probed inside to check the situation.

The small assault vehicle was already covered in bullet holes.

Broken car windows, shards of glass scattered all over the floor, blood flowing red on the ground, dented iron sheets of the car body, and corpses that were beaten into a sieve.

The tragic situation on the scene can already make people imagine the scene of the fierce gun battle in the car at that time.

"hiss"

The more Azu looked, the more his scalp became numb, and he shook his head again and again: "Brother Ze, how did you escape with all your body in such a small space?"

Although he couldn't know what happened in the car at that time, everything in front of him told him:

To be able to survive, this is more than heaven-defying strength and luck.

and.

It must be luck and strength that are incomparably against the sky.

"Meet the brave to win on the narrow road!"

Zhong Wenze squinted his eyes wrapped in a cigarette, and glanced at the situation at the scene: "Ajie, you stay and clean up the scene, and write a case report as soon as possible."

"And this Aaron, let's see if I can pry his mouth open. I'll go first. I'm covered in blood. It's unlucky."

"it is good."

Song Zijie made an OK gesture and directed his staff to clean up the scene.

this case.

Very strange.

after the shooting.

Whether it was Gui Lao or Chief Superintendent Wu and the others, the center of the two whirlpools remained silent in a tacit understanding.

As for the case report made by Song Zijie and the others on the on-site investigation: the senior inspector of Pat Heung, Guozilian, avenged his personal revenge, forged case evidence in an attempt to shoot and kill Zhong Wenze, a trainee inspector of the Saigon Division.

The ghost chose to remain silent.

For such an important case, the superior also uncharacteristically chose to ignore it and let the Saigon Division handle it on its own.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Chief Superintendent Wu and Chief Superintendent Guan also chose to stop.

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Two days later.

Saigon Police Station.

"Ajay."

Zhong Wenze flicked his bandaged right hand, and took a puff of a cigarette between his fingers: "Has that Aaron let go?"

"No."

Song Zijie shook his head: "This kid has a hard mouth. According to him, he saw Guozilian and shot you. He shot Guozilian first and killed you. He even protected you."

"For this shooting case, he said that he didn't know anything about it, and he was completely kept in the dark by an outsider."

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze was amused by Aaron's oral supply, this kid is quite shameless.

"How about this."

Zhong Wenze gave the final order, and said casually with a wave of his hand: "It's fine if he doesn't speak, and there's no need to waste time on him."

"Not interrogating him?"

Song Zijie frowned when he heard the words: "Brother Ze, he is the only clue, we have to pry his mouth open, we can't just let it go."

He is quite angry now, and he speaks very fast: "Damn it, the ghost is getting more and more straightforward now."

"Everyone directly takes you away and shoots you. We are fine this time. Who can guarantee what will happen next time?"

"Must teach them a lesson on this, damn it!"

"All right!"

Zhong Wenze flicked the cigarette ash with a smile, bared his teeth and teased: "I have a deep understanding of this matter, and I have my own method of operation."

"What is this Aaron, let him go, don't hold him accountable, just follow his confession."

"what!?"

Song Zijie's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhong Wenze in disbelief: "Brother Ze, you want to let this kind of person go? You must convict him and send him to prison."

He was extremely puzzled.

Zhong Wenze is not a mother-in-law either. Aaron must have been an actual accomplice in this shooting of Zhong Wenze.

Why do you want to let him go?

According to Aaron's confession, the shooting should be credited to him for protecting Zhong Wenze.

"Let it go."

Zhong Wenze affirmed again earnestly: "This kid is a stunned young man, how should I put it, he has a reckless spirit in him."

"This kind of person may come in handy in the follow-up, so it's decided, there's no need to talk about it."

Speaking of it.

His fingers flicking the cigarette ash paused, and he directly stifled it in the ashtray with his backhand. He crushed it vigorously with his fingertips, and the cigarette shattered and shredded tobacco fell:

"Since we can't take down Guilo Baoli head-on, then we don't need formal means."

Zhong Wenze's tone was a bit colder, and his eyes flickered fiercely: "That's good, doesn't he like to play dirty? I'll play with him."

next second.

Zhong Wenze's expression returned to calm again, and he looked at Song Zijie calmly: "By the way, did the guys who followed you find anything new?"

"No."

Song Zijie shook his head and sighed: "As before, Guilo Baoli's trajectory is still the same as before, without any changes."

"We speculate that he may have a second residence, but we haven't seen him go there, and have been living in the villa all the time."

"alright."

Zhong Wenze rubbed his face, stood up from his seat, and shook his bandaged arm:
"I'm a little curious about the mystery of his villa."

As he spoke, he began to peel off the bandage wrapped around his arm:
"Tonight, isn't Guilo Baoli going to participate in a round? Just in time, let's take this opportunity to visit his house."

The wrapped bandage peeled off, revealing the muscular muscles inside, and the original wound scratched by the bullet had healed.

"tsk"

Zhong Wenze reached out and touched the intact skin on his arm, and couldn't help sighing:
"It's the man who cheated. It's only been two days, and the wound that was originally peeled off has healed."

My own healing ability is so strong, I still have to attribute it to the system.

"hiss"

Song Zijie looked at Zhong Wenze's completely healed arm, first took a breath, and then he recovered as before.

Zhong Wenze brought too many accidents to himself, and he is no longer surprised by them:

"I'm going to get ready now."

After speaking, he was ready to go down.

"what to prepare?"

Zhong Wenze rolled his eyes angrily: "We are going to visit the chief superintendent's house, what do you want to do? Are you planning to attack the widow's village at night?"

"..."

Song Zijie pursed his lips, that was a grievance.

Yes.

It is the night attack on the chief superintendent's house that needs to be prepared.

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eight pm.

Ghost Villa.

Zhong Wenze and Song Zijie drove into the villa area.

This is a high-end villa area. When they entered, they had to register the unit number of the villa rented next door for stalking, so they were allowed to pass.

"There's no one in there right now."

Song Zijie raised his hand and looked at his watch: "According to the progress of his dinner tonight, I guess he won't be back until ten o'clock."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze lowered the car window, sucked on the cigarette butt vigorously, and squinted into the villa.

The light in the villa room is dark, the yard is lit, the gate is closed, and it is very quiet.

"Sir Zhong, Sir Song."

The guy in charge of tracking came out from the opposite villa, came to the car and greeted them:

"There is no one else in the villa, so you can go in with confidence."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhong Wenze nodded: "Just wait."

He opened the car door and got out of the car, dropped his cigarette butt and walked quickly, circling around the left side of the fence.

Using both feet to accelerate, he rushed over in three or two steps, using both hands and feet, climbed up the big shade tree next to the fence, jumped into the yard with one step, rolled on the spot, and landed smoothly after releasing the inertial force.

The whole process only takes a few seconds, and the action is done in one go.

"This"

The guy who hadn't had time to leave saw Zhong Wenze who disappeared like a black shadow in an instant, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, dumbfounded:

"Is this the skill of Zhong Sir?"

They are just peripheral guys, they just heard that Zhong Wenze is good at it, but they have never seen it.

With regard to the set of operations just now, if it were me, it would be difficult to enter the yard, let alone so quickly.

"What's this."

Song Zijie is still not surprised, ever since he witnessed Zhong Wenze's operation of flying over the eaves and climbing the third floor with his bare hands, Song Zijie has already watched it.

Don't judge Zhong Wenze with the skills of normal people.

He calmly took out a cigarette: "Look at it and learn from it. It's definitely right to hang out with Sir Zhong."

in the villa.

After Zhong Wenze landed, he patted the dirt on his trouser legs, took out the shoe covers in his trouser pockets to put them on, and walked inside with big strides.

He stretched out his hand to push open the sliding French window, and stepped in.

It was very quiet in the lobby.

Only a few ambient lights give off a weak light, barely illuminating the aisle.

Zhong Wenze was about to go inside.

suddenly.

There seem to be two shiny things in the position of the sofa.

immediately.

He took out the bright flashlight in his hand and shone it.

It's a dog.

black dog.

It looks like a bulldog, but its physique is obviously several times bigger than the pet bulldogs in his impression.

A body of muscles looks very strong.

This bulldog is Gordon, the guard dog raised by Guilo Baoli. At the moment, it is sitting cross-legged on the sofa, staring straight at Zhong Wenze.

Its mouth was open, its long tongue was flowing out with saliva, a low voice came out of its throat, and a fierce light flashed in the dog's eyes staring at Zhong Wenze.

"Look at what."

Zhong Wenze didn't think much about it, and directly moved the light away: "I will stew you and eat dog meat."

"Wang Wang!"

Gordon yelled twice, jumped up from the sofa, landed in a leap, and his flesh trembled a few times.

After it landed at a non-stop speed, it rushed towards Zhong Wenze directly. The sharp teeth in the opened dog's mouth were exposed, and it directly bit at Zhong Wenze's thigh.

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze cursed in a low voice, noticing the faint sound of breaking wind behind him, he dodged sideways on the spot.

The bulldog Gordon saw that he was in the air, adjusted his body and was about to bite again, when his neck was suddenly grabbed by a pair of big hands, and then he fell to the ground.

"Get down for me!"

Zhong Wenze raised his big fist and smashed it down on the bulldog's head.
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Ten p.m.

Goblin Paulie is back home.

During the dinner tonight, he drank a little too much, entered the room in a daze, and turned on the light in the hall:
"Gordon Gordon!"

After shouting twice, the bulldog didn't come out to meet him.

"Dead dog!"

Baoli muttered in a low voice: "I didn't come back at night, so you went to sleep?!"

He kicked off his shoes and went up the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

open the door.

Baoli didn't turn on the light either, and walked in with ease, lifted the quilt and lay down directly.

"Ok?"

Baoli muttered, feeling the stickiness coming from under his body, and then reached out to touch the sheet.

Slimy.

At this moment.

There was also an extremely strong stench in his nostrils.

"Grass!"

Baoli cursed angrily, thinking that Gordon had pissed and shitted on the bed, and pressed the bedside lamp angrily: "Gordon, fuck you"

Light.

Baoli looked at the scene on the bed, his whole body trembled, his buttocks could not sit firmly, and he rolled over from the bed, fluttering on the ground several times before he stabilized his figure.

He, who was still alcoholic, was sweating profusely on his forehead, and he was mostly sober.

Bed.

Gordon's dog's head was lying on his bed, missing from the neck down, and those eyes seemed to be looking at Pauly.

The original white bed sheet had already been stained transparent with dog blood, it was extremely scarlet.

Look at the wall again.

On the original white wall, there are a few flying Chinese characters, which are very ornamental.

These words were written in dog's blood, they were very big and glaring.

The dog blood has dried and is dark red and black.

"The next one here is your dog's head!"

(End of this chapter)