Hong Kong film: I have seven capitals, and I have established branches all over the world

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The Judge and the Black Man Tang hid in a forest.

"boom!"

After the gunshot, Mr. Li let out a miserable scream.

A bloody hole appeared on his left thigh.

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the Flying Tigers for arriving right away and injuring you to delay the process."

"Brothers, let's go."

The judge reminded.

Ten minutes later.

Mr. Li was about to fall into coma due to excessive blood loss when Zhou Xingxing arrived with the Flying Tigers.

"Saving Mr. Li is the most important thing."

Zhou Xingxing reminded.

Mr. Li fainted when he saw that he was rescued.

When I woke up, I was already lying on the hospital bed.

"Dad, you're awake!"

Young Master Li, who was sitting beside the bed, said excitedly.

"Have those two gangsters been caught?"

Mr. Li said angrily.

"Originally, the Flying Tigers were going to chase the two gangs of bandits, but when they saw you were losing too much blood, they had to give up the pursuit and save you first."

"Our family's private doctor just said that he needs at least three months of recuperation before he can continue walking."

Young Master Li explained.

"Give me the phone, I want to call the Commissioner of Police..."

Mr. Li was completely furious.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The news that Mr. Li was in a wheelchair spread throughout Hong Kong.

Look, early in the morning.

Mr. Li's arch-enemy Wang Ju was alone in the box, drinking wine and eating braised pig's trotters to celebrate.

After a while.

"Wang Ju, these two gangs of bandits are really powerful!"

"With one shot, the stock market value of Li's Real Estate evaporated by more than 100 billion!"

He Tianci smiled.

"What a pity! Those two gangsters are still soft-hearted. If they could just kill Mr. Li, that would be a real joy!"

"Come on, Tianci, sit down and have a drink with me!"

at the same time!

Inside a fishing boat.

"Judge, the whole of Hong Kong is looking for us now. How are you going to do your next big business?"

Nigger Don asked.

After all, the judge is smarter than him and is born to be the kind of boss who makes money through illegal means.

"Since all the police in Hong Kong are looking for us, I decided to try something big. If it goes well, I can get at least 1 million Hong Kong dollars!"

Suddenly.

"Shit, 100 million Hong Kong dollars, if divided among everyone, there would be 10 or 20 million!"

"With this money, I will build a villa that is better than the village chief's."

The gangster Ajie said excitedly.

"Judge, we will do whatever you say. At most, we will be a brave man again in eighteen years."

Nigger Tang said excitedly.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning.

Real estate developer Mr. Zheng, as usual, sat in his car reading a newspaper on his way to work.

"Mr. Zheng, Sister Mei asked me to remind you about Mr. Li's recent incident. She asked you to take some time to go to the security company and hire some bodyguards..."

The driver Lao He said.

"Amei is good in everything except that she is too talkative."

"I'm usually so low-key, how could the gangsters..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Suddenly, several gangsters wearing pig masks and holding AKs blocked their way from all sides.

The driver, Lao He, asked what to do.

"Although my Rolls-Royce Phantom is bulletproof, I don't dare to bet on whether these bandits have high-explosive mines. I have no choice but to stop the car."

Mr. Zheng explained.

The car just stopped.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom!"

In front of the bulletproof glass window, the judge held a blink and told him to get out of the car immediately.

A few seconds passed.

"My fellow gang members, I have 1000 million Hong Kong dollars in my trunk. Take all of it. I'll treat you to tea."

Mr. Zheng pleaded.

"Fuck, you want to get rid of us with 1000 million Hong Kong dollars?"

"Add another 1 million, or I'll kill you now."

The gangster Shabo shouted while holding an AK.

"I have 1 million Hong Kong dollars, but you don't dare to take the cash check to the bank to exchange it!"

Mr. Zheng explained.

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That's all, Mr. Zheng."

"You wealthy real estate tycoons have plenty of cash."

"Give your driver one hour to go back and get 1 million Hong Kong dollars."

"If you dare not take it, I don't mind leaving a bloody hole on both of your thighs."

After the judge said this, he shot a revolver into his thigh.

"Don't shoot, I'll give you money..."

At this moment, Mr. Zheng was already scared out of his wits and broke out in cold sweats.

All I heard was a "click!"

The gangsters present laughed at the same time.

Because there are no bullets in the revolver!

In order to prevent the police from being called, the judge discussed with the black man Tang and took the three brothers to the Zheng family to ask for a ransom.

"Mr. Zheng, I'm afraid your wife won't believe it, so you have to give her some token of trust, or your wife's nickname, even a pet name will do."

The judge reminded.

"Brother, there's no need to go through so much trouble. I can just make a phone call!"

Mr. Zheng explained.

"Damn it, what if you say some random code on the phone and a large number of police come after you?"

"Now either give me the token or I'll take your finger..."

Nigger Tang shouted.

When Mr. Zheng heard this, he obediently told her about the ordinary-looking watch, as well as his wife's nickname and hobbies.

"Ajie, take your two brothers and follow the judge to Mr. Zheng's house. Remember not to talk too much. Do whatever the judge tells you to do..."

Nigger Tang reminded.

"Okay, Brother Tang."

The confidant Ajie replied.

after an hour.

Inside the hall of Mr. Zheng’s villa.

"1 million in cash, all ready, please let my husband go."

Mrs. Zheng pleaded.

"Don't worry, we are only robbing you of your money, we won't kill you."

"Of course, if you dare to call the police, you will force us into a desperate situation. Will it cost us our lives?"

The judge threatened.

Although the denominations of the 1 million Hong Kong dollars were all 1000-yuan notes, they were packed into eight sacks. It took more than ten minutes to move them all onto the Guangdong-Guangxi troop transport van.

Another hour passed.

Mr. Zheng calmed down after returning home and taking blood pressure-lowering medicine.

"Lao He, how many years have you been with me?"

Mr. Zheng asked.

As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public!

His old friend Mr. Li is an example. The company’s stock lost more than 100 billion Hong Kong dollars in three days!

"Mr. Zheng, I have been with you for 26 years. If you hadn't taken me in, I would have starved to death on the street..."

The driver Lao He replied.

In the early hours of the morning, inside an abandoned warehouse.

"Nigga Tang, according to the agreed rules, each of us will get 5000 million Hong Kong dollars."

The judge said.

"Hahaha, okay."

"Is there any follow-up?"

How could Nigga Tang not be excited?

Robbing a gold shop was too dangerous, so he worked with the judge and made more than 1 million Hong Kong dollars in three days.

"You guys go back to the mainland and rest for a month. I'll contact you once the storm has passed."

The judge replied.