I come from the abyss

Leaving Bolan Street, Cheng Bei said from the driver's seat, "I know the man mentioned in the Buddha script."

Huo Wenying took out a lighter from the glove box, lit a cigarette and took a puff: "He wants us to show our sincerity, as long as his massage parlor is open as usual, he doesn't care how the matter is resolved. Besides, someone specially said hello and forced Heji to take action. .”

"You mean the number gang? There are people from the number gang on the police side? The police and gangsters cooperate to force Heji to take action. Once it makes a move, it will be cleaned up. Is that what it means?"

"Someone wants to mess up the underworld in Hong Kong City."

"What is the purpose?"

"I don't know yet." Huo Wenying opened the car window, cigarette smoke wafted out, and shook the ash, he said: "I have found out in advance, that person is a flirtatious guy who cheats on marriage, but he loves his daughter very much. You can Start here, coerce and lure, whichever method is useful, anyway, you are familiar with it.”

"To implicate the innocent?"

"Why is brother still so kind?" Huo Wenying sneered, staring at the scenery passing by outside the car window, he couldn't help sighing and compromised: "Isn't it enough to find a way to trick my daughter into a free concert? Young people nowadays Very rebellious, not contacting family members for three days and two nights is common."

Cheng Bei glanced at Huo Wenying, pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "Got it."

Huo Wenying: "Wait until all the bergamot stores open successfully, and then find some helpers to destroy the place. The water needs to be muddied, and the loaches will come out."

***

Cheng Bei's work efficiency is very high, and the internal staff of Uncle Wen's dozen of massage parlors were closed under the pretext of failing to pass the fire department. The internal staff were too frightened to pass Uncle Wen's application for opening a shop if they couldn't survive for 24 hours.

At eight o'clock in the evening of the second day, Huo Wenying received a call from Uncle Wen praising him for his high efficiency. As for the cooperation between Hutchison and Xiangyang Group, he wanted to push it out of his own mind, but the veterans in the club didn't want to take too many risks.

"It's better to do less illegal activities. Everyone hopes to enjoy their old age in peace, without the hard work they did when they were young."

In the final analysis, there are still not enough chips.

"I understand. It's just that I think that any group needs fresh blood in the later stage of development. When people get old and don't work hard, just change to another batch. Besides, Uncle Wen, you are not good. You are in your prime. By the way," Huo Wenying changed the subject : "Recently, the news has mentioned the Hong Kong government's plan to reclaim land from the sea. It seems that various districts are preparing to hold demonstrations and protests. If they are handled properly, they may stand out from this incident and enter the district council smoothly."

There was a long silence in that room, and Uncle Wen's calm voice came: "I have thought about your proposal carefully, and it does make sense."

Huo Wenying: "It's good if you can think so. Have morning tea together some other day?"

Uncle Wen immediately agreed: "Okay."

After a few words of pleasantries, they hung up the phone, and during the time they were talking, Cheng Bei led a group of gangsters into the Hutchison club site, smashed massage parlors, KTVs, casinos and karaoke bars, and even broke into a karaoke bar on Bolan Street. They set fire until the sound of fire and police sirens came from far to near, and the group of people quickly retreated like flowing water.

Come and go is well-trained, with a clear goal, and it is clear that he is coming for He Ji.

In Hong Kong, even the police dare not blatantly attack Hutchison. The only opponents are Number Gang and Xinji, but the latter has no conflict of interest with Hutchison.

The members of the gang were furious, and the elders were even more furious, vowing to take revenge, but Fashou Wen felt that something was wrong, and there was no reason for the number gang to suddenly go to war against He Ji at this time.

When he expressed his doubts, a veteran in the room tried his best to suppress his anger like an angry bull and said, "No reason? Can't you see how many customers and markets were robbed a while ago? Dozens of cards under our banner A store that is not allowed to open by the fire protection standard is dead on the street, and it is obvious that it is bought by the number gang, isn't it just to take the opportunity to grab business?"

"He said there is no reason, this is the reason!"

"The store is closed, and customers have no place to go, so they can only go to Heji. I have already inquired about it, and their number of women and followers has doubled! Now that our store is finally open, it is their business!"

The angry elder was emotional, and he used fierce and precise words to provoke the nerves of every member of the society, successfully arousing their anger and speeding up the finalization of the society's counterattack plan.

And the reason why he was extremely angry was because his good-for-nothing son, whose body had been hollowed out by wine and sex, died in this fight.

Bergamot frowned, knowing that persuasion would not work, he was already prepared to wash his hands, the power was handed over, the successor urgently needed good achievements to help him ascend to the throne, he would only support the confrontation between the two societies, so he shut up wisely.

At three o'clock in the morning that night, the Hutchison Club called a group of young men to surround the number gang's current boss Dao Scarying on the street of a bathing center on Bolan Street, and hacked to death two gangsters and one of Dao Scarying's left and right men. On the other hand, Dao Scar Ying only hurt his arm.

At six o'clock in the morning, the last police car whined away, leaving only the cleaners to clean up the grounds.

The morning paper reported the fight, which attracted the attention of a small number of citizens, and more people focused on the interviews in the morning news column about whether land reclamation would affect the economy and the environment.

The rigidity of the Hong Kong city class, economic stagnation, land shortage and other contradictions are deepening day by day, and the internal strife is extremely fierce. This is not the first time that the plan of land reclamation has been proposed. a knife.

Proposals, without exception, are ultimately shelved.

Therefore, concern is nothing more than concern. Citizens do not have much expectation for the land reclamation plan, and it is impossible for truly powerful people to accept the passage of proposals that shake their fundamental interests.

The double-decker bus passed through the bustling street, and the radio hostess reported: "At three o'clock in the morning, a gun fight was found on Bolan Street. Five people were killed and one injured. Residents living nearby are advised to pay attention to safety and close doors and windows... Regarding the November proposal, The most controversial proposal is still the land reclamation plan. Considering factors such as the region, environmental protection, and shipping routes, Mr. Cheng and Mr. Zhou, who advocated the land reclamation plan, proposed reclamation in Tuen Mun South and Tseung Kwan O. At the same time, environmentalists, middle-class people, and populists... have demonstrated in Wan Chai, Admiralty, and Central, or held sit-in demonstrations in the past few days, forcing the Hong Kong government to reject the reclamation plan."

Li Zan was at the end of the second floor of the bus, watching the dense high-rise buildings being left behind one by one. A group of schoolgirls were talking about the concerts of foreign stars in Hong Kong, and the front left was a grandmother who complained about the rise in vegetable prices.

Everyone has their own life, they cannot intuitively discover the turbulent undercurrent, but the undercurrent is closely related to them.

The red double-decker bus passed the St. Mary's Women's Church in Sham Shui Po, and opposite it was a shopping mall building that looked deserted and had a large underground parking lot. The streets came and went in a hurry, and no one looked up at the old-fashioned building. Women's Church.

Li Zan got off the car and walked to the door of the coffee shop he visited yesterday, where Zhao Yanli was waiting for him.

"The security inside is very strict. There are a total of six elevators, four passenger elevators, and two freight elevators. The upper two floors are ordinary parking lots, and the lower two floors are parking lots for guests. Members are required to enter. The entrance is on the second floor. In the southeast direction, there are four gates."

Zhao Yanli wrapped himself up tightly, and handed a piece of paper to Li Zan: "The topographic map I drew overnight, although only half, is enough for you to sneak into the church—"

"Talking about the terrain and guards inside, the first level of checkpoints requires a membership card or employee card, and you can pass the electronic verification. Each door is guarded by a guard to prevent forced entry or other emergencies."

"The six elevators mainly lead to the fifth floor underground, which is the second checkpoint. The surveillance is very strict, and facial and fingerprint recognition are required at the same time. You can't see people, but the people guarding the surveillance are international mercenaries. They have gun."

"have you seen?"

"The driver brother who accompanied me to deliver food has been working for several years. I have seen unexpected accidents. A man sneaked in for some reason and took a woman away. He was found on the way to escape. The mercenary came out and shot him. One head shot."

"The man was headshot and the woman ran away."

After a pause, Zhao Yanli stared straight at Li Zan: "Do you know who that woman is?"

"I know you?" Li Zan raised his eyebrows.

"Cheng Nan, the Cheng Nan who killed Xiang Changrong. Speaking of which, she was not a victim of Qingshan Red House. Xiang Changrong didn't know about another red house in Hong Kong City. They had no grievances at first. Why did Cheng Nan Want to frame Xiang Changrong?" Zhao Yanli murmured to himself: "I thought it was Zhao Jinhong who caused her to be barren, and Xiang Changrong's ruthlessness hurt her, so she took revenge. It was later discovered that she was a victim of the Red Pavilion, and I thought it was She came here for revenge, but in the end, I found out that she and Xiang Changrong's family had no enmity—"

"So why? I still can't figure it out," she continued.

"I didn't know the reason until Lou Ji talked about it. Because the man whose head was shot was her childhood sweetheart, the character was very old-fashioned, and there was a gambling bug in his family, so he sold her. The bamboo horse worked hard to find her and rescue her. He was murdered to death. His heart was ashamed, and his hatred was unsolvable, so he was willing to become a pawn for revenge on Mr. Song."

Zhao Yanli wiped his face vigorously: "Damn it! I thought I was used to the darkness, the dirty, ugly, and evil of human nature, and I would have learned to treat it indifferently, but it turned out that what I saw and heard before was not the same as the real one. The darkness is nothing compared to it, I'm fucking indifferent to human nature!"

Li Zan was a little surprised when he heard the words, Zhao Yanli, who is exquisite and self-interested, also has a time to wake up?

"What's your expression? What do you mean?"

Li Zan shrugged.

Zhao Yanli gritted his teeth: "I used to be that bad?"

"Why do you ask such a question?" Li Zan was surprised: "It seems that you haven't reflected thoroughly enough."

"..." Zhao Yanli realized that her idea of ​​trying to argue against Li Zan was really stupid, so he could only continue in a muffled voice: "After reaching the fifth floor, you have to go through a tunnel and enter the St. Mary's Church. There are six floors above and underground There are also five floors, a total of eleven floors."

"Each level up, the higher the quality of service provided, the more requirements and restrictions there are. The next three floors are storage, kitchen, waiters, security personnel and other residences, which are relatively complicated. I listen to the inside During the chat, the waiter said that in order to protect the privacy of customers, they will provide mask-wearing services. If you see a person wearing a mask, you will have a face in society and you cannot be recognized.”

"Also, there are more mercenaries and surveillance in the church. You can't save them by yourself."

"Don't even think about asking the police for help. You don't know how far you have been infiltrated. It's not that no one has died in these years, and it's not that no one has called the police. There are also women who escaped who were killed alive at the intersection. So many people saw it. Finally Isn't it suppressed quietly?"

"Not to mention the media on Hong Kong Island, they are all lackeys of capital."

"Unless you are killed by a single blow, you must not startle the enemy." Zhao Yanli hesitated for a while, and then persuaded Li Zan: "Why don't you collect evidence first and go back to Yuejiang City to mobilize the police over there to help?"

Li Zan's indescribable expression: "I'm afraid you forgot how to write "one country, two systems."

After being reminded, Zhao Yanli remembered the most difficult issue in this case, one country, two systems, except that national sovereignty cannot be shaken, it cannot interfere in the political affairs of Hong Kong City, unless it cooperates with the local police station, but the police station has been infiltrated, and it is impossible to distinguish loyalty and traitors. How dare you trust your back to them?

"so what should I do now?"

"You just said it very well."

"Which one? One-hit kill?"

"Catch the thief first, catch the king first, and hit the snake seven inches." Li Zan put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin, and the line of his jaw was as smooth as if it had been carefully carved: "Can you recommend it for me? The waiter, the food delivery... …A chef who can flip the spoon is also fine, I should be able to cook.”

"can you cook?"

"Understood, slightly understood."

I haven't done it, but Jiang Heng knows how to cook. He has seen how Jiang Heng cooks.

"Forget it, you might as well go in and apply for a job as a duck."

"Do you still provide this service?"

"Where there is a demand, there is a market. I heard that there is a floor that is specially carved out for ducks."

"Everywhere I put it is the focus. Even if you are a duck, you can be the king of ducks, but being an undercover agent is the most taboo and too much attention. Just introduce me to a job that kills pigs and sweeps the floor."

"..."

Li Zan pulled his lips and smiled, looking out of the corner of his eyes at the coffee shop behind him, the waiter Xiao Zhang stared at them for a long time with no expression on his face, and he didn't tell Zhao Yanli the truth, 'Mr. Song' knew him.

He hated his parents, hated him, and was the only survivor of the cross-country hunt 18 years ago.

So the leader of that group of people, Mr. Song, already regarded killing him as a benchmark for washing away his shame, so that after more than ten years, when Li Zan finally had the opportunity to leave Yuejiang City, he couldn't wait to send people to hunt him down and kill him. his teachers and teammates.

Now that he secretly left Yuejiang City, it will be a matter of time before his whereabouts are exposed, but it can't be now, so it's better to keep a low profile when sneaking into the enemy's base camp.

"Safety is the most important thing, I'm afraid of death." Li Zan said with a smile, his appearance was a bit like Jiang Heng who was about to play tricks.