The real name of "Bodhisattva Quan" is Guo Weiquan. He is 45 years old and is in charge of patrol tasks in Yau Tsim Mong District. He has three ranks, that is, police chief.
At the age of twenty-five, he abandoned his wife and son and came to Hong Kong by swimming in pig urine. He started patrolling the streets and worked hard for twenty years to become a police sergeant. His life was very inspiring. My three major hobbies are drinking tea, reading newspapers, and buying horse racing tickets. The mantra I often talk about in life is: "Go to work safely and get home safely." He is smooth and worldly in his work, and does not offend anyone. He pleases both sides, so he is There is the nickname "Bodhisattva Power".
Today, Bodhisattva Quan continues his idle life in the office, putting his feet on the table, shaking his legs, biting his pen, and continues to study the "Horse Sutra" published by "Happy Forest"---I am forty-five years old, and I will continue to work for a few more years. He was about to retire, so he didn't want to be so desperate. Unexpectedly, a call came to his office, saying that there was a shootout at the Golden Hook Casino on Saigon Street.
What the heck!
Do you want anyone to get off work early?
Bodhisattva Quan was very angry and felt that someone deliberately reported a false alarm. But the other party said that if he didn't call the police, he would complain to major newspapers. Then he would neglect his duties and walk around without food.
Hit your lungs again!
Dare to threaten the police officer?
Bodhisattva Quan's lungs were about to explode with anger, and he wished he could pluck this guy out of the phone line.
In the end, Bodhisattva Quan endured it. Regardless of whether what the other party said was true or false, he still had to leave just to be on the safe side.
So Bodhisattva Quan personally led the team and drove a police car roaring over. Unexpectedly, something really happened and someone died.
Although this era is very chaotic, human lives are at stake. Especially those who work as policemen are most afraid of writing reports. His bald forehead is where he used to write reports.
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Compared with the Bodhisattva, the right is forced to act.
As a fire police officer, Dakoujiu received a tip and took the initiative.
After Hong Kong was invaded by the British, there was no fire-fighting equipment for a long time. Later, in 1904, there was a professional fire-fighting organization called "Fire Candle Hall". There are only five curators in the museum, and they are all foreigners, known as "Huo Zhugui".
Every time there is a fire and you have to rush to rescue, you need to rely on neighborhood volunteers as the main force, and the "Huo Zhugui" is responsible for the command. The fire-extinguishing equipment is a water jet truck that is pressed by manpower, but such a water truck also requires manpower. To push. Because there are more and more buildings, when pushing a water truck to put out a fire, you have to carry a long and heavy ladder with it.
At that time, volunteer firefighters wore tight-fitting black cloth shorts and trousers, bamboo hats, and a badge indicating the store number they belonged to. When dispatched at night, they had to wear a badge indicating the store number. lantern. Soon after, steam pumps became available, and other fire-fighting equipment gradually became mechanized.
In 1911, the first motorcycle fire truck arrived, followed by motorized water pumps, motorized fire ladders, etc., and the professional firefighting team gradually grew. Most of the firefighters were Chinese, but they were still called "Fire Candle Ghosts" .
Da Kou Jiu, as the contemporary "Huo Zhu Gui", is a famous "money-greedy man". His "Dakou" is not only about the big spout of the faucet when putting out fires, but also about his big appetite for making money.
Whenever he encounters a fire, he doesn't immediately arrange for people to rescue him. Instead, he talks to his boss or employer to discuss the numbers and price, and then opens the valve to put out the fire. Otherwise, he will mushroom on the spot and burn it to rubble in the end. He only shot a few times into the fire, and it was worse than just peeing.
Fires don’t happen every day in Hong Kong, and the Dakoujiu team has not generated any revenue for several days.
Unexpectedly, God opened his eyes, and someone actually called the police, saying that there was a fire at the Golden Hook Casino on Sai Kung Street.
God help me!
Casino!
That's a very fat place, why don't you make a lot of money this time?
Immediately, Dakoujiu led a large force and rushed there.
Putting out fires comes next,
Finding money comes first.
I never expected that---
There is no fire,
The murder case was encountered by him.
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Bodhisattva Quan and Dakoujiu are both old-timers among old-timers, and they will never do anything to make them suffer.
When they figured out the situation and found out that Yan Xiong's men killed people in order to collect fees, the two immediately planned to throw away the hot potato.
To whom?
Of course it’s Yan Xiong.
The rules of the world,
Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.
Since it was done by Yan Xiong's subordinates, of course he, the big boss, should handle it.
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West Kowloon Police Station.
"Do you think the handsome guys Xiao and Datou Wen can get their fees back?"
"Take it back! Even Fighting Cock Qiang can't take it back. If they can take it back, I'll write Pihua's name backwards!"
Lai Pihua, Huo Qilin and other five agents discussed.
"Then why does Mr. Yan still want to let them pass?"
"Obviously, you're trying to tease me!" Lai Pihua rolled his eyes, "The handsome boy Xiao Xiao cheated on Master Yan's godson. He thought it was over, but he didn't even think about who Master Yan is? He will be punished!"
"Yes, if you offend Master Yan, you will die!"
"I will shed my skin even if I don't die!"
In addition to sarcasm, everyone's tone also contained a hint of pity.
"Hey, Master Yan's heart is really -----"
"Shut up, don't let Mr. Yan hear you!"
Everyone hurriedly lowered their voices and looked towards the detective's office.
In the office----
Yan Xiong sat on the chair, Douji Qiang stood behind and massaged his shoulders.
"Yes, that's right there! I'm going to die. It hurts so much these days! And my old waist hurts so much these days too!" Yan Xiong squinted his eyes and grinned, his expression both painful and comfortable.
Doujiqiang's wrists were a little sore, but he didn't dare to stop. He said, "Master Yan, you must take good care of your health. Especially since you have recently taken a concubine, you must pay more attention to your health."
"I don't need you to tell me!" Yan Xiong squinted, "I never care about women. Men still have to put their career first! Just talk about you, Aqiang, the one named Ni Lifen at the Lichi Ballroom. From now on, you Do not contact me again..."
"Why?" Doujiang was startled.
"I'm doing it for your own good too! Lifen Bo is so big, and his butt is so upright, he can't feed you enough! Even if he follows you, it will only affect your future! I'm different, I'm old, it doesn't matter!"
The fighting cock stopped.
Yan Xiong opened his eyes and said in a low tone, "Why, you're not happy?"
"Uh, no! I didn't expect you, Mr. Yan, to care about me so much."
"That's right! I'm your boss. If I'm not nice to you, how can I be nice to you?"
"That's right, that's right!" Douji Qiang continued to massage Yan Xiong, but with much greater force.
"Jingle Bell!"
The phone rang on the table.
Yan Xiongyi frowned.
What bothers him the most is being disturbed during massage.
Douji Qiang stepped forward and took off the phone, respectfully handing it to Yan Xiong.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Yan Xiong asked impatiently.
"Ah, what?" Yan Xiong burst into laughter and almost overturned the table.
"Will you tell me one more time?" Yan Xiong's wrists were shaking and his face was livid, Douji Qiang was dumbfounded.
"Fuck you!" Yan Xiong slammed the phone on the ground, his eyes blazing: "Young handsome boy Xiao, are you cheating on me?!"
