In a dilapidated and unfinished villa, Partridge kicked open the door and walked in carrying two large bags.
"Did you bring the goods?"
Seeing Partridge come in, two middle-aged men who were waiting inside came over to greet him.
"Of course I brought it!"
Partridge put the big bag in his hand on the wooden box in the room, opened one of them, took out a handful of point 38 and showed it off to the two compatriots from the mainland:
"The .38 I have is exactly the same as the one used by foreign merchants. If you want it, it's 700 yuan a handful. It's very cheap. I'll give you a 10% discount."
"If you are not satisfied." Seeing that the two of them were unmoved, Partridge took out another pistol from his bag, shook it, and said, "You are very familiar with this one.
Point four and five are the same as those used in the mainland. If you want one, one thousand and two. "
"Is there anything powerful? We are going to rob a bank. This kind of small thing can't scare the police." Regarding the pistol that Partridge took out, the guy with a deer-headed and rat-like appearance was a little disdainful and wanted a long gun, so he asked .
"A powerful guy, yes, I have everything here." Partridge took out a long gun from his bag with a smile, patted the gun body, and showed off,
"This one I have is amazing. The M16 fully automatic rifle used by the American army has an effective range of 600 meters. The ammunition is M193 bullets. The magazine has 30 bullets. The rate of fire is 750-900 rounds per minute.
As long as the trigger is pulled, more than a dozen rounds of bullets will go out in a flash. When the police see them, they will immediately turn around and run away. When the . bump.
"Can you lie to people? Don't make a joke then." Another man asked.
"Of course!" Partridge pressed the trigger.
"Da da da......"
The sound of gunshots scared two middle-aged men and ran away with their heads in their hands.
"What? There were sounds, flames and even bullet casings bouncing off. You all were shocked when you knew it was fake. Those who didn't know were even scared to death."
Partridge pursed his lips and said: "If you are still not satisfied with this, you can only buy the real thing. The price, let alone this M16, is only .38. You can't take it away without tens of thousands of dollars."
"We want all of this batch of goods." The two buyers looked at each other, nodded, and pointed at the big bag with their hands.
"Okay! Since you want them all, I'll give you a cheaper price, a 20% discount, 77,000, you can take all of this." Seeing that the buyer was generous and the partridge dishes did not include lake, he directly reduced the price. promotion.
"Can!"
The buyer didn’t bargain and just reached for the bag.
"etc!"
Partridge stretched out his hand to stop him.
"What's wrong, Fatty?" asked the guy with a deer head and rat eyes.
"Sorry, cash, no credit, you have to pay to get the goods." Partridge said with a smile.
"We were introduced by Chengshi Mao," the deer-headed and rat-eyed guy reminded.
"It's the same for everyone. Last time he bought a batch of grenades from me, I didn't give a discount. If you want to buy it on credit, don't even think about it. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand." Partridge waved his finger to signal the two of them not to daydream. .
"If we had more than 70,000 yuan, we would still need it to rob a bank."
"Oh, you bought the robbery because you have no money and want to rob. That's easy." Partridge put the bag behind him, then took out two watermelon knives and handed them over:
"The watermelon knife costs fifteen yuan a piece. Buy one and get one free. Use it to practice your skills. If you have money, come to me to buy a gun. If you don't have money, I will give it to you."
"Damn fat man, you must not know how powerful our provincial and Hong Kong soldiers are." Looking at the watermelon knives in their hands, the two men who bought guns wanted to take advantage of them.
"The Provincial and Hong Kong Special Forces are great, but you are not." Partridge shrugged, expressing his contempt for them. Not everyone can be a Provincial and Hong Kong Special Forces. They must not only play with guns but also be able to shoot.
"court death!"
The two men who were buying guns started slashing with watermelon knives. It was obvious that the two men wanted to practice their skills with Partridge before they could formally rob the money.
"boom!"
Partridge kicked the two of them out one by one. It was no different from kicking two chicks easily.
Seeing that the two of them were lying on the ground unable to get up, Partridge put his hands on his hips and said with a grin: "Do you know what I did before becoming a policeman, selling martial arts."
"You, you're a policeman?"
When Partridge announced his family name, the two men who were buying guns were stunned. They bought arms and bought them on the police. Fortunately, it was a fake. If it was true, they would have been jailed.
"I'm a policeman." The bald old man came in from outside, shook the handcuffs in his hands, and said, "Fat man, how are you? Did you gain anything?"
"No, they are a pair of crazy poor idiots who want to rob because they have no money. Even the police dared to rob." Seeing the bald old man come in, Partridge took out the handcuffs on his body and cuffed the two of them.
"Hey, we haven't committed a crime. Is it illegal to buy a toy gun? At worst, I'll squat there for a few days before I have to come out." The gangsters bully the weak and fear the strong, and they are more aggressive than the police, especially when there is no serious crime.
"You only have to stay in Xiangjiang for a few days, but don't forget that you don't have ID cards and will be sent back. I heard that the mainland has strict control over smuggling.
Especially for criminals like you, you will most likely have to do target practice when sent back. "Patting their cheeks, the bald old man threatened.
"Ah! No, don't send us there." The two men who bought the gun knew that what the bald man said was not a lie, considering what they had committed in Xiangjiang.
It's okay in Xiangjiang because there is no evidence.
But in the Mainland, there will definitely be no good fruits to eat after returning.
"It's okay if you don't give it away. We put all our effort into this trap to catch a big fish, but we didn't expect it was you two idiots, so if you want to get away, you must exchange it for information."
The bald old man stated his purpose.
"Two sirs, we are all trying to buy fake guns to carry out robberies. We don't have any useful information. If we did, we would have become information dealers by now." The guy who looked a bit like a deer-headed and rat-like person started to sell miserably.
"Yes, yes." The brother on the side quickly added, "Actually, we don't want to be like this. We were all good people when we were in the mainland. It was only when we arrived in Xiangjiang that we changed.
It turns out that we were living with Boss Feng in the New Territories, but he was killed by Boss Hua a few days ago. Since we had no way of living, we decided to buy fake guns and carry out robberies to make a fortune and go home. "
"Your boss was killed by someone who was eating and drinking. Let's talk about it. If it works, I will let you go. If it doesn't, I will let you go." Partridge signaled with a fist as big as a sandbag and threatened.
"Our boss is dead anyway, so it's not a waste of loyalty." The guy with a bit of a deer-headed and rat-like appearance said, "Our boss Feng is in the laundry detergent business.
Some time ago, a whole ton of our goods was robbed by Mr. Hua's people in Xisha. For this reason, our boss went to Mr. Hua to settle the score. "
"Wait a minute, you said a whole ton of goods. There is such a big washing powder manufacturer in Xiangjiang that can transport tons of washing powder. Why haven't I heard of it?"
Partridge raised his own question.
"It's not washing powder, it's opium. We can't get washing powder. We just get opium, send it to Xiangjiang and slowly refine it. Boss Hua is in the purification business.
He has his own chemical factory that can purify opium into washing powder. "The guy with the deer-headed mouse eyes explained.
After the goods were robbed, Boss Feng went to find Boss Hua to settle the score. The two sat down to negotiate. As a result, Boss Feng said that our boss’s goods needed to be purified before they could be used, and that they had to be withdrawn and deposited slowly in his factory. At most, he would not charge our boss’s money. cost.
Of course our boss didn’t want to and almost flipped the table over.
Unexpectedly, Boss Hua took the lead and killed three of the four men brought by our boss, not to mention our boss. Then they incorporated our forces.
Many brothers have been taken away by Boss Hua.
I was loyal to Xiao Wang, how could I work with the boss’s enemy, so I ran out to work alone, but I didn’t expect to run into your hands. "
"You just said that Mr. Hua has a factory to purify washing powder. Do you know where his factory is?" the bald old man asked.
Drug manufacturing factories are severely cracked down in Xiangjiang. If what the other party said is true and they were allowed to break two eucalyptus bags, that would be a great achievement.
Not to mention the senior inspector, even the chief inspector has hope.
"I don't know exactly where it is. I just know it's in Saigon. It's a chemical factory. Sir, we are just gangsters. We can't know such details." The guy with a deer-headed and rat-like face explained with a tearful face.
"Saigon, chemical plant, you have passed the test. Remember, if you have any information, please inform us. If it is useful, I will give you an informant fee. This is much easier than your robbery."
Looking at each other with the bald old man, Partridge stepped forward to untie their handcuffs and told them to get out of here.
"Definitely, definitely!" After hearing that they could get out, the two gangsters left quickly.
"What should we do? Why don't we go to Saigon and see which chemical factory it is?" Partridge asked as he put away the handcuffs.
"Saigon is such a big place. If you don't have an address, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's better to go back to the police station first and check the information to see how many chemical factories there are in Saigon."
Unlike the reckless partridge, the bald old man was much shrewd and went back to the police station to check the information first.
Partridge heard it right. Passing through the police station was much more reliable than the two blind men trying to figure the elephant. He immediately started racing with the bald old man. As soon as the two of them crossed the office door, they heard a clerk say:
"Ms. Ye, your fishing ground is in Sai Kung. If you want to call the police, you can go to the Sai Kung Police Station, or you can go to the nearby police stations in Tai Po and Kwun Tong District. Why come to Central District? We can't handle matters in Sai Kung. "
"I have been to the police stations in Sai Kung, Tai Po and Kwun Tong districts. They said there was insufficient evidence and they would not file a case. They asked us to find evidence. We are ordinary citizens. If we can find evidence, what will you do to the police?"
The reporter was a woman. Judging from her back and voice, she must be an old woman in her thirties, with a very fierce personality.
"What's going on?" The curious Partridge pulled the guy next to him and asked.
“The owner of the fishery in Saigon recently had an inexplicable death of a fisherman at the fishery. After investigating that it was a water quality problem, he went upstream to find out.
It was discovered that there was a chemical factory called Fahrenheit Chemicals, and the sewage was discharged from this chemical factory, so they requested a shutdown. "The guy replied.
"Stop work, isn't this kind of thing all about asking for compensation? How can we ask the factory to stop work?" Partridge asked.
"Who knows, it seems that this woman is rich and doesn't care about the compensation. She values the environment more than money. She requires Fahrenheit Chemical to improve the sewage system before it can produce without pollution."
"What does Fahrenheit Chemical mean?"
"What else could it mean? Of course they don't want to stop work. They say there is no problem with the water quality of their sewage discharge. The fish in the fishery died due to other reasons."
The clerk curled his lips, "Actually, anyone with a discerning eye knows this. The sewage produced by Fahrenheit Chemical must not meet the standards, but their boss has money and connections and bribed people from the Environmental Protection Agency.
However, our police have no control over this matter and can only leave it to the court. "
"Bald old man, Saigon, chemical plant, and the name Hua, bald old man, tell me if this is the chemical plant we are looking for." The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested.
Hearing the guy talk about the pollution from chemical plants, Partridge became energetic.
"It's possible, Fatty. You go over and ask about the situation. I'll report to the director and try to bring a few more people there."
"Okay!" Partridge nodded, walked over to avoid patting his brother on the shoulder, and said:
"Leave this to me, and you can go do other things."
"Okay, senior brother!" The policeman in charge of the reception was already annoyed to death and didn't know how to deal with it. Partridge took over, naturally he wanted to do it, so he quickly stood up and gave way.
"Hello, my surname is Hong, and my nickname is Partridge. You can just call me Officer Hong. What do you call me?"
"My surname is Yip, and I am the owner of Yip's Fishing Farm. This is my cousin Wen Meiling. She is a lecturer in the Department of Geography at the University of Hong Kong and a water quality expert. She discovered the sewage problem at Fahrenheit Chemical."
"You idiot, what should I say? You should not call the police but go to a lawyer to file a lawsuit. Why do you want to come to the police station?" Partridge asked after looking through Ms. Ye's report information.
"This is legally true. We called the police because I want you to check what exactly Fahrenheit Chemical is producing. According to the products and processes they produce, logically there shouldn't be such a large amount of pollution. They are not the only chemical plants upstream."
Ms. Ye's cousin Wen Meiling said.
"You mean, are you sure that what Fahrenheit Chemical produces and what it sells are not the same?" Partridge asked.
“To be sure, in order to find the source of the contamination, I not only investigated the water outlets of various chemical plants, but also the products they produced.
Other chemical plants are normal, and the sewage is within the allowed range. But this Fahrenheit Chemical is wrong and seriously exceeds the standard. I suspect that they are secretly producing other things, but I can't find out what they are producing. "
Wen Meiling said confidently.
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"Mr. Lei, there are so few people practicing guns!" Ao Ming complained as he walked into the gun club and looked at the shooting range, which only lasted a few days.
"The people who play with guns are either policemen, rich people or killers. It's normal when there are fewer people, but it's abnormal when there are more people." Lei Weidong curled his lips and led Ao Ming to the shooting position.
He raised his hand and fired casually.
"puff!"
Ao Ming was also an expert with guns. Just by looking at Lei Weidong's wrist, he knew that he had missed. The shot might not even have hit the target, not to mention the ten rings.
only!
Ao Ming opened his eyes in surprise.
Because she saw that the bullet actually traced a somewhat curved trajectory and hit the bullseye.
"Mr. Lei, how did you do it? Do you have any tips?" Ao Ming rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong. The bullet that clearly dragged the target hit the tenth ring. This was too high.
"There's no need to knock on the door, practice makes perfect." Lei Weidong shrugged and explained comfortably.
"What makes perfect, practice makes perfect, and you can't violate the laws of nature. That shot just now..."
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Lei Weidong continued to shoot, and every shot was the same as the first shot. He seemed to have no aim, but in the end, he concentrated on ten rings and even hit the target.
This made Ao Ming very doubtful whether Lei Weidong's marksmanship had reached his father's level.
"Your hands are very suitable for playing with guns. Do you want to try it?" Looking at the stunned Ao Ming, Lei Weidong put the gun in his hand.
"I, I can't!" Feeling the warmth of Lei Weidong's body while holding the gun, Ao Ming panicked.
"No, you can learn. Come, I'll teach you, first two points and one line." Holding Ao Ming's little hand, Lei Weidong began to teach him to shoot.
"Ayi, someone is here to practice shooting, and his marksmanship seems to be very good, it's a ten-ring shot!" Guo Liyi couldn't help but said after watching Lei Weidong shoot a ten-ring shot.
"Ten rings!"
The man next to Guo Liyi raised his head when he heard this and glanced at Lei Weidong.
"boom!"
Lei Weidong fired just in time, and it was still ten rings.
Peng Yixing rubbed his eyes, looked at Lei Weidong carefully, focusing on his wrist and bullseye, and fell silent.
"Ayi, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Peng Yixing stunned, Guo Liyi asked softly.
"He is a master. Could it be that a master is even better than me." Peng Yixing said with a solemn expression.
"It's impossible to be better than you." Guo Liyi knew how high her boyfriend's design level was. He could be said to be unrivaled in this gun club. How could he meet a master who even he acknowledged today?
"Look at his wrist, he didn't aim at all, he was swinging the gun." Peng Yixing said.
"Really!" Guo Liyi looked at Lei Weidong carefully.
Guo Liyi, who hung out with Peng Yixing, although she didn't practice shooting, her understanding of marksmanship was far better than ordinary people. After just watching for a while, she realized that Peng Yixing was not exaggerating. Lei Weidong really used...
"Let's go over and have a look." Seeing Lei Weidong put down his gun and began to teach the little girl to practice shooting, Peng Yixing smiled and said, "This person is very interesting, let's get to know him."
"Yeah!" Guo Liyi nodded.
Having known Peng Yixing for so many years, she knew Peng Yixing's character. She seemed not interested in anything other than guns. That was because she had never encountered him.
Now that he meets such a powerful master, Peng Yixing will naturally not let him go.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
It is not easy to forget the habits that you have practiced since childhood. After only firing two shots, Ao Ming unconsciously shot ten rings, or several. Peng Yixing who came over was surprised. He did not expect that this little girl was also a master. A hidden master.
"You two, my name is Peng Yixing. Can you please meet me?" Peng Yixing asked somewhat cautiously when he came to Lei Weidong and Ao Ming.
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