John Morris, a native of Country A, is one of the few real foreign detectives in Gunport City.
This is almost his tenth and last year in Gun Harbor.
Based on his impression of this land for more than ten years, he felt that two words could describe everything about Gunport.
contradiction.
The collision of Eastern and Western cultures, the integration of capital and small farmer economy, the game between modernity and tradition, and the swing of people's hearts among them.
Just like these people at the door of St. Mary's Hospital tonight.
Fundamentally speaking, these are still the people of Hong Kong from the North.
Sometimes they are so united that they are indestructible, invincible, and unenslavable. But looking at the whole world, no nation is better at internal fighting than they are.
"Charlie, I'll bet five hundred dollars tonight that Yoshima Haku will win."
John Morris put down his telescope on the window sill on the second floor of the hospital and said to the people around him.
Charlie Brooker, another foreign real detective, was holding a bag of red peanuts in his hand. When he was nervous, he would put a few in his mouth and chew them. He touched the revolver on his waist and sneered: " I don’t know who will win, but Lei Luo will definitely be the loser tonight.”
…
Thunder rumbled.
On Kimberly Road in front of St. Mary's Hospital, the disciples at the four secret doors took advantage of the darkness and took to the streets one after another, exposed to the light.
The territory here belongs to the Hong Sheng Ma family, so they have the largest number of people coming. There are more than a thousand people in the front streets and back alleys, all carrying spears and swords.
Opposite them were naturally more than 500 people under Baihao, Long Yizhen across the river. Most of Baihao's men were working at the boatman's wharf, so they all carried spearguns and fish-killing knives.
In the adjacent street, Uncle Zi and Liu, who were also on the north bank, were ambushing as many as 700 people. These 700 people were holding short axes and carrying knives, just like the axemen hiding in the dark in the play.
Longsheng Zhouwang, who also crossed the river, had the smallest number of people, less than 200 people, but they had a "pistol team" of 40 people. Between these 200 people and 100 people were secretly on the other side of Jin Baili Road. In the alley, another hundred people and the "Pistol Team" were ambushing in the woods behind St. Mary's Hospital.
This is the situation on the surface. The grievances between Hong Sheng and Yizhen's juniors have escalated to a duel between two secret doors, while Long Sheng and Zihe are secretly watching, hoping to reap the benefits.
These things are already familiar to Hong Kong people, but there are really too many people taking to the streets tonight.
More than 3,000 people came through the four secret doors alone. Counting the 300 real detectives at the entrance of St. Mary's Hospital, there were at least 30 plainclothes real detectives and at least dozens of people from five newspapers interspersed in the secret doors. reporter.
There are also more peripheral back-ups for the secret door, people who are watching the excitement and risking their lives, dozens of spies from various countries collecting intelligence, and seven or eight people who are new to the world but think this situation is cool. If there is chaos tonight, they will lose their lives here. Silly children are arriving in a steady stream from all directions.
In short, before the rain fell, the entire Kimberley Road trams had stopped running, the shops had closed, and they were already surrounded.
…
"My darling, you are here to kill so many people tonight? To kill two weak women like you?"
Lu Ran stood by the window and expressed his real incomprehension.
"Tonight the moon is unclear and the sky wolf is shining brightly. It is really a disaster caused by military chaos."
Guan Ying was unexpectedly calm. He just touched his arms and found that the rice balls were already finished.
Lei Luo beside them didn't speak, but just lit another cigarette.
His many years of true detective career made him feel that a huge crisis was approaching, but at the same time he felt a little inexplicably excited. This situation was indeed rare in a century, and it was also a great opportunity to make contributions.
He had just confirmed that country A's garrison had begun to mobilize.
Now, just wait for the first slap or the first drop of rain to fall.
In the small ward, Li Zhen lay at Huizhen's feet again and fell asleep.
The two people sleeping peacefully are like the two people painted on the church murals.
Angel.
Imagining the armored vehicle driving onto the road, Lei Luo suddenly felt a headache.
When necessary, even if they are really angels, they can be sacrificed, right?
…
At the entrance of St. Mary's Hospital, two teams started from both ends of the street and slowly moved toward the middle, stopping about two or three meters away.
The originally noisy and restless atmosphere suddenly solidified.
The crowd gradually quieted down.
The little leaders stepped forward, showed their weapons, and gave the other leader a fierce look.
The other party's little leader could only respond with a more fierce or even cruel look.
After several meetings, everyone felt a little tired, so they each returned to the group.
Everyone is waiting.
Everyone's inner thoughts are different.
But everyone knew very well that something big was going to happen tonight.
So everyone is looking forward to it.
Looking forward to the person who fired the first shot.
The pusher who is looking forward to his destiny gives him a hard push behind him.
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"In my first month as True Detective, while on patrol, I encountered two gangs fighting on the street over three stalls. At that time, I remember Cheng Laoliu was at the scene. At that time, Zihe was still called Xinghe. It scared me. The two gangs acted as if the other had killed their whole family. They didn’t want any fucking lives. The knives were cutting on their bodies like they were chopping wood stakes. No one cried out in pain. Half the street was stained red with blood. , mutilated limbs and pieces of meat kept flying in front of me... I fired three of the six fucking bullets and these people were still chopping, they had no choice but to
I had no choice but to blow the head of one of the bosses. With a bang, a bloody hole appeared on the man's forehead. He fell to his knees and turned his head to glare at me fiercely. However, the gang of secret agents who were so murderous were not afraid at all. Instead, the two groups came to me with knives in hand. If it hadn't been for my colleague Li Dayu... I would have died forty years ago.
In a hotel, Han Le suddenly talked about the past, "At that time, you gang of secret agents were really ruthless and really poor. Now you can't do it anymore. How many of your subordinates have never touched a knife or seen a knife?" Bloodshed? Times are progressing, but people are becoming more and more cowardly. Don’t you think you are spending money in vain every day when you have such subordinates?"
The six bosses looked at each other in silence, and did not dare to say a word.
"Tonight, we should let those foreign devils, capitalists, and good citizens see what you are called a secret society and what you are called an underworld. Tell them that their profit money is not in vain. Not only is it not in vain. , and pay more.”
Han Le raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was now 8:10 and 40 seconds.
Twenty seconds later, the time came to 8:11.
August 11th is my birthday.
"We won't wait for the rain, let's start now."
Han Le gave the order.
The six big bosses finally relaxed their frowns and took out their phones to make a call.
at the same time.
Lu Ran
