That night, eight o'clock.
The Western District Crime Squad broke into the streets of Kowloon, going through every hotel, fan stall, and underground casino. Without caring about the face of his colleagues, he started to cause trouble under the pretext of handling the case.
In Kowloon, where there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, fishing is much more rampant than in the Western District. In less than an hour, the guys pulled out their guns three times and used a full magazine of bullets to remove the faces of the young and Dangerous boys layer by layer.
Until later, when Chen Jiaju walked into the venue, he simply stopped talking and patted the gun on the table before talking...
The big bosses looked at this scene and were not satisfied. They called Huang Zhicheng of the anti-gangster group one after another, which made Huang Zhicheng frightened: "What's going on, Sir, you don't even give me this face? Anyway, I called you to inform you." , do you want to stab me like this?"
"The whole of Kowloon is not at peace now. There will be big events tonight." Huang Zhicheng changed into a suit and went to the police station with a stubble on his face, looking at the information in his hand with a solemn expression.
To be honest, when guys from the West District come over to cause trouble, it's just a trivial matter in his eyes.
The biggest thing is that Ni Yongxiao took action!
According to the information received by the informant, all four remaining leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui were killed tonight. If you think about it with your butt, you will know whose action it is.
Moreover, Guohua and the others have been operating in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years, and they have a lot of young and Dangerous people who work for a living. Except for Han Chen's group who died early, they have almost dispersed. There are only four people left, and all the people under his command depend on them for food. Now that Ni Yongxiao has killed four people at the same time, their Ma Zai will definitely cause trouble.
If there was no trouble, the Ni family would take away all the business territory, and they wouldn't even be able to afford food, so why would they want to take advantage of it? Huang Zhicheng thought about it and felt that it would have been better to die in the hotel and become a mandarin duck ghost.
Just at this time, a police officer came over: "Sir Huang, the director asked you to come over."
"Okay." Huang Zhicheng stood up from his seat with a bitter look on his face and pushed open the Kowloon Director's office. I saw Lu Qichang standing next to Director Zhang. As soon as he walked in, Director Zhang blew his nose and glared: "Huang Zhicheng, I just received a call from Sir Huang of the Western District, saying that their senior inspector's police car was bombed in Temple Street. ?”
"There are killers who dare to attack the police in the street. It's embarrassing for your mother. Why did you lead the anti-gang team!" Director Zhang became more and more angry as he spoke, and he was cursed all over.
West District, that’s the West District! The current director’s home! If the police officer there dies in the West District, Director Zhang's fantasy of being promoted will be completely shattered. Do you think he is very angry?
Huang Zhicheng said with an unruly look: "I called Sir Li in advance. Isn't he okay?"
"Hmph, it's best not to get into trouble tonight!" Director Zhang glanced coldly and continued: "I want to be safe tonight and catch the mastermind behind the scenes 24 hours a day. Is there any way?"
"Yes! Please don't worry, sir!"
Huang Zhicheng knew that Director Zhang always had a good temper and rarely gave such fatal orders. But once he got off, he really couldn't shirk it and immediately raised his hands to salute.
"Go out and do some work." Director Zhang waved his hand, drove Huang Zhicheng out, and continued talking to Lu Qichang.
After leaving the office, Huang Zhicheng said angrily: "I was also killed by a killer, why don't you care about me."
"Sir Huang, what did you say?" a waiter next to him asked with slight confusion.
"It's okay, how is it outside now?" Huang Zhicheng stopped his expression and asked the waiter.
The guy suddenly answered the phone and made a couple of hums. After putting the phone down, he said, "The leaders of the four gangs are talking together. There will definitely be something big going on tonight."
Wow. The number of horses under the four gangs ranges from three to four hundred to more than a hundred. It's enough trouble for them to cause trouble separately, but now they get together and prepare to kill a thousand people? The next day there was no room for them in the morgue!
Huang Zhicheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted: "Go out and keep an eye on them, don't let them mess around."
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Ah Seng Food Stall.
A row of vans blocked the main entrance of the food stall, and hundreds of young men in colorful shirts stood or squatted, crowding the stalls outside.
The four new bosses, inheriting the excellent traditions of the old school, gathered around the log table to sip hot pot.
This group of desperate people don't know how to learn from experience at all. They know clearly that they will die quickly if they eat hot pot, but they still insist on eating hot pot when they meet.
As the top horse of Guohua, "Ru Zhu Wu" tapped the bowl with his chopsticks, stuffed a large piece of dog meat into his mouth, and said with a sigh: "If we finish the Ni family tonight, in the future, the power of Tsim Sha Tsui will be equally divided among everyone, right?" "
"Should we divide the business or the territory?" Wen Zheng's top horse "Yan Guiwei" is very shrewd and must have negotiated the benefits before taking action. After all, if we want to take the lead in Tsim Sha Tsui tonight, one or two people will not be enough to kill them.
The remaining two "Old Dog Chen" and "Dao Scarcai" also looked at "Ru Zhu Wu". Because among the four people, only the soldiers and horses entering Zhuwu were the strongest and had the largest number. He must decide how to divide the benefits.
However, Zhu Wu is not stupid. He knows how to use discretion when negotiating and everything follows the rules.
"Let's divide the business, Baifen, gambling stalls, and horse stables. The Baifen will be divided into two parts, which belong to me and Yan Guiwei. The remaining two parts will be shared by each of you."
Although Nijia started out as a white powder manufacturer, it is now the largest supplier in Hong Kong. But it has also invested in many businesses, among which gambling stalls and horse stables have the largest share. One portion for each person, enough for them to eat. As for the largest white powder business, it is divided equally between Ruzhu Wu and Yan Guiwei, the two big bosses who send the most troops.
The four of them picked up the wine glasses and took a sip, exchanged glances with each other, then raised their glasses and clinked them: "That's how we divide it."
"Everyone do something!"
"work!"
After drinking all the liquor, Ruzhu Wu stood up first, waved to his younger brother behind him, and a large number of soldiers followed behind them. The remaining three bosses also followed with their younger brothers. The surging crowd filled the entire street, and even the patrolling policemen did not dare to approach.
Huang Zhicheng was sitting in the police car, holding a gun in his hand. After thinking for a while, he said: "Let the guys drive to follow. Don't get out of the car yet."
He even had some hope that Ni Yongxiao could handle these young and Dangerous guys by himself. Otherwise, if they really charge down, the anti-gangster gang members will inevitably suffer casualties.
What's more, this food stall is not far from the Ni family's mansion, only one kilometer away at most. So after the young and Dangerous boy took out the knife from the van, he simply walked over in a swaggering manner.
There is no other way. Do you want to transport thousands of people with these vans? I'm afraid it will be dawn before the troops and horses have been transported.
Ten p.m.
The police officers in the Western District have withdrawn from Kowloon, leaving the stage for the young and Dangerous gang to rebel.
When crossing the driveway, the young and Dangerous boys felt that there were too many trucks and too loud horns at night, so a group of people simply crossed the street through the underpass.
The newly built underground passage in Kowloon is wide and large, and it is not a problem to accommodate thousands of people. But after they entered the underpass, four trucks on the road suddenly rushed out of the driveway and blocked the exit of the underpass with a bang.
The originally dark underground passage became even more dead, with only yellow lights remaining, barely illuminating the young and Dangerous boys' vision.
"Ruzhuwu" had a cigarette in his mouth and heard a huge shaking sound coming from the entrance. He seemed to sense something was wrong. He looked at each other and whispered to himself: "There is a problem."
"No matter what, I'll kill anyone I see." Yan Guiwei glared fiercely, raised his hands and shouted: "Brothers, you bright guy."
Swish, swish, swish!
Thousands of blades were pulled out by Young and Dangerous almost at the same time. They held all kinds of machetes, and under the light, the underground passage was illuminated with a cold light.
At the four entrances to the passage, there were four bangs and bangs, and the gates of four trucks fell down. Each truck was packed with knifemen. They held uniform machetes and tied red ropes to their hands. They roared and rushed down from the truck. In the blink of an eye, the crowd turned into a torrent and rushed into the underground passage, colliding with the horses of the four bosses.
"Kill!"
"Kill these rebels to death."
"One sword to heaven and one sword to hell, brothers, how dare you give a damn."
The clanging sound of the knife kept ringing out, and randomly there was the sound of hissing...the sound of clothes and flesh being torn by the knife.
Due to the large number of people, there was not much room to dodge in the underground passage. Once the young and Dangerous boys fall to the ground, they will be trampled to death. Only a few clever guys know how to lie down against the wall and pretend to be dead.
The sound of squeaking and squeezing could be heard endlessly. The two gangs soon became jealous. They would chop at anyone they saw until their hands were weak.
After a while, blood soaked the floor, and the brutal bloodbath continued.
Huang Zhicheng and his crew hurriedly got out of the car, but were blocked by a truck at the intersection. This made him tremble with anger. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Uncle Ni's third uncle in the passenger seat of the truck. "Get out of the way. If you don't get out of the way, I will shoot you."
The third uncle was not afraid at all and shrugged: "Sir, my car is out of gas, don't blame me."
"You think I'm not brave enough to shoot." Huang Zhicheng clicked the safety button, causing the third uncle's expression to change: "I'll let them out, don't regret it!"
"This..." Huang Zhicheng hesitated for a while, then silently put the gun back into his pocket.
At the same time, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the underground passage.
What followed was the sound of rapid gunfire, causing all the guys in the Kowloon anti-gang group to fall into silence.
It looks like the morgue in Kowloon will be really short of capacity tonight.
The third uncle took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, Didi, and successfully transferred it to Ni Yongxiao’s mobile phone.
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Rental house.
Li Shaoze's figure appeared in the mirror.
Black windbreaker, top hat, cufflinks, leather boots...Shawshank's figure looked as handsome as a mortal in the moonlight.
He put all the clothes he had changed into the system's dimensional space, as well as the golden revolver, eight-cut sword and other items.
From now on, this rental house will be abandoned. All traces of Xiao Shengke will only exist in another space.
"Dare you blow up my car?"
"Shawshank" raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "I never take revenge overnight!"
