Screen rewind.
Ten minutes ago.
Xu Xi wears a bat mask and a black action suit, transforming into the night killer-"Black Man".
I saw a rope hanging from his back, with his arms spread out like a bat. With a "swish" sound, he descended directly from the elevator shaft on the rooftop and hung steadily in front of the elevator door on the fifteenth floor.
Immediately afterwards, he turned on the emergency device of the elevator car with his hand, causing the elevator door to open automatically.
"Bah." Release the lock, turn over and enter the fifteenth floor.
…
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fifteen floors.
corridor.
Xu Xi was dressed in black, holding a gun with one hand, clicking the trigger repeatedly, and knocking down the security guard in front of him like a whirlwind.
Almost every security guard had just rushed out of the corner with a weapon in hand, and the next moment he was shot in the chest and fell to the ground without stopping for a moment.
In terms of personal combat power alone, the "Black Man" who has undergone professional training and experimental transformation is already at the pinnacle of the killer world.
How could these security guards be opponents?
"Bang bang bang!" Xu Xi single-handedly killed the security guards in just one minute and reached the door of the chief accountant's office.
During this period, Xu Xi was able to find time to change magazines while moving forward. She did not need to use flower pots, tables and chairs to avoid, she just went straight forward without encountering an opponent, which was extremely cool.
There are many fierce men, killers and thugs hidden in Sir Zhuang's factory. Why did Mr. Zhuang send Xu Xi instead of other workers? Because Xu Xi is strong enough!
"Bang!" Xu Xi smashed the glass door of the chief accountant's office with one shot. The high-end and bright glass door exploded with one shot and turned into countless fragments scattered on the ground.
"You are...!" "Phillips", the chief accountant of the Hong Kong Accounting Commission, an old man wearing a suit with only a few golden curly hairs on his head, raised his head and looked with surprise and fear. Toward the door.
I saw him quickly closing his laptop, then raising his hands high and shouting: "I have 50 million in my account..."
"Bang!" His response was a bullet. The bullet penetrated directly through the table and accurately hit his leg. The bald ghost man staggered, sat on his chair and screamed loudly: "Oh! FUCK!"
Without saying a word, Xu Xi put the gun back into her waist, took out a grenade, pulled out the safety tip, and walked to the desk.
"I...can't be bought with money." Xu Xi raised her hand and pinched Phillips's jaw, opened his mouth, and said with cold eyes: "I'm sorry."
"Woooooooooo..." He stuffed the grenade into Phillips' mouth, and pushed it with his hand until it got stuck in his throat.
"boom!"
Immediately afterwards, he turned back and rushed ten meters away, jumped out, overturned a sofa, flipped over to the sofa and fell to the ground.
"Bang!" A head and most of its body exploded, and the desk was covered with minced meat. The office floor, bookcases, and computer screens were covered in blood, and even the ceiling was inlaid with shrapnel and eyeballs.
Indeed, a killer of Xu Xi's level cannot be bought with money.
If possible, he didn't even want to take action and wanted to live an ordinary life.
But there is a terrible black hand that always manipulates people's destiny. Everyone, including Xu Xi, is a pawn! Even if Xu Xi comes to kill "Phillips", he still doesn't know what the purpose of killing "Phillips" is. He was sure it wasn't money! Then Phillips has to figure it out himself!
Xu Xi believed that the bald ghost man bit the grenade and must have known the answer in his mind at the moment before the explosion... but he was too lazy to delve into it.
Then, Xu Xi took out a small jar and spilled the refined oil in the office. Then he picked up the lighter on the desk, rubbed the flames, and threw it on the ground.
"Boom!" There was another explosion, and a raging fire was ignited in the explosion. The explosion destroyed the computer, and the fire swallowed up the files... Xu Xi turned her back to the bursting fire, and while the glass shattered, she opened her arms and flew down into the sky.
He had already fastened a rope.
Things done!
…
The fire department seemed to have been prompted and cooperated to fulfill someone's wishes.
He arrived in time, evacuated the crowd, and began to extinguish the fire calmly.
Water cannon trucks, firefighters, medical teams, and groups of people are working in an orderly manner.
…
For Mr. Zhuang, black and white are grasped with both hands, using black and white.
It’s all a dirty job anyway, so who can’t use it? Just send Xu Xi to play!
You know, there is only one way to stop tax reform!
That is to get rid of the big accountants who perform data coordination, because without effective data support, the Hong Kong government cannot carry out tax reform. Unless he wants to be tax exempt!
If he wants to raise taxes, then he must calculate the market value, profit, and income of the tax-increasing industry.
Increasing taxes indiscriminately without relevant data is a fishing net full of loopholes. Not only does it violate the law, businessmen can also find countless reasons to refuse, and citizens will not support it.
You want to say, this is the government’s right to enforce it by force, right? Hong Kong Island is not an authoritarian area, and the Hong Kong government does not have such a strong influence, not now, nor before. Second, the price of forcibly raising taxes will only cause civil unrest, which will affect the Hong Kong government's income and tribute to the ancestors.
This is a bit like "picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon". The prince not only failed to get things done, but also made things worse and worse. How could he explain to his mother?
His mother just wants her son to cook more dishes and make them more delicious. She can't smash the pot, right?
This is courting death!
Only tax reform that is supported by sufficient data can proceed smoothly.
If Zhuang Shikai wants to stop tax reform, he cannot rely on inciting public opinion and using public opinion to put pressure on him. Because the Hong Kong government has not increased the "salary tax", the entire tax increase reform has nothing to do with the people. Targeted tax increases like this not only divide the citizens of Hong Kong Island into Chinese and ghosts, but also divide the Chinese into the capitalist and labor classes.
Although the capitalist and working class in Hong Kong exist objectively, this kind of incident is also done for the capitalists.
But national capital is also national! Must be protected! Otherwise, the value created by workers will flow overseas and become free "welfare" distributed to citizens in developed countries' "high welfare" benefits.
How do citizens in developed countries live so happily? Because we are exploiting workers in third world countries!
Zhuang Shikai must first protect the national capital and the value of Chinese workers, and secondly, protect himself! I am also a capitalist!
Therefore, he chose to do something evil! Be cruel! kill!
Get rid of the chief accountant and burn those bills and documents. The tax increase reform will be like a gun without bullets. There is only one name left and no bullets can be fired at all!
Targeted kills.
This is a "detail".
The general trend in "Details of the General Trend" refers to using Hong Kong Island societies to put pressure on the ghost guys! Let the ghost guys know that it is okay to kill one person, and he can also kill many people!
There are hundreds of thousands of people in the society. If you dare to continue to raise taxes, it depends on how many inspectors you have available! Moreover, since the inspectors were Chinese, there was no need to kill them. All they had to do was behead them and throw away hundreds of thousands of medicines.
As long as there are a few more killings, the Chinese inspectors of the tax department may not dare to go to work. Either the ghost guys will issue laws and use ghost accountants to continue auditing the accounts, or they will have no choice but to suspend the tax increase reform.
This is double oppression in two dimensions! There is no need to make it too obvious, the British side can naturally feel it!
What's more, many bills and accounts are one-off! It’s gone after it’s burned! If things are done well, they can be done in one go, and the Flying Tigers are the last resort.
…
Zhuang Shikai put down the phone, thought for a moment, then packed his things naturally and got ready to get off work.
He happened to meet "Liu Jianming," senior inspector of the Situation Intelligence Section, in the elevator. He smiled at him, raised his wrist, glanced at his watch and said, "What a coincidence, it saves me a trip to the seventh floor."
"You have recently led your troops to keep an eye on big accounting firms. If there is any news, please notify me as soon as possible."
People were killed too! The fire was also set! What you do next depends on what happens on the other side.
"Yes! Sir!" Liu Jianming was wearing a suit with a serious look on his face and raised his hand in salute.
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"Where are the agents from the Royal Special Forces!!!" Taipingshan, villa.
The prince put down the phone, glared at the special situation team leader in front of him, and shouted loudly.
Mike looked ashamed: "It was just arranged ten minutes ago. It will be ready in five minutes."
The prince took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and finally let out a long sigh: "They started too quickly!"
"Your current task is to protect the entire team, Mr. Barty Crouch, the second chief accountant. All the account data has been handed over to Mr. Barty Crouch for calculation. I want him to show up with a complete data report. At the tax office hearing!”
Prince Charles put his hands on the table, stared at Team Leader Mike in front of him and asked, "Do you understand?"
"Understood, Your Highness!" The leader of the royal special affairs team raised his waist, stood upright, and replied solemnly.
"These attacks on auditors, the murder of big accountants, and arson cases are all demonstrations! They are not pressure!" Charles looked at the departure of the leader of the Royal Special Agents Team, shook his shoulders, and actually cheered up: "I just like it. Such a challenge! This is how I can prove my abilities to my mother!"
He has already felt the pressure from the general trend and the details, the underworld and the white road, and all dimensions. Charles didn't know whether he was a little complacent because he had "hidden" his hand, or because he was proud and confident in his personality. He actually felt a strange desire to conquer Hong Kong Island and Zhuang Shikai.
He wanted to wipe away the dust on the crown's name before he could be crowned king!
However, the death of the chief accountant and the brazen actions of the Chinese confirmed that the afterglow of the empire that the sun never sets can no longer shine in the east.
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night.
Portland Street.
"Zhuang Sheng!"
"Zhuang Sheng!"
In a bar, there is a luxurious VIP box on the second floor.
I saw that the entire private room on the second floor had been booked. In the corridor, there are tall "company employees" wearing suits, with fierce faces, but modest expressions.
