The sudden murder made the British colonial authorities very angry, from the Governor General to the ordinary officials, all of whom felt outrageous about the deceased Tan Ligong's other hidden identity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For this reason, the Governor General urgently convened a high-level meeting of the colonial government, resolutely issued an order to "strictly maintain secrecy and prohibit reporting," and then urgently summoned the person in charge of the Hong Kong Liaison Office of the Nanjing Kuomintang Government, and sternly demanded that the Kuomintang explain Tan Ligong's identity.

As the days passed, the news of the murder of the detective of the Tangtang Police Station was tightly covered, and the Oriental Daily, Hong Kong's largest Chinese newspaper, did not react, and the sporadic rumors were confined to the upper class, and ordinary people remained in the dark.

As a member of high society, Zheng Yi is very concerned about the progress and impact of the murder case, and to his surprise, there is an undercurrent under the seemingly calm water:

While exerting frequent pressure on the central government in Nanjing, the British colonial authorities began to carry out strict scrutiny of Chinese civil servants and Chinese policemen, and quietly fired more than 10 Chinese officials and more than 30 Chinese policemen, causing everyone in Hong Kong's police circles to be in danger and panic.

At this time, Zheng Yi, who had made up his mind to act, shot again.

On the evening of January 6, Hong Kong is still very lively under the light of the stars and moon, the intersection of Huhai Street and Qilu Street, where the shops and liquor shops are lined up, is brightly lit, the tourists are weaving, the fragrant special stalls are thriving, the sound of selling and shouting comes one after another, the flower girl in thin clothes can be seen everywhere, and the sound of silk and bamboo and cheers can be heard from the teahouse hotel from time to time.

The third floor of the Jinman Pavilion at the entrance of the south street is the famous mahjong parlor, the reason why it is famous is not that it is a grand scale, nor is it a high grade, but it is not the gang boss who can enter it to gamble on two handfuls, or the ruthless people on the road, in addition to gambling, this place that makes the small people in the market deeply afraid also has an important function - a special place for gangs to resolve conflicts and carry out negotiations.

The atmosphere of the mahjong parlor tonight was very harmonious, as usual on most normal days, the bosses of several gangs and the little brothers they brought were gambling, the nine mahjong tables were full of minions watching the excitement, all kinds of strange tunes and laughter were endless, rude scolding and implicit provocation of banter and abuse were endless, and from time to time a burst of rude laughter broke out.

The space next to the mahjong table in the north position is the most spacious, and the four gamblers sitting around the square are also extraordinary, all of them are the famous bosses of the local gangs, and the four bosses are not brave and rude minions who stand next to the four bosses, but a few girls who are dressed up in fancy clothes, and even the two little girls who pour tea and pass cigarettes are also very attractive.

The middle-aged boss sitting in the position of the west wind has a bad luck tonight, and he has not touched himself since after dinner, seeing that the gambling book in front of him is getting thinner and thinner, the other three have won the eyebrows and smiled, and from time to time they also squeezed him two sentences, which caused everyone to squeeze their eyebrows and laugh.

The middle-aged boss's tanned square face became darker and darker, and after lighting a shot again, he couldn't help but scold his mother loudly, grabbed five ten-dollar Hong Kong dollars and threw them in front of the next family, impatiently patted his big hands full of calluses, reshuffled the cards with a "bang", and spit out the cigarette butts with a "poof":

"Win or lose the last handful, increase!"

"Pick up."

Xia Jiale laughed, and the other two bosses followed without care.

The two dice turned again, and the game began, and no one noticed that a thin minion who walked by quietly glanced at the unlucky boss in the west, and then left the smoky mahjong hall quietly, and soon appeared next to the lively wonton stall diagonally opposite the street entrance, and asked the stall for a bowl of wontons, and then walked to the innermost low table and sat down, drinking soup with a spoon, and whispering to the two diners in top hats opposite:

"Lei Laohu is about to come out, he is very lucky tonight, he has lost at least a thousand yuan, and it is estimated that he will spend the night at his house in Greater Poland later."

"You didn't look away, did you?"

The young man on the other side asked with a low smile.

The thin minion hurriedly replied: "I can see very clearly, Big Poland has been sitting next to Lei Laohu all night, and the second table in the east is sitting Cao Rong, the second brother of the Zhangzhou Gang, Cao Rong has won money, and it is estimated that he will be willing to gamble until the second half of the night." ”

The young man continued to ask, "Who else is there around Lei Laohu?" ”

"He only brought one person, Lin Chong, who is the most capable of fighting under his subordinates, it is estimated that Lin Chong will send him back later." The skinny minion replied in a low voice.

The man opposite took out a fifty Hong Kong dollar and put it in front of the little minion: "Wait for you to settle the bill, after two days of rest, don't rush to work in the company." ”

The thin minion smiled, and watched the two bosses walk to the opposite street, then happily put away the Hong Kong dollar, picked up the big bowl and ate it with relish.

A few minutes later, Lei Laohu really walked out of the dark alley on the first floor of the mahjong parlor as the thin minion said, and the woman who walked closely with him was plump and had huge breasts, and comforted Lei Laohu not to be angry while walking, and the burly man who followed behind the two unhurriedly was the first red stick of the Zhangzhou Gang, nicknamed "Lin Chongmin".

The three of them walked along the lively street to the north one after the other, not knowing that they were following the two killing gods more than twenty meters behind them, let alone that these two killing gods had been following him for three consecutive nights.

Lei Laohu and his concubine "Great Poland" staggered forward for more than 100 meters, turned into Yong'an Lane on the right as usual, and scolded and complained that the street lamp was broken by which decrepit boy as they walked, and who knew that his most powerful bodyguard was slowly falling against the dirty wall, and only the ten-centimeter-long horn knife handle was exposed on the temple pierced by the dagger.

The two killing gods who followed succeeded in the sneak attack, and immediately walked forward quickly, and the thunder tiger who felt wrong just turned his head, and the sharp sword light flashed.

Lei Lao Hu opened his big mouth in shock, and his hands subconsciously raised suddenly, only to hear a "poof", a stream of blood arrows shot out from Lei Laohu's thick neck, and the big wave of concubines beside him had not yet seen what was going on, and the big man wearing a top hat on the other side had already swung a palm and accurately hit the back of Big Poland's head.

"Don't kill her, just throw it aside."

The young man commanded in a low voice, then slowly squatted down, grabbed the hair of the thunder tiger, and began to cut off the head of the thunder tiger with a dagger.

The big man next to him quickly dragged the fainted "Big Poland" to the corner of the wall, turned around and quickly walked to the "Lin Chong" who was still twitching under the corner of the wall behind him, pulled out the dagger that pierced the temple of "Lin Chong" with all his might, quickly cut off Lin Chong's head, and put the head that was still emitting heat into a cloth bag in less than three minutes, tied a knot with his hand and stood up suddenly, and followed his companions who had finished their work to the depths of the dark alley.

In the middle of the night, Zheng Yi was still writing in the study, and the sudden ringing of the phone made him shake slightly, he immediately put down the pen and grabbed the earpiece, and after listening, he didn't say a word, slowly put the earpiece back in place, rubbed his astringent eyes, and sighed faintly: "It's finally done......"