Chapter 331 Million plaster costs

"Give each person five yuan to buy a dog skin plaster to paste, get out!" A lazy voice came from the north side of the hall, and then the frosted glass door was pushed open with a snort, and out of it came a young man in a white suit.

Xu Qing saw that Tang Guobin and the others were not in danger of life, so he didn't rush out immediately, and swept over the gang one by one with his perspective eye, and found that none of these guys had a knife with a gun and a clear water, and I really wondered if it was for the convenience of chopping suckling pigeons.

I didn't find a hot weapon Xu Qing was determined in his heart, his tongue rolled and tried his best to spit out a majestic opening statement, and when he walked out, his steps were light and fluttering, and he almost didn't let people get a blower to blow on August 15, and when he blew his fart, the corners of his clothes floated up, so it was called pulling the wind!

Half of the horses of the Xinyi Gang turned around with a hula, and one of them didn't hold the watermelon knife in his hand steadily, because of inertia, he came out of his hand, and when he fell to the ground with a bang, he bent down to pick up the big one.

Xu Qing walked forward leisurely, I don't know why the Xinyi Gang didn't make a move, and consciously gave way to it, his eyes looked fixedly, the hand of the young man in a white suit, to be exact, it should be a book in his hand.

Huaxia martial soul certificate, I didn't expect to use it here, Xu Qing also deliberately turned to the page of the murder license, and there was always a faint smile on his face, which was extremely cold in the eyes of others.

Hua Shangwu is a discerning person, and when he saw this document, he immediately recognized the authenticity of this thing, because he had seen this kind of license once on the eve of Hong Kong's return to the motherland 14 years ago, and it was a real dead person at that time.

Thoughts flew to the eve of the return to China 14 years ago, and all the bosses of Hong Kong's largest gangster associations, Hong Xing and Xinyi Gang, were gathered in one place.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the sea breeze was bleak, some of the gang bosses were still wearing pajamas, shivering like plucked quails, and the five corpses that had not yet cooled down were lying on their backs on the beach, still holding long and short guys in their hands, and their eyes seemed to be open with a touch of disbelief and consternation.

Two men with serious faces were looking at this group of usually powerful gang bosses with eyes that did not have half of the smoke and fireworks, and those eyes pierced everyone's hearts like four sharp ice edges, and they felt like they would be stabbed with blood even when they beat a little.

Three miniature submachine guns, two automatic pistols, full of magazines, the five gang bosses lying on the ground were still holding fire to these two men with hideous faces a moment ago, until the magazines were empty, and they didn't hurt each other's hair, and the next thing was very simple, all five people were choked off their necks, like five chickens struggling in vain.

After the two men killed someone, they took out a document at the same time, recorded a few strokes on it, and then showed it to everyone, a certain gang boss, a heinous crime, executed......

The murder license, a transcendent law enforcement document, sentenced five people to death with a single heinous word, without even making any records of the details.

The surviving gang bosses didn't even know how they got back to their quarters, all they could think of was the license, and the handwriting on it seemed to be bleeding. The next day, Hong Kong returned to the motherland, and the law and order situation was good and peaceful......