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Liu Handong didn't move, he was thinking about how to deal with this thorny impasse, he didn't carry a heinous crime, at most he crossed the border illegally, and being caught by the police was nothing more than adding some trouble to Zheng Chen, but he had a gun on him, so it was not clear to say that it was too worthwhile to put down the four policemen for this, and in the end there was only one choice: run!

Thinking that he could not understand Cantonese, the police spoke again in Mandarin and asked him to take out his identity document.

Zhan Ziyu took back his ID card, smiled gloatingly at Liu Handong, and passed by.

"Sir, please cooperate." The policeman accentuated his tone.

No way, let's run, Liu Handong made a sudden realization, and was about to make a gesture to get his documents, when suddenly the Motorola walkie-talkie on the sheriff's shoulder sent out a hurried Cantonese command, probably because there was an emergency nearby, and the four pTu didn't care about Liu Handong, and hurriedly went out to pull their legs and run.

Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back, the brothers had quietly dispersed, and Zhan Ziyu stood in the distance and sneered at himself.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, Liu Handong gestured his middle finger towards Zhan Ziyu and walked away.

Not far out, I saw a group of people watching on the side of the road, pTu was dealing with the dispute between the two groups, one of them was Huo Lei and Xiao Cui, and they were clashed with by several young people in Hong Kong, all wearing plastic-framed glasses, wearing T-shirts and sneakers with locusts printed on their chests, and holding cardboard signs with the words "Expelling the Big 6 Locusts".

After the police arrived at the scene, the two sides were still excited, especially the young people in Hong Kong, who seemed to have found a backer, shouting loudly, and one of them even sang a locust song.

Huo Lei originally had a temper of the irritable type, and he was thankful if he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, although he couldn't understand the Cantonese locust song, but he could hear that this broken song was insulting himself, and he repaid it, he did it on the spot, and the person who had practiced sanda was not ordinary, and he kicked the singing boy out seven or eight meters away with a side kick.

The police immediately shouted to stop them, and the two grabbed Huolei's arm, and the sheriff took out the handcuffs, leaving one person on guard.

Cui Zhenghao, who had been silent, suddenly burst out, his movements were simple, as fast as lightning, and the four pTu were put to the ground without even opening the buckle of the holster, and when they got up, the suspect had already run away.

Most of the onlookers gathered around were big 6 tourists, and they didn't know who started it, so they actually applauded.

The policemen got up from the ground in a wolf, called the main station with the walkie-talkie, and reported the physical characteristics of Cui Zhenghao and Huo Lei, and there were cameras everywhere on Hong Kong Island, and the patrol police were densely covered with nets, and the two of them could not escape.

The white car arrived, and the young man who was kicked away by the fire and thunder was carried into the ambulance, and the person was not dead, but several ribs were broken, the corners of the mouth were bleeding, and the feces and urine rushed out, and the injury was really not light.

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Three hours later, Huo Lei and Cui Zhenghao returned to their residence, and Zheng Chen rented them a few houses at the Qima Building near Route 5 of Kowloon City Road, which is a common apartment building in Hong Kong, where many Indians and Malays live in each other, and no one cares about anyone's business.

These two goods caused a big disaster, Hong Kong can't stay, anyway, there is just divided money in the pocket, it is better to run away to a foreign country, here is not familiar with the place, it is difficult to find a black market to buy fake passports, fortunately, with Zheng Chen's help, I got two real fake passports that night.

Southeast Asia is a paradise where fake passports are rampant, it is said that Thailand has a fake passport trading center, passports from all over the world can be bought, and they are all genuine, there are a lot of them in Hong Kong, Zheng Chen bought two South Korean passports, the photos are real, the fire thunder people are tall and handsome, get a professor's hat cushion type, it looks similar to the handsome Korean guy who has undergone plastic surgery, not to mention Xiao Cui, who is originally a North Korean, and it is natural to pretend to be a Korean.

"Huo Lei, it's okay to learn more Korean from your Brother Cui." Liu Handong said.

Huo Lei scoffed: "Come on, learn from him with a northern stick accent, and you won't be ashamed of death when you go to South Korea." ”

Cui Zhenghao suddenly said: "Actually, I can speak southern dialect, and I used to train in the reserve team of the southern working group, and I invited a radio announcer kidnapped from Seoul. ”

Liu Handongqi said: "Xiao Cui, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm a soldier in North Korea." Choi Jung-ho obviously doesn't want to reminisce about the past.

Hong Kong's customs are very strict, and it is more difficult to get out of customs from here, Zheng Chen arranged a cargo ship to Malaysia, costing 200,000 Hong Kong paper, Liu Handong paid for them and personally delivered it to the Kwai Chung container terminal.

In the distance is the famous Tsing Yi Bridge, the sea is shrouded in smoke, the container terminal is full of stacked containers, yellow gantry cranes, and the steam whistle is long, and the air is full of sorrow.

Huo Lei is such a big man, his eyes are red, his nose is sore, he bites his lip and can't bear to leave, hugs and hugs Liu Handong again, and sobs: "Brother, take care of me, my parents, my sister." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you at home, don't be so short-tempered when you go out, and use your brains more when you get into trouble." Liu Handong patted the back of the fire thunder and comforted.

"You have this gun with you, you can use it outside." Liu Handong stuffed gLock19 to Huolei.

Choi Jung-ho looked at the sea, smoking in the wind, the sea breeze was blowing, blowing his head, the ugly and dirty North Korean refugees who used to squat next to the garbage heap have now changed their appearance, wearing decent clothes bought in shops in Causeway Bay, vaguely like people from the Republic of Korea.

The time was almost up, Xiao Cui threw away the cigarette butt and came over to say goodbye to Liu Handong.

Liu Handong stretched out his hand: "Xiao Cui, I delayed you a lot, in fact, I should have sent you to South Korea a long time ago." ”

Cui Zhenghao had a cold face, held Liu Handong's hand, and suddenly pulled him over and hugged him fiercely.

"Xiao Cui, I'm not used to your enthusiasm." Liu Handong said with a smile.

"Don't you want to know my identity, in fact, I'm the guard of Vice Marshal Cui Longhai." Cui Zhenghao said softly in Liu Handong's ear.

Liu Handong was shocked, Xiao Cui turned out to be the personal guard of North Korea's second-in-command Cui Longhai, no wonder he was so good, Cui Longhai was secretly arrested by the North Korean authorities the year before last, and was shot three days later, shocking the world again.

"Goodbye, friend." Cui Zhenghao took a step back, raised his hand in salute, then picked up his luggage and strode away.

"Brother Bangzi, wait for me." Huo Lei picked up the box and chased after him, ran a few steps and turned around and said, "Brother Dong, chat online, WeChat contact." ”

"Have a nice trip!" Liu Handong waved goodbye, feeling lost in his heart.

There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, Cui Zhenghao and Huo Lei finally left, Liu Handong and the rest of the people also returned to Da 6 with the help of Zheng Chen, and set off to return home with the things purchased from Hong Kong.

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After Brother Sen went back, he asked his old friend to learn more about Zheng Chen's background, and he was really scared into a cold sweat, glad that he didn't go against him, and thought that Huang Zhandong was making small moves behind his back, so he was angry and decided to punish this kid again.

"Ah Qiang, call Ah Zhan to go back to Hong Kong, I have something to look for him." Brother Sen commanded.

When the phone was connected, Huang Zhandong said that he could not come to the mainland for the time being, and he would return to Hong Kong in three days.

"He didn't want to look into that matter, I've already taken care of it." Brother Sen was a little unhappy when he thought of this, and he needed to vent it.

Brother Sen has a habit of patronizing Lou Feng's business, especially Beigu, who has long thighs, Su zhì is much stronger than Malay girls and local goods, and he can let go, he dares to play any tricks, Brother Sen has hemorrhoids, he loves to play Dulong Diamond, he has a place he frequents, only 800 Hong Kong dollars per time, you can play all afternoon.

After arranging the business of the club, Brother Sen took Ah Qiang and the driver to the old place for entertainment, he asked Ah Qiang to wait nearby, went upstairs by himself, was familiar with the door, knocked on the door and entered the house, sat on the bench and waited for a while, the previous guest came out, Brother Sen went in, Beigu called Xiaoli, she looked a little stumbling, but the strip was good, one meter seven tall, 34d bust, Xiaoli made a basin of water to help Brother Sen wash, and she also washed it indiscriminately, rinsed her mouth, and began to serve.

Two hours later, Brother Sen, who was physically and mentally comfortable, went downstairs, took out his mobile phone and was about to call Ah Qiang to pick it up, when suddenly there were several figures wandering nearby, all of them were Indian and Pakistani faces, holding long strips of newspaper-wrapped objects in their hands.

Brother Sen is vigilant, the murders on the road are generally committed by Indian and Pakistani swordsmen, they are more ruthless than the locals, more unscrupulous, and the fees are low.

Ah Qiang didn't answer the phone, Brother Sen was a little worried, turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but saw two dark Indian faces also appeared in the stairs, he was nervous, he didn't bring a guy when he came out to play, if the Gurkha dogleg scimitar was in hand, are you still afraid of these guys.

The Indian and Pakistani knifemen slowly opened the newspaper, revealing a snowy watermelon knife, and the killing was complete.

Brother Sen pulled his legs and ran, taking off his coat and wrapping it around his arm while running, he walked like flying, and the knife hands were chasing after him, in the end, he was old, people in their fifties, and they usually neglected to exercise, and they were out of breath when they ran out of 100 meters, and the degree slowed down, and there was a sound of breaking wind in the back of his head, Brother Sen subconsciously lowered his head, and the watermelon knife was close to his scalp and slashed over.

Continue to run, there is a car in front of you, the license plate number is so familiar, it is your own car.

"Cuong, save me!" Brother Sen shouted hoarsely.

A face wearing sunglasses poked out of the car, and Cuong looked at Brother Sen expressionlessly, the window glass rising.

Brother Sen understood, Ah Qiang betrayed himself, the huge blow made his legs weak, his pace slowed down, the knifemen chased up, and the knives were chopped down, Brother Sen raised his hand to resist, the thin clothes could not block the sharp watermelon knife, his arm was almost cut off, and he was stabbed a few times on his body, he barely ran a few more steps, and was slashed four or five times on his back, he felt that his strength was passing little by little, and he couldn't run anymore.

The swordsmen slashed around Brother Sen, blurring his flesh and blood, and then scattered.

The car door opened, and Brother Sen, who was dying, saw a pair of familiar leather shoes, and looked up with difficulty, the owner of the leather shoes was Huang Zhandong.