Mid-levels, famous for its luxury homes.

The ancients said that the great hidden in the court, but Hong Kong has a saying that the great hidden in the mountains originates from the mansions in the mid-levels, and their owners are either rich or noble, and they are rich and noble.

If you can afford a single-family villa with a garden pool, then congratulations, you are definitely a famous and well-known rich celebrity in most countries, such as Li, Guo, Huo, and Zheng.

In this society, the house has become an important benchmark for class.

In the scattered villa complex in the middle of the mountain, the triad veteran Jiang Tianyou's house is the most low-key, don't think that this Mr. Jiang's influence and strength are far inferior to a few super-rich neighbors, in the Hong Kong underworld, Jiang's face is definitely more weighty than Li Ka-shing's face, and he speaks better than the chief executive.

"Brother Zhang, may we cooperate happily, have time to come to Hong Kong for a walk, give me a chance to do the friendship of the landlord, good, good, I will wait for Brother Zhang at any time, that matter, I will do it beautifully, Brother Zhang will wait for good news."

In the quaint study, Jiang Tianyou hung up the phone with a smile, and after hanging up the phone, the underworld tycoon picked up the envelope on the desk and took out a few photos.

It's the same person in the photo.

Cao Zhenhua, the former lord of the Great Circle.

"Brother Cao, don't blame me for being ruthless, whoever is powerful, who is my friend." Jiang Tianyou sneered and muttered, his smiling face was full of deep murderous intent.

It's still the same old saying: there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

The Peninsula Hotel, facing Victoria Harbour, is worthy of the reputation of a noble lady from the Far East, luxurious and atmospheric, and Yang Chen has no scruples about staying here after the murder.

It's a relatively safe place, and killers and gangsters alike won't choose to attack in places frequented by celebrities and dignitaries unless they have to.

The staff of the Hong Kong branch of the Arctic Fox arranged three adjacent rooms for five people, a luxury sea view suite, with an excellent viewing angle, condescending overlooking the entire Victoria Harbour, Cao Zhenhua had no intention of enjoying the scenery, the killer had arrived, and the murder was done, and the son of the old comrade-in-arms was still calm and idle in the hotel, and he was puzzled.

"Uncle Cao, live here with peace of mind, everything is with me." Yang Chen personally made a cup of coffee for the worried Cao Zhenhua, and he knew what Uncle Cao was worried about.

Killers, cops.

To him, it's nothing.

Cao Zhenhua took the coffee cup, pressed the doubts in his heart, and nodded heavily, not because he was worried about his own safety, but because he was afraid that the only son of his old comrade-in-arms would be pulled into danger by himself.

Escaping into Hong Kong to find Yang Chen's child to help take revenge, right or wrong, at this moment, Boss Cao really has no bottom in his heart, wondering where Zhou Ding has so much confidence in Yang Chen.

On the second day after the five people checked into the Peninsula Hotel, the police rushed to three cars with private license plates, and more than a dozen people came down, led by Song Zihao, the head of the Kowloon Police District Serious Crime Team.

"I'm so bold, and I'm really good at picking places." Song Zihao looked up at the Peninsula Hotel, and the smile on his handsome face was cold to the bone.

"Song sir, the SDU will be in place in five minutes." Song Zihao's beautiful deputy walked up to Song Zihao to report the situation.

Li Wenfang, a senior inspector, a karate black belt, a shooting master, has won the IPSC shooting competition championship many times, and is a flower in the Kowloon Chief Police District, but this 33-year-old beauty is still single, which is not unrelated to her too cold and fierce style when handling cases.

"Then we'll wait." Song Zihao stuffed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, leaned on the Volvo car, looked at his watch, full of gentlemanly style, several little girls who had just graduated from the police academy in the police station had a crush on this guy, which shows that the attractiveness of a charming mature man to a woman is not necessarily inferior to a beautiful man.

More than a dozen plainclothes police officers who accompanied Song Zihao in handling the case also endured Xingzi and others, and the suspects staying at the Peninsula Hotel were extremely dangerous and had to wait for the SDU to be in place.

Five minutes, extremely short, but all the detectives of the serious crime team, including Song Zihao, felt that every second passed so slowly, and finally the Bluetooth headset on Li Wenfangka's ear sent out the response from the SDU side, and the two action teams had secretly infiltrated from the back door of the hotel to complete the deployment.

"Song Sir"

Li Wenfang nodded at Song Zihao, who turned his face to her, meaning that he could act, Song Zihao took a long breath, spit out the gum, and said coolly!

More than a dozen detectives of the Serious Crime Team in suits, led by Song Zihao, walked quickly to the revolving glass door of the hotel, and almost at the same time, Yang Chen walked out of the revolving glass door.

Song Zihao was slightly stunned.

Why did the number one suspect suddenly come out? Coincidental?

"What's the matter, tell me, don't disturb my elders to rest." Yang Chen stood on the steps in front of the revolving door of the hotel, staring at Song Zihao and the others with a smile.

As soon as these policemen appeared, Yang Chen in the hotel room noticed them, even if they were wearing civilian clothes, they couldn't hide from Yang Chen, who had a good eye.

"Tell you" Song Zihao stared at Yang Chen, his handsome face sneered, the stupid × in mainland Mandarin in front of him didn't understand what a legal society was or did he think he was too awesome?

"I think there was a misunderstanding between us." Yang Chen acted as if he was fine, with a smile on his face, and let three plainclothes policemen rush up to control him.

"Sir Song has a situation." Li Wenfang, who was in charge of communicating with SDU, spoke with a solemn face, walked quickly to Song Zihao's side, and whispered, Song Zihao's face changed suddenly.

Two SDU action teams had an accident, and 16 people were knocked down by two suspects with their bare hands, incapacitated, and did not even have a chance to shoot.

Fantastic.

SDU, the full name of Special Mission Company, is commonly known as the Flying Tigers.

This is the ultimate soldier of the Hong Kong police, Counter-Strike, how can it be so vulnerable.

"Don't worry, my people don't hurt easily." Yang Chen looked at Song Zihao, who was full of shock, smiling playfully, everything was under his control.

"Take him away first." Song Zihao, who came back to his senses, glared at Yang Chen fiercely, grabbed one and counted one, what did he think, before the words fell, his mobile phone rang.

The telephone number of the Chief Superintendent of Kowloon Region.

Song Zihao quickly connected the phone, listened to the instructions of his boss, his expression gradually changed, and after listening to the phone, he looked at Yang Chen in disbelief.

"What's wrong with Sir Song?" Li Wenfang asked in surprise.

Song Zihao said slowly: "Open the handcuffs for him, the boss said that he is a friend and not an enemy, there was a misunderstanding before, and let us politely ask him to go back and make a record." ”

"What?" Li Wenfang was puzzled, why the murderer was a friend but not an enemy, and the rest of the serious crime team looked at each other, and it was difficult to understand the orders from above.

Hong Kong, where there is a legal system, and the legal system is very sound, how can Yang Chen, who kills people on the street and exposes his whereabouts, do it to the end, after all, Hong Kong is now a special administrative region of the Republic.

Last night, he reported the situation in Hong Kong to Lao Yu 1510, and kept his hands behind to solve the trouble caused by the Hong Kong police.