That night, eight o'clock.

The Western District Crime Squad broke into Kowloon's land, turning over hotels, powder stalls, and underground casinos. didn't care about the face of his colleagues at all, and started to make things happen under the pretext of handling the case.

Kowloon, where fish and dragons are mixed, is much more rampant than the Western District. In less than an hour, the guys pulled out their guns three times, and with a full warehouse of bullets, they pulled off the dough of the old boys layer by layer.

It wasn't until later that Chen Jiaju walked into the field, and simply stopped talking first, and slapped the gun on the table again......

The bigwigs saw this scene, and they called Huang Zhicheng of the anti-black group one after another, making Huang Zhicheng tremble: "What's the matter with Sir Li, don't give any face?" Anyway, I've called you to inform you if you want to stab me like this. ”

"The whole Kowloon is not peaceful now, and there will be big events at night." Huang Zhicheng changed into a suit, his face was full of stubble in the police station, looking at the information in his hand with a dignified face.

To be honest, the guys from the West Side came to make trouble, and in his eyes, it was just a trivial matter.

The biggest thing is that Ni Yongxiao has done it!

According to the wind received by the informant, the remaining four leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui were all killed tonight. Thinking about it with your ass, you know whose action it is.

Moreover, Guohua has been operating in Tsim Sha Tsui for so many years, and they have a lot of old boys who eat mixed rice. Except for Han Chen's gang, who hung up in advance, they have already dispersed. There are only four people left, and their horses all depend on them for food. Now that Ni Yongxiao has killed four people at the same time, their horses will definitely make trouble.

If they don't make trouble, all the business territory will be taken away by the Ni family, and they can't even afford to eat, so what else can they do? Huang Zhicheng felt his head when he thought about it, and he knew that it was not bad to die in the hotel and be a mandarin duck ghost.

At this time, a police officer came over: "Sir Huang, the commissioner asked you to come over." ”

"Okay." Huang Zhicheng looked bitter, walked up from his position, and pushed open the office of the Commissioner of Kowloon. I saw Lu Qichang standing next to Director Zhang, and as soon as he entered the door, Director Zhang blew his nose and glared: "Huang Zhicheng, I just received a call from Huang Sir in the Western District, saying that their senior inspector's police car was bombed on Temple Street?" ”

"There are also killers who dare to attack the police on the street, lose your mother, how can you bring the anti-black team!" The more Director Zhang talked, the more angry he became, and what he was scolding was a scolding.

West End, that's West End! The current Commissioner's Nest! If the police officer there dies in the West District, Director Zhang's illusion of being promoted with his thighs will be shattered, do you think he is angry in his heart?

Huang Zhicheng said with an uninhibited face: "I called Li sir in advance, isn't he okay?" ”

"Hmph, it's best not to have anything to do tonight!" Director Zhang glanced at him coldly, and then said: "I want to be safe tonight, and I will catch the mastermind behind the scenes twenty-four hours a day, is there a way?" ”

"Yes! Rest assured, sir! ”

Huang Zhicheng knew that Director Zhang had always had a good temper and rarely gave such death orders. But once he got down, he really couldn't shirk it, and immediately raised his hand to salute.

"Go out and do things." Director Zhang waved his hand, drove Huang Zhicheng out, and continued to talk to Lu Qichang.

After leaving the office, Huang Zhicheng said with an angry face: "I was also by a killer, why don't you care about me." ”

"Huang sir, what did you say?" A guy next to him said with a little confusion.

"It's okay, how's it going out now?" Huang Zhicheng suppressed his expression and asked the guy.

The guy suddenly answered the phone, um-huh twice, put the phone down, and then said, "The heads of the four gangs are talking together, and they are definitely going to do something big tonight." ”

Wow. The horses under the four gangs are more than three or four hundred, and the few are more than 100. It's troublesome enough for them to make things apart, and now they get together and are ready to play a thousand slashes? The next day the morgue couldn't hold them!

Huang Zhicheng chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly shouted: "Go out and stare at them, don't let them mess around." ”

……

Ah Sheng's food stall.

A row of vans blocked the main entrance of the food stalls, and hundreds of young brothers in flowered shirts, standing or squatting, crowded the outside of the stalls.

Four new bigwigs, inheriting the excellent traditions of the old school, gathered around the round wooden table to make hot pot.

This group of dead people don't know how to learn from experience at all, and they know that the hot pot will die quickly, but they still have to fight the pot when they meet.

As the head horse of Guohua, "Zhuzhu Wu" knocked the bowl with chopsticks, stuffed a large piece of dog meat into his mouth, and chirped: "Finish the Ni family tonight, and in the future, the forces in Tsim Sha Tsui will be divided equally, right?" ”

"Is it a division of business, or a division of territory?" Wen Zheng's head horse "Smoke Ghost Wei" is very shrewd, and he will definitely do it only after negotiating the benefits. After all, if you want to carry the handle in Tsim Sha Tsui tonight, one or two people are not enough to die.

The remaining two "Old Dog Chen" and "Scar Cai" also looked at "Zhuzhu Wu". Because among the four people, only the soldiers and horses who entered Zhuwu were the strongest and the most numerous. How to divide the benefits, it must be up to him to speak.

However, Wu is not stupid, he knows how to grasp the balance when negotiating, and everything is in accordance with the rules.

"Let's divide the business, white powder, gambling stalls, and horse fences. Among them, the white powder is divided into two parts, which belong to me and the smoker, and the remaining two parts are one for each of you. ”

Although the Ni family started as a white powder, it is the largest supplier in Hong Kong. But it has also invested in a lot of businesses, among which gambling stalls and horse pens have the largest share. One by one, one by one, enough for them to eat. As for the largest white powder business, it was divided equally between Zhuwu and Yanguiwei, the two bigwigs who had the most troops.

The four of them picked up the wine glass and took a sip, exchanged glances with each other, and then raised their glasses and touched it: "That's it." ”

"Everybody do things!"

"Do things!"

After drinking all the liquor, Zhuzhu Wu took the lead in getting up, and waved his hand to the little brother behind him, and a large number of soldiers and horses followed behind their butts. The remaining three big guys also followed with their younger brothers. The surging crowd filled the entire street, and even the patrolling police did not dare to approach.

Huang Zhicheng sat in the police car, holding a gun in his hand, and thought for a while before saying, "Let the guys drive to follow, don't get out of the car yet." ”

He even had some expectations that Ni Yongxiao alone would be able to deal with this group of troubled boys. Otherwise, if they really rush down, the guys of the anti-black group will inevitably have casualties.

What's more, this food stall is not far from the Ni family's mansion, only a kilometer away at most. So after snatching the knife from the van, Crazy Boy simply swaggered over.

No way, relying on these vans to transport thousands of people? I'm afraid that the sky will already be dawn before the soldiers and horses are transported.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Police officers from the Western District have withdrawn from Kowloon, leaving the stage for the gang of boys to rebel.

And when crossing the driveway, the old boys dislike that there are too many trucks at night and the horn is too loud, so they simply cross the street through the underpass.

Kowloon's newly built underground passage is wide and large, and it is not a problem to accommodate thousands of people. But after they entered the underpass, four trucks on the road suddenly rushed out of the lane, and with a bang, blocked the exit of the underpass.

The originally dim underground passage became even more silent, leaving only the yellow light, barely illuminating the vision of the Troubled Boys.

"Zhuzhu Wu" had a cigarette in his mouth, heard a loud noise coming from the entrance, as if sensing that something was wrong, and glanced at the rest of the people, and whispered: "There is a problem." ”

"It doesn't matter, if you meet someone, you will cut the fuck." Smoke Ghost Wei glared fiercely, raised his hand and shouted, "Brothers, Liang guys." ”

Whew!

Thousands of blades were pulled up by the Tricky Boy almost at the same time. They held all kinds of machetes, and under the light of the light, the underground passage was illuminated with a cold light.

And at the four entrances to the passage, there was a bang, Each truck was crowded with knifemen, armed with machetes and red ropes in their hands, roaring and rushing down from the trunks. In the blink of an eye, the crowd turned into a torrent and rushed into the underground passage, colliding with the horses of the four bigwigs.

"Kill!"

"Hack these anti-bone boys."

"A knife in heaven and a knife in hell, brothers dare to fuck."

The clanging sound of knives is constantly sounding, and it is random hissing...... The sound of flesh and blood being cut through clothes by knives.

Due to the large number of people, there is not much room to dodge in the underground passage. Once the Troubled Boys fall to the ground, they will be trampled to death. There are only a few quick-witted guys who know how to lie down by the wall and pretend to be dead.

The sound of puffing into the flesh was endless, and the two gangs of people quickly killed until their eyes were red, and they cut when they saw people, and they cut until they were soft, and they never retreated if they didn't lie on the other side.

A moment later, blood soaked the floor, and the murderous battle continued.

Huang Zhicheng and his men hurriedly got out of the car, but they were blocked by the truck at the intersection. This made him tremble with anger, and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the third uncle of the Ni family in the passenger seat of the truck and shouted: "Get out of the way, if you don't dodge again, I'll shoot you." ”

The third uncle was not afraid at all, and shrugged his shoulders: "Sir, my car is out of gas, don't blame me." ”

"You don't think I'm brave enough to shoot." Huang Zhicheng pressed the insurance open, which made the third uncle's face change: "I'll release them, don't regret it!" ”

"This ......" Huang Zhicheng hesitated for a while, and silently put the gun back in his pocket.

At the same time, a banging gunshot suddenly rang out inside the underpass.

What followed was the sound of fast gunshots, which silenced all the guys in the Kowloon Anti-Black Group.

The morgue in Kowloon tonight looks like it will really not be enough.

The third uncle took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, Didi, and successfully transmitted it to Ni Yongxiao's mobile phone.

……

Rental houses.

Li Shaoze's figure appeared in the mirror.

Black trench coat, top hat, cufflinks, leather boots...... The figure of Shawshank is handsome in the moonlight, not like a mortal.

He put the clothes he had changed, as well as the golden revolver, the eight chopping knives and other items, all into the dimensional space of the system.

From then on, the rental house will be abandoned. All traces of Xiao Shengke will only exist in another space.

"Dare to blow up Lao Tzu's car?"

The corners of "Shawshank's" mouth picked up coldly: "Lao Tzu's revenge never sleeps overnight!" ”