Chapter 717: Liu Jianming's arrangement

Mong Kok is the most densely populated place in the world, but the Mong Kok Police Station has only a few hundred people, and the police force is very lacking in terms of dealing with crime.

In order to cope with this situation, Kowloon West Region has also placed the Emergency Unit of Kowloon West Region at the Mong Kok Police Station.

When Lin Laifu returned to the Mong Kok Police Station with four eyes, he saw rows of police cars, police officers coming in and out, and the police station building looked solemn and serious.

The tyrannical factor in the original body was slowly hidden.

In the police station, it is not his turn to be a 'dirty rat' rampant.

……

Filthy rats mean Madahar, but Xiangjiang people generally refer to the big circle boys who come to Xiangjiang to make a living, and the big circle gang is sometimes called the rat gang.

The status of the Rat Gang in Hong Kong is only higher than that of the Vietnamese gang who smuggled to Hong Kong.

Lin Laifu came to Hong Kong this time to take people's money and prepare to murder a gang boss, and the deposit of 50,000 yuan has been obtained in his hand, and there is even a pistol full of bullets in his bag.

It's a pity that he doesn't dare to trust anyone now, because he saw with his own eyes that he told his fellow countryman an address on the front foot, and the police pounced on the back foot.

In other words, his fellow countrymen have betrayed him.

……

"Sir, I'm a groom, how do I know so many things?"

The big fat egg tart couldn't help his legs, he always wanted to kneel, but if he didn't kneel, his heart would not be steady, and the cold sweat on his face flowed down one by one, and after a while, the beads of sweat had wet the soup on the ground.

"I don't know how much you know, but do you understand? When a person is lying, the frequency of blinking of his eyes is completely different from that of normal speech. ”

Liu Jianming stretched out his hand to support the egg tart, and then smiled faintly: "I know what you want to say, and I know that you have your own privacy problems, but I just want to know, why is it so messy recently?" ”

As soon as the egg tart opened his mouth, he saw the contemptuous look in Liu Jianming's eyes, and immediately swallowed back the perfunctory words.

"Sir, I don't know, some things are actually my hearsay, and I may not be sure."

"Say it."

"This time the incident should be Dongxing's Uncle Tian and the ninth uncle of the United Society, the two of them have been playing since childhood, and the contradiction has long existed, two months ago, when Ah Sir you didn't come to Mong Kok, Dongxing and the United Society were fighting for territory in Mong Kok Women's Street, but at that time, Dadong was there, and they didn't make trouble. Later, the people of the United Society were killed, and Dongxing's Dadong was also imprisoned, and the current manager of the United Society is Uncle Jiu, and Dongxing's is Uncle Tian, and the two of them are together, because Ah Sir is under your prestige, so naturally they don't dare to make trouble, but two days ago, things took turns again. ”

"Two days ago, the two families made a fuss again in the women's street for the turf, but there was a sir at the time, they naturally did not make a fuss, and at night Uncle Nine's men went to Uncle Tian's field to make trouble, and as a result, Uncle Tian's son Tiger beat K, Uncle Nine's subordinate Lianghui was naturally unwilling to be beaten, and when the tiger left with the girl, Lianghui and his little brother wanted to stop the tiger's car, beat the tiger hard, and retaliated back, who knew that the tiger drank too much, hit the car on the railing, gasoline caught fire, an explosion, and the tiger was finished."

"Uncle Tian died of his son, so he was naturally unwilling, and he must let Lianghui and Uncle Nine pay for their lives. Yesterday, Lianghui was killed by Uncle Tim in Yau Ma Tei. Uncle Nine was naturally unwilling to be killed, so he hid in a corner of Mong Kok, he was also looking for a killer, preparing to kill Uncle Tim first, and I heard that he had found the Vietnamese gang. Uncle Tim is also hiding in Mong Kok, and he also found the Dirty Rat Gang, and now the Dirty Rat Gang and the Big Circle Gang are crowded together, trying to find Uncle Tim and Uncle Nine and kill them, and now Mong Kok has at least squeezed out no less than 100 killers, and it is difficult to think that everything is okay. ”

"!"

Liu Jianming didn't expect things to get into trouble, but it was still for the sake of turf.

These guys are really well fed.

"Ah sir, let me have a word of conscience, and I am fortunate that Mong Kok has you in charge, otherwise the Dirty Rat Gang and the Vietnamese Gang would not have known how many incidents there were. However, it is not a way to keep things pressed like this, if you can find Uncle Nine and Uncle Tian and let them have a duel by themselves, it will be the best, otherwise it will have an impact, and it is likely to be another big war. ”

"I see, is there any other news?"

"No, no, this matter is so big, the limelight has almost overshadowed the election of the triad conversation."

The egg tart wiped the sweat beads on his face, shook his head into a rattle, and made trouble with the two clubs, which has already made Mong Kok panic, and if there is anything to do, let these low-level people not live.

Liu Jianming waved his hand to let the tart leave, closed his eyes and pondered.

Dongxing is considered an old force in Mong Kok, when Dadong was there, he single-handedly suppressed the three associations, Heshenghe, and Hongxing, and now the Lianshe and Heshenghe were killed by themselves, although Dongxing has changed a new person, but the overall strength has not weakened, that is to say, Dongxing still has the strength to overwhelm the three associations.

The cigarette was lit, and the light of the cigarette flickered in the gray hall.

……

"Signs, it seems to be really unstable lately, can't something happen?"

"What could it be?"

Miao Zhishun carried a glass of Coke and walked on the street, looking at the still bustling street, he didn't feel any difference.

"It's the people who sold the reproduced CDs and counterfeit bags that are gone."

Miao Zhishun's subordinates are obviously much more sensitive to the market than Miao Zhishun.

"And those parking boys are gone."

Another old fellow looked at the nearby valet billboard, which was empty.

"Do you want to call Liu sir from the Mong Kok Serious Crime Team and ask what's going on?"

"We're here to investigate murder, not the anti-gang group."

"The anti-black team doesn't expect to know about this yet."

……

Jingle Bell –

"Hello? Who is it? ”

Liu Jianming flicked the cigarette in his hand, and at some point, it had burned to the end.

"Is it Sir Liu? I'm Liu Dandan, remember? ”

"Remember, what's the matter?"

Liu Jianming has a good memory of beauties, although Dandan is just a girl standing on the street, this still does not prevent Liu Jianming from having an impression and memory of her.

After all, the two only met at noon, and it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

"That's the case, I just called back, and that Brother Hua actually ran back and beat up the innkeeper, can you take care of this?"

"I see, I'll be over later."

"Thank you, Sir Liu, when I go back, I will invite you to dinner."

"It's okay, I'm a police officer."

Liu Jianming hung up the phone, put a large bill on the dining table, walked out of the bar, and rushed towards the small hotel he passed by in the morning.

However, when he walked over, Liu Jianming dialed a number.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Thirteenth sister, it's me, you can bring someone to the Jinshan Hotel on Balan Street now."

"What's the matter, big guy, can you tell me?"

"Do you want to be the boss of Mong Kok?"

"Yes, of course, but I know how capable I am."

"If you want to, bring someone to Jinshan Hotel first, and then the position of the boss of Mong Kok will be handed over to you to sit!"

Liu Jianming hung up the phone and looked up at the sky, the high-rise buildings in Mong Kok had completely blocked the winter sun, and he couldn't feel a trace of sunshine when he walked on the street.