Hong Kong Island

Temple Street is still bustling in the wee hours of the morning.

At the food stall on the side of the street, a man and a woman sit on a low wooden table, facing the dry fried beef river on the plate.

To say, it's still this kind of thing that suits your appetite.

The airplane stove next to it roared.

The aroma of food wafting in the air attracts tourists to stop and saliva is constantly secreted.

"Here, old man!"

The food stall brother stepped forward quickly with a tray, and a plate of small fried dishes was quickly put on the wooden table: "Fried snails, fried sausages, black pepper potato beef cubes, fried razor clams with soy peppers, all the dishes are ready." ”

"Wait."

Ethan hurriedly swallowed the pho in his mouth and waved his hand:

"Brother, come over with a beer!"

"Sharp~"

The food stall brother threw the towel on his shoulder, smiled and shook his legs: "I know how to speak Cantonese again, and my mouth is sweet and sweet, come on, two beers are here!" ”

"A box."

Ethan hurriedly waved his hand and stretched out a finger: "Don't tie two, tie one box." ”

When you come to Hong Kong Island for a late-night snack, you always feel like something is missing if you don't drink beer, and this place is not suitable for whisky.

It's too offbeat, and it also seems to be pretended.

After the two of them caused a massacre in Tokyo, they didn't even stop, returned to the hotel and immediately packed up their things and took a plane to Hong Kong Island to avoid the turmoil behind.

Those few katanas, found an expensive private shipping company.

Escorted directly back to Banshee Town.

As soon as they got off the plane, Ethan took a taxi and went straight to Temple Street to feel the fireworks and replenish his strength by the way.

On the other side, Beatrice's hand holding the chopsticks was still shaking.

Not afraid.

It's completely exhaustive.

Just now on the plane, she showed some symptoms of detachment, and after the effects of adrenal hormones subsided, the negative reactions of that body began to appear.

"Bang~"

He lifted the cap and handed over a bottle of beer: "I think you need some beer in your current situation!" ”

"Thank you!"

Beatrice bit her cheek and reached for the beer bottle.

The body hurts hotly.

But at this time, I can only endure it, and the comfort in my heart is more important than the injuries on my body.

"Thank you."

She thanked her again and lifted the wine bottle: "If it weren't for you, even if I could kill Ishii Yulian, I would have to pay a great price, compared to that, the only thing on my body now can be regarded as abrasions." ”

Bang~

The bottles collided with a crunching sound.

The two of them raised their bottles and blew the beer clean in one go.

"Special News Coverage."

"At 10:01 p.m., there was a very tragic gang vendetta in Shinjuku, Tokyo, and there were probably dozens of gang members killed or injured at the scene, and the specific death toll needs to be further checked."

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is strongly outraged by this."

"The person in charge said that the murderer will definitely be arrested and brought to justice, and a special operation against violent associations will be launched in the next period of time."

"The next video clip is a picture of the murderer filmed by Tokyo citizens."

The sound coming from the small TV hanging on the wall attracted the attention of everyone in the food stall, and Ethan also raised his eyebrows to look up, only to see the picture on the TV screen shaking.

But you can see that it's the streets of Shinjuku.

The black motorcycle roared wildly and was rushing from the other side of the street.

Behind, followed by several patrol cars.

At this time, the speed of the screen slowed down, and the guy in the bloody suit and black helmet reached into his coat, pulled out a short and sharp submachine gun, and threw it at the back.

Heavy gunfire came from the loudspeaker of the television.

The rumbling continued.

Two police cars collided and sent up a cloud of debris, and the crowd ran wildly.

"Hang~"

Some diners saw this picture that can only appear in action blockbusters, and swallowed the beer in their mouths with difficulty: "Is it filming!" Ganpo Street, dripping cherry blossoms bumpy!! ”

The footage replays again, frozen in the moment when the gunman swings his arm and strafes.

Motorcycle bias.

The suit flipped and flames erupted from the muzzle.

On the mask of the motorcycle helmet, there are still a little snowflakes, and the momentum is quite fierce.

"The scene of the crime has been cordoned off."

As soon as the picture turned, the telephoto lens kept shrinking, magnifying the scene in the distance: "Although I don't know the casualties, it is definitely quite a terrifying data." ”

Outside the building in Aobaya.

More than a dozen patrol cars had been encircled, and a corpse covered with a white cloth had been carried out.

No, it should be red cloth to be exact.

The blood had already stained the white shroud red, and from time to time I saw someone from the Metropolitan Police Department running into a corner and vomiting violently.

The live broadcast on TV stopped the sound of the food stall and the stove, and the stir-fry chef looked straight at it, unable to imagine what was going on inside.

"The above is a special report by TVB News."

The host's voice continued to sound on the TV speaker: "We will continue to pay attention to this special event in the future." ”

"Bang."

The beer bottle cap is lifted again.

Ethan picked up a piece of fried sausage and put it in his mouth, biting it crunchy.

The act of pouring beer into the glass and foaming white also brought the food stalls back to life, and everyone began to go about their business, eating and drinking.

When this kind of thing doesn't happen to you, it's just fun!

Of course, a few words of discussion are always indispensable.

Looking at the breezy appearance of the guy opposite, the corners of Beatrice's eyes twitched slightly: "Can I ask you a question?" ”

"What did you do before?"

"Town Police."

Ethan smiled and raised his glass.

"Uh-huh???"

The female killer rolled her eyes, looking like you don't take me for a fool.

"Please."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ethan smiled and picked up a piece of black pepper beef cubes and put it in his mouth: "What do I say, there is an advantage, most of the time I still tell the truth." ”

"喏~"

In response, Beatrice flashed her slender middle finger.

The night is getting darker.

The two chatted in a casual manner, enjoying post-war leisure on the streets of Hong Kong Island, calming their spirits with cold beer and street food.

Although Beatrice is vengeful.

But it's not time to leave for Mexico, the killing has just been made, and the necessary trimming is still needed.

Some of the wounds on the body also need to be restored.

For the next few days, Ethan transformed into a tourist, wandering around Victoria Harbour alone, taking photos with the statue of Bruce Lee, and climbing to the top of Victoria Peak to overlook the dazzling night view of Hong Kong Island.

I also took an in-depth look at the style of Lan Kwai Fong.

Finally, I went to Wong Tai Sin Temple to worship, which can be described as very busy.

After a few days of recuperation, Beatrice finally recovered, Ethan also packed up his mood, and the two did not stop on Hong Kong Island for long, just like when they came, they boarded the plane with simple luggage and went straight to Mexico. (End of chapter)