Wang Zuluo returned the photo to Duan Kun, the one who died on it was called a turkey, and this bastard slandered Brother Luo every day.

Every time it is said that Brother Luo personally killed the number of Lianying beaters, it ranges from dozens to more than a hundred. He also accused Brother Lai Luo of confronting Pu Jun's explosives with a gun.

Now there are uniformed police patrols outside Weilong's finances every day, who the hell will die if this one doesn't die on the street?

Thinking that his reputation was stinked by such a guy, Wang Zuluo hated it so much.

Dao Zi Luo, who likes the broken nickname, who takes it, damn, there are still people who say that their name is Bloody Luo these days, are all the people on the road blind? Do you believe this rumor? It's outrageous.

"Ah Kun, find someone to let go out, just say that my king Zu Luo Si Wen is kind to people. It's better to find someone to give me a nickname like Liang Zaoluo, at least I still look like a serious person. ”

The name Dao Ziluo is a brainless person when he hears it, and the patrol police will have to look at you twice when they hear it.

"Brother Luo, this ......" Duan Kun's expression was a little distorted, he had never seen anyone on the road give himself a nickname.

Besides, it's not something he can do by letting the wind out.

Lianying didn't know what to think, since the turkey was talking nonsense on the street, they also followed to promote Wang Zuluo's 'achievements'. Even he, Duan Kun, himself has a nickname of a hot hand and a white head, and he is still wronged.

Ah Hua is even more miserable, Jin Ganghua is talking about him, it is said that he was slashed eighteen times, and he is still helping Luo Ge block the knife while holding his intestines.

Rumor has it that he finally got a compensation of 10,000 yuan for a knife edge. This price has greatly raised the current market price on the road, and many people are already unhappy.

"Brother Luo, Ah Hua's nickname ......, I don't know the one who spread the word on the street, now there are a lot of people who want to follow me, the first sentence is to ask us if this person is 10,000 yuan for a knife."

Duan Kun tried to dispel Wang Zuluo's thoughts, the nickname of this thing is too cheap for himself, and it is powerful enough for others to shout.

So he pulled out the unlucky guy Ah Hua, wanting to divert Luo Ge's attention.

Sure enough, Brother Luo couldn't see Ah Hua's nickname. You see, now when I hear a knife and ten thousand pieces, my face is black.

Wang Zuluo took a deep breath to suppress the anger, glared at Duan Kun, and got into the car with the shoebox.

Ten minutes later, outside the café outside the Mong Kok Police Station. Wang Zuluo looked left and right, ready to find a random guy to send something to Feisha.

I couldn't choose to choose and didn't find a suitable one, and there wasn't even a rotten boy on this street, which made Wang Zuluo feel a little misjudged.

Rotten boy didn't find a student boy, but now this point is class time. The student boy can't look at it, but the old man has one.

The first choice for finding someone to do things is the old, weak, sick and disabled, so Wang Zuluo put on a mask and quickly caught up with the old man in front of him who was still shaking his hands.

"Uncle, I'm ......, eh, hello uncle, I'm a takeaway."

Wang Zuluo looked at the person in front of him strangely, why are you wearing such an old-fashioned style?

If I hadn't seen you come out of the police station, I would have thought you were a salty wet guy selling discs on the street.

Especially this trembling hand, Wang Zuluo thought that he had met an old man with geriatric diseases.

Cao Dahua, who walked against the wall at the entrance of the police station, was shouted at coldly, and his hair stood up in fright.

Looking back, it turned out to be a beautiful boy who delivered takeaways, and he was relieved.

"Sorry, I didn't order takeout." After speaking, Cao Dahua was ready to walk towards the alley next to him.

This time, I came to help my colleague fill out the list of funeral subsidies, but I deliberately dressed up, and chose a time period with few people, just for fear of being seen by others.

But he was so unlucky that he was stopped by the takeaway boy, it seems that he can't buy a horse today, otherwise he will definitely lose to bankruptcy.

Well?

Seeing the 100 Hong Kong dollars handed over by the takeaway boy, Cao Dahua stopped.

I am a professional, and ordinary people will not turn a blind eye when they see a hundred yuan. If you just leave...... Surely it will be suspected...... bar.

"My wife is pregnant and is in a hurry to get to the hospital. This 100 yuan is a tip for someone else to send me goods. ”

Wang Zuluo's face was full of anxiety, and he sincerely told this uncle wearing wide sunglasses about his eagerness.

"I also saw it, but the guard at the gate of the police station didn't let me in, saying that I would not be able to do it until I got off work. I'm in a hurry right now, so could you please help me wait here for a fat officer named Fat Sha ......?" ”

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he stuffed the packaged shoebox into Cao Dahua's arms, and by the way, he clipped 100 Hong Kong dollars to his sunglasses, and got on the bus in three or two steps.

Cao Dahua looked at the back of the takeaway boy who left, picked up the box and shook it, and found that the weight was very light.

"The young man is not polite at all now, and he leaves without asking me if I agree or not."

After speaking, Mei Zizi put away the Hong Kong dollar, took the box and walked back to the door of the police station against the wall, he had already seen the fat sand coming out.

The anti-gang group Feisha is the one who scolded the director today, but fortunately I saw his photo from the director just now.

"Today it doesn't seem to be bad luck, but the fortune that I want to get rich. I just said that the person who died in the line of duty was unlucky, how can the director say that I am a broom star? ”

beckoning to Feisha, Cao Dahua raised the box in his hand and signaled.

He had already tried it just now, the box was very light, and it was definitely not a bomb or anything like that, and there was no danger in helping to pass it over.

The pretty boy just now was the one who was unlucky, otherwise he would have been able to pay a few more minutes to earn tips and not delay going to the hospital to see his wife.

Feisha's eyes lit up immediately when he saw the suspicious person holding the box across the street.

Ran over and took the box in his hand, shook it cautiously and slightly, and then changed to a smiling face.

"Where's the guy who asked you to deliver something?" Fat Sand asked as if unintentionally. The eyes are constantly roaming around, trying to find the black hand hiding behind the scenes.

"My wife is going to give birth, and the takeaway boy will leave first."

After speaking, Cao Dahua didn't wait for Feisha to continue to ask, and walked away quickly. Fei Sha just didn't pay attention, and he lost Cao Dahua's figure.

He couldn't help frowning, carefully recalling the appearance of the person just now in his mind, and was ready to find an excuse to ask his colleague to make a portrait of a suspect after he went back.

I always feel that the guy who shook his hand just now is very suspicious, and you can see that it is not a good thing without guessing.

I walked directly into the coffee shop with the box, borrowed the toilet, and hurriedly tore open the outer packaging and opened the shoebox.

Inside, he lay quietly in the foam strip, took out his modified toy gun from the holster, and replaced it with his own gun.

Fat Sha smiled and patted the holster, feeling the familiar feel, which can be regarded as a complete relief.

Pull out the dot 38 again, pick out the bullets in the box one by one and put them in the magazine.

"One, two, three... Five... Well? ”

Fei Sha's heart chuckled, and he turned the shoebox upside down without believing in evil, but he couldn't find the last bullet.

It wasn't until he flipped out a photo in the foam strip that his face finally changed dramatically.

Looking at the contents of the photo, Feisha's face gradually turned pale. Trembling hands, he flipped over the photo, and there was only a string of addresses written on it and a few numbers underneath.

Relying on his familiarity with the surroundings, Fei Sha determined that this was a bathing shop located in Mong Kok East. And these numbers don't need to be guessed, they must be the storage box number of the bath shop.

"This bath shop seems to be the property of the Hongtai Society, it seems that the dozens of pieces you were slaughtered in Feisha will not come back."

Ten minutes later, the police station investigation department.

A colleague patted Feisha on the shoulder, watched Feisha walk out dejectedly, and couldn't help but shake his head.

I didn't expect people like Feisha to like to go to a bath shop to soak in horses, isn't it normal to be slaughtered?

"This gang of Hongtai shovels the streets!" Fei Sha clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

The photo had already been burned into ashes and washed into the sewer. But the address and the number of the locker were firmly in his mind.

He knew that there was a follow-up to this matter, but there was no way back for him now.