"Guys, do you want to come in and take a break?"

Tony was carrying a plastic bag containing freshly made milk tea. knocked on a car on the side of the road, waited for the other party to lower the window, and said with a smile:

"Brother Luo ordered, tonight's Ah Sir's food and drink will be counted on his head, drink some drinks first......

Several members of the paparazzi looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to take the plastic bag in Tony's hand.

By the time Tony walked towards the next one, several paparazzi members of the West Kowloon Criminal Intelligence Bureau complained.

"Call the dog, is Mong Kok a citizen's or the mad dog's?"

"We stopped here for ten minutes, and they noticed it, which is dozens of times harder than staring at those fans."

Listening to the complaints on the walkie-talkie, the dog head, who was the commander of the paparazzi, immediately pressed the call button and said: "Shrimp Mao, do we have the code name Mad Dog in our operation?" ”

“sorry，sir。 The other party's code name is the head wolf. ”

Shrimp Mao immediately changed his words, and then continued to ask: "What should we do, do we continue to squat or withdraw to change cars?" ”

"You don't need to change it, when you find out, it will change from a secret investigation to a bright one. This is a wolf's den, and the parking boys on the side of the road are their people, and we cars parked here will definitely be discovered. ”

The dog head drank the milk tea in his hand, replied by the way, and then pinched the walkie-talkie and said to the boss of the Criminal Intelligence Department: "Zoo, zoo, dog head call." ”

"The new milk tea here in Mong Kok is delicious, do you want me to help you bring back a few cups?"

Just when Wang Zuluo was targeted by the paparazzi of the Criminal Intelligence Bureau, several vans appeared near Canton Road in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Yaoqing led people to stop at the entrance of the street, and then looked at the alley leading to the ferry.

"Brother Qiang, the person with the fish head mark hasn't come yet, do you need to rush it?"

A younger brother who was in charge of watching the wind at the ferry came back and asked Ah Keung.

"It's okay, the person with the fish head sign walks the boat more than we walk, and they won't smash their own signboards."

"Besides, we don't have no heels, and the fish head label can't offend us with righteous words."

Ah Qiang was not in a hurry at all, he already knew that the rat Bing went to Liangkun to go to the relationship, and he was ready to ask Wang Zuluo to come out and talk about it.

It's good to have a background, but if you have an accident doing things, you can also delay time by talking about numbers.

"Mad dog Lo is nothing more than that, being chased by those Thais like dogs. He's blind to his nickname. ”

Cuong leaned against the wall of the alley with a cigarette in his mouth, joking with a few of his men.

The Thais, who were wanted by the police, were sitting in a roadside van, waiting for the fish-tagged boat to come and take them out to sea.

"Brother Qiang, the ship is coming."

After more than ten minutes, the little brother who looked at the wind finally saw the signal given by the sea, and immediately ran back and shouted.

"It's fucking bad luck to call those Thais out and get on the boat, and they don't get it and send these bastards away."

After complaining, Cuong dropped his cigarette butt and walked to the ferry position.

When the ship was not booked before, there was still a chance to kill these Thais. But now it doesn't work, the other party has already called the Thai side to respond.

Now, if you start to kill it again, you will definitely offend that Pan Bo in Thailand.

"Brother Qiang... Brother Qiang, something is wrong.... ”

At the mouth of the alley, a few young brothers looked at the vans that drove over, and called out to their boss with some stammering.

Cuong glanced back, but there was a corner in the alley, so he couldn't see the outside at all.

"Let the Thais go first, let's take a look!"

Cuong pulled out a pistol from behind his waist and ran towards the alley with a few of his men.

The person who came must not have been a strip, otherwise this place would have been flashed into daylight by the police lights.

Having been instructed, several Thais also quickened their pace and ran in the direction of the ferry.

"Which way of friends on the road are coming, we are the number to help the righteous word pile, don't wash the ...... of the Dragon King Temple."

Leaning against the wall at the corner of the alley, Cuong shouted loudly over there.

"Xinlianying Chen Yaoqing, send you on the road today!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Ah Qiang and the others.

The alley only leads to the ferry, but the ferry is also where the ordinary residents run, separated by a railing on the seashore and smoothed with cement next to it, which is hundreds of meters long.

Chen Yaoqing: It was from there that they went around to the back of the alley, otherwise the van would not have driven to the mouth of the alley with great fanfare.

"New Lianying? , shoot! ”

Ah Qiang was startled by the sudden sound, and quickly shrank his head and hid behind his younger brother.

Bang bang bang....

The first to shoot was the gunman next to Chen Yaoqing, and the bullets in the submachine gun magazine were enough for him to sweep two back and forth on the alley.

When the gunfire stopped, Cuong's men were halfway down, and the rest followed Cuong to the other side of the alley.

At this time, they didn't care if the van over there was in ambush, and dodging bullets was the first thing.

Chen Yaoqing carried a machete, didn't look at Ah Qiang's position, and ran directly to the ferry with people.

There was also a gun in the van at this time, and Cuong and his men had just been forced around the corner by a submachine gun, and the gunshots in the car also rang out.

"Shoot back, shoot back!"

Cuong lay directly on the ground and beckoned his men to shoot back.

But now they are rats in bellows, angry at both ends.

His little brother has just been swept away by a submachine gun, how can he have the courage to shoot back?

If they are really so powerful, who can still be a four-nine boy under Ah Qiang?

It's not just anyone who can be a gunner with a gun, accurate marksmanship, not afraid of death, and excellent skills, all of which are indispensable.

Wang Zuluo has only been in the arms business for a few days for so long, how can he recruit so many gunmen?

After Ah Qiang finished shouting, none of the younger brothers under his hands got up to shoot, and all of them squatted in place, throwing away their pistols and holding their heads with both hands.

"You bunch of rubbish, get up and fight back, or we'll all die!"

If his men don't shoot, then Cuong, the only one lying on the ground and shooting at the van, is highlighted.

When Cuong emptied the magazine at the van, the pursuers behind him also turned the corner.

"I surrender, don't shoot, my old rat Bing is talking to you old top, kill me, it's no good for you!"

Ah Qiang decisively dropped the pistol, stood up and shouted at Ah Cong, who pointed the submachine gun at him.

In the direction of the ferry, several gunshots rang out, but soon the gunfire stopped.

This made Cuong's face pale, he knew that it was his subordinates who shot just now, and when the gunfire stopped, it meant that his subordinates had already rushed into the street.

The Thais don't have any weapons in their hands right now.

For safety, the Thai had their pistols confiscated before they could get on board. You must know that at the beginning, Ah Qiang had the intention of killing people, how could he let the other party hold a gun?

(End of chapter)