"Director Lin, I don't know what's going on today, it's ......like it's Good Friday."

As soon as Dong Bi pushed open the office door, he began to complain. But after he saw the people in the office clearly, he quickly covered his mouth, and then lowered his head and walked towards the corner.

The ghost superintendent, who was still slapping the table with Director Lin just now, glared at Dong Bi and continued to turn around and shout:

"No matter what, today we must clean up the cancer on those streets and give the citizens of Hong Kong Island a sunny day!"

"It's not that I don't want people to investigate, but several Japanese died at the door of Bai Lang Investment Company today, and now the consul over there has been putting pressure on us ......."

Director Lin was also a little embarrassed, although the ghost guy was harassed, he did not die.

It's just a fight on the top of the sky, this is completely a normal situation that the citizens of Hong Kong Island will encounter, how can they be replaced by foreigners to go online?

The Japanese are different, whether they are really dead, or whether they were killed by automatic weapons in broad daylight, this is the big case.

"I'm going to the Japanese and say, Director Forest, I want you to understand that Hong Kong Island is the island of Britain, and everything must be a prerequisite for the safety of British citizens, do you know what I mean?"

The ghost superintendent didn't give Director Lin face at all, and after coldly dropping a sentence, he left Director Lin's office angrily.

After being reprimanded for no reason, Director Lin angrily threw the file of the Japanese murder on his desk.

There's no way, don't look at the police rank of Wan Chai Region as Commissioner Lam, but they are serious Britons, and they want to be invisibly Director Lam.

"It's a sunny day...... I can't understand Chinese, and I still speak idioms."

Dong Bi learned to speak in the tone of a ghost, and then handed a stack of complaint reports to Director Lin:

"There are complaints from thirteen British knights, twenty-six British billionaires, and eight justices of the peace, and you have seen ...... them."

Director Lin didn't even look at it, and took it and threw it directly into the trash.

"Damn, the life of the ghost guy is the life, the life of the Japanese ......, cough cough, dog eats dog!"

Director Lin habitually wanted to scold a few words, but as he spoke, he suddenly found that it was the Japanese who died. After being stunned for a moment, I don't know why most of the anger in my heart dissipated.

"Have you found out the source of the firearms used by the gangsters?"

Director Lin frowned and asked, but Dong Bi shook his head and replied, "We also asked our colleagues in other districts, but we haven't found out where these firearms came from for the time being. ”

"But we've found out who those gangsters are......."

Saying that, Dong Bi handed over a document, and Director Lin opened it and found that it was several documents for the release of prisoners from Stanley.

Looking at the photos of the judge, chicken essence, mad cow, and shrinking bones above, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then arrange for someone to go out and find out their whereabouts......

"Commissioner, our manpower, even the traffic police, have been transferred out by the ghosts to help maintain order on the streets, how can there be any more people?"

Dong Bi immediately shouted aggrieved, and the ghosts in the police station did not discuss, so they issued a document to let all the police officers go to the street, which was simply a slap in the face of the Wan Chai Police Station.

But the people are the top of the region, and they have nothing to do except scold a few words.

"By the way, a few newcomers have been transferred today, especially the big nose, which is said to be very brave ......."

Only then did Dong Bi remember the purpose of his coming, and hurriedly asked the director.

"Then let them go out to check, just to see if their newly promoted sheriffs have any water!"

The judges, unaware of their uneasing of the target, waited for the evening at the bottom of the Kawada Building.

"Brother Guan, it's really boring, you see, the whole building is off work, but none of those Japanese people have come out."

Essence Chicken watched the lights on the building go out one by one, scratched his head and expressed his doubts.

"The Japanese, maybe they'll have to work overtime until midnight......

Nan Ge didn't feel that there was anything unusual about the Japanese not coming out, leaning on the chair of the minibus and stuffing noodles into his mouth.

"Brother Nan, there is a situation!" A little brother in charge of looking at the wind patted Brother Nan's shoulder, and then pointed to an ambulance that had just been parked and said:

"I've seen that car, it seems to be an ambulance from Ming Xin Hospital in Mong Kok."

"Damn, the ambulance from Mong Kok came to Sai Wan to pull people, how do you look wrong, go to a few people!"

Brother Nan wiped his mouth and immediately prepared to take his subordinates over to check it.

"Let's go too!" The judge's eyebrows have not been loosened, anyway, it is boring to wait now, it is better to find something to do.

"President Nakakurahara, the weapon we want has been delivered, should we send it to the warehouse immediately?"

A member of the Yamashita group walked into Nakakurahara's office, bowed 180 degrees, and began to report the situation.

"These guns are not meant to be shipped back to the head office, we use them ourselves!"

Nakakuhara stroked the bandage wrapped around his head, and the killing intent in his eyes couldn't be concealed at all.

"That Briton named Bai Lang, we must take revenge and go back, otherwise the head office will definitely blame him!"

Several members of the Yamashita group died, and they were all sent by the head office to help, and if the murderer could not be found and solved, it would definitely anger the head office.

"Guys, what are you doing? Come here to collect protection money, die, die! ”

Several members of the Yamashita group who were on guard near the ambulance immediately put on a fierce expression when they saw Nan Ge and them coming over.

In the eyes of the Japanese, these people in front of them are all cheap, and as long as they scare each other, they can make the other party fart and pee away.

During this time, they have used the same method to scare away several waves of thugs who have come here to collect protection money.

"Brother Guan, it's little Japan!"

When the mad bull heard the Japanese purr, his eyes immediately turned red.

The death of the shrinking bone made him feel very guilty, and he felt that it was his arrogance that provoked the Japanese to shootout with him, which affected the shrinking bones.

"Brother Nan has a coffin on the ambulance, there must be a problem!"

Brother Nan also noticed that something was wrong, and through the window of the ambulance, he could see a coffin parked inside.

How can there be an ambulance to pull the coffin, or an ambulance in Mong Kok!

", do it!"

The judge didn't care if Brother Nan would shoot together, so he pulled out the shotgun directly from the inside of his clothes, and pulled the sleeve to shoot at the members of the Yamashita group.

Bang!

Two members of the Yamashita group, who were standing very closely, were hit by a scattershot, and their bodies were knocked into the air and fell backwards.

And the people guarding the ambulance over there heard the gunshots, and also pushed open the coffin and took out several submachine guns from it.

Bang bang bang .......

Nan Ge They also reacted very quickly, and they shot at the ambulance.

The people in the carriage were not loaded with magazines, and they were sieveed by bullets.

"Move those ghosts down and send them on their way with their guns!"

A few minutes later, after solving a few people who stayed behind, Brother Nan gave orders to his subordinates.

The judge walked up to the ambulance, pulled the door open and began to examine the coffin.

More than a dozen foreign trade versions of Type Five or Six rifles were placed on top, and in addition to that, there were several short-barreled shotguns.

"Damn, the Japanese are so generous?"

The mad bull dropped the submachine gun in his hand, picked up a five-six-style and held it in his hand and watched it repeatedly: "It's still AK strong!" ”

The judge looked at the mad bull like a fool, but did not correct the other party's name.

Asking for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month, Yanzu, kneel down and beg for a guaranteed monthly pass

(End of chapter)