"Okay, okay, I'll go out and help you find it. First of all, don't sweep the pornography into my field, you know that my nightclub can be said to be the most formal on Hong Kong Island. ”

After dealing with a few words, Wang Zuluo hung up the phone. Officer You, this bastard, although he looks more like a gangster than a policeman.

But Wang Zuluo has known him for so long, and the other party did not ask Wang Zuluo to help him "act" once.

The so-called acting is self-directed and self-acting, such as putting some news to Da Quanzi, or simply hiring Da Quanzi to rob a certain gold shop, and then letting Officer You set up an ambush so that he can be promoted through meritorious service and so on.

Or send a few people over to confess the crime, find out a few difficult cases in the police station files, detain these people's heads, and let the police station close the case.

Don't think it's ridiculous, in this world's Hong Kong Island Police Station, this kind of thing is as normal as eating and drinking.

Otherwise, do you think those anti-gang people, where do they get so much enthusiasm every day to stare at the big and small clubs on Hong Kong Island?

Do you really think they are dedicated to the public?

Do you really think they are doing it for the British police uniform they are wearing, or for fulfilling the oath they made to the British flag when they joined the force?

What the is it for the Queen of Britain to be loyal to and then put on the British flag?

Hong Kong Island is now a pure semi-capitalist world as the British government of Hong Kong says.

The attitude of the police in the United States towards their profession is not inconsistent with the attitude of the police here on Hong Kong Island.

These Royal Police officers on Hong Kong Island belong to the British Royal Police, and this identity is just a job, and it's pure fart to talk about any honors and the like.

That is, Officer You disdains to do such bullshit things, otherwise Wang Zuluo will die happily.

The black police are good, and Brother Luo's gray is a good match.

Yuan Haoyun's kind of hitting the street or Chen Yongren and Song Zijie's insistent strips are the last thing Wang Zuluo likes to see.

Mong Kok Tea House.

A van pulled up at the back door, and several bruised and swollen boys were lifted inside.

"We're just taking money to do things, and you've got a lot of ...... for us."

As soon as the tape was ripped off their mouths, these people began to beg for mercy.

Looking at these scrawny bastards, Wang Zuluo knew that he probably couldn't ask for any news this time.

This is obviously a few Taoist friends, and these people are willing to do anything for money.

Not to mention that they came to check the news of Wang Zuluo, even if they were asked to check the whereabouts of the director of the Mong Kok Police Station, Wong Ping Yiu, these people would not blink an eye.

"Who's the last house?"

Wang Zuluo frowned and looked at these people, turned his head and asked Duan Kun.

"These guys are not Taoist friends from this part of Mong Kok, they are from Wan Chai."

Duan Kun pointed to the guy who spoke just now and said, "I gave him a few psychedelic pills, and he even told him the address of his home and what his mother's name was." ”

Speaking of this, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Wang Zuluo helplessly: "But who is the upper family, these bastards have not provided any useful information at all." ”

Wang Zuluo nodded, looked at these Taoist friends, and didn't say anything.

He knew that if he hadn't found the exact news, Duan Kun wouldn't have called him.

Sure enough, Duan Kun put the suitcase he was carrying on the table, opened it and took out a small bag of powder.

"The purity of the things found from these people is higher than the Hong Kong dollars that Lin Kun made, this is a flaw."

Wang Zuluo glanced at the powder goods and said, "The new fishing family developed in the Golden Triangle? ”

Duan Kun nodded, which was considered a default.

Wang Zuluo spat on the ground irritably, he was not afraid of those local fishermen.

Because these people have their own eyeliner in Mong Kok, they can distinguish what is rumor and what is true intelligence.

But the newcomers are not necessarily, they want to open up channels, they can only find local snakes to cooperate.

And the biggest snake in Mong Kok, except for Hong Xing's Liangkun, is his Wang Zuluo.

That guy Liangkun is backed by the old club of Hongxing, and outsiders are naturally a little less sure when facing him.

But Wang Zuluo is now gray, and in the eyes of strangers, he is a big fat sheep who is easy to bully.

"Okay, since I can't ask anything, I'll send them to Tsim Sha Tsui to find Fat Sha, that fat man needs credit recently."

Fei Sha has recently contacted Wang Zuluo a lot more frequently, and Wang Zuluo also learned through him that Wen Jianren, a probationary inspector in Tsim Sha Tsui, was going to remove the word apprentice in front of the inspector and be promoted to the Central District.

The vacancy left, Feisha is of course interested in intervening.

Walking out of the teahouse with people, Wang Zuluo temporarily suppressed the matter.

The main thing now is to add a fire to Xinji and let them fight quickly and within themselves.

If they don't find something to do, Hong Le will be kicked out of Wan Chai by them.

Without the target of Hong Le, the uncles who will be remembered in the next step will keep their eyes on it.

Xinji has survived on Hong Kong Island for so long, and the uncles in the community are not all straw bales.

Even in order to smoothly elect a new leader, they have to set a target for the community first, so that everyone can act in unison.

Otherwise, if there is really civil strife, then their new memory will be really damaged.

Get out of the house, get in the car.

The two saber-toothed tiger bulletproof vehicles started one after the other, and under the escort of several commercial vehicles, they prepared to drive towards the security company.

But before he turned out of the street where the teahouse was located, a strange phone call came.

Wang Zuluo picked it up casually, and there was a frightened cry on the phone, and then a familiar voice sounded: "Brother Luo, save me......." ”

The voice was from Lin Yuxi, who had just slept in a bed not long ago.

"Shut him up!"

"Mad dog Luo, how is it, is this woman's voice familiar?"

Wang Zuluo didn't speak, but his eyes had already narrowed:

"Say something first, and then talk about your conditions, I can do it, if I can't do it, even if you kill her, it's useless."

"But when I talked about the conditions, I also agreed to the case. If she is missing a hair, I have to turn over Hong Kong Island to find you out for the sake of face! ”

Listening to Wang Zuluo's words, the voice on the other side of the phone paused for more than ten seconds.

It may be that the other party has never met a person like Wang Zuluo, or Wang Zuluo's reaction is different from what they expected.

"I know this girl has been sleeping in your bed lately......

"Give you a minute to talk about things, you must have heard of my style of doing things when you found me."

"There are a lot of women around me, you have to think about it clearly!"

Wang Zuluo didn't have the idea of going around in circles with the other party, and directly interrupted the other party.

"I know that Tan Cheng died in your hands, and I want his set of dollar plates ......."

(End of chapter)