Chen Zhao was already very satisfied with saving the lives of many police officers and gaining merit points, and Peng Yixing's willingness to join the West Kowloon Crime Team made Chen Zhao even more happy.

After all, Peng Yixing's marksmanship is the best in Hong Kong. No matter how good their marksmanship is, they can never surpass Peng Yixing.

If it weren't for Chen Zhao's unparalleled internal strength and scout combat skills, he really wouldn't be able to beat Peng Yixing in terms of marksmanship.

But a week after Peng Yixing came to the West Kowloon Crime Unit, he felt quite depressed.

"There was no such thing as the legendary gunfight. Your West Kowloon crime team has a false reputation!" Peng Yixing rarely said a few more words to Chen Zhao.

"If Xiangjiang is to be the safest city in Asia, of course our police must properly control the street market. Over the past year, we have made great efforts to improve the public security environment. No one dares to shoot in the street anymore." Chen Zhao gave Peng Yixing popular science with a smile on his face.

Chen Zhao has been in charge of the West Kowloon Crime Squad for more than a year. He has cracked numerous cases and has also deterred the arrogance and domineering of corporate members. Especially during this period, there were no gunfights at all.

"Sir Chen, a shooting occurred on Boundary Street. The famous rich man Chen Yongshun and four bodyguards were shot dead by a killer. The killer is currently at large."

A subordinate from the administrative department walked into Chen Zhao's office and said loudly.

Chen Zhao: "..."

…

Fifteen minutes ago, Boundary Street, West Kowloon.

A tall and muscular guy wearing the hood of the then-U.S. commander-in-chief was walking down the street. He walked elegantly, as if he was listening to beautiful music in a concert hall, and he was immersed in it.

So calm and confident, he is the most eye-catching presence even among the crowd, like a firefly in the dark, so bright and outstanding.

Looking from the overpass, it is easy to distinguish him from the others.

Yes, there was indeed someone on the overpass taking a photo of him with a telephoto lens.

Obviously, this guy wearing the American commander-in-chief's hood seems to know this, so he keeps his head high and even raises his hands in the air. Together with his fashionable clothes, it gives people an extremely cool feeling.

People on the overpass kept pressing the shutter button, and at the same time praised in their hearts that this guy's camera sense was so strong, it was comparable to those top actors!

Soon, the moment he had been waiting for arrived.

Not far away, a white car parked on the side of the road. Several bodyguards quickly stood up and looked around. It was obvious that the people in the car were either rich or noble.

When the man in the hood saw this, he turned around handsomely, took off the hood of the American commander, and made a very handsome pose towards the overpass in the distance!

He is a handsome guy with a look comparable to that of a star!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A guy wearing a white suit, sunglasses, and a cigar in his hand came out of the car in a panic and ran away.

Although the pain was unbearable, his desire to survive made him turn around and scream at the top of his lungs: 'Don't kill me, I'll pay double the money!'

Unfortunately, the handsome guy turned a blind eye and directly put the muzzle of the gun into the opponent's mouth, smiled and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

"oh……"

After killing someone, the handsome guy would sometimes turn around to appear more clearly in the shot on the overpass, then turn around and leave with a smile on his face.

After he disappeared, the people taking pictures on the overpass quickly left, and the police car with its siren blaring appeared at the scene.

There was no way, the killer's movements were too fast, and the police responded as quickly as possible, but they were no match for the killer's quick actions.

Chen Zhao got the news immediately.

The person reporting to him was Fatty Liang Jinbo.

"

Liang Jinbo reports to Chen Zhaohui.

Chen Zhao pondered for a moment, "I will contact one of the major associations to see if there are any clues. You can contact the Interpol Xiangjiang Branch to see if they have any clues?"

"yes!"

The Interpol Xiangjiang Bureau is naturally a branch of the Interpol Xia Guo Central Bureau.

This must be explained.

Interpol's Xiangjiang branch soon received the news, along with a photo.

Chen Zhao took the picture sent from the fax machine, looked at the picture, and then looked at Liang Jinbo in front of him. He called over the plainclothes police sergeants from his two groups, and then called over the intelligence department who often cooperated with him.

several members.

He circulated it to everyone, and then asked: "Does everyone think this person looks familiar?"

"It seems a bit familiar."

"I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Yes, but I just can't remember it."

"Definitely a celebrity, but not very famous."

Chen Zhao glanced at the leader of the intelligence team, Inspector Liu Jianming, and asked: "Inspector Liu, don't you think this man is very similar to you?"

Liu Jianming shook his head and said with a smile: "It's a bit similar, but he is older than me."

Chen Zhaodao: "I think they are quite similar, and you two are very similar to the handsome guy Hua from the Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong."

Chen Xiaosheng said from the side: "Sir Chen, just say that the three of them are very handsome. I think this is the most similar thing between them."

"Hahaha……"

Chen Zhao clapped his hands and smiled: "Okay, the relaxing moment has passed, let's start doing things! Brother Bo, Rick, and I will go to Interpol to discuss the details of cooperation."

"Discuss the details of cooperation with Interpol?" Liang Jinbo was slightly startled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Chapter completed!