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With shrimp dumplings in his mouth, Wu Xiaozu ran towards the window without thinking too much. He stepped on the table with a sharp and decisive attitude and a cool posture. Without thinking too much, he jumped straight towards the window——

"Boss!" Feicheng ran upstairs.

"call--"

brake!

Wu Xiaozu looked at the height of about three or four meters between the buildings, stopped the car abruptly, and relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen to stop the car.

Wu Xiaozu retracted his legs and found that the entire table was in a mess with the cups and plates he had stepped on.

"Excuse me……"

Wow!

A sturdy man in a suit stood up suddenly. Before he could speak, the long-faced man in a white shirt next to him pressed his hand, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose gracefully and delicately, and clicked on the glasses next to him.

Mobile phone, "It's okay, I just wanted to call an ambulance."

He picked up the glasses cloth handed over by the strong man and wiped it gently, "It seems that it won't be used anymore."

"cough……"

Wu Xiaozu glared at Feicheng who ran up, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Turning to look at the man in the white shirt, he nodded apologetically, "I'm really sorry for making such a mess. Sir, why don't you move to my table first, and after the waiter cleans it up, I'll give you tea and apologize.

?”

"Forget it." The long-faced man in a white shirt put on his gold-rimmed glasses, adjusted his position a few times, and said calmly, "We have just met, so you owe me a favor."

"If there is another jumping performance like this next time, remember to call me."

The man in a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses stood up as he spoke, stroking his shirt elegantly with his hands, "I really like the exciting behavior of watching people jump off buildings."

"Perhaps opportunities are hard to find."

"Da da da -" Luo Dong and Su Liyao ran up.

Suddenly, several more gunshots were heard on the street.

The expression of the burly man next to the long-faced man in white changed, and he instantly put a hand into the lining of his suit.

"Just a few gunshots."

The long-faced man put his hand on the bodyguard's chest, raised his orchid fingers, and helped smooth the wrinkles on his suit. He smiled calmly and said, "Next time you wear a suit, be sure to iron it. The wrinkles are ugly." As he spoke, he pointed at the bodyguard.

He shook his head slightly.

Wu Xiaozu stood next to him, the corner of his mouth raised. The bodyguard with the gun was a bit interesting.

As he looked, he saw not far from the street, a robber wearing black facial makeup, carrying a bag and holding a pistol to fight back in the street.

Another robber in a green mask held a woman with heavy makeup hostage. He held a pineapple grenade in his other hand. The robber in a red mask next to him hurriedly moved towards the opposite place where the police lights were ringing with a pistol.

Shooting in bursts, the guy who shot the shot didn't dare to come forward.

"What's going on? What did you shout just now?" Seeing Fei Cheng finish drinking tea, Wu Xiaozu looked at the three of them with concern.

"Boss, I don't want to shout when bullets are coming..."

With a sad face, Feicheng pointed to the scene of the car crash not far outside the window and said, "Just now, a big-breasted stupid woman rushed out of the car as soon as she stepped on the accelerator. She directly hit a Camry. Then, two patrol officers who were smoking next to her rushed out.

He rushed over to deal with the accident.

Who knew that three robbers with black stars in their hands and masks appeared in the car instantly. They shot and killed one of the policemen..."

Feicheng moistened his lips, patted his chest with lingering fear, jumped up and down, and cursed, "I'm holding his mother in my mouth. Fortunately, the three of us were alert and squatted down directly. Otherwise, we would have won the lottery now. The remaining officer

The guy is carrying a gun, but he doesn't dare to show his head!

Pu, your grandma, works as a messenger and receives taxpayers' money, but everyone is greedy for life and afraid of death! Why not learn from Chen Jiaju..."

"The Smith & Wesson M10, commonly known as 'Point 38' in Hong Kong, has an effective shooting range of 30 meters. Under normal circumstances, it can hit the body within 10 meters. The threat is very small at 15 meters away. At 20 meters, it depends on God's mood. Clonto

Karev pistol, but what they took should be the 54 pistol imitated from the mainland. It weighs 850gm and has the best suppression effect within 50 meters. It has a certain accuracy at 100 meters...

Luo Dong glanced at Feicheng unhurriedly, "If there is really a policeman who imitates Chen Jiaju and rushes out, I really think he should go see a doctor... One point thirty-eight against three black stars, and he dares to take the lead.

, unless he wants to die quickly!"

"Please! Now, a group of gangsters are carrying guns and having a shootout on the street, and the lives of a group of innocent citizens are threatened again. Are you telling me that the police can't comply with the law?"

Feicheng sighed with a grimace, "What you said makes me, as a taxpayer, very hesitant... I paid the protection fee!"

"Haha, that's a good point, fat guy. After paying the protection fee, we taxpayers should be protected. If you want to complain, I will vouch for you." The long-faced man in the white shirt interjected with a smile. His eyes swept across the faces of several people.

, paused on Luo Dong’s face for a few seconds.

"Thank you very much. If the policeman appears in front of me now, I will definitely file a complaint against him!" Feicheng vowed.

"Okay, I don't know which one you want to complain about? Do you want me to write a complaint letter for you?"

Luo Dong and Su Liyao stared at Feicheng without even looking at anyone. This mouth was not a blessing, but a curse!

While he was talking, a middle-aged man with a shaved head and sharp eyes in a jacket led two subordinates, a man and a woman, up the stairs. His sharp eyes glanced at the faces of Wu Xiaozu and the long-faced man in a white shirt, his eyes showing amusement.

"The former Causeway Bay talker Liangzu, the white paper fan of the Xiang family in Xin'an, Xiang Shisan."

Chen Bingzhong lightly tapped his fingers back and forth on the two of them, smiled suddenly, and pointed out the window, "The two big guys are really in a good mood. They drank tea and chose a seat with such a great view to listen to the firecrackers outside.

.How about you count me in?"

Wu Xiaozu was startled, then turned to look at the long-faced man in a white shirt next to him. At the same time, Xiang Sheng also looked at Wu Xiaozu beside him.

"It turns out to be Xiang Sheng, whom I have admired for a long time." Wu Xiaozu looked at Xiang Sheng.

"Both each other." Xiang Sheng nodded with a smile. Then they both tilted their heads.

Wu Xiaozu suddenly felt the mood of the master in "Let the Bullets Fly".

You took your wife out of the city, eating hot pot and singing songs, and suddenly you were robbed by bandits... Wu Xiaozu was in this mood at the moment.

What an unthinkable disaster! I feel like I’m screwed. I’m obviously implicated by Xiang Shisan.

He didn't know that Xiang Sheng was in the same mood at the moment, feeling that he was being implicated by Wu Xiaozu.

Chen Bingzhong looked at Wu Xiaozu and Xiang Sheng's silent expressions with firm eyes. He confirmed his judgment in his heart and determined that the two were involved in illegal activities!

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

I came here to investigate because it had the broadest view, and then I saw two senior members of the society sitting here drinking tea and looking at the scenery.

It's okay, only a ghost can believe it!

Jiang Zhiqiang, who was standing next to him, also had a surprised look on his face. He looked at Wu Xiaozu with searching eyes. Of course he knew "Hesheng". But being associated with Wu Xiaozu made him unbelievable.

In his impression, Wu Xiaozu had no trace of the club, but he suddenly became a club boss. This change caught him off guard and made him feel very complicated.

"Spotting?"

Chen Bingzhong stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, "How about I invite the two big guys to have tea?"

"Who are you? If you want to drink tea, just drink tea?"

As soon as Feicheng spoke angrily, he saw the young male police officer behind the middle-aged man taking out his police card and waving it in front of Feicheng. He paused for a moment and then choked loudly, "What a big deal, man? Why don't you check it out?"

Why, we taxpayers have paid our taxes, yet we still have to be threatened on the street! To investigate people, you should first investigate the policeman who peed his pants! Hold on—"

"Fat boy, please speak politely! Don't be so loud!" The man pointed at Fei Cheng and said, "Be careful, I'll ask you to go back for tea."

"I'm holding——" Feicheng opened his mouth to curse.

Wu Xiaozu pressed Feicheng's shoulders and stood up. He first glanced at the old acquaintance who had beaten him when he was released from prison, and then glanced back at the face of the young police officer in front of him. He said calmly, "My brother has always spoken like this.

It's so loud, but speaking loudly doesn't mean we are rude! But you, didn't your boss tell you not to point your fingers at people?"

As he spoke, Wu Xiaozu smiled softly and said, "Drinking tea? Why don't you tell me how to drink tea? Is it good?"

"You?" the young police officer was speechless.

"Drinking tea is just drinking tea. Do you want to drink coffee, Azu?"
Chapter completed!