"Five bandits fled southeast, Team B should be careful to intercept!"

"Squad A killed eight bandits and was searching!"

"A police officer is injured, please support!"

“…”

Various messages were constantly coming from the communication channel, and the background was filled with gunfire and explosions, which had never stopped.

From time to time, a ball of fire broke out in the distance, and the sound of muffled thunder spread throughout the night sky, as if it was a world war.

The intermittent gunfire continued until early morning and stopped completely at dawn.

Qin Yi passed through a ruin, and the soles of his shoes made a "cry" sound when he stepped on the broken rubble. There were dark marks everywhere, and there were embers of blue smoke.

One by one, the stretchers were carried out, and the injured police officer quickly rushed to the ambulance and drove away from the scene with the alarm.

The gangster's corpses were thrown to the ground like garbage.

I took a brief look and found that there were about twenty.

Richard held a handkerchief tightly on his nose, stepped over the bodies with disgust and walked to a commander of a Flying Tigers team.

"Are you all here?"

"Report to the sir, most of them are here," the squad commander stood attentively and reported, "a few gangsters escaped and we are pursuing them."

Richard nodded, turned his head and glanced at the scene, "Let the Public Relations Department take pictures."

After saying that, Richard turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly the body under his feet moved.

He looked down and kicked it, and found that the bandit was not dead, but was seriously injured and unconscious.

Richard looked up at the squad commander.

"Sorry sir!" The squad commander quickly apologized.

Richard pulled out his gun expressionlessly and pulled the trigger at the seriously injured and undead bandit.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Clean the place!" Richard took the pistol back into the gun bag and turned around and left the scene.

As soon as he returned to the temporary command center, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class W140 sedan slowly stopped in front of Richard. The window rolled down and Qin Yi smiled.

"Richard, your new car is good. Wouldn't you come and try it?"

Richard's eyes were straight at that time.

The wide body and beautiful body lines outline a domineering and high-end feeling that is not angry and powerful.

The three horizontal lines of the vehicle's center grid and the vertical lines of the center grid are combined together very much like the word "king" on the forehead of a tiger, so this car has a resounding title in China, "Tiger Head Birth".

The spacious and thick leather seats are soft and comfortable to sit. The inner side of the door panel is also decorated with soft genuine leather and solid wood, all of which reveal a luxurious atmosphere.

Richard sat in the car, staring at the dense buttons on the center console, and was silent for a few seconds.

"My car?"

"Yes, I heard that your car had a small accident." Qin Yi patted the steering wheel, "This car is particularly worthy of your identity as your car."

Richard looked directly at Qin Yi and asked sincerely: "What do you want?"

"I think some people have had a very outrageous fuss recently. There are too many young and dandy and outlaws in Hong Kong. If they just hold machete steel pipes, it would be nothing." Qin Yi sighed, "Now they are both automatic rifles and grenades, and I'm afraid they will cause trouble."

"And I want to accumulate more credit and make it easier to get promoted."

"Be more specific." Richard interrupted Qin Yi's words.

"You SB has information about the arms dealers in Hong Kong Island." Qin Yi looked at Richard with a smile, "I want to suppress a group of arms dealers and warn them by the way, don't mess around."

"Qin, although we are friends." Richard said sincerely, "but these information is SB's secrets, I can't..."

"How much?"

“1 million US dollars.”

"200,000, add this car."

"Hasn't this car been sent to me?" Richard was a little shocked.

"I don't want to give it to you now." Qin Yi replied.

"400,000, no more," Richard added, "I'll send you the information before dawn."

"make a deal."

Richard smiled, "Actually, you don't have to worry about promotion. If you pay 5 million US dollars, I guarantee you to be promoted to the Chief Inspector in two years."

"No need, I don't have that much money." Qin Yi declined with a smile.

Two years later, it is hard to say whether SB is still there or not. What are you going to give me a promotion?

"How do I give you money? Cash? Transfer money?"

"No need to be so troublesome. Just help me save it in a private equity fund." Richard stroked the interior of the car with excitement on his face, and said casually.

"Okay, no problem!" Qin Yi was also very happy, "Richard, you are really my good friend."

It’s good to transfer directly to the foundation. Once you go back and forth, you’ll get information without spending money.

"Well, Qin, so are you." Richard couldn't put down these two luxury cars.

Qin Yi thought about it and felt that Richard was so considerate, so he would like to remind him.

"Uh, Richard, you know, where this car came from..." Qin Yi hesitated a little.

"Smuggling car?" Richard glanced at Qin Yi and waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, I will complete the procedures myself."

"That's good."

In fact, this car is not a smuggling car, but Qin Yi forgot to spend money when he got it.

The original owner was Zhao Guomin. He had not driven several times in the garage, which was a waste.

So Qin Yi borrowed it for use. He also thoughtfully asked Maozai to modify it and change the license plate.

Seeing Richard so happy now, Qin Yi felt that this Chesheng was quite successful.

"Qin, you are such a great friend." Richard said sighingly, stroking the leather seat.

...

"Puji!"

The shoes were stepped into the turbid sewage and dyed the khaki upper.

The panicked mouse rushed past his feet and penetrated into the gutter.

Abu walked in the dark and narrow alley with his travel bag without caring, walking further and further, and there were countless hidden eyes staring at him in the darkness.

A dim light appeared in the patio in the center of Kowloon Village. Several big men with flesh-faced faces sat at the table, with mahjong scattered all over the floor next to it.

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Flower arm tattoo, sharp machete, and bad-looking thugs look increasingly weird in the dim light.

Abu ignored these people and walked straight up the stairs.

A tall and strong man appeared at the end of the stairs, glanced at him, and smiled, "Abu, you're back."

"Brother Guang." Abu said hello and rushed upstairs in two steps.

"You are back just in time. Mr. Qiang is asking about the situation there?" Dazakaguang waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Mr. Qiang."

"How about it there? Do they doubt you?"

Abu was silent for two seconds, "No."

"I'm not doing well there." Da Zhiguang asked with concern, "Do you can't get a business? Have you eaten? I'll ask someone to prepare a cheba noodles for you?"

Abu shook his head and said nothing.

Dazhiguang took Abu through doors and entered a luxuriously decorated room.

Soft Persian carpet, intricately patterned solid wood furniture, soft leather sofas, and various calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, all of which reveal a luxurious atmosphere.

Mr. Qiang held a wolf-haired pen, stood at the desk and splashed ink, and the pen was like a dragon and a snake.

"Abu is back." Qiang Ye put the brush on the pen holder, took two steps back, and admired his calligraphy.

"Come on, I wrote a new piece of writing. How about you guys?"

Dazhiguang took a look and said, "Mr. Qiang wrote well."

Mr. Qiang waved his hand, "It's just a casual writing. Abu, come and take a look at this calligraphy."

Abu leaned over and glanced at it, and read it word by word, "Catch the toad and snatch out the urine."

Mr. Qiang's face turned dark, "This is a bright future, continue the past and open up the future!"

"I haven't read a book." Abu replied lightly.

"..." Mr. Qiang walked out from behind the desk, walked to the chair next to him and sat down, picked up the teacup, and asked slowly, "How are you doing there? Isn't it difficult?"
To be continued...