The cordless phone, the size of a palm, slid across the smooth tiled floor.

One of the three Vietnamese men on the other side squatted down. At this moment, Waibi took out a gun from behind, strode forward and pulled the trigger at him, and shouted, "Just knelt down."

Bang bang bang bang bang-Four guns rang out in succession.

The shell clinked to the ground.

While the robber's brain burst, two other robbers tied to the hostages actually pushed the person hard and ran away.

It turned out that they only had a gun.

The Belarus then pulled the trigger and accurately interrupted their limbs.

When he caught up, a Belarus patted Waibi on the shoulder with force: "Not bad."

The wavy body suddenly became softer, but he quickly stood up straight.

The gangsters who have passed by the Japanese occupation era are not as pretentious as they are.

He walked to the dead robber with great momentum, kicked him one after another, and cursed with awe of people in the distance: "Shut the street, you guys are playing hard, you guys are playing hard too? Where were you when I chop people?"

"Hey." Han Huaiyi shouted.

"One?" Waibi was stunned and quickly picked up the phone. The boss said with no aura: "Master Han, it's done."

"Is there a living? Okay, go and see if the citizen who was shot was saved. If he is saved, he will be saved immediately. I will give you money. If he dies, go to appease his family and I will arrange someone to come over."

"Okay, okay. I know, boss."

"Let's do it first, it's done well. Where can I practice shooting skills?"

"...I dare not hide it from Mr. Han. When I was a child, I followed my uncle to run away with me at the Wanchai Wharf and killed several Japanese. Later, my uncle died to protect me, so no one asked me for it, and that's how it turned out."

"oh?"

"Big Boss, I dare not lie and brag to you. I still hide the epaulettes of those Japanese people."

"Okay, I understand." Han Huaiyi put down the phone and said to the table who had been quiet: "Catch it, Wan Molin, remember to bring Waibi to me when arranging people over."

"Okay, this kid has gotten an opportunity." Wan Molin smiled.

"That's his own strength, but I have to see what's going on next." Han Huaiyi said with a smile.

With his status, seeing the wrong person is equivalent to seeing the emperor as a wise man.

He is purely a half-joking and half-reward mentality.

But this kind of thing is different.

The guy immediately rushed to understand the situation and found that the citizen was still rescued. He immediately called the doctor to treat him and told them that the money Han would pay.

Everyone saw that he had just killed someone, and knew that he was working with the Han family, so they did it one by one.

Not long after, someone from the police station came, but both Vietnamese were injured and could not leave for the time being.

So the people from the police station had to wait for the transcript first... At this moment, Waibi suddenly found that a policeman inside looked familiar.

This is Kowloon, but he has seen that person many times in the British Concession, and he remembers that the other party came out to have sex...

I am quite confident than to get to the big guy now.

If you make a mistake, it shouldn't be a big deal. If you make it right, I will make a contribution again!

Thinking of this, he made a decision.

Ka—Waibi went to greet Belarus while laughing and roaring, and suddenly pushed the gun on the other party’s head: “Fujie, Mr. Han has long calculated that you are coming! Put on military uniforms? Where do you think this is here!”

other side...

Belarus instinctively pulled out his gun and cooperated with him to hold down the five police officers of the other party as soon as possible.

As a result, the other party is real and fake!

Because they just held them down, people from the Kowloon Police Station arrived. Li Gui met Li Kui, and the Belarusians were all exploded. The few guys were locked up and Dun Haibian.

The knife in the other party's sleeve and the gun at the waist were turned into a pig's head before they could move.

The Kowloon Police Station was also furious and found a corner to interrogate them.

A few minutes later, the police came to ask Belarus: "May I contact Mr. Han?"

They wanted to report to Han Huaiyi through Han Fengwu.

Belarus is the Han family's confidant, so they ignored the bad guys who were holding on to the side at this moment.

In military uniforms, how can you look down on such a flop?

As a result, Belarus said: "Hi, brother, they are looking for Mr. Han."

"Look for Mr. Han?" Waibi came over: "Zhou Sir, you'll talk to me earlier."

He was quite emotional and said by the way: "I beat him to death. Do you want to catch me?"

"you..."

"What happened, I'll tell Mr. Han." Waibi stopped when he saw that it was better.

Zhou Fucai, the head of the Kowloon Police Department, who he called Zhou Sir, saw that Belarus all recognized this guy, had to report to him, and at the same time, he thought that this bad guy really got attached to the Han family?

After hearing the situation, Waibi immediately turned a flirting: "They are playing with Uncle Yuesheng, and they are also playing with Master Han!"

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and called.

"Hello."

"Master Han, I just had a military uniform to find out the situation, but I found that one of them was working there, so I took the risk of pushing them with a gun. Then Sir of Kowloon came to help with it. Now I have confirmed that the other party was arranged to silence the Vietnamese. Sir of Zhou has now asked about the situation."

After saying this, Waibi handed the phone to Zhou Fucai: "Don't say I'm not interested enough, report it to Mr. Han yourself and let him remember you."

Han Huaiyi listened clearly on the phone, and was speechless. Well, he could also do favors.

But did this kid really seize the fake military uniform?

Zhou Fucai nodded to Waibi with gratitude. You will not be a bad boy in the future, and you will be my biological brother in the future.

Then he answered the phone: "Han, Bei Zhi is Zhou Fucai, the leader of the Kowloon Police Department's serious crime team. This is the case..."

At this time, a knock on the door came from the phone, and someone said, "Master Han, Yang Hongzhong of the Jockey Club wants to see you."

Oh? Isn’t it the person Zhou Fucai reported?

Han Huaiyi signaled him to come in, and then called: "Acai, you're sure."

"Is the job of humbleness certain? Do I need the job of humbleness to pass now?"

"No need, you and Ah Wai are waiting for me there."

"Yes, Mr. Han."

When the phone was hung up, Waibi answered and complained: "Asir, I asked you to talk to Mr. Han, but you didn't let me say goodbye to Mr. Han. It's not interesting."

If it were before, he would dare to talk to Zhou Fucai, and Zhou Fucai slapped him to death with a big mouth.

At this moment, Zhou Fucai smiled and said, "Awai, in the past, we knew each other, but we were not the same path. But I have always admired you for being a human being. In this way, if you have any problems in the future, you can just come to me."

"I just want to find out if you drink. I am now on the right path and I will not do anything despicable by following Mr. Han. I am afraid that you will not give face."

"Okay, everyone is not familiar with each other in the past, but I will be familiar with you in the future. I owe you my personal favor today, okay."

"What kind of favor is all a trivial matter. Over time, Zhou Sir will know how I am. By the way, Mr. Han will have to come for a while. Will Zhou Sir accompany me to my house when he has time? Mr. Han wants to see the epaulettes of the Japanese I killed back then."

Zhou Fucai looked at him in surprise.
Chapter completed!