The hero of a certain Hong Kong comprehensive world

Chapter 50 Feisha: Hong Tai was shoveled by the Yan family!
Wang Zuluo returned the photo to Duan Kun. The dead person on it was called Turkey. This bastard slandered Brother Luo every day.

Every time the number of Lianying gangsters killed by Brother Luo himself ranged from dozens to more than 100.He even falsely accused Lai Luo of using a gun to confront Pu Jun's explosives.

As a result, there are uniformed police patrolling outside Weilong Finance every day. Who the hell will die if this guy doesn’t die on the street?
Wang Zuluo felt itchy with hatred when he thought that his reputation had been ruined by such a guy.

Whoever likes this stupid nickname of Daozailuo can take it. Damn it, there are still people who say that they are called Xueshou Luo these days. Are all the people on the road blind?Do you believe this rumor?It's simply outrageous.

"Akun, find someone to give me some relief. Just tell me, Wang Zulos, that I'm polite and kind to others. It's best to find someone to give me a nickname like Handsome Luo. At least I'll look like a serious person."

The name Dao Zailuo sounds like a no-brainer when you first hear it. The patrol police will look at you twice when they hear it.

"Brother Luo, this..." Duan Kun's expression was a little distorted. He had never seen anyone on the street give himself a nickname.

Besides, this can't be done by just letting him go out.

Lianying didn't know what to think. Ever since Turkey started talking nonsense, they also followed Wang Zuluo's "record".Even Duan Kun himself has the nickname "Running Hands and White Tou", and he still feels aggrieved.

Ah Hua was even worse. King Kong Hua was talking about him. It was said that he had been stabbed eighteen times, and he was still holding his intestines to protect Brother Luo from the knife.

It is rumored that he finally received a compensation of 1 yuan for a knife blade.This price has greatly increased the current market price on the road, and many people are already unhappy.

"Brother Luo, Ah Hua's nickname... I don't know the one who spread it on the street. Now there are many people who want to follow me. The first question they ask is if our salary is 1 yuan per knife."

Duan Kun tried to dispel Wang Zuluo's idea, saying that nicknames are too cheap to be called by oneself, but are powerful enough when others call them.

So I pulled out the unlucky guy Ahua to divert Brother Luo's attention.

Sure enough, Brother Luo couldn't stand Ahua's nickname.You see, now that I heard that a knife cost 1 yuan, my face turned dark.

Wang Zuluo took a deep breath to suppress his anger, glared at Duan Kun, and got into the car with the shoe box.

Ten minutes later, outside the cafe outside the Mong Kok Police Station.Wang Zuluo looked around, preparing to find a random guy to give something to Fei Sha.

After looking through the options, I couldn't find anything suitable. There wasn't even a bad boy on this street, which made Wang Zuluo feel that he had made a mistake in judgment.

If you don't have a bad boy, then find a student boy, but it's class time now.The student boy couldn't see it, but the old man had one.

The first choice when looking for people to do things is the old, weak, sick and disabled, so Wang Zuluo put on a mask and quickly caught up with the old man in front of him whose hands were shaking as he walked.

"Uncle, I'm..., uh, hello, uncle, I'm a delivery boy."

Wang Zuluo looked at the man in front of him strangely, why are he so old-fashioned?
You were so tight-lipped, if I hadn't seen you coming out of the police station with my own eyes, I would have thought you were a salty guy selling DVDs on the street.

Especially the trembling hands made Wang Zuluo think he had met an old man suffering from senile diseases.

Cao Dahua, who was always leaning against the wall when walking in front of the police station, was suddenly stopped by someone, and his hair stood up in fright.

When I looked back, I saw that it was a handsome guy delivering food, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I didn't order takeout." After saying that, Cao Dahua was about to turn into the alley next to him.

This time I came over to help a colleague fill out the funeral subsidy form. I dressed up specially and chose a time period when there were few people around, just to avoid being seen by others.

But he was unlucky enough to be stopped by a delivery boy. It seemed that he couldn't buy a horse today, otherwise he would definitely lose and go bankrupt.

Ok?
Seeing the 100 Hong Kong dollars handed over by the takeaway boy, Cao Dahua stopped.

I am a professional, and ordinary people will not turn a blind eye when they see 100 yuan.If he left like this... he would definitely be suspected...

"My wife is pregnant and has to rush to the hospital now. This 100 yuan is a tip from others who asked me to deliver goods."

Wang Zuluo's face was full of anxiety, and he sincerely expressed his urgency to this uncle wearing wide sunglasses.

"As you have seen, the guard at the police station entrance refused to let me in, saying that I would have to wait until after get off work. I am in a hurry now, so can you please help me wait here for a fat police officer named Fei Sha...?"

After Wang Zuluo finished speaking, he stuffed the packed shoe box into Cao Dahua's arms, clipped the 100 Hong Kong dollars to his sunglasses, and rushed onto the bus in a few steps.Cao Dahua looked at the back of the takeaway boy who was leaving, picked up the box and shook it, and found that it was very light.

"Young people have no manners at all now and leave without asking if I agree or not."

After saying that, he happily put away the Hong Kong dollars, held the box against the wall and walked back to the door of the police station. He had already seen the fat sand coming out.

Fei Sha, the anti-gangster group, was the one whom the director scolded today. Fortunately, I had seen his photo at the director's place just now.

"Today seems not to be bad luck, but to make a fortune for me. I just said that the man who died in the line of duty was because of his bad luck. How can the director say that I am the bad luck?"

After waving to Fei Sha, Cao Dahua raised the box in his hand to signal.

He had already tried it just now. The box was very light and there was definitely no bomb inside. There was no danger in handing it over.

The handsome guy just now was the one who suffered the bad luck. Otherwise, if he had waited an extra minute, he would have been able to earn tips while doing business and not delay going to the hospital to see his wife.

Fei Sha's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the suspicious person holding the box across the street.

He ran over and took the box in his hand, shook it cautiously, and then put on a smile.

"Where's the person who asked you to deliver something?" Fei Sha asked seemingly unintentionally.He kept scanning the surroundings with his peripheral vision, trying to find the mastermind hiding behind the scenes.

"My wife is going to give birth to a baby, and the delivery boy is leaving first."

After finishing speaking, Cao Dahua walked away quickly without waiting for Fei Sha to continue asking.Fei Sha just lost his sight of Cao Dahua by not paying attention.

He couldn't help but frown, and carefully recalled the appearance of the man just now in his mind, preparing to find an excuse to ask his colleagues to make a portrait of the suspect when he returned.

I always felt that the guy shaking his hands just now was suspicious. You could tell he wasn't a good guy without having to guess.

I walked directly into the coffee shop with the box in my arms, borrowed the restroom, and hurriedly tore open the outer packaging and opened the shoe box.

Inside, a .[-] lay quietly in the foam strip. He took out his modified toy gun from the holster and replaced it with his own gun.

Fei Sha smiled and patted the holster, feeling the familiar feel, and finally felt relieved.

Pull out the .[-] again, pick out the bullets from the box one by one and put them into the magazine.

"One, two, three...five...huh?"

Fei Sha's heart skipped a beat, and he turned the shoebox upside down in disbelief, but the last bullet was nowhere to be found.

It wasn't until he found a photo in the bubble strip that his expression finally changed.

Looking at the contents of the photo, Fei Sha gradually turned pale.Shivering, I turned the photo over. There was only a string of addresses written on it and a few numbers below.

Relying on his familiarity with the surrounding area, Fei Sha determined that this was a bathhouse located in Mong Kok East.There is no need to guess these numbers, they must be the storage box numbers of the bathhouse.

"This bathing shop seems to be the property of Hongtai Society. It seems that Feisha will never get back the dozens of yuan you were ripped off from."

Ten minutes later, the investigation section of the police station arrived.

A colleague patted Fei Sha on the shoulder and couldn't help but shake his head as he watched Fei Sha walk out in despair.

I didn't expect that people like Fei Sha would like to go to places like bathing shops to have sex. Isn't it normal to be ripped off?
"These Yan family shovels Hong Tai into the street!" Fei Sha clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

He had already burned the photo to ashes and flushed it into the sewer.But the address and the number of the storage box were firmly remembered in his mind.

He knew that there would be a follow-up to this matter, but he had no way out now.

(End of this chapter)