Chapter 87: The Xiangjiang River is red and red

What makes Hong Kong society most progressive or somewhat helpless is the label of the paparazzi era. Well, this is a stubborn existence that no matter how it is washed, it is like an expired chewing gum sticking to a pure white T-shirt. Well, objectively speaking, the cause of this phenomenon originates on a large scale from the burning gossip fire in the chest of Chinese people, while the other part is attributed to the lack of supervision of Hong Kong news and entertainment industry; there is no gossip, no news. And on May 6, 1997, if there was no strange story similar to the two major box office machines of Hong Kong movies at that time, Zhou Xingxing and Zhou Fafa, then the headlines of all newspapers would have been realistic words like a large-scale fight in the Tung Hall entrance of Sanhe She, killing and injuring countless deaths.

From the moment the first newspaper informant called the reporter, to the time when the reporter with a long gun and a short cannon outside the Sanhe Club could not be at a disadvantage even if he had a neat member of the club, the time had only been fifteen minutes. It was only a matter of time to soak the shit (excluding constipation)! The speed of the Hong Kong reporter once put the hospital's ambulance staff and the firefighters in the fire brigade said that this was very stressful. This was not long after the hospital's ambulance staff arrived but were blocked outside the reporter's wall and could not enter.

But this is nothing. After a doctor who often appears in the movies, he will say "In front of the doctor, all patients are equal." The plot of using the wrong place can only be seen in the movie. Just like in today's situation, almost all ambulance workers choose to stand outside and wait after failing. After all, no one is stupid. They are all unscrupulous, and they have been affected by bad gangs, and they are consistent.

Everyone thinks that it is really worth it for these young and gangsters to fight to the death with reporters who are like chicken blood. During the delay, several seriously injured died, and more people lost a certain item forever (random, not specifically, when you think of the guys who went there, they are really lustful.) physiological functions, and from then on, they joined the huge team of disabled young and gangsters. Yes, it should be like this. If bad people can still enjoy the same treatment as good people, wouldn't that be a great injustice to good people?

The situation outside the hall is not mentioned yet. The plot that is being staged in the hall is even more bizarre. Amid the screams and screams, the gray-clothed young man Yue Xiaochen sat in front of him without any image while eating the apples. The club's elder brother trembled like a collapsed low-minded man, his eyes full of tears. Wang Qibu, the young man in white standing in front of him, looked at him with a playful look on his face...

"Wen Tai, you really deserve to die." A very lethal sentence was underestimated by Wang Qibu, and he didn't even deserve some necessary expressions (such as staring and frowning). "Maybe you don't know it yourself. You have installed two large-scale file cabinets in the police station's crime file. In fact, just a few pages are just turning around, and I have already entered the ranks of death. But my awkward personality has decided to hit your lower limit once. Very well,

You have successfully shocked me, a guy who thought he had seen big scenes. Can you tell me what you thought when you raped a minor girl after being caught by the child's mother? I've watched too many pornographic movies and thought about the incident? Why don't you go home and practice with your sister and your mother? The old lady is older, but she's always okay with her mouth. Your sister is also a wolf and tiger. Isn't the effect of this cooperation like a pervert than the Japanese? "

Wang Qibu's extremely vicious torture made Wen Tai's tremor tremble no longer tell whether it was afraid or angry. In short, it can be imagined that the torture that Wen Tai suffered at this moment should be considered unprecedented in his life, and it must be the most tragic thing in the world. Even Yue Xiaochen, who has been specializing in complaining for many years, was still disgusted by Wang Qibu and finally couldn't swallow the apple that had been chewed for a while, and spit it out in one mouthful.

However, Wang Qibu did not intend to end it, and then said, "Why did the sleeping old man in the back door of Lido Nightclub provoke you? As for the time being, with his subordinates, he ended his perhaps humble life in the dark and humid back alley? His wailing and business must be less loud than it is now, right? Is it just a life that exists as you drink and have fun, and then ends cruelly? After 95 years, you will be killed by Sang Biao.

For the sake of Hong Kong's veritable drug king, he monopolized 85% of the supply of goods in Hong Kong, and his business was very big. Boss Wen. The number of people who die directly from drug use in Hong Kong every year exceeds 300, and the families that were broken by drug use are countless people who have been ruined. Do you have to bear 85% of these sins? Buddhism generally says that everything is too exhausted and fate will be exhausted early. So Wen Tai is the same thing, you deserve to die."

Those behaviors that hurt or endanger others can be called sin. The biggest evil in the Bible is not to believe in God. The West does not know how to implicitly deity theories of the gods will always make Easterners sigh that a certain god in the West is a true man with an open and honest temperament. They did not deliberately draw the topic off, but just wanted to consider the subtle relationship between the Western god system and the Eastern gangsters. In fact, the lines that each gangster brother wants to say the most are "There can't be any other big brothers besides me"? Those two or five boys who don't mess with me or follow me (the roles played by the two kings of Infernal Affairs) are all damn. In fact, most of these young and dandy boys in Hong Kong are such interesting people. After worshiping Guan Gong, they go out to chop people, and then go to the church to confess. Perhaps it is under such a deformed social background that beasts such as Wen Tai are born.

"What the hell are you going to say?" Wen Tai, who had already collapsed, screamed in tears.

"Just ask you some questions and then kill you, you won't react like this." Wang Qibu tortured Wen Tai so much.

"Kill me? I don't have to go out and know that there must be reporters outside. Even if you have a background in Yanjing, if you kill me in front of so many cameras, your troubles will not be small." Wen Tai, who had almost no confidence, but there was nothing to lose except life, made the final struggle.

"Well, I think you must have misunderstood something. You are not qualified to let me, a pride of heaven, waste time and say so much things aimlessly. So, um, look at your really ugly expression and you will know what you have guessed. I just want you to die before the Hong Kong media, and it can't be just an ordinary death. It's the kind that is very miserable and miserable, and the TV station needs to play a few layers of mosaics to broadcast." Wang Qibu waved his hand to explain, his tone and expression were not like he had long realized that this would only make the other party even more collapsed. So it would be a pity that this guy didn't act in a movie.

"Bastard, I'll fight with you." Wen Tai, who was clamoring to stand up, only revealed a slight trend. "Bang" should be the lead-core bullet shot from a very far away that directly knocked Wen Tai's left foot. This rot is not an adjective, but a real rotten. The charred tendons still stick to these pieces of bones, which is the entire content of Wen Tai's left foot at this moment.

"Ah!" The screams of human voices were no longer overwhelming the sum of all the screams of young and dandy in the room. They howled out of Wen Tai's mouth, Wang Qibu and Yue Xiaochen looked at them calmly.

"Speak louder, louder, the little squirrels from the reporters outside must have received it, but I don't know if it's clear enough." Wang Qibu said, and then reached out to lift Wen Tai up, then put it down, let Wen Tai's "left foot" hit the bottom again, so the second scream rang out.

"Wang Qibu, I suddenly feel that we are very perverted." Yue Xiaochen murmured, frightened by the scene in front of him. After all, killing a person with poisoning is different from shooting a person; killing a person with a knife is different from killing a person with a knife; killing a person with a knife is different from killing a person with a bare hands; killing a person with a bare hands is even different from killing a person with a bare hands.

"Well, if we don't consider the life and deeds of this scum, we will be very perverted. But think about it, if such a person with great sins dies so simply, it is not a question of whether we are not perverted, but whether this perverted society is fair and whether there is any matter of heaven." Wang Qibu replied, very irresponsible, establishing an almost extreme outlook on life for Yue Xiaochen, who is both young in terms of mentality and age.

"Bang." Another sniper bullet exploded on Wen Tai, this time it was his right foot. There was a little bit of his right foot, but his right foot flew out. Well, even this would not make Wang Qibu blame him. After all, shooting a guy who was rolling all over the ground one thousand meters away can hit him, which is already something that the peak sniper can do.

"Ah!"... "Bang"... "Ah!"... "Bang"...

It seems that because he did not receive the order to terminate the mission by Wang Qibu, the sniper thousands of meters away shot one by one and started to his limbs, peeling off the tissue that originally belonged to Wen Tai's body from his body.

"You, you are the Demon Blow (Ghost)." Wen Tai, who was spitting blood foam and almost only drove away and his head, stared at Wang Qibu. He wanted to remember this person. If he could be a ghost, he would definitely not let him go even if he fought so hard that he would die.

"Well, okay, it's strange to say. Maybe your resentment is too strong. I can feel some of your childish ideas about feudal superstitions. Although it is a bit cruel to say such things to you, considering that you have been cruel to others several times as cruel as you are to others, I don't consider your feelings." Looking straight at Wen Tai's eyes without evasion, Wang Qibu pretended not kindly and said, "Ahem, there are no ghosts in this world." That tone was comparable to that of the kindergarten aunt teaching the children.

So, Wen Tai's last trace of support collapsed, and then he let the bullets slaughter like a pool of rotten meat with thoughts. The pain has changed from bit by bit to boundless. In the end, he, Wen Tai, regretted it.

When Wang Qibu and Yue Xiaochen walked outside the back door, the gunshots and screams still did not stop. Fifteen minutes passed, and when the gunshots stopped, the bold reporter rushed into the hall with his camera and found the target he had originally expected, and then he vomited out "wow" in order to have a pile of minced meat in the open space in the middle of the hall and a complete head...

The setting sun shines on the Xiang River, and the water is red and red.

(Sorry, I missed the update yesterday. Today, I wrote this chapter very carefully, less, but the essence is. It is clear that the situation will be better the day after tomorrow and will explode next week. Well, that's it. Finally, I love you. My readers, my dear!)
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