General Administration, parking lot,

"Uncle Ji, how are you doing lately?" Zhang Guobin handed out a cigarette and asked Uncle Ji, who was wrapped in a kitchen skirt and dyed red hair.

"Damn it, for a person in his forties, except in bed, everything else is fine." Uncle Chicken took the cigarette, held it in his mouth, lowered his head and let the fat meat chicken light it. The chickens and turkeys were all standing there.

Next to them, they look like a group of cooks.

"That's right." Zhang Guobin nodded, patted Uncle Ji on the shoulder, turned around and got into the car.

Uncle Ji looked at Zhang Guobin's leaving figure, raised his hand, rubbed his chin, and murmured: "Prince Bin is very popular in the police station!"

This kind of young and Dangerous guy is rare...

Zhang Guobin specifically bailed out Uncle Chicken because Uncle Chicken had been offering discounts to his brothers all year round, and this time he even offered one million. Little did he know that the chickens and turkeys were not served the next day.

Worker, picked up the kitchen knife and left with integrity, called friends, and went for the five million bonus.

It is not easy to get this five million bonus. First of all, how to find out the identity of the killer is a key issue.

In the evening, Causeway Bay, an office building and underground parking lot.

Zhang Guobin once again chose the parking lot as the meeting place.

A Crown car with a General Administration police license plate slowly drove into the parking lot gate, followed the driveway and drove to the ground floor. In an empty parking lot, I saw a commercial vehicle parked quietly.

Wen Qiren parked the police car next door, opened the door, and the businessman next door opened the door, revealing a wealthy man in a suit, leather shoes, tie, and a neatly shaved head.

"Young man." Zhang Guobin called out. Wen Qiren quickly bent down and stepped into the car. Immediately, he closed the car door, sat down next to him, took out a document bag and said, "Big brother."

Wen Qiren instinctively glanced at the interior of the commercial vehicle and saw that there was no one else in the commercial vehicle except Zhang Guobin. Obviously, the accompanying young man and Ma Zai were temporarily separated, and the two were cautious when meeting.

Zhang Guobin skillfully opened the folder's paper buckle in circles, took out the documents inside, and looked at them one by one.

The documents contained photos of the scene taken by the police, intelligence summary, and forensic analysis.

As for who has the chance to find out the hidden identity of the killer, there is no doubt that it must be the Royal Police with the richest intelligence on the scene.

When the boss was checking the information, Wen Qiren said at the same time: "According to the forensic investigation, the killer used a Browning pistol with a bullet caliber of 17X9 mm. A total of 8 bullets were fired at the scene. The rate of fire was very fast and he had received professional training.

, he didn’t act like a street kid, he should have loaded 14 rounds, and one round was loaded into the chamber in advance.”

"Could he be a retired soldier from the Daquan Gang?" Zhang Guobin asked aloud.

"It's not like that." Wen Qiren shook his head: "The criminal's youth should be no more than thirty-five years old, and his figure is roughly between 175 and 178cm."

"The windbreaker he is wearing is a foreign brand. The gunmen of the Big Circle Gang will not buy such clothes. It is too expensive."

"Yeah." Zhang Guobin nodded slightly.

"Recently, there is a new professional killer on the black market, codename: Zhong Kui. He has handled several cases in a row, and his work style is very similar to him."

"Zhong Kui?" Zhang Guobin pondered the name thoughtfully.

The nickname Jianghu was given by others,

The killer code name was chosen by himself.

Wen Qiren pointed to a photo of the last case in Zhang Guobin's hand and said: "This is a photo taken by a bank's CCTV. The other party holds a gun in both hands, moves forward to shoot, and the posture of holding the gun... is a bit like...

"

"Like a policeman!" Zhang Guobin said firmly.

Still like the professional police in Hong Kong Island!

"That's right!"

"The opponent's shooting habit rarely shoots directly to the head. Most of the time he shoots to the chest. When committing a crime for the first time, the first shot was even shot to the arm."

"Young man."

Zhang Guobin raised his head and looked at Wen Qiren: "Your police force has many income-generating projects."

"So many people are doing side jobs outside."

"Sir Du."

seaside,

wooden house.

The killer agent carried a suitcase, opened the door, and shouted.

Du Zhenghui was wearing a white shirt, rolled up his cuffs, and held an injection needle in his hand.

"Snapped!"

He inserted the needle into his arm without hesitation, pushed in the venom bit by bit, let out a long breath from his mouth, sat on the chair, and groaned with a relaxed expression. Immediately, his arm slowly dropped, and he unconsciously let go.

The syringe fell to the ground, and the whole person trembled slightly, as if he was in hell or in heaven.

The manager, dressed in a suit, stood quietly at the door, looking at Du Zhenghui's actions with a hint of distress in his eyes.

He also lit a cigarette and smoked beside it.

After he finished smoking a cigarette and the energy of chasing the dragon had subsided a little, Du Zhenghui shook his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if there was a glutton biting in his mouth, opened his mouth, and asked hoarsely: "What's wrong?"

"The buyer refuses to pay the remaining half of the deposit. I will get 30% back for you. The remaining 20% ​​will only be paid after the target is confirmed to be dead."

"You still haven't gotten rid of the habit of shooting in the chest. If you continue like this, the forensics department, the intelligence department, and even Sir Huang will soon lock in your identity." The suit manager stepped forward and put the suitcase in place, opened it, and revealed the five guns inside.

bullion.

In the killer industry, you pay half when you place an order and half when you finish.

Under normal circumstances, if the target is not confirmed dead, the other party will not pay the remaining money.

The killer agent can get another thirty percent.

I think he is very loyal.

However, Du Zhenghui's face turned yellow and his eyes were unkind. He stood up and walked to the cash box. He ran his index finger over each gold bar and finally flicked it.

"If Xu with a conical face dares to steal my money, I will be the first to kill his whole family!"

"Recently, you should bring money and go abroad to hide from the limelight. He Yihai has offered a reward of five million for your life. The young and Dangerous boys in the world are trying to find you out with red eyes..." the man in the suit advised.

road.

Du Zhenghui violently swept the cash box to the ground and shouted loudly: "I am the Royal Police. Do you think the police will be afraid of thieves after meeting them?"

"I am a soldier and they are thieves. When they see me, they will run around. Whoever has the ability to kill me!!!"

"Sir Du!" The man in the suit stepped forward and shouted excitedly: "Do you really still think you are a policeman!"

"Do you really think the silver paper has been hit by bullets?"

The man in the suit bent down, picked up the tickets and passports on the ground, put away the gold bars, put them back into the box, buttoned the box, and pushed it back in front of Du Zhenghui.

"Hurry up and resign from the Plover Cove Office, take a boat to Macau first, then cross the border to Canada, choose a small deserted city in Australia, buy a manor, and smoke less..."

"I will go out to visit you when I get a chance..."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Du Zhenghui lay helplessly on the table, hitting the table with his fists again and again, crying: "No... I can't leave the police station, I am a policeman, I am a policeman."

"I can't leave the police station no matter what!" Du Zhenghui seemed to mutter to himself, as if his identity as a police officer was the last belief that supported his survival. He could give up his life, but he could not give up this belief. The man in the suit stood aside,

Silent.

"Set up a game to lure him out." Zhang Guobin said in the parking lot.

"How?" Wen Qiren raised his eyebrows and asked solemnly.

Zhang Guobin said: "Let the news out that Da Tou Kun and Fei Lin Zai are not dead. As long as the target person is not dead, the killer must come back to replenish his gun."

Killers work for money, and they all have professional rules. Of course, whether you abide by them or not is one thing. Let's lay the hook first.

"Understood." Wen Qiren nodded: "Boss, please let the public know. I will lead my brothers to watch quietly and take pictures whenever there is a deliberate person."

Zhang Guobin put away the information, put it next to his seat, and nodded: "Okay, the police and the people will cooperate and work together."

"Haha, police and citizens cooperate and work together." Wen Qiren echoed with a laugh. A few minutes later, he finished a cigarette with the boss, pushed open the door of the business car, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and then sat back in the car and drove

He drove the police car out of the underground garage and returned to the headquarters to arrange for the guys from the Intelligence Section to do their work. The guys from the Intelligence Section were well-trained and soon they were all over the entrances of Kowloon Hospital, and CCTVs were installed in many places.

Help Mr. Huang from O record to solve this major case.

At the same time, Zhang Guobin also spread rumors in the world that Da Tou Kun and Fei Lin Zai are not dead. This rumor is not false. Fei Lin Zai was rescued last night and is undergoing follow-up treatment in the hospital. According to the rules, the killer is indeed

Should be restocked.

But Zhang Guobin waited for three full days. A large group of brothers in the Jianghu gang went around scraping people. It is said that several professional killers from the Daquan Gang and the Vietnam Gang were scraped to death. Every one of them was beheaded to death, but the real person was still not found.

Ominous, many professional killers in the Hong Kong market have disappeared one after another, for fear that the bad guys from the society will come to their door.

"Sir Du, you'd better leave quickly. If you don't leave, no one will let you go easily." Three days later, inside the wooden house.

The man in a suit put a ticket into Du Zhenghui's hand, turned around, opened the wooden door, and drove away.

Du Zhenghui looked at the ticket in his hand and sneered: "I am a policeman!"

"Hiss." Immediately, he sprinkled a little bit of powder on the ticket, dug the ticket with his fingers, lit the lighter, put it to the tip of his nose and inhaled fiercely, and a fire dragon rushed into his nose, sniffing: "A good policeman

!!!"

"Boss, this killer is very smart and has not been tricked at all." In the business car, Wen Qiren pushed up his glasses, handed out a document bag and said: "However, he wandered into the hospital once, and the CCTV of the Intelligence Department captured it

Him!"

"This officer is an old acquaintance of yours." Zhang Guobin pulled out a plate of photos from the document bag, looked at the photos and exclaimed: "Sir Du?"

"Adu!"

"Bingdog, that's him!" Wen Qiren snapped his fingers, lowered his head and ate a pineapple bun and said: "At that time, I was surprised that an inspector who was transferred to Plover Cove Department thought that he would take a boat to Kowloon to visit two people in the hospital when he had time.

Young and Dangerous?”

Although he didn't go in, once he arrived, his goal was extremely obvious.
Chapter completed!