"Old tenement building."

Zhang Guobin sat in the car, put away the phone, raised his head and shouted forward.

"yes."

"Boss." The target shooter echoed, turning the steering wheel with both hands, and the five cars turned around on the street like running water, heading towards the old tenement buildings in Mong Kok.

Outside the old tenement house, the night was peaceful.

Dongguan Miao was wearing a black windbreaker and standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding a cigarette.

More than fifty bodyguards in black suits, with capable movements, strong bodies and guns at their waists were all over the courtyard and outside.

Dongguan Miao saw a motorcade heading towards the tenement building, took off the cigarette from his mouth, and with the flash of three short and one long lights from the leading car, he crushed the cigarette butt out with his leather boots.

"Brother Bin is back."

A voice sounded in the brothers' headsets...

Two brothers stepped forward and opened the courtyard door to welcome the convoy into the courtyard. The other brothers still stood around with alert expressions, wary of any disturbance.

The target boy parked the car, held the door, bowed and said, "Brother Bing."

Zhang Guobin put his hands together on the hem of his suit, stepped out of the car calmly, and walked towards Dongguan Miao who had just come downstairs. Dongguan Miao stopped at the door and said loudly: "Brother Bing, are you okay?"

What can happen to a little policeman?" Zhang Guobin patted Dongguan Miao on the shoulder, took Dongguan Miao into the house leisurely, and asked casually: "Is there anything wrong at home?"

"Sister-in-law and the two young ladies have already gone into the house to sleep." The collar of Dongguan Miao's black windbreaker stood high, and Zhang Guobin nodded: "I feel at ease having you watching over my house."

"Abao, where does Miss Zhao sleep?" he asked casually.

There are a total of five rooms in the old tenement building. He has always lived in the master bedroom, and the remaining four rooms have been occupied by the "Four Heavenly Kings" in the past, but King has left.

Ah Hao, Xi Miao, and Achang also became famous and bought properties.

Dongguan Miao said: "The sister-in-law and the two young ladies all live in the same room."

"Oh?" Zhang Guobin exclaimed in surprise, looking around the stairs, his eyes filled with joy: "I want peace, I want peace."

Dongguan Miao followed the boss upstairs with an expressionless face, helped him open the door to the second floor, lit a cigarette, walked a few steps, and stood silently at the stairs.

Zhang Guobin entered the hall and saw a black cat lying on the window sill. With a smile on his face, he took off his suit jacket and a shirt. He opened the door and entered the bedroom with the suit hanging on his arm.

In the bedroom, Abao was wearing a white T-shirt, looking at the door with tears in his eyes.

Miss Zhao sat at the end of the bed, let out a long sigh, and quickly got up to help the man change his clothes.

Wen Bixia was leaning in the corner of the room, with a nervous look on her face, and a cigarette between her fingertips.

Zhang Guobin closed the door, let Miss Zhao help take off his shirt and belt, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from Zhu Baoyi's cheeks.

"A little thing."

"worry about what?"

Lines of water dropped from Abao's eyes. Zhang Guobin looked at her unsatisfactory look and took her into his arms with emotion, and then comforted the three women together.

The sheets, chest, and pillows were all covered in tears.

Two o'clock in the morning.

The hours flew by.

Zhang Guobin had just escaped from the crowd of women and was about to go to the window sill to smoke a cigarette and relax his overworked muscles.

"Dudududu."

Desktop Big Brother rings.

He glanced back at the third girl on the bed. The three girls were all sleepy. Their six long legs were of different shapes and sizes, with different postures and slightly different skin tones. They were stacked together. Their exquisite feet each had their own cleverness. A quilt

When these three people are connected together, people can't help but take a second look at the same exquisite oil painting.

Zhang Guobin picked up the phone from the bedside, gently pressed the answer button, and quietly turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

"Hello?"

"Aside?"

Calling in the middle of the night.

Not polite!

Zhang Guobin asked aloud, holding a cigarette in one hand and a phone in the other.

On the phone, Wu Zhaonan was full of energy, and his rough and powerful voice sounded: "Mr. Zhang, it's me, give the number to Ah Wu!"

"Brother Wu?" Zhang Guobin responded with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking about whether there had been any cooperation or friction between Number Gang and He Yihai recently.

The leader of the Number Gang called in the middle of the night. Could it be that Li Yongli was secretly related to the Number Gang?

Zhang Guobin's tone suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice: "Seven things?"

"Mr. Zhang, I have decided to lead the number gang to join you in raising righteousness!" Wu Zhaonan was not surprised by Zhang Guobin's serious and vigilant voice, and said in a tone of no hesitation: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country, and the national righteousness, everyone should do their best.

!

"Now I have all my brothers under the Number Helper get ready. When the gunshots are fired, they will take the lead in sweeping the southern district. The comrades on the other side can land at Repulse Bay."

"The arms from Macau will be provided free of charge to brothers in major social groups. You and I must not forget the legacy of the Hongmen martyrs and inherit our ancestors..."

"What did you say?"

Zhang Guobin exclaimed with surprise on his face.

My heart couldn't help but be boiled by Wu Zhaonan's righteous and awe-inspiring words.

Why are the number gang so brave?

"You want to take the lead in doing something great?" he said, suppressing his emotion.

"No, no, no." Wu Zhaonan hurriedly denied it modestly: "I just participated, participated. The first and most important contribution must be yours, Mr. Zhang."

"Damn, this street kid is trying to kill me!" Zhang Guobin's hot blood was suddenly poured with cold water, and he asked in a tempered tone: "Who said I would take the lead in righteousness?"

"How do you know this?"

Wu Zhaonan was not surprised by Zhang Guobin's evasive words: "I also got the news by chance. Please keep Mr. Zhang private. If you think I am not qualified to participate, please help me pass a message to the north. I can give Awu the number and add money."

!

But he explained: "How can a great cause be so easy to do? The news has leaked, and tonight's operation is cancelled!"

"ah?"

Wu Zhaonan screamed in surprise, but then he suddenly realized and said to the phone: "Sorry, Mr. Zhang, please call me next time you have a chance."

"The number helper will help you first find out who leaked the news."

"No."

Zhang Guobin's tone left no room for doubt: "The boss is very angry about this matter. I will contact you after a while. Let the brothers have a good rest tonight."

"In military and national affairs, carefulness comes first."

Zhang Guobin sighed: "It's my fault for being lax in controlling my subordinates, which ruined the big thing."

Mr. Zhang, there is no need to worry, the number gang will be on hand day and night to carry out righteous matters." Awu vowed to issue a military order, but Zhang Guobin was helpless and said to the phone: "Okay, let's talk again when we have time, bye!"

"Bah." Zhang Guobin hung up the phone, looked out the window, and smoked a cigarette quietly. After thinking for a while, he suddenly shook his head: "Go to the street!"

You? What are you thinking about? When we talked about it, we have already decided in private that it is not your turn to do big things. It is better to work honestly as a business to make money. Well, when will it be your turn to do things that even Bao students dare not do?

"Don't let those brainless young and Dangerous guys lead you astray."

Dozens of Hongmen brothers can stop the killers, but they can't stop the missiles. No matter how fierce the shell is, they will rush into the street. There have been riots in Hong Kong for decades. Who can really accomplish great things than the Hongmen brothers?

His patriotic heart made him smile and feel warm.

Zhang Guobin turned around and put out the cigarette butt in the glass jar, took the mobile phone back to the bedroom, looked at the three women filling the bed, smiled silently, put the mobile phone back into the base, turned around and walked to the guest room to sleep.

The three big stars have the style of a pretty girl, a coquettish woman, and a young woman. As the most popular actresses in Hong Kong, they have never shared the same stage on the screen, and they do not want to share the same bed at home first.

This night.

Xinji, Number Gang, Yihai, dozens of font sizes, large and small, and more than 300,000 people in Xiangjiang did not sleep well. It was not until the middle of the night that accurate news came out. The leaders of major associations slowly relaxed.

After coming down, the calm night was actually full of smoke.

At six o'clock in the morning, Xinji Xiangfu.

Xiang Yan sat alone on the sofa all night. When the sky got brighter, he took off his glasses and sighed tiredly: "I got through it!"

"Young Master, the news in the world is wrong, maybe someone is spreading rumors." Mr. Xinji, with two dark circles under his eyes, was sitting next to him smoking a cigarette. The ashtray was filled with dozens of cigarette butts. It can be seen that Xinji was so big last night.

How did you guys get through it?

Xiang Yan stood up and walked around the sofa. Facing Master Chen Wen's words, he spoke calmly and sneered with deep eyes: "Ha!"

"Passing rumors to spread rumors?"

"Do you also know that this is not a test or an exertion of pressure? Perhaps the British side has already given in and compromised?" He raised his head and looked out: "The war was not just about bullets and cannons. Otherwise, how could our country have perished?"

"You mean Chen Wen looked surprised: "The war has already started, and the North won?"
To be continued...