Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 9 A big tree attracts the wind

"Give me all the money you have!"

Chan Ho-nam turned around and shouted to his underlings.

A dozen or so gangsters pulled out their own wallets, and a large pile of loose change jingled around.

Even Li Jian couldn't bear to watch.

"You're so poor and you're trying to become gangsters? I think you might as well start a beggars' guild."

Faced with Li Jian's mockery, Chen Haonan and the others dared not speak out.

More than a dozen people chipped in and managed to raise over 50,000 yuan.

Li Jian took it with a look of disgust and put it in a plastic bag.

His gaze swept over Chan Ho-nam's wrist: "What kind of watch do you want?"

Chan Ho-nam paused for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh dear, I almost forgot, I just bought a Rolex, it's perfect to give it to you."

Li Jian declined, saying, "I couldn't possibly accept that."

Chan Ho-nam looked pained, his heart bleeding: "Please accept this; it's a small token of my appreciation."

Li Jian put the Rolex on his wrist: "Then I'll reluctantly accept it, hahaha—"

Chan Ho-nam asked cautiously, "Boss, shall we go?"

Li Jian waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, goodbye!"

Chan Ho-nam gave his brother a wink and prepared to leave with his brother, Ugly Kun.

"Hold still, police!"

At the entrance of the alley, Da Tian Er appeared with a bespectacled policeman in military uniform.

Da Tian Er, who had been so smug just moments before, was now dumbfounded.

Apart from Chan Ho-nam, everyone on their side was lying on the ground, groaning incessantly.

This terrified the bespectacled police officer, who pulled out his pistol and pointed it at them.

Li Jian took a look and laughed.

Isn't that the Wanchai sharpshooter?

According to the plot, Liang Kun died at his hands.

At this moment, Liang Kun was still holding a shotgun, with a piece of burnt skin between his fingers.

Li Jian approached Liang Kun and said, "Give me the gun."

Liang Kun was stunned, but his body language betrayed him, and he obediently handed the spittoon to Li Jian.

As if performing magic, Li Jian shook his hands a few times, and the shotgun turned into pieces scattered on the ground.

Wanchai Gunner breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at Li Jian with a tense expression.

Li Jian walked over and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't be so nervous, we're all on the same side."

My own family?

The Wan Chai sharpshooter looked on alert.

No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see that Li Jian looked like a policeman.

Li Jian said, "I'm an undercover agent. My contact is David Chiang from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit. My badge number is PC."

Wanchai Gun God believed most of it and put away his revolver.

"What do you need me to do?"

Li Jian suddenly shouted, "Officer, I just saw them slashing people! They're all gangsters. For the safety of Hong Kong citizens, they should all be taken back for questioning."

Wangzai Gun God nodded and then called out over the walkie-talkie: "This is Ho Ka-fai. I am currently in Mong Kok. There is a large-scale armed fight here. Please send backup."

When Chan Ho-nam heard Lee Kin speaking loudly, he shouted, "Get out of here!"

The gangsters were quite clever; most of them ran away in a flash.

Apart from a few seriously injured people, even Shan, who had lost his chicken, was carried away by Da Tian Er and his men.

But Leung Kwan didn't run away.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Leung Kwan, the boss of Hung Hing. I'm grateful to you for everything today. I'll remember your kindness." Leung Kwan extended his hand and said sincerely.

Li Jian didn't reach out. He looked at He Jiahui and said, "Officer, this guy is a gangster. I don't know him, but he should be the mastermind behind this fight. Take him back and interrogate him properly."

He Jiahui pulled out handcuffs and locked Liang Kun in shock.

Li Jian dislikes Chan Ho-nam and has no feelings for Leung Kwan either.

If he were involved in organized crime, he might choose Liang Kun.

But now he's about to be promoted, so he can't afford to leave a stain on his record at this time.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Undeterred, Liang Kun shouted in a hoarse voice.

Li Jian waved without turning his head.

All that's left is a glimpse of Leung Kwan's back.

Looking at Li Jian's retreating figure, Liang Kun murmured in a hoarse voice, "He's good at fighting and handsome. It's such a waste that he's not making movies. I'll definitely make you the male lead in my new film if I get the chance!"

. . . . . .

Guiligao has already hinted that it is preparing to sell a batch of diamond jewelry.

A huge storm was brewing underground in Hong Kong Island.

Inside a rented room.

The ruthless bandit Ye Guohuan was wiping the AK on the table when he asked, "How's your investigation into Guiligao going? Where is he located? Is our firepower sufficient?"

The younger brother said, "The location hasn't been decided yet, but I've already sent someone to inquire. There are only three spears, and I'm afraid the firepower won't be enough."

I heard that Guiligao has prepared over 3000 million worth of goods this time, and many people in the underworld are tempted.

Everyone looked at Ye Guohuan, waiting for him to speak.

Ye Guohuan stood up, holding the AK with one hand, and said, "Go buy a few more AKs. We'll just rob them and kill them all. After this job, we'll go to Guangzhou."

Why go to Guangzhou?

“Nonsense, of course I’d be the boss! I heard from the boatmen that selling TVs from Hong Kong Island can earn you eight thousand dollars per set, which is millions for a whole boatload. Why would I bother robbing anyone?” Ye Guohuan said.

The younger brother asked, "Then why don't we just go directly to Guangzhou? Why take this risk?"

Ye Guohuan gave him a big bag and cursed, "Does being a boss mean you don't need capital? We'll steal these 30 million worth of goods, exchange them for TV sets, and ship them to Guangzhou to pull off a big heist."

The younger brother was overjoyed upon hearing this: "I'll contact Master Xi right away and have him get some really good stuff."

The master craftsman is a skilled arms dealer; AKs and Black Stars are nothing to him, and he can even get his hands on yellow explosives.

Clearwater Bay.

Inside the large villa.

Zhuo Ziqiang was leading a group of his underlings in a meeting, preparing to tie up a fat pig.

The younger brother, Old Dog, introduced: "This one is on Sundays, for playing golf, in Clearwater Bay, a one-way street, quiet enough, but there are blind spots on the phone. You might consider it."

Zhuo Ziqiang waved his hand: "Next."

Old Dog continued, "This one's good, a super player. He drinks himself into a stupor every night, and recently he's even taken a mistress. Sometimes, his driver gets sent away."

Zhuo Ziqiang raised his hand and lit a cigar. "If you're going to play, play big. Kidnapping?"

The old dog asked, "Brother, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhuo Ziqiang stood up and looked out the window: "I am a mountain climber. I have conquered a mountain, so of course I have to find a higher and more difficult mountain to climb."

Old Dog and the others exchanged glances, all looking completely bewildered.

Old Dog took off his glasses and wiped them: "Boss, we haven't found the mountain yet, let's find the money first."

One of the underlings suddenly said, "Boss, I heard that the jewelry that was robbed in Central is going to be sold. The notorious gangster Ye Guohuan has already contacted Guili Gao. Should we go after him?"

"Ye Guohuan? You mean the Ye Guohuan who beat more than a dozen policemen to death?" Zhuo Ziqiang immediately became interested.

The younger brother nodded and said, "It's the serial killer Ye Guohuan!"

Zhuo Ziqiang's eyes gleamed: "Quick, give me Gui Ligao's phone number."

Just as the younger brother was about to look for the phone, Old Dog stopped him: "Brother, Ye Guohuan is not someone to be trifled with. Let's keep to ourselves and avoid conflict."

Zhuo Ziqiang's smile vanished, his gaze hardening as he said, "What, scared? You got scared just hearing Ye Guohuan's name? With such a coward, how did you manage to get by in this world!"

"It will make the underlings look down on me."

The old dog's face turned pale and then red as he was being talked to, but he didn't dare to talk back.

Zhuo Ziqiang asked for the phone number and dialed it directly.

"3000 million worth of jewelry is a bit low, but it's worth it to be able to go head-to-head with Ye Guohuan!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Ziqiang couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Old Dog said impatiently, "Only 3000 million? That's enough for us to kidnap any rich guy, and it's safe too. It's not worth making our brother take such a big risk for 3000 million."

Zhuo Ziqiang slammed his hand on the table and lunged forward, saying, "You're the boss, and I'm the boss. If you're so scared, you might as well retire from this life!"

Everyone else was startled and held their breath.

The old dog swallowed hard and said, "You're the boss, I'll listen to you."

Zhuo Ziqiang patted Lao Gou's cheek: "That's right, that's more like it."

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