Xia Liuyi turned his gun to face the door. Fei Qi took the opportunity to hug his legs and dragged him to the ground. He weighed nearly 200 pounds and went to grab the gun in his hand. Xia Liuyi struggled to fire two shots, but he couldn't. He hit, and finally used his knees against Fat Seven's stomach to overturn him, only to hear a loud "Bang!"!
Inspector Hua took out the gun from the drawer of the cupboard, and shot Fat Qi to the stomach. Fat Qi covered his bloody stomach, lay on the ground and stared at him, "You, you..."
"The people outside are yours?!" Inspector Hua scolded, "The bastard has eaten the guts of a bear and a leopard, and dares to rebel at Laozi's house!"
Fei Qi held his breath and said with hatred, "You're immortal! What the hell are you pretending to be! Xia Xiaoliu, let me tell you, it wasn't my intention to instigate Xu Ying to kill the Qinglong, it was he who told me to pass on..."
Before he could finish speaking, Detective Hua swung his hand and shot again, hitting the forehead. Half of Fat Seven's head was blasted into blood, and the fat body twitched twice and then stopped moving. After killing Fat Qi, he looked back and met Xia Liuyi's shocked gaze.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, then raised the guns in their hands together. After two consecutive loud sounds, Inspector Hua was knocked out by the bullet that hit his chest and fell to the ground. And his missed shot hit the ceiling chandelier, and the luxurious crystal chandelier weighing dozens of kilograms crashed down and fell onto the dining table and smashed to pieces!
Xia Liuyi ignored the splashed crystal fragments, and rushed to Inspector Hua in a few steps, grabbed his collar and asked, "Qinglong has always respected you! Why did you attack him?! Why?!"
Inspector Hua's mouth was trembling, unable to utter a word, and his hands were scratching in vain. This old inspector, who has been in the world for 20 years, the "boss" brilliance has enveloped thousands of people in the world, and has earned hundreds of millions of assets, stared at his luxury chandelier that was purchased from France and is now broken, and swallowed convulsively. Last breath.
Xia Liuyi kicked him fiercely and fired three shots at his corpse in anger!
The door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and one of Fei Qi's bodyguards broke in with two guns, but only shot all the bullets on the corpse that Detective Hua was lifted up. Xia Liuyi held Detective Hua's collar with one hand in his left hand, hid behind him and took a breath, then while pushing him towards the intruder, he switched the gun from his powerless right hand to his left, killing the bodyguard with one shot.
At this time, there was also a fierce gunshot outside the balcony. The two sides outside the building heard the movement inside and started a gun battle in unison. On the rooftop, Fei Qi's men jumped into the balcony with ropes and began to concentrate fire on Xia Liuyi, the only one standing in the room.
Xia Liuyi raised his hand and fired a few shots, killing the two pioneers who rushed into the room, forcing the third back. The gun in his hand was out of ammunition, so he buckled it twice and then threw it away.
"The boss is dead! Xia Liuyi is still inside! Set him on fire!" The Fat Seven's subordinate who escaped shouted outside.
Two paint buckets were thrown in from the window, spilling the smoky smell of the room, and then a torch was thrown in.
Xia Liuyi hurriedly turned around and retreated to the door, but another bodyguard of Fat Seven happened to finish the killing ring outside and rushed in. As soon as the two met, before the other raised his hand to shoot, Xia Liuyi grabbed the table knife, raised his hand and shot out, hitting the throat!
He bent down to pick up Inspector Hua's gun and put it in his trousers pocket. Taking off his suit jacket to cover his mouth and nose, he strode to the door, stepped on the bodyguard's twitching face with the knife stuck in his throat, picked up the other party's gun, and rushed out of the door.
There was chaos outside the door, and the corpse of the Washington servant killed by Fat Seven's bodyguard lay across the corridor. Xia Liu took a big step, picked up a body lying behind a large vase, and shook it vigorously, "Ayong? Ayong!"
"Big... Boss!" Ayong, who was covered in blood, barely opened his eyes and coughed. He was shot in the abdomen and was dying, "You're fine... cough..."
"Where's A Biao?" Xia Liu didn't see the second bodyguard.
"Cough... I don't know... He said to go to the toilet... "
Xia Liu's expression sank, but he didn't have time to judge. Downstairs came the constant sound of gunfire and confusion. Mrs. Hua's scream sounded for a moment, and then it was silent.
In the various rooms upstairs, gasoline barrels were thrown from the balcony, and there was a fire, and some people ran up the indoor stairs. Xia Liuyi didn't talk nonsense, he bent down and pulled Ayong up and put it on his shoulders. As he ran, he turned around and fired two shots at the pursuer, killing the first charge.
As a counterattack, a rain of bullets roared, and the wall vases along the way were smashed, and the corridor chandeliers fell, and the ground was covered with slag and smoke!
Xia Liuyi hunched over his waist and covered his head with a gun. He supported Ayong and ran desperately forward in the smoke. He heard Ayong weakly say in his ears, "Boss, leave me alone... Let's go..."
"Shut up!" Xia Liuyi frowned and shouted, barely grabbing his collar with his weak right hand, dragging him to the end of the corridor, while firing another shot back, and another person fell to the ground.
The window at the end was locked, and the lock was firmly rusted and could not be pulled open. Xia Liuyi took off his coat and wrapped his left arm, "Crack!" He shattered the glass!
He swept away the debris by the window, and he turned around to lift Ayong and was about to push it out. Suddenly Ayong struggled and knocked him aside! At the same time, a few gunshots rang out at the other end of the stairs, opening a bigger blood hole in Ayong!
"Ayong!" Xia Liuyi hissed.
With blood in his mouth and blue veins on his forehead, Ayong glanced at him with red eyes. Taking the gun with only three bullets left from Xia Liuyi's hand, he grabbed Xia Liuyi and pushed him out of the window with all his strength!
He turned around and shouted at Fat Seven's men who rushed up, and rushed up while shooting! The bullet rain came oncoming, and the thunderous gunshots shook the entire villa!
The floor is not high, Xia Liuyi fell into the garden from the second floor with the sound of gunshots, fell on a bush, and rolled a few times to get up. Breathing heavily, he raised his head towards the smoke-filled second-floor window, gritted his teeth, and turned his face away in grief, when he heard the voice of a pony outside the courtyard, "Big brother!"
The pony has been quite defensive under the wink before he came in. After the first gunshot inside, the two sides outside decisively cut off the fire. For a while, the gunshots were endless, and several corpses fell on the ground.
Xia Liuyi took out the second gun in his trouser pocket, and under the cover of his family's shooting, he rushed back to the riddled car despite the hail of bullets.
"Boss, are you okay?!" The pony asked.
Xia Liuyi took a breath and said, "It's okay, the messenger will come soon, let's go!"
It's too late to say this. I don't know where the sound of the wind leaked, the red lights at the foot of the mountain kept flashing and the alarm bell continued, and a large number of police cars flocked.
"How come so quickly?!" The pony stared.
Xia Liuyi thought of the missing A Biao, and immediately had a calculation in his mind, "Don't fight, burn the car, and leave!"
"Yes!"
The group dispersed and hurriedly blended into the night. The people led by the pony are all smart and agile players, and Xia Liuyi doesn't need to worry about this. He picked a path and slid down from the edge of the mountain forest by himself, ran straight all the way, ran for a few miles, and looked back, the villa in the middle of the mountain was burning, and half the sky was red.
At this time, on the mountain, the police pulled up the blockade and arrested several Feiqi's men who were trapped in the courtyard and tried to escape. Fire trucks and ambulances also rushed. Along with the fire truck came an ordinary car with a tail number of 61. Several plainclothes opened the door and got out of the car, showing their credentials to the police officers maintaining order.
The billowing smoke was still pouring into the sky from the roof of the villa, Xie Jiahua brought two subordinates to the front of the courtyard, "Who is the person in charge here?"
"It's me," said a plainclothes police officer.
"O's Senior Inspector Xie Jiahua, this is an underworld gang fight that we have been investigating for a long time, and O's will take over. Thank you for your hard work."
After Xie Jiahua finished speaking, he turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Pingzhi's car at the door is Xia Liuyi's car, hurry up to put out the fire and search carefully."
"Yes."
"Where are the prisoners you arrested?" he asked the police officer who was in charge before.
"All handcuffed to the car."
"Show me."
Xie Jiahua took his subordinates into the back of a police car. All the arrested gangsters looked at him with dismay. He pointed to A Biao who was squatting in the corner, and said to his subordinates, "Cuffed away alone."
…
Half an hour later, Xie Jiahua, who had dealt with everything, walked out of the car on the blocked line, but was knocked on the window from outside.
He pressed down the car window, it was a young man in his twenties, with long slender eyebrows and single eyelids, he smiled slyly like a fox, "Hello Sir Xie. I am the Assistant Investigation Director of the Independent Commission Against Corruption, Lu Guangming. "
"What's up?"
"The scene here is so lively, there must be something big going on inside, thank you Sir?"
"The case is under investigation. According to confidentiality regulations, I have no obligation to disclose it to you."
"I understand, I'm not here to get to the bottom of things, I'm here to help. Inspector Hua, who lives here, is suspected of taking bribes and colluding with triads. We have been investigating for a long time, and we have some information that is not restricted by confidentiality regulations. Maybe Helpful in case investigation. This is my calling card."
Xie Jiahua took away the business card and pressed the window, "Thank you, I will contact you again."
Lu Guangming reached out and held down the car window, "But thanks Sir, my information is not given for nothing."
"what do you want?"
Lu Guangming turned his head to see that there was no one around, and said in a low voice, "Inspector Hua is not the most senior officer suspected of taking bribes. There are some people above him. One of them... has a personal relationship with you, Sir Xie."
Xie Jiahua's face sank, and his eyes suddenly became cold.
Lu Guangming took a step back as if afraid of the cold, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Thank you Sir, I'm just a new assistant director, I can't make things up to provoke you. That's it, remember to make an appointment with me. By the way, I like to drink Honolulu Coffee's milk tea."
…
Xia Liuyi walked down the mountain and merged into the city. He threw the gun into the seaway. He rolled up the blood-stained suit jacket and held it in front of him. He slowed down and walked to the Tianxing Pier, preparing to mix into the crowd and cross the sea by boat. Back to Kowloon.
But when he walked to the entrance of the pier, he was dragged from behind!
Xia Liu turned his elbow consciously, but the attacked arm was quickly held by the person who came, "Brother Liuyi?"
Xia Liuyi turned around and saw a surprised He Chusan.
He Chusan wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a briefcase under his shoulders, apparently just working overtime. He glanced up and down at Xia Liuyi, and instantly understood the situation. He hurriedly took off his jacket and wrapped the bloody him, and said in a low voice, "I can't cross the sea now, there are plainclothes inspections everywhere, come with me."
He took Xia Liuyi, and the two got into a ding ding car in silence, staggered and sat in the western ring, got out of the car and walked quickly to an old tenement building.
The corridor was dim, He Chusan took out a flashlight from his briefcase, led Xia Liuyi up, and found the key to open the door of a rented house on the second floor.
He Chusan turned around and closed the door, closed the curtains, and turned on the light. The two were gasping for breath in the room full of light.
"How do you know there are plainclothes?" Xia Liuyi only spoke at this time.
"I saw police cars parked upstairs in the company. They said there was an accident in the middle of the mountain, and the Flying Tigers went up."
He then asked, "What happened?"
Xia Liu looked indifferent, "It's none of your business."
He Chusan knew that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any further questions. He lowered his head and noticed the blood oozing from Xia Liuyi's shirt, "Are you injured?"
Xia Liuyi didn't realize that he was injured, and lowered his head in confusion. He Chusan crouched down and hurriedly opened his hand and lifted his shirt.
The wound was on the waist, and it was cut by the glass when he fell from the second-floor window. The wound was actually not deep, but it was rubbed and bloodied due to the intense exercise that followed. He Chusan lightly touched the wound with his fingertips, it was cold and sticky to the touch, and only felt the apex of his heart tremble with pain.
He clenched his fists fiercely, calmed himself, and helped Xia Liuyi to sit down on the sofa in the living room, "I'll go downstairs to buy some medicine, you rest first."
"Hey," Xia Liuyi called to him, "be careful."
He Chusan's heart trembled again, "You should be careful. Don't go out, I'll be right back."
He grabbed his briefcase and hurried away again. Xia Liuyi ripped off his clothes, leaned back on the sofa with his upper body naked, wiped his face with both hands, and let out a long breath.
After a thrilling fight, he suddenly fell into such a peaceful and quiet environment, feeling like he was in a dream!
…
After a while, Xia Liuyi observed the furnishings in the house. The house is one room and one living room, with low-quality walls with thin layers of gray, uneven ground, and a moldy roof. It is very rudimentary. On the back of the door is a paper-cut "Fu" character, which at first glance is Abba He's work. There was only a sofa and a small coffee table in the living room, and two pairs of leather shoes and a pair of slippers were neatly lined up on the ground at the entrance.
He leaned against the wall and walked into the bedroom. There was a single bed, a small wardrobe in the corner, a desk frame beside the bed, with a large stack of materials and books on it, and several stacks of books were neatly stacked on the bedside.
This fucking nerd lives on a piece of paper all day long!
He opened He Chusan's closet and rummaged through, pulling out a pair of trousers and hanging them on his arms. Just as he was about to close the cabinet door, he noticed a black leather box in the corner.
I opened it and looked at it. It was an old tome camera with a label of "XX Consignment Store" on the bottom of the camera body, which looked like it was second-hand. And a small can of film. Mr. Xia was not very interested, looked at it and put it back.
As he walked, he kicked off his muddy and bloody shoes and socks, took off his pants and threw them on the living room floor, stepped on He Chusan's slippers, and went to the toilet to take a shower.
The house is old, and the only one used for bathing is a water pipe, and even the fluffy head is not installed. Xia Liuyi grabbed the water pipe and rushed it all over his body. While grabbing the soap and smearing his hair, he pondered to himself: This kid has always been economical, even renting the house is so poor, why is he willing to spend money on a second-hand camera
He was busy washing his body, and He Chusan hurried downstairs. He bought bandages, gauze and commonly used medicine from the pharmacy, and hurried back. When he entered the door, he saw the trousers of Mr. Xia rolled up in a ball.
He put the things in his hand on the coffee table, and hurried to the toilet to slap the door, "Brother Liuyi?"
"Huh?" Xia Liuyi responded in the sound of rushing water.
"The wound can't touch the water, so be careful when you wash it."
Xia Liuyi ignored him, squinted his eyes and raised his head to rinse the foam—the fart hurts a little!
He Chusan sighed and sat patiently on the sofa waiting for Mr. Xia to finish bathing. After a while, Xia Liuyi came out of the toilet wet, shirtless, and said, "Towels."
He Chusan carefully opened the curtains and retrieved the hanging towels from the windowsill. Xia Liuyi grabbed it and wiped it on his body, then he was about to touch the disinfectant.
"I'll do it." He Chusan grabbed the medicine bottle without looking at it and said.
He pulled Xia Liuyi to sit on the sofa, and carefully wiped off the water on Xia Liuyi's body with a towel, and disinfected the wound. Xia Liuyi wiped his hair with a towel, let the disinfectant burn through the wound, and said nothing.
He didn't scream pain, but He Chusan hurt him. Sprinkling the wound medicine on the gauze, and carefully sticking to the wound where the flesh was rolled, he thought of the scene when the other party was injured as he moved. Although I don't know what happened, the suit jacket covered with blood clots and glass shards, the high-grade leather shoes full of mud, the large number of police cars whizzing up the mountain, and the plainclothes interrogating the passengers across the sea all imply that the fighting Intense and thrilling.
Xia Liuyi's body was covered with scars, most of which were old wounds, but he witnessed the terrifying large centipede-shaped suture on his right shoulder with his own eyes. He recalled that in Jiaolong Fortress, Xia Liuyi was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he fainted in front of him, and his chest throbbed.
Xia Liuyi felt that He Chusan's movements were getting slower and slower, He Chusan lowered his head without saying a word, and placed his hand gently beside Xia Liuyi.
Xia Liuyi covered his head in the towel, so he couldn't see He Chusan's movements, but he could see the shadow projected on the wall in front of him - He Chusan raised his hand silently, which was an action to hug him from the side and back.
Xia Liu consciously tensed his back, his muscles tugging at the wound, he gritted his teeth and held back the pain - and then saw He Chusan's hand in the shadow quickly retracted!
Xia Liuyi frowned and turned his head. He Chusan, as if nothing had happened, was putting a bandage on him intently. Big Brother Ren Xia stared at him in every possible way, he remained motionless, his face pure and honest.
Damn Oscar winner! Pack! You continue to pretend to Lao Tzu! Pujie, I thought that your horse was too fake!
After the wound was treated, Xia Liuyi quickly pushed the wicked boy aside and said coldly, "Brother, give it to me."
He Chusan sullen his head, got up obediently, turned over the eldest brother for him, and found a thin pajamas to put on him.
Big Brother Xia put a towel on his head, dressed in pajamas with cute bears painted on it, flip-flops under his feet, and walked to the window to make a phone call. He pressed the number and asked He Chusan, "Are there any cigarettes?"
"No."
"Go buy it."
"You can't smoke when you're injured."
"Fujie boy!" Xia Liuyi knew that he would say this, so he cursed and continued to say to his big brother, "Hello, Dongdong?"
"Fujieboy?" Cui Dongdong teased at the other end, "Yo, boss, is the 'Pujiezi' hero saving beauty again?"
"Fuck you," Xia Liuyi cursed, "Is the pony back?"
"Hide and called me. The cops are all over the street now, don't come back yet."
Xia Liuyi was silent for a while, "Ayong is dead."
As soon as these words came out, even He Chusan, who was cleaning the room next to him, paused. He remembered the name, the chief bodyguard beside Xia Liuyi, with a calm and taciturn personality, he would nod his head every time he saw him, and even helped him deliver cakes on Children's Day.
Cui Dongdong was also quiet over there, "I'll find someone to settle his family."
"Double the settling fee," Xia Liu said, "When this time is over, I will give him a grand funeral."
"understood."
"Also," Xia Liuyi reported the names of several stalls, "the goods and people from these places have been withdrawn."
"What's wrong?"
"A Biao has disappeared. I suspect that he is a gangster. He knows all these places. You can find a few smart people to go to the place where he lives. If there is anything suspicious, bring it back and clean up the house. As for him, I will find it out for Lao Tzu!"
"it is good."
Xia Liuyi hung up the phone and looked up, and saw He Chusan holding a pile of bloody clothes, looking at him with a complicated expression.
"Um?"
"A Biao is a policeman?"
Xia Liuyi was impatient, "It's none of your business!"
He Chusan was silent for a while, "Don't move the police, don't mess around."
This sentence made Big Xia laugh angrily, "What? You knew that I was messing around on the first day? I'm a gangster and don't move the police. Do you want to marry them? Shut up!"
He Chusan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, but Mr. Xia could see clearly, and the words "hopeless" were clearly written on his face.
Xia Liu smashed his eldest brother one by one, "Go buy beef offal!"
He Chusan swiftly used the clothes in his arms to catch the eldest brother, picked up Xia Liuyi's shoes, and walked away with his head sullen.
He burned his bloody clothes, flushed the ashes down the toilet, brushed his shoes, and cleaned the room. He then boiled a pot of lean meat porridge for Xia Liuyi, sprinkled with sesame seeds and sweet pork floss, steamed a basket of siomai and a basket of egg yolk buns. Xia Liuyi covered his pajamas, leaned back on the sofa and took a nap, opened his eyes and ate a light meal at the coffee table.
"Fuck!" Xia Liuyi scolded, "Where's the beef?"
"The stall downstairs is not very clean," He Chusan said, "I will buy fresh beef offal for you tomorrow."
Xia Liuyi glared at him for a long while, deliberately flipping the table, and felt that he was the leader of the gang, so he couldn't afford to lower his body and be angry with him. You can't do it, you can't do it... Scrooge!
He didn't eat a few bites at the detective's house in China, and experienced another thrilling experience. At this time, he was so hungry that he couldn't be picky about food, so he could only eat whatever he wanted. When Cui Dongdong called, he was rubbing his stomach and lying on the sofa to digest food.
"A brother saw A Biao at the gate of the bureau. He seemed to be a witness for the policeman, and he couldn't get close. The place where he lived was blocked by the policeman, so he couldn't get in."
"Fuck!" Xia Liu threw the big brother out one by one!
He Chusan, who was collecting the bowls and chopsticks, jumped to the side, raised the steamer in his hand, and took it with a bang!
"..." Xia Liuyi glared at him, and found that this kid had not seen him for more than half a year, and his skills were good.
He didn't know that He Chusan often flew folders with his colleagues when he was busy at work. He was holding five pens in one hand, sandwiches in his mouth, a phone on his shoulder, his eyes looking at the quotes, and the other hand. smack the keyboard...
"What's wrong?" He Chusan meddled with his own business. He vaguely heard A Biao's name on the phone.
Xia Liuyi frowned and sat on the sofa in deep thought, ignoring him, but he was obviously deflated.
"… "
"Damn, what are you stealing?!"
Xia Liuyi felt that every time he stayed with He Chusan for ten minutes, he would be choked to death. This kid didn't need to speak at all, and the corners of his mouth could be so angry that he wanted to scratch the wall. He covered his waist with a dark face, and felt that the wound was about to collapse, but He Chusan was calm, and went to make the bed as if nothing had happened, "Brother Liuyi, go to bed."
"And you?"
"I sleep on the sofa."
Xia Liu took a look at his narrow sofa, and it was definitely not enough for a big man to lie down comfortably, but when he thought of the three kinds of bad things at the beginning of the year, after all, he was heartless - of course you have to sleep on the sofa!