"Yesterday afternoon, Ms. Liu Jiahui, leader of the supervision team of the Lugang Town Charity Association, brought a reporter from the "Lugang Town Journal" to visit Governor Midun and wanted to interview him. By the way, he sent a few copies of the first issue of the journal.

A gift." Li Ziyu was one of the few Chinese who could be received by Midun. He took this journal for research. He took a deep breath: "None of this matters!

Do you still remember how the injured British police officer described the gangster?

Very tall, very young, with strong martial arts skills, lightning-fast marksmanship, and no big braids...

Then think about it again, how did the news describe Zhao Chuanxin when he was in the United States?

He is also tall and handsome. He can even fight against a U.S. Army force of more than a hundred people by himself, and is invincible across the east and west of the United States.

Do you understand now?"

The assistant thought thoughtfully: "I understand. But it seems that Zhao Chuanxin has a thick beard, just like Guan Yu."

"Isn't the beard not allowed to be shaved off?"

"Shave it off? I'm going to have such a long beard for many years. Wouldn't it be a pity to shave it off?"

"Anyway, I suspect this gangster is Zhao Chuanxin."

"But, Detective Li, even if Zhao Chuanxin is a regular soldier of the U.S. Army, there is nothing he can do against him, so what can we do?"

"I am only responsible for solving the case and proving that the person is Zhao Chuanxin. As for the arrest, that is not my task! Okay, you go collect the information about the theft of banks in the mainland. Midun invited me and my sister to go hunting. Let's take the first step.

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The assistant is smiling on the outside, but in his heart he’s being rude.

You throw away your hands and go hunting with the governor with your sister, and let me do the hard work myself.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a horse and circled around until he arrived at Unxian Street.

The police force on Hong Kong Island is insufficient and cannot take care of the southwest. Zhao Chuanxin will start here today.

The more I ran this section of Mishan, the more excited I became. Not only did my speed increase greatly, but I also saved a lot of effort. The pressure on my knees was much less every time I landed.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the reins, but the cat didn't want to stop.

In the end, I slapped the horse on the face as usual to stop its excitement.

"You can do whatever I ask you to do from now on, or I'll whip you!"

From a distance, he looked at Lower Albert Road.

Several Chinese police officers gathered there, still searching the bodies of Chinese people coming and going and checking their belongings.

Their behavior is questionable, but their current attitude is very friendly and polite, and they will even nod towards the person being searched.

This is progress.

Zhao Chuanxin took a closer look and found that there were no British police officers today, but there was a police officer of Asan descent.

It seems that the British police are also afraid.

Ah San is not a good person either. When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, they were among the British troops.

He raised his gun.

Bang!

After one shot, look back with confidence.

Mi Shan was frightened by the gunfire, and stepped on his front hooves in panic, trying not to throw Zhao Chuanxin off.

In an instant, he put the sniper rifle back into space, pulled the reins, and slapped the horse's face a few times before Mishan calmed down.

After all, they are not military horses.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin rode a Don hippopotamus and shot casually.

"Let's go!"

He pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and Mishan galloped away.

He didn't have to check whether Ah San's blood was spilled on the spot.

Because that is inevitable.

In the distance, a group of Chinese policemen looked earth-colored.

An experienced Chinese policeman glanced at the corpse not far away and whispered to everyone: "Don't worry, judging from the past few days, that man only shoots at foreigners."

After everyone heard this, their tense bodies relaxed.

"The British police didn't come today. If even the Indians don't come tomorrow, then he..."

The old policeman frowned.

This kind of thing can indeed happen.

"Then it's a matter of life and death." He could only sigh helplessly.

"I heard the gunfire came from Unzen Street, should we go?

Chase me?"

The old policeman nodded and said in agreement: "Okay, you go ahead, we will wait here and collect your body in a while."

"..."

Then, everyone carried the dead Indian man away with all their hands.

The advantage of having a horse is that you can travel around, and you don't have to go back to the houseboat after finishing things at two o'clock.

He took off the hooded sweatshirt he had just worn, and after thinking about it, changed into a jacket and work pants.

You can’t always wear the same clothes and show off.

Hong Kong Island is really not that big. It didn’t take long for Zhao Chuanxin to ride out of the residential area and reach the suburban area of ​​Tai Tam.

At this time, the first snow must have fallen outside the pass, but here the green leaves are still swaying, the ivy is climbing the trees, the green mountains are surrounded by the green water, and the birds are chirping quietly.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a small long-mouthed wild boar, narrowed his cunning little eyes and glanced at him warily, then ran into the woods.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled when he saw the wild boar.

There are so many pigs in the mountains outside the pass that hunters can't kill them all. Some brave ones will even go down the mountain to eat the dealers, which is a big harm in many places.

The wild boars in Hong Kong Island are smaller than those outside the customs, and the varieties are slightly different.

Appreciating the scenery of Zhengxin Ma Youjuan.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, shocking Mishan again.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over and touched the horse's face with his hand: "Don't make such a fuss."

Although the contact time is short, people and horses have already developed a tacit understanding.

After hearing what he said, Mishan calmed down.

It is also gradually adapting to the sound of gunfire.

However, he turned around and shouted dissatisfied Zhao Chuanxin.

"Shut up, don't make a sound."

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly leaned into its ear and said.

Listen to the gunfire, it's at the corner not far ahead, not far away.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the horse-playing musket, which is more useful than a rifle in close combat.

But the gunfire was probably not aimed at him.

Mishan walked quietly, and Zhao Chuanxin rode a horse to the corner ahead, confident that he would not alert anyone.

There is a group of people in front, armed with various shotguns, hunting gray geese that come to Hong Kong for the winter.

Most of them are white, and there are only two Asian faces, one male and one female.

The British are famous for their love of hunting, which is popular among princes and nobles.

Almost all British monarchs in the past dynasties loved hunting. The most famous one was James I. His love was so exaggerated that he would stay on horseback for 6 hours a day, and finally died on the way to hunting.

Today's British people like to hunt in the colonies.

Think about it, riding a horse and hunting with a conqueror's attitude is very manly and charming.

At this time, many people advocated this type of people, resulting in hunting scenes often appearing in film and television works even in the 21st century.

Hunting, in their view, has become a petty bourgeois sentiment.

At the end of the last century, some foreigners carried out brutal pheasant hunting activities in the Yangtze River area, almost wiping out the local pheasants.

Although Zhao Chuanxin has no intention of advocating ecological protection in this era.

After all, the people are starving to death.

However,

You group of foreigners are wreaking havoc on the ecological environment on Chinese soil, which makes people very unhappy.

Did Gray Goose provoke you?.br>
To be continued...