Liu Fu always thought he was a cautious person, at least he always treated ghosts, jazz and socialites in the upper class.

However, he can now basically determine that Zhou Wenqiang's "mysterious origin" is actually his own illusion.

The son of a daughter cannot sit in the hall. If Zhou Wenqiang really has something to do with a big man, he will never be born and die because of his "interest", and even destroy the Anqing Gang.

The business genius shown by Zhou Wenqiang also illustrates this point. If he was a noble young man with a foundation, he would have been famous in Hong Kong and Kowloon with such talent. How could the family release this Qilin son as a job?

So he didn't mind that Zhou Wenqiang was killed by the Kowloon City killer. Incompetent people were not worthy of being his "tool" for Sir, and he was not qualified to look back on the past and touched the trace of kindness hidden deep in his heart.

If Zhou Wenqiang can kill the killer in turn, he will also applaud happily, which proves that he has a good vision. Having this tiger in the New Territories will give him a little more fun in his life.

The fun of the superiors is always to watch the people below kill and kill, and to the death. Isn’t this what the gods on Mount Olympus do?

After a long talk with Liu Fu, the first Inspector Hua of Hong Kong and Kowloon, Zhou Wenqiang was actually very satisfied.

For a person from the 21st century, even if he put aside the various tasks that the system may give, he will have his own obsession. The process of turning this obsession into an ideal and then realizing it is actually a process of self-provement.

Whether living in the real world or in this semi-virtual Hong Kong comprehensive world, everyone needs to prove themselves, otherwise it is no different from a salted fish.

When Zhou Wenqiang gradually gained a foothold in this world, like Liu Fu, he will also have "ambition". Everything he has done so far is actually a necessary process to realize this "ambition".

If you are successful, you will help the world!

This era is dark, and Zhou Wenqiang really wants to know whether he can change this era by relying on his own strength if he lives for a lifetime and has a systematic self!

This is a great ideal, and Liu Fu's current attitude will only reduce the obstacles and difficulties he may encounter in the process of realizing his ideals. What's wrong with it?

Sitting in the rickshaw, Zhou Wenqiang gently pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and a smile slowly appeared on his face...

***

The plainclothes police officers in this era are really comfortable. Patrol streets is a matter of military uniforms. If there is no vicious crime and the case happens, the ghosts have not lost their bicycles. The plainclothes police officers really drink tea and can spend a day by looking at the newspaper. By the end of the month, in addition to public wages, there are fees to charge.

With Zhou Wenqiang and Lei Luo's current "special identity", there is no problem even if you don't come to the police station for half a month.

Although the two did not charge fees, neither Zhou Wenqiang nor Lei Luo, who was growing up, was so stupid that he blocked other people's financial paths.

The ability to make money and maintain the bottom line of integrity is still secretly admired by the police even if they have the ability to make money. After all, Zhou Wenqiang and Lei Luo have become the ideal appearance of everyone.

If you have the ability to make money in business and become a big boss, whoever likes to collect money is raised by your stepmother!

So Zhou Wenqiang walked all the way to the gun room, and all the plain clothes and military uniforms he encountered called him "Boss Zhou" intimately!

Everyone called this when they were joking. Now Wanglaoji herbal tea is popular in Hong Kong and Kowloon. All the lucky colleagues have drawn the radio for lottery draws. Zhou Wenqiang, the nickname "Boss Zhou", is confirmed.

This is the chairman of Beiwang Company! Now everyone knows that Beiwang’s shareholders are, except for Wanglaoji, a big boss of the Chaozhou Gang, even Fu Ye!

The man who manages the gun room, the surname Chen, is a bald man who is almost forty years old, with his eyes full of energy. When he saw Zhou Wenqiang, he smiled and said, "Boss Zhou, why do you have time to come to me today?"

Plainclothes officers can wear guns for 24 hours. As long as they don’t need to replenish bullets because they have done a mission, or they have run out of gun oil to collect them, they rarely come to the gun room.

Chen Qiantou remembered clearly that Zhou Wenqiang had removed the An Qing Gang last time and then received six bullets, and at the same time he also received the gun oil from the gun. It is logical that he shouldn't have come so quickly.

"Brother Chen, I want to have a full load and get three sets of bullets!"

Zhou Wenqiang looked at Chen Gantou with bright eyes, which made Lao Chen feel unnatural.

Gun room, bald head, still the surname Chen?

If it is not the 50-year-old Hong Kong Comprehensive World, Zhou Wenqiang would have suspected that this guy is the legendary gun king in the world of police.

Plainclothes men usually have a full bullet bay, and they usually receive one more group when they go on a mission. Unless they encounter a huge case, there will be a fierce gun battle, and in addition to the full bullet bay, they will receive three additional groups of bullets.

Add six bullets that already exist within 38, and then receive three sets, which means twenty-four bullets are loaded. If you calculate the task in a group of five people, more than one hundred bullets can handle a small battle.

“Full load?”

Chen Gantou looked at Zhou Wenqiang in surprise: "Boss Zhou, is there a big case to be done? I haven't heard of it."

"Haha, there are no big cases, but I'm not at ease recently and I always feel something is wrong. I can bring a few more bullets to feel at ease."

"So that's what it is..."

Chen Gengtou quickly took out three sets of 38 bullets and handed them to Zhou Wenqiang and said, "Boss Zhou must be careful recently. The police have the most accurate premonition, just like a woman's sixth sense.

But I have heard that Boss Zhou is a sharpshooter. Who is here to cause trouble for you? That's not coming to die?"

Zhou Wenqiang called out: "Tao Chen is really good at joking. When you stay in the gun room every day and deal with these guns, I wonder if you are a hidden gun king."

Chen Gantou was slightly stunned and waved his hands repeatedly, "Why did Boss Zhou make my joke? If I were the Gun God, wouldn't I have become the Inspector? At least I would have been a Sha Zhan!

How could he stay in the gun room? He just wipes the gun and cleans up bullets every day?"

Zhou Wenqiang smiled: "If you say no, then that's not.

I still have something to do, and I will chat with Chen Tou next time, bye."

"By the way! Don't forget to call me next time Boss Zhou treats me."

Chen Gantou waved his hand at Zhou Wenqiang, looked at his left back, and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The young man's imagination is really rich. He actually said I am the king of guns?

Alas, what's the King of Guns? It's a gun."

I took a 38-point gun from the gun stand next to me, and gently stroked it with both hands, and the gun turned into a bunch of parts.

Then slowly applied the gun oil to the parts. After waiting for half a minute, gently stroked the pile of parts with both hands. With a few slight sounds of "cracking", the point 38 has recovered as before.

"hehe."
Chapter completed!