A few days later.

"What the hell is Dongxing doing? I'm so sad that I have a lot of people, more money, and more territory."

"I am not as famous as the 12th Lord, but my power is no worse than them. Now I want to vote for Dongxing. These bastards actually asked me to wait a little longer and slap your mother. If I wait, I will go to see Jesus."

Inside a bar.

Hong Xingda was frustrated and smashed the things, scaring the confidants around him trembled one by one.

"Brother, since Dongxing doesn't accept us, I'd better stay."

"Ren Qingtian is actually not bad. He doesn't know the news that you are going to file yet, so he might as well pretend that he hasn't sent anything."

A younger brother suggested next to him.

"Fuck you."

The mourning lifted a bottle of wine.

With a puff, it hit my head, and the wine inside exploded.

The little brother who was hit was even more miserable. Blood flowed down instantly, and within a short while, half of his face dyed red.

"You think Ren Qingtian is an idiot. Now you haven't heard the news. We have no action when we look back. Dongxing's people fanned the air and ignited it, and he also knew it."

After the big mourning, he was still not satisfied and scolded him in a scattered manner.

But he was not demented after all. Looking at his little brother with blood on his face and the other people trembling on the side, he took out a large stack of banknotes from his handbag: "Take it to the doctor and let them test your intelligence for you. People with over 40 will not say such stupid words."

"Thank you, Brother Dasang."

The stack of money seemed to be tens of thousands, and I left with the money timidly.

He sat on the sofa in a very depressed state, slapped his hand on the table: "The people of Dongxing don't know the goods. I think they will be finished sooner or later, but don't be afraid. If Dongxing doesn't have any, there will be new records, and if you don't have any new records, there will be Heliansheng, and there will always be people who know the goods."

Leaving Hongxing and betraying Ren Qingtian was an idea that Dashen had long had.

The Great Sang was Ren Qingtian's man, and Ren Qingtian was the left-wing marshal. He followed Ren Qingtian and would never be accepted by the leader Mr. Jiang. He opened his own party and became the leader of Hongxing Hall.

In addition, because of a small matter, Ren Qingtian scolded him in surprise, so the mourning had the intention of turning around and going elsewhere.

It’s just that his mind is still in his mind and no one takes it in, so he never dares to move.

Hongxing is not a small company. Only the four major societies are qualified to keep him after he transfers so that he will not be chased by Hongxing.

Otherwise, he alone would definitely not be able to withstand Hong Xing's revenge, and he would be hacked to death on the street sooner or later.

Ring ling ling...

Just as I was thinking, the big brother on the table rang.

Dasang looked at his elder brother in anger, and while cursing the person who was calling in his heart, he picked up the phone again: "Hey, I'm Dasang."

"Brother Dasang, right? I am Senior Inspector Liang Ziwei from the West Kowloon Intelligence Department. Are you interested in talking about it?"

"Depend on!"

Dashen hung up the phone directly.

Ring ling ling...

The elder brother rang again soon.

"Brother Dasang, don't rush to hang up the phone. I heard you are going to transfer to Dongxing, but I know that there are people inside Dongxing who don't welcome you, so you can't get through."

"And I have investigated your information. Among the top leaders of the four major societies, you only have contact with the Camel of Dongxing, and do not know the big names in Heliansheng and the New Records."

"The news you are leaving cannot contain the fire. Ren Qingtian will know sooner or later, and there is only a dead end to you."

When Dasang heard the female voice on the other end of the phone, Dasang laughed unscathed: "You want to say that I can only cooperate with you, right? I'm going to die. Dasang hates the police the most. I just went out and ran into death and was chopped into meat sauce. I didn't cooperate with Dasang. If I call him again, I should greet your mother."

Doodle...

In the West Kowloon Police Station.

Lu Ze looked at Liang Ziwei who was a little stunned and said, "Do you refuse to cooperate?"

"Sir, I think Dashen has not been forced into a dead end yet, and he is waiting for him to reach a dead end..."

Before Liang Ziwei could finish her words, Lu Ze interrupted him: "When he is forced to a dead end, he will have no value."

The Great Shrine is just a thug. Even if he is Ren Qingtian’s number one thug, it cannot change the fact that he can only fight bravely.

So Lu Ze was very suspicious that Dasang knew much about Ren Qingtian.

If he knew nothing, even if he was willing to cooperate with the police, the police would not be able to convict Ren Qingtian using him as a breakthrough.

"Sir..."

What else does Liang Ziwei want to say?

Lu Ze stopped directly: "I have other arrangements for the Great Sang, so you don't have to worry about the rest."

"Yes, sir."

Liang Ziwei had no choice but to stand attentively and salute.

"If you give you a chance, you won't be useful."

Lu Ze muttered to return to the office, not knowing whether it was talking about the Great Mourning or Liang Ziwei.

Maybe both are there, but now is not the time to think about these things. What he calls making other arrangements for the great destruction is not just a statement.

"I contacted Ren Qingtian and told him that Dasang wanted to transfer to Dongxing."

Lu Ze sent a text message to a BB machine that had not received ten text messages for several years.

Two hours later, Lu Ze's BB machine rang.

It says: The bamboo rat has acted, let me reply, do things well.

"Do it well?"

Lv Ze looked at the information on the BB machine.

Ren Qingtian is famous for his cunning, otherwise he would not have been able to be the left-wing marshal.

It seems that this news did not make Zhang Cong look at him with admiration. At most, Ren Qingtian knew that there was such a person around Dasang.

A person who is quite loyal to himself at a critical moment.

"As always, watch more, listen more, and wait for orders."

Lv Ze passed his order back.

the next day.

The wind is calm.

Day 3.

Dashen began to contact He Liansheng.

Day 4.

A deceased was found in a residential area of ​​the Bay. The deceased was shot three times and was confirmed to be the death of Hongxing Hongbiao.

"Dead!"

Lu Ze pursed his lips.

Zhang Cong didn't know who killed Dasang. It was not until noon that an informant from the intelligence department broke the news that he learned that the person who killed Dasang was called Mike.

night.

"Lu Sir, I received the order from Ren Qingtian to kill Dashen."

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, Lu Ze received a call from Mike.

"Congratulations, Ren Qingtian is willing to hand over such an important matter as killing Dashen. It seems that after Dashen, you must have taken his position?"

Lu Ze's tone was relaxed, as if he knew nothing.

"It's not that easy. Ren Qingtian said that Dashen is dead now, but his troops are still there. He wants to choose someone among his troops to take over Dashen's forces, and say that he will not be gossiped about doing this."

"He also mentioned Acong's name to me, saying that if Acong hadn't this time, he might have let Dasang go somewhere else."

"I think he might choose A Cong. After all, A Cong is an old man who has been following the Great Sang for many years. With Ren Qingtian helping him, he can get on the throne. At the same time, because he has not made enough contributions, the people below will not be very convinced. It will be easier for Ren Qingtian to control both sides."

Mike did not talk about himself, but talked about Zhang Cong.

Lu Ze frowned slightly and whispered: "What do you want to say?"

Mike said confidently: "Lu Sir, I think I am more suitable for being an undercover agent than Zhang Cong. If you can get Zhang Cong to withdraw, Ren Qingtian will definitely choose me to take the lead."

"I promise you that after taking office, you will get Ren Qingtian's criminal evidence and find the location of the warehouse in the shortest time."

Lu Ze's face was so gloomy that it could drip out of water.

But he said with pleasure in his tone, and he chuckled, "Really?"

Mike replied: "I have already grasped some clues about the warehouse, but I can't confirm it yet. I need to try it out."

When Lu Ze heard this, he said playfully: "When we met last time, you didn't tell me that. You said you didn't know where his warehouse was, it took time."
To be continued...