Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 129 It's Right If Something Goes wrong
"bring it on."

Miao Zhihua raised his head and looked at Ji Bu, his chest was fixed with a death-defying expression: "Come, kill me, and avenge your brother Ali!"

"Since you have guessed it, let's put an end to this matter!"

Done.

He closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"why?"

Ji Bu squatted down in front of him, stretched out his hand to grab Miao Zhihua's collar, and looked at him coldly:
"Tell me why? Why are you doing this?"

"why?"

Miao Zhihua squinted at Ji Bu: "In this world, how can there be so many reasons? The bustling world is all for profit, and there is a purpose for profit."

"I don't understand."

Ji Bu looked at Miao Zhihua, and continued to say:
"If you need to get rid of Lin Kun simply because the interests between you and Lin Kun are broken, why do you bother to get me out?"

"Things have developed to the present, the evidence in brother Ali's hand has become the key to your dispute, but on the other hand, if you don't fish me out, then these things will not happen now."

"Without me, everything would have come to an abrupt end, and there would be no more current situation. So, why did you bother to let me enter the game?!"

"..."

Faced with Ji Bu's rhetorical question, Miao Zhihua twitched the corner of his mouth and did not speak.

"answer me!"

Ji Bu grasped the palm of Miao Zhihua's collar and pulled him in front of him: "Answer me why!"

"No why!"

Miao Zhihua gritted his teeth, and replied very bluntly: "We didn't take this mistake into consideration at the beginning, we just wanted to get rid of Lin Kun."

"It's been painstakingly arranged for Ali to go undercover."

Ji Bu muttered to himself, squinting at Miao Zhihua: "After Ah Li had a problem, you got rid of him first and then you still persevered to find me, just to get rid of Lin Kun?!"

He frowned slightly: "You don't feel like black police to me, but more like a drug dealer group. Help the Eight-faced Buddha get rid of market competitors by yourself?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Miao Zhihua replied with a blunt tone.

"last question."

Ji Bu leaned forward and looked at Miao Zhihua expressionlessly: "Let's talk about Zhang Wenyao!"

"When I went to the customs supervisor Hou Jingcheng unexpectedly, he told me that it was Senior Superintendent Zhang Wenyao who instructed him to do this."

"And when I was asking you, you also told me that the leader of the black police is Zhang Wenyao."

"Then here comes the problem, you are a black policeman, why are you revealing the person behind you to me so openly?"

"Hou Jingcheng told me that the black policeman is Zhang Wenyao, and you said the same thing. You are definitely trying to mislead me."

"Although your statements match those of Hou Jingcheng, Senior Superintendent Zhang Wenyao was only a policeman engaged in personnel work before, and the timeline does not match yours at all."

Ji Bu frowned slightly, and asked word by word: "Sir Miao, are you still hiding something from me?"

"Jibu!"

Miao Zhihua sneered, and dismissively said: "If you want to kill, kill it, don't talk so much nonsense, I have already told you everything I need to tell you!"

"Of course, you have to understand a truth before you shoot. Once I die, your identity will never come back."

"You can think about it!"

"Shh."

Ji Bu narrowed his eyelids, picked up Miao Zhihua from the ground, and emotionally grabbed his collar and retreated to the rock behind:
"Are you older than me? How dare you fucking dare to be older than me?"

He turned his head and yelled at Song Zijie who was beside him: "Give me the gun!"

"."

Song Zijie's lips twitched, and after thinking about it, he still handed diansanba to Ji Bu.

"Come!"

Ji Bu held points on Miao Zhihua's head, pushed him against the rock, and roared in a deep voice:

"You fucking say it again!"

"Shoot, you fucking shoot!"

Miao Zhihua was not afraid at all, and yelled with full momentum: "Only I know your identity, come on, shoot me to death, shoot!"

"Grass!"

Ji Bu gritted his teeth, grabbed Miao Zhihua and pushed him directly into the sea water.

"Cuckoo"

Miao Zhihua choked on the water and struggled to raise his head from the sea: "Shoot!"

"Are you older than me?"

"You shoot!"

"Shoot!"

The violent quarrel between the two sounded from behind the reef.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Miao Zhihua's voice stopped abruptly, and then his body fell straight, and fell on the beach.

"Jib."

Song Zijie rushed up, first looked at Miao Zhihua's body on the ground, then at Ji Bu: "Did you really kill him?"

"When he dies, he dies."

Ji Bu gritted his teeth, leaned against the huge rock, took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and took a deep puff:
"As for Miao Zhihua's cheerfulness, if he dies, he will die."

"Ugh"

Song Zijie sighed, not knowing what to say.

at the same time.

On a hillside about 50 meters away from the beach.

A young man with short hair was lying on the ground, his body was perfectly hidden by the weeds on the hillside.

He held a sniper rifle on his shoulder. Through the scope, Ji Bu and Song Zijie, who disappeared behind the reef, loosened the trigger on their fingers, and then said to the air headset:

"The report reports that the target is lost, the target is lost, the shooting opportunity has been lost, and Miao Zhihua is dead."

ten meters away.

In a car under the shade trees.

Hou Jingcheng was sitting in the car, watching the situation on the beach with a binoculars, when he heard the voice of a sniper on the walkie-talkie.

He wears an earphone on his ear, and the line is connected to the monitor machine placed on the passenger seat.

in the earphones.

The conversation between Ji Bu, Miao Zhihua and Song Zijie on the beach just now was clearly captured by him, and he could hear it clearly.

"I know, I've seen it."

The corners of Hou Jingcheng's mouth twitched slightly, he sneered, and then gave instructions: "If Miao Zhihua is dead, let's die, we can call it a day."

"Received, Over!"

After receiving Hou Jingcheng's order, the short-haired man immediately began to prepare to retreat, and immediately began to pack his things.

He put back the sniper rifle in front of him, and began to dismantle it skillfully.

Just now.

"tsk"

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound in the ear of the short-haired man, and the sound resounded in his ears like thunder.

The man trembled, subconsciously discarded the half-disassembled sniper rifle in his frightened hand, and reached for the pistol pinned to his waist.

"Crack."

The sound of the bullet being loaded sounded, and the silver Beretta pistol was pressed against his head: "Don't move, you will die if you move."

"..."

The short-haired man gritted his teeth, gave up the idea of ​​drawing a gun, lay down on the ground, raised his hands, and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who appeared behind him at some point.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged man was wearing a trench coat, holding a Beretta with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, squinting at the short-haired man with a disdainful expression on his face:

"I've been fucking staring at you for a long time, do you know that?!"

He raised his hand and picked up the headset from the sniper's hand, curled his lips in disdain: "You're just like you, what kind of sniper rifle are you playing with?"

"..."

The short-haired man's lips squirmed, and he was speechless for a while.

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in the car.

After Hou Jingcheng gave the sniper the command to retreat, he picked up the camera on the seat with satisfaction.

Press playback.

The camera replays the scene of Ji Bu arguing with Miao Zhihua, the gunshots and Miao Zhihua's body falling to the ground.

"Tsk tsk."

Hou Jingcheng was so elated, he patted the camera, and started to pack up the camera's scaffolding:
"Ji Bu, Ji Bu, are you worthy of playing with us? With your IQ, ten of you are no match for us."

"You idiot who thinks you have a good imagination, you think you have got all the truth, do you really think that the black policeman is Miao Zhihua?"

"Shovel, kill your boss, wait for death."

He put the tripod into the storage bag, closed the camera and put it on the co-pilot, then buckled the seat belt and turned the key to start the car, muttering to himself:

"You think you can handle us by making a game for me? Hehe, naive!"

Think about it.

Hou Jingcheng picked up the mobile phone first, made a call, and directly dialed the middle-aged man. After the call was connected, he said in a respectful tone:
"Miao Zhihua died, the video was filmed, and everything was recorded."

"very good."

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction: "Good job, things can go so smoothly, your acting skills have played a role that cannot be ignored."

"you flatter me."

Hou Jingcheng nodded and bowed, and waved his hands very reservedly: "It's mainly due to your credit. You have thought carefully and perfectly calculated them all, and I just contributed a little to the flames."

"Ah."

The middle-aged voice replied loudly: "Okay, come back first."

"Ok."

Hou Jingcheng nodded quickly, and waited for the middle-aged man to hang up the phone before hanging up, sighing:

"Hey, I have to say that the superiors are smart. With a little trickery, they can easily get rid of Miao Zhihua under the guise of Ji Bu."

He was obviously in a good mood, humming a little song, steering the steering wheel to turn the car from the side of the road into the highway, and drove away:

"Ji Bu, Ji Bu, with this video of you shooting Miao Zhihua, shooting the policeman, I see how you can clean up the crime!"

"Now, the fake has become real."

Hou Jingcheng tapped the brakes with force on his feet, slowed down the speed of the car at the turning intersection ahead, turned the steering wheel to control the direction to turn right, and prepared to merge into the main road.

at this time.

In the side alley.

A car suddenly jumped out from the inside. The speed of the car was very fast, and the front of the car hit Hou Jingcheng's side.

"Boom."

The car made a muffled sound, and the impact was severe. Hou Jingcheng, who was sitting in the car, was shocked.

"I'm hitting your lungs!"

Hou Jingcheng cursed angrily, subconsciously glanced at the camera on the co-pilot, and after confirming that there was no problem with it, he cursed and wanted to get out of the car:
"Xiao Jiasho, there are no cars on this road, you rushed out so fucking fast, you are looking for death!"

Just now.

"Boom."

There was another crash.

Another car crashed directly from the side from behind, so fast that Hou Jingcheng had no time to react.

Thus.

Two cars, one left and one right, sandwiched his car directly in the middle.

in the car.

With his finger on the door lock, Hou Jingcheng, who was about to get out of the car and argue with the perpetrator, was hit again and staggered, his body hit the steering wheel, and he was in a mess.

"Fuck you!"

Hou Jingcheng's mentality exploded completely, and he was furious. He stabilized his figure and was just about to get out of the car. Looking at the car sandwiching himself from one side to the other, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

These two cars are too strange, and the timing of the collision is too coincidental, and after hitting him, the other side has no intention of getting out of the car.

"not good!"

Hou Jingcheng's eyelids twitched, and he withdrew his hand that was originally on the door lock. He turned on the ignition, put down the handbrake and started off. With full throttle, he chose to run without hesitation.

only.

The two cars stuck him firmly in the middle, how could he drive out so easily, the hood of the car roared, the door was hit with thick smoke billowing, but he still couldn't get out at all. .

"Oh shit."

Hou Jingcheng watched his car being pushed to the side uncontrollably, hammered the steering wheel angrily, and even wanted to vomit blood, gritted his teeth and scolded: "I really screwed up your mother."

Today's squatting operation, in order to keep a low profile, Hou Jingcheng specially chose an unremarkable old car.

This old dilapidated car with insufficient horsepower was originally insufficient in horsepower. First, it was hit twice in a row, the front bumper fell off and the hood bulged. I can only allow myself to be pushed away by the other party.

"Number 1, Number 1!"

Hou Jingcheng watched his car being pushed towards the blind corner by the opponent's car step by step, and shouted at the sniper in the headset in a hurry:

"Come here, come here, I have a problem here, come and help me solve them."

"there is a problem?"

A strange man's voice came from the earpiece, his voice was calm and magnetic, and he said in an unhurried tone: "If there is a problem, it's right, I'm waiting for you."

"Who!"

Hou Jingcheng was like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, he almost jumped up from his seat: "Who the hell are you!"

"Mark Lee."

Mark Li said his name lightly: "Do you know him? Don't you know him? But it doesn't matter, it's not a big problem."

"..."

Hou Jingcheng's lips twitched, and with an ugly face, he took off the headset and threw it heavily on the co-pilot, fine beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.

He panicked.

"Boom."

With a muffled sound.

The car was eventually stuck against the corner of the wall and directly stuck.

"Snapped."

In the car on the left front.

The door was pushed open.

A man with short white hair, white clothes and white trousers opened the car door and jumped out of the car. With his left hand, he easily held a micro punch with his right hand, he closed the car door with his right hand, and walked towards Hou Jingcheng.

He stepped to the front of the car and looked at Hou Jingcheng sitting in the driver's seat with a blank expression.

Looking at the white-haired man with the gun, Hou Jingcheng swallowed, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Their eyes met through the windshield of the car.

The white-haired man didn't speak a single line. He aimed the muzzle of the micro-pistol in his left hand at Hou Jingcheng who was sitting in the car, and put his right hand on the trigger and directly pulled it off.

"Da da da!"

Flames were sprayed out instantly by the micro-pulse, and the bullets raged and swept across.

"what!"

Hou Jingcheng yelled in panic, curled up on the seat with his head folded, the bullets flying by and the bullets shattered by the bullets splashed in all directions by his ears.

soon.

A shuttle bullet was shot in just a few seconds.

The body of the car was riddled with holes, and the entire front windshield was completely shattered by the bullets just now.

in the driver's seat.

Hou Jingcheng curled up with his head in his arms, his body twitching non-stop.

Under the body.

The trousers were already wet with urine, dripping down the bottom of the trousers.

The man in white took out a magazine from his pocket, replaced the magazine skillfully, pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun, pointed the muzzle at Hou Jingcheng, and then swung the muzzle.

Hou Jingcheng watched this movement, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, opened the door tremblingly and got out of the car.

"Shit Hugh!"

Wu Fei, who came down from the side, rushed up with a run-up, kicked Hou Jingcheng to the ground with one kick, and stomped hard on his fat face twice, leaving two clear footprints:

"The shovel, how dare you fucking bully my flies?!"

"Boom!"

He scolded and kicked violently.

The hard sole kicked Hou Jingcheng's face, kicking off his front teeth directly, causing blood to flow.

"Wrong, I was wrong."

Hou Jingcheng's words leaked, he covered his head and begged for mercy, "Brother Wufly, please let me go, I know I was wrong."

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