Hong Kong variety show: An undercover agent from Infernal Affairs? I'm not human anymore!

"Boss, here is his information."

—Miles Bond, Chief Counsel of the Hong Kong government, Judge of the Court of First Instance of the Department of Justice… and a whole host of other titles.

In short, he was a big figure in the legal profession, with countless students and old friends.

Tian Yangsi: "Currently, we can't get close to this person because he goes to places that are crowded and upscale..."

Tian Yangyi sneered: "Just blow it up, who cares if it's a high-class place or not!"

Ma Zhichao rolled his eyes: "If you don't use your brain, you'll be a gangster your whole life..."

Then he looked at Tian Yangsi: "Anyone else? His descendants..."

Tian Yangsi nodded: "He has a son, 24 years old, who just started working at the Department of Justice."

Ma Zhichao sneered.

Ha ha……

It's perfectly reasonable for a judge's son to also become a judge.

He thought of a dialogue from an old movie, something like this:

"Father, when I grow up, can I become a third-rank official like you?"

"of course can."

"Then can I become the prime minister?"

"That won't do. If you become the prime minister, what will happen to the prime minister's son?"

Ma Zhichao: "Does he have any bad habits?"

Tian Yangsi: "Xin, likes to chase girls, is arrogant and domineering, annoying, and that's about it..."

Ma Zhichao frowned. "Is that all the hobbies you have? How am I supposed to get started?"

never mind,

They're all foreigners, but I'm merciful and will send them to meet their maker!

You're welcome!

"Ah Sheng, go find someone who's willing to die willingly..."

"What does the boss want?"

Ma Zhichao sneered: "If he hits and kills someone on the street, I'd like to see how our righteous judge will sentence his son!"

Tian Yangsheng's eyes lit up. This plan is good!

Judge, huh!

Naturally, we should fight fire with fire and see what kind of judgment he will make when his son breaks the law!

This plan is ruthless!

Tian Yangsi: "Boss, I know someone named Afen. There's a three-year-old girl whose husband is addicted to drugs. She tried to persuade him to quit, so she even tried drugs herself and then quit to set an example for him. But she got addicted herself and couldn't quit... She kept thinking about suicide."

Ma Zhichao: "???"

This plot seems familiar...

Ma Zhichao: "Are you sure she can be controlled?"

Tian Yangsi: "It should be fine. She has always wanted to die. If she weren't worried about her daughter, she would have died long ago."

Ma Zhichao nodded: "Okay, tell her that we will take good care of her daughter, ensure she attends a good school, and helps her grow up healthy... so she can work her life away!"

Tian Yangsi: "Okay."

Ma Zhichao: "Be careful to keep this confidential."

Tian Yangsi: "Don't worry, there's absolutely no problem!"

After thinking for a while, Ma Zhichao made a phone call to Yang Zhen. He had been dismissed from the intelligence department, and his three children had been enrolled in a prestigious school by Ma Zhichao under several different identities. Now that Yang Zhen was basically under his control, he could entrust him with some tasks.

……

……

Night falls.

The city's hustle and bustle becomes even more frenzied under the cover of night.

Little Bond was having fun in a bar with two other second-generation French friends.

This bar, located in the most bustling area of ​​Central on Hong Kong Island, is renowned for its luxurious décor and prestigious atmosphere.

"Hey Bond, what brings you so late?" one of the young men, Oliver, greeted the other. He was wearing an expensive suit, his hair was slicked back, and his tone exuded confidence and arrogance.

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you for ages!” Another young man, Eric, said, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.

They approached the bar, surrounded by their entourage, as if they were the center of attention. Bond expertly ordered several cocktails, while Eric's gaze fell upon the beautiful woman beside him.

The atmosphere in the bar became tense with the arrival of the three second-generation Frenchmen. The music picked up, and the figures on the dance floor became even more frenzied.

They drank while flirting with the more attractive women in the bar.

In this world of extravagance and debauchery, these three second-generation lawmakers seem to be omnipotent, ordering those around them to serve them, and many dare not speak out against them.

Their arrogance and confidence made people both envious and afraid.

"Hey, you guys, don't go too far!" One of the cold-eyed young men stepped forward, causing the three second-generation law students to immediately stop what they were doing.

"Are you talking to me?" Bond frowned, trying to make his tone more forceful.

"That's right, it's you! Don't think you can do anything just because you have a little money!" the young man sneered.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to us like that?" Eric's tone was full of arrogance and domineering.

"Heh, we can do whatever we want! It's none of your business!" Bond said disdainfully, then pointed to his head, "Here, if you don't like it, give me a bottle, and I'll show you what it means to have your family destroyed!"

Family destroyed and people killed?

The young man's face tightened upon hearing this. His friend quickly pulled him back, saying, "Don't cause trouble. These people are legal professionals; they could easily kill you."

Soon, the young man was pulled away from the bar by his friends.

"嘁~~"

"waste!!"

"Ignore this trash, keep playing, keep having fun!"

The three continued their revelry at the bar, and thanks to their extravagant spending, women soon began to crowd around them.

2 hours later,

The three men, each with a woman, got into their respective cars.

Bond, with a woman by his side, was speeding down the road in his Ferrari convertible.

Boom boom boom~~~

Fueled by alcohol and the screams of beautiful women, Bond couldn't help but step on the gas, and the Ferrari accelerated continuously.

"Waaaaahhhhhh~~~"

Arrogant and unrestrained laughter echoed through the convertible sports car.

suddenly,

A figure rushed out.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered onto the windshield, leaving a shocking pool of crimson.

Chapter 149 A Deadly Scheme! (4500)

brake------

The convertible sports car screeched to a stop, leaving shocking skid marks on the road.

"I... I killed someone!"

Bond's hands trembled, and his face was pale.

Without getting out of the car, he could see a woman lying on the road, her limbs twitching, a pool of blood spreading on the ground, until finally the twitching stopped and she fell silent.

Bond quickly got out of the car and checked the woman's breathing; she was no longer breathing.

He frantically called his father.

"Dad, I hit and killed someone..."

He spoke while observing his surroundings.

It seems...it's too late now, there aren't many pedestrians on the street...

……

a few minutes ago,

villa.

At Old Bond's house.

Political Secretary Steven came to visit.

"Many thanks, Mr. Bond, for your great help in this matter."

"Haha, we're all on the same side, Minister Steve, no need to be so polite. That Ma Zhichao, he looks like the kind of unruly person we should take this opportunity to teach him a lesson and make him behave so he won't cause us any trouble in the future."

Old Bond smiled broadly, his eyes filled with disgust for Ma Zhichao.

Steven nodded, his face serious and sorrowful: "That's right, there are less than four years left, and we don't have much time left to plan. People like Ma Zhichao will obviously hinder our plans. This time, Mr. Bond has given Ma Zhichao a good demonstration of Victoria's influence in the legal world."

Old Bond smiled: "You acted too late. You're not as good as us in the legal profession. We've basically built an impregnable fortress. Even after 9* years, you won't be able to affect us."

Steven: "Our political department is already speeding up the operation, but Ma Zhichao is still a danger... so I think we should also eliminate Ma Zhichao during the operation."

As he spoke, Steven's face showed anger.

Old Bond said confidently, "Don't worry, we'll find a chance to deal with him."