Starting from Hong Kong in 1988!

142 Prince Edward Road West, Kowloon, West Kowloon Regional Headquarters.

Major Crimes Unit.

"Jiang Sir, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau is looking for you." The newly recruited policewoman called out to Jiang Sir, who was lying in a chair with his legs on the table reading the newspaper, with a stern face.

"O-Division?" Inspector Jiang lowered his leg, frowning. "What do you want?"

"I don't know," the policewoman replied expressionlessly.

Jiang Sir was not surprised by her attitude.

This guy just graduated from police academy, and all he thinks about is fighting against organized crime to the very end.

So he's still upset about not chasing us into the walled city yesterday.

He's just a scoundrel, why take the risk? He's still too young.

Jiang Sir sighed inwardly, but said aloud, "I understand."

The policewoman left.

Jiang Sir then had time to think.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) hasn't been active for a long time. The last time they were active was because more than 100 gangsters were fighting in the streets, killing and injuring many people.

So it must be these gangsters who did something big again.

But what does it have to do with me?

It happened in my jurisdiction? Should we conduct a joint investigation?

Completely baffled by the reason, he shook his head, slumped off the chair, stretched, and slowly walked toward the O-district office.

A short while later, he returned with his face covered in spittle and a grim expression.

The officers in the office looked at each other for a moment before someone finally spoke up.

"Jiang Sir, what's wrong?"

"Damn bastard, I underestimated you." Jiang Sir cursed through gritted teeth, then threw what he was holding on the table. "See for yourself."

A police officer pulled something out of a file bag; inside, besides documents, there was a photograph.

He first looked at the photo.

Two men, one burly and strong, the other tall and thin, stood with their arms around each other's shoulders, their smiles radiant.

He put down the photo, glanced at the document, and the first line read: "Shooting four people in the street, with a terrible impact. The identities of the deceased are: He Shenglong, He Shengyuanshuai..."

"S".

The police officer gasped.

"These two are so fierce."

"He did it all by himself." Inspector Jiang pointed to the tall, thin young man in the photo. "The henchman we let go yesterday. The higher-ups told us to redeem ourselves and solve the case within three days..."

....

Mong Kok, 17K stronghold.

"How dare you come here? Don't you know you'll be offered a million-dollar bonus to have your life taken? People all over the world are looking for you now."

The man poured a cup of tea and handed it to the person opposite him who was wearing a mask and a baseball cap.

"I had no choice but to come."

Xu Guangkun took off his mask, picked up his tea and took a sip. The name Jiang Lanxin came to mind again.

He ran out of bullets and couldn't take revenge. He originally wanted to buy bullets directly in the walled city, but...

He went to several arms stores, but no matter which one he went to, the shopkeepers always asked the same question: "Did you register your purchase of bullets? Did Chairman Jiang approve it?"

Xu Guangkun finally learned the woman's identity: the top dog in the city.

But as I said before, Xu Guangkun didn't want to have any contact with that unfathomable woman, so he had no choice but to come here.

"Do you know how powerful you are now?" The man looked at him, raised a finger, "Now everyone in the underworld knows that you killed the leader of Wo Shing Wo in broad daylight. They all call you the 'Gun God of the Circle.' You're so cool and powerful."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I sold you the gun, I'm so proud of myself."

"I suggest you don't brag about selling guns, to avoid trouble." Xu Guangkun put down his teacup. "The nicknames 'Circle Boy' and 'Gun God' aren't exactly flattering either. 'Circle Boy' is an insult to me as a mainland Chinese, and 'Gun God' mocks me for only knowing how to use firearms. In short, it's meaningless."

"Hey, stop talking about that." The man waved his hand dismissively. "Even a bad reputation is better than being unknown. Besides, our gang sells so many weapons, and we can't even count the number of people who get shot every day, but I've never seen anyone dare to cause trouble."

"Fine, do as you please." Seeing that he couldn't persuade Xu Guangkun, he didn't say anything more, took out some loose bills from his pocket and handed them over, "Exchange all of them for bullets."

"Didn't I give you four magazines? You used them all in one day?"

"I didn't plan to take action yesterday. I only brought one magazine with me. The other magazines are at the place where I used to live. He Sheng should be keeping an eye on that place. I didn't dare to go back to get them."

"Alright."

The man didn't pay any attention, put away the money, and turned around to search the house. He opened drawers and moved a sofa over, muttering, "Where did it go?"

After a while, he handed over a large pile of bullets and a box the size of a computer, saying, "Take a look."

Xu Guangkun put away the bullets, opened the box, and was somewhat surprised to see what was inside.

"Desert Eagle?"

"This is some good stuff I got from those foreigners." The man patted the box. "If you want to continue your revenge, this thing is powerful and can help you, but be careful when using it, the recoil is huge."

As he spoke, he scratched his head. "You saved my life before, and I should have gone with you to seek revenge, but you know my mother is still in the hospital... I'm sorry, this is the only way I can make it up to you."

That's enough.

Xu Guangkun took out the Big Black Star gun, loaded all the bullets into both guns, stood up, and said, "I went to ask around today and found out that the money you asked me for before was only enough to buy half a gun. You must have lost a lot of money. Anyway, thank you."

The man repeated his previous statement, "You've already paid, there's no need for thanks."

"Oh, by the way, can I borrow your motorcycle?"

.....

Time flew by and it was already noon.

Xu Guangkun squatted on the curb, head down, quietly staring at the empty space in front of him.

Time: 1988.

Location: 213 Tung Choi Street, at the junction of Prince Edward and Mong Kok.

In 1988, Hong Kong was at the peak of its status as one of the Four Asian Tigers.

The economy is booming, and the stock market is euphoric.

At the same time, gangs proliferated, law and order were in disarray, and 17K, Wo Shing, and Yee On infiltrated all aspects of society.

The task at hand is as follows:

Part 1: Make a name for yourself in Hong Kong (Progress: 37%)

Second: Obtained 200 jin of gold. (Progress: 0%)

Third: Obtain the "Classic of Mountains and Seas, Central Mountains Classic"

(The more tasks you complete, the greater the rewards)

(Duration of stay: 94 days, time remaining until return: 6 days)

"37%"

Xu Guangkun glanced at the progress and inexplicably recalled the mission he had planned when he first arrived in this world.

He made 200 million yuan in three months of stock trading, then became famous worldwide, spending his money on gold and the Classic of Mountains and Seas...

He used to be very envious of this award, which could transport him to Hong Kong in 1988. The award seemed surreal.

As for now, he no longer prioritizes the mission.

If you can do it easily, great; if not, that's okay too.

He shook his head, gathering his thoughts and the screen behind him. He muttered to himself.

"Killing just one leader and a marshal has increased the price so much; what would happen if all the top executives of Hesheng were killed...?"

"Tap tap tap".

Suddenly, footsteps sounded ahead, and Xu Guangkun quickly looked over.

....