Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0489 Wan Chai Gun God
The car drove along Jackson Road, turned into Tim Mei Road, then drove into Admiralty Road, turned right into Queen's Road East, and finally entered Shan Kwong Road and stopped not far from the Indian Temple.
Click, the woman took out a Zippo lighter and lit the cigarette in her mouth.
He took a deep breath, then turned around and slowly blew the smoke onto Jiang Wenwei's face, "Mr. Jiang, someone paid me to investigate you. I spent some time investigating you thoroughly . Now, I know all your information.
The employer behind me seems to hate you very much. If I hand over the results of the investigation, do you think he will find dozens of people to patronize your mother every day?
What do you think he will do with the stocks you bought with the bank’s money?
Do you think he will hand over the photos I took yesterday to the police?"
When Jiang Wenwei heard the woman talking about his mother, his expression changed. Although he didn't want outsiders to know that he had a mother who was a prostitute since he was a child, it didn't mean that he had no feelings for his mother.
In fact, he has deep feelings for his mother.
When the woman talked about her mother, Jiang Wenwei's murderous intent was already aroused. When she mentioned the photo, his murderous intent became even stronger, and the corner of his eyes swept over the wakizashi again.
"Since you come to me, you must want to make a deal. Tell me, how much do you want?" Jiang Wenwei said.
"I don't want much." The woman blew out another smoke ring, smiled and said, "I know you don't have much assets, so I won't covet your things. You just need to hand over those stocks."
"Dream on." Jiang Wenwei sneered in his stomach.
Jiang Wenwei thought of many ways and finally used the five million he had to buy stocks. The value of the stocks he held is now close to 20 million. As long as he holds on to them for a while and cashes out at a high price, he will have tens of millions of funds. This is his first pot of gold in life, and he will enter a new era.
Getting him to hand over the stocks is harder than asking for his life.
Born in such a family with a mother who was a prostitute, Jiang Wenwei, who had a strong inferiority complex, had a very strong desire for success. He would give anything for success.
Now that he could see success coming towards him, the woman in front of him wanted to take it away and even insult his mother. He had to kill her, he must kill her.
"Give me some time, I can give you 1 million." Jiang Wenwei said with a cold face.
The woman looked at Jiang Wenwei's face and said playfully, "Mr. Jiang, do you take me for a fool? Do you think I don't know how much the stocks you hold are worth?"
"Two million."
"It looks like there's nothing to talk about. Okay, I'd better hand over the investigation report and photos to my employer." The woman said, stretching out her left hand to turn the car key to start the car, and then her hand reached for the gear lever between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.
At this moment, Jiang Wenwei twisted his waist and grabbed the Wakizashi scabbard on the armrest box with his right hand. His left hand instantly followed up and grasped the Wakizashi handle. With a pull of his right hand, the scabbard was pulled out, and the terrifying cold light on the blade caught his eyes.
Just as the tip of the knife was about to pierce her neck, the woman's body tilted to the right, and she quickly opened the car door with her right hand, and her body fell out of the car. Then, with a kick of her right foot, she jumped out of the car and collapsed on the ground.
The woman's face turned pale, her lower body felt hot, and yellow liquid burst out. Her lips trembled, and she wanted to shout "Help" but couldn't.
On a rooftop not far away, someone looked through a telescope at the woman's face, then at the pool of yellow liquid on the ground, muttering, "She's really reckless, but her acting is too exaggerated."
At the same time, a paparazzi walked into the Wan Chai Police Station, went straight to a reception desk, and said to the police officer sitting there: "I want to report a case."
Jiang Wenwei saw that the woman was already outside the car. He first glanced at the steering wheel, then looked forward through the windshield, and then looked out of the window. After a struggle between his conscience and his desires, his eyes fixed, and he leaned forward on the driver's seat and crawled directly out of the car.
The woman lying on the ground saw Jiang Wenwei crawling towards her, and she kicked her feet on the ground and moved her back on the ground, trying desperately to retreat backwards.
But due to the presence of the yellow liquid, her feet kept slipping, and by the time the knife in Jiang Wenwei's hand had already protruded from the car body, she had only moved back less than 20 centimeters.
Looking at Jiang Wenwei getting closer and closer to her, the woman bit her lips to stop them from trembling, then opened her mouth wide and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Help! Someone is killing me! Help me!"
Hearing the woman's shouting, Jiang Wenwei, whose eyes were already red, kicked his feet on the driver's seat and jumped out of the car. The shining blade flashed and stabbed straight into the woman's chest.
"Police officer, put down the knife!"
"Put the knife down or I'm going to shoot."
At this time, the blade was less than 0.0003 kilometers away from the woman's chest. Jiang Wenwei was in the air. He was neither a special forces soldier nor an acrobat. He had no ability to twist his body in the air. In addition, when he heard the policeman's shouting, his mind went blank.
Bang!
Fire came out of the muzzle and a .38 rifle flew out of the barrel. It flew seven meters in a negligible amount of time. The bullet penetrated Jiang Wenwei's right temple, splashing a red and white mixture, and came out from the auricle with a piece of skull fragments.
The impact of the bullet caused Jiang Wenwei's body to tilt slightly to the left and also slightly slowed down the speed of his descent. The woman on the ground might have had a flash of inspiration, and she stretched out her hands to hold Jiang Wenwei's right shoulder and collarbone.
At this time, the blade of the wakizashi knife in Jiang Wenwei's hand was only -0.1 cm away from her chest. Her clothes had been pierced and the blade had already penetrated into her clothes.
The woman took a deep breath and thankfully said, "Fortunately, fortunately, I wore thicker underwear today."
Sir Lin Jiahua, who had just fired the gun, was trembling there. He didn't understand why he was so unlucky. It was clearly his last day of patrol and he would soon no longer be a police officer. But why did he win the jackpot?
Why?
Why is that?
Lin Jiahua turned his gun tip, looked at the barrel that was still steaming, and smelled the gunpowder that had not yet dissipated. He felt that he must go and pay his respects to Guan Erye later.
"Jia Zai, don't just stand there, go and see how that woman is doing." Uncle Quan, Lin Jiahua's partner, a good-natured man who will basically work in the street patrol position until retirement, reminded .
"Okay, Uncle Quan."
Lin Jiahua came to his senses and agreed, put the gun back into his holster, held down his hat with one hand, and trotted towards the woman lying on the ground.
In the hotel, Nan Yi hung up the phone and typed the four big bold characters "Wan Chai Gun God" on the keyboard. Then he typed out a series of key points, such as contacting the Public Relations Department of the Royal Hong Kong Police, the role of the police must be great and glorious, and the script must be submitted to the Public Relations Department for review after it is finalized, etc.
The male lead of "Wan Chai Gunslinger" will be played by Ella Lin, who has already submitted her resignation and is about to devote herself to the film and television industry. I wonder if actress Ella Lin will have a chance to compete for the Best Actor at next year's Academy Awards.
She plays herself, so no one would dare to say that Ella Lin’s acting is bad, right?
After printing out the contents of the document, Nan Yi took the Walkman placed aside, pressed the fast-forward button to make the tape rotate quickly, and then pressed the play button, and a melodious song "Highland Cathedral" played by Scottish bagpipes sounded.
