Chapter 349 Even the rich will turn into country bumpkins after seeing this.
Ah Keung from Kowloon Walled City is in his forties and served in the J Team when he was young.
After retiring, he lost several good jobs due to his own reasons. He has a very quick temper and is also brave and combative.
He frequently gets into fights and trouble, and because he has some skills, most small thugs and gangs don't dare to mess with him.
He was not well-off on the streets and didn't earn much money. Later, through a friend's introduction, he got a job at a finance company.
Ostensibly a finance company, it's actually a loan sharking operation that helps collect debts. They get a 5% commission for every penny they collect.
He is ruthless, and anyone who has been pursued by him suffers untold pain.
A few years later, he had saved up some money and was living a good life. He also married the woman he often went to for massages.
People who were originally ruthless become much more restrained after marriage, which is actually what they mean by accumulating more good karma for their descendants.
Whether he's accumulating good karma or not, I don't know, but this year, A-Qiang feels his health is deteriorating day by day, and he even has pain all over his body, especially his back.
I went to the hospital and waited in line for a checkup. The results showed that I had nerve cancer, and it had even metastasized a bit.
Other cancers can at least be treated by surgically removing the affected area.
But there was no way to remove it, and his death was sealed from the moment it was discovered.
In addition, the cancer cells metastasized to the lungs, causing constant, electric shock-like pain along the posterior wall of the nerve plexus.
The painkillers prescribed by the doctor didn't work, and I had to take Demerol to feel a little better.
Of course, as a gangster who frequented Kowloon Walled City, he was able to obtain a lot of illegal drugs similar to morphine, and these drugs were much more effective than morphine.
If he was feeling better, he wasn't afraid when people came to his door.
Zhenlian Gang is a small to medium-sized gang with over a hundred members.
Ah Qiang was ambushed by Zhenlian Gang's top leader and his men.
The mission is simple: take out one person.
We don't know who it is yet, but Ah Qiang really doesn't want to do it! He will peacefully spend his last few days with his family.
The child is still young, and the wife is still somewhat attractive; at least he can support himself if he goes back to his old profession.
He just wanted to leave some virtue for his child, which is why he pleaded so earnestly. Someone like him, who is already terminally ill, is really not suitable for killing people.
But if you have weapons, that makes things easier. Just find an ambush point and launch a surprise attack.
A-Qiang was forced into a corner. A-Hu threatened him with his wife and children. If he really didn't do it, he believed A-Hu was capable of doing it.
"I, I cough cough. I need cash, pay first," Ah Qiang said, panting after coughing for a while.
"Same as always, half upfront, the other half after it's done." With that, Ah Hu waved his hand, and someone brought him a bag. Inside were rolls of thousand-yuan bills, bound together with rubber bands.
You don't need to count; you can roughly tell how many there are just by looking.
Then he saw a photo in the bag. When he took it out, he felt that it looked familiar.
“He’s entertaining important guests these days, so it’s not convenient for him to make a move. I’ll give you the information and the items at the right time. Then you can make your move when the opportunity arises,” said the top male prostitute, Ah Hu, before turning and leaving.
The last member who followed Ah Hu tossed Ah Qiang a pager.
"As soon as the BB alarm rings, call back immediately." After leaving these words, A-Qiang watched the people leave.
His body ached again, and he knew he couldn't get another injection of No. 4 today.
I endured the pain and returned home.
His wife was working outside, and his child hadn't come home from school yet. He was home alone for the time being.
He put the money on the table and went to lie down on the sofa for a while. The pain in his back made him not want to move, and his last bit of strength was fighting against the pain, leaving him powerless.
He lay down in a comfortable position on the sofa, panting heavily, waiting for the right time to get his injection.
In a daze, he remembered the photo in the money bag and already knew who he was going to kill.
When his wife returned with the children, she saw A-Qiang lying down, but didn't say anything. She prepared to change her clothes and then cook for the children.
"Ah Zhen, come here, I have something to say." Ah Qiang said to his wife, who was changing clothes, despite the pain in his body.
His wife turned to look at him and saw him point to the money bag on the table.
After walking over and opening it, he anxiously asked, "Where did you come from?"
“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t saved anything for you. You can take the kids and leave Hong Kong. Go anywhere you want,” Ah-Qiang said.
"Have you done something bad again? I've told you before! You need to have some decency. The more you do this, the worse you'll get us!" A-Qiang's wife said, tears streaming down her face.
"Think about where to go and leave as soon as possible. That's all I can do." Ah Qiang was too exhausted to explain anything further.
After saying that, he turned his head slightly away from looking at his wife's tearful face.
Two days later, the two containers had cleared customs.
Xing Baohua had someone transport the goods over.
They were guarding a group of people from a desert country when they opened the shipping container.
Wow, this is dazzling enough to blind these nouveau riche.
Under the sunlight, it shimmered with a golden light, leaving everyone around it dumbfounded.
Who has ever seen a sports car made entirely of gold?
Even the rich and powerful look like country bumpkins in comparison; this is what real face is! Alwaleed rubbed his hands together with joy, his excitement beyond words.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the surrounding reporters began to squander Lin Fei as if she were free.
Take photos from various angles and perspectives.
Despite Xing Baohua's passion for cars, he has rarely seen the different models. There was a photo of him with a sports car, but it didn't really capture the three-dimensional feeling.
A single flat surface didn't have a profound impact on the general public, but things are different now. At least people can clearly see what a sports car looks like.
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