"Fight the fire!"

"You must save things." A thick black smoke rose from the raw material warehouse of A cargo factory, bursting out a fierce flame. Uncle Jian dampened his jacket with water, covered his mouth and nose with his jacket, and planned to rush into the warehouse.

At present, the goods in the A cargo factory are in short supply, and the finished products will be delivered to the shop the same day. The most valuable and most important thing in the factory is the leather raw materials.

The raw materials in this pile of warehouses have been in storage for less than three days and are worth more than 300,000 yuan. If they are burned out, the loss will be huge. The most important thing is that they will be out of stock for a while. As a worker, he didn't know how much loss would be due to the out of stock, but he was afraid that the factory would be gone and the brothers would break the right path.

For the current A cargo factory, 300,000 is not a big deal, but out of stock is very terrible, and it may give other merchants opportunities to enter the market. It can be said that "Yan Jiu" looked for trouble accurately, and found the terrible place in one go.

Several workers quickly grabbed Uncle Jian and shouted: "Uncle Jian, it's too dangerous! Can't go!"

"The roof is burnt through! The fire is not saved!"

The fire-fighting facilities on Hong Kong Island are outdated, and the fire hydrants and fire extinguishers equipped in the factory can only extinguish accidents in the bud. However, this fire house was deliberately set on fire, and the fire broke out so fiercely that the warehouse was already a sea of ​​flames. It can't be effectively extinguished at all.

The fire has burned like this. Now even if the fire brigade arrives, they can only take measures to cut off and wait for the combustibles in the warehouse to be consumed.

Uncle Jian suddenly turned his head under the drag of the workers, staring at them and shouted: "Mr. Zhuang gives us a livelihood. We can't watch Mr. Zhuang suffer losses! What if Mr. Zhuang does not have these leather raw materials and goes bankrupt?"

"Where are you going to find the next factory? Where can I get such a good deal, I can stand up and behave like a man?"

"Yiqi! You talk about loyalty when you stray from the door, but you don’t talk about loyalty?" Uncle Jian was a little angry, and broke away from the worker's arms: "You want to talk about loyalty when you go out! If you are a man, follow me! Fire us It can't be extinguished, at least the raw materials of Mr. Zhuang can be rescued!"

Uncle Jian put down these words, clutching his nose and mouth, and rushed into the fire. The remaining seven or eight workers looked at each other, gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, all of them rushed into the fire with Uncle Jian.

During this period of time, Uncle Jian was promoted to "chief worker" by boss Zhuang, and his status was only under the head of the factory, and he had a lot of right to speak. Director Li also knows that "Uncle Jian" is supported by the boss, and he usually respects Uncle Jian.

After observation and review, Uncle Jian accepted more than a dozen released prisoners into the factory. Those released after serving their sentences are all those who have been in jail for a long time, and when they reach middle age, they have long wanted to withdraw from the arena.

Perhaps there are still their names on the rivers and lakes, but there is no place for them in the rivers and lakes. People like them have no future in mixed clubs, and it is hard to find a job. In order to adapt to the society, they come to the A cargo factory as ordinary workers.

In terms of status, they are much different from Uncle Jian, but in terms of category, they and Uncle Jian are the same kind of people. Uncle Jian was their boss when he was in prison, and he was their benefactor when he came out. Uncle Jian's words completely aroused their blood, let them take out the hard work buried in their hearts!

Back then, facing hundreds of people's swordsmanship, what kind of fire are you afraid of now?

"Come on, brothers!"

"Get the ingredients back!"

Rolls of leather were snatched out of the warehouse, and other workers stood by, looking at them with different expressions.

Plant entrance.

A Crown car parked on the side of the road and thrust its head to the side of the road.

A dozen horses were standing by the car, and Yan Jiu was sitting on the front of the car alone, stepping on the car cover with one foot, holding a beer bottle in his hand.

Aji leaned on the car door, hiding himself in the shade of a tree, bowing his head and playing with a butterfly knife.

Of course, Yan Jiu will not do it himself when the warehouse is set on fire. He is just watching the show now, waiting for the master to come over and say hello before leaving.

"Squeak!" A black car quickly stopped. Zhuang Shikai pushed the door, got out of the car and walked towards Scarface and cursed: "Yan Jiu! You shovel! You are fatter than I thought!"

Seeing the black smoke in the sky from a distance, he knew that the fire was hopeless. Just don't rush in to check, Yan Jiu who will get off the bus first.

Yan Jiu won't give him a chance to catch people, he must have sent another wave of younger brothers to do it. However, speaking of it, he really hadn't seen Yan Jiu, but wanted to see what the new opponent looks like.

Alas, if a person passes through a lifetime, how can it be said that there are enemies? But as long as you show up a little bit, good fellow, all kinds of ghosts, ghosts and snakes will come out. One by one, I plan to step on your upper position and share the benefits.

Yan Jiu saw Zhuang Shikai walking towards him, shrugged his shoulders, drank a sip of beer, tilted his head and said, "Hey! Officer! Don't wrong me!"

"I just came to have a picnic with my men. Who knew that your factory would burn such a big fire?"

"Think about it for yourself... Have you offended anyone out there!"

He was not afraid of Zhuang Shikai’s name, but Zhuang Shikai smiled after hearing it, walked up to Yan Jiu, took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and threw it into his mouth: "Come on, Brother Nine, come and give it to me. Light a fire."

Yan Jiu leaned back quickly, and looked at it vigilantly: "You don't want to take the opportunity to fan me, do you?"

"No, no." Zhuang Shikai smiled hypocritically: "Who doesn't know that Inspector Yan is behind you..."

"I can't help you when I call the police, so how dare I slap you?"

He expected that Yan Jiu must have greeted the New Territories Police Station. Inspector Lin Gang of the New Territories Police Station, UU reading www.uukanshu. Although com is Luo Ge's person, but usually also has to show the same face.

As a factory owner, Zhuang Shikai is a policeman himself. He didn't even want to drag Yan Jiu to the police station, let alone the people from other police stations?

After all, Zhuang Shikai is weak in front of "Yan Jiu". Bilateral rivalry made him lose the police's suppression of the identity of Young and Dangerous. The battle on the road still has to be solved by the method on the road.

"It's good to know my background!" Yan Jiu saw that Zhuang Shikai was not as arrogant as the legendary arrogance. He straightened up again and looked at the other party and offered a condition: "300,000! I want to buy your A cargo factory!"

"Otherwise, I will burn your warehouse once a day!" Yan Jiu cracked the corner of his mouth, revealing his ferocious face decisively.

Zhuang Shikai took off the cigarette and threw it on the ground. He suddenly grabbed Yan Jiu's wrist, and then buckled, picking up the glass bottle in Yan Jiu's hand: "Puff!"

Yan Jiu was headshot by his glass bottle.

Zhuang Shikai looked at him and cursed without a smile: "Xian's shovel! You are so smart! Buy me a factory for 300,000 yuan!"

"Do you think I can't slap you unless you come? I don't just want to slap you! I want to blow your dog's head!"

"You TM dare to hit me!" Yan Jiu quickly pushed Zhuang Shikai away, but Zhuang Shikai stood firmly in place.

"Aji! Kill him!" Yan Jiu roared, a figure dressed in white opened the butterfly knife, turned over, and thrust the blade into Zhuang Shikai's neck.

Zhuang Shikai quickly took out his gun, and swiftly pressed his muzzle against Yan Jiu's jaw and shouted, "Come on! Come on!"

"Lose your mother! Aji stop!" Yan Jiu opened his mouth and quickly persuaded him.

A ray of light shone through Zhuang Shikai’s eyes. This time it was not the watch that was releasing the mission, but the blade against his neck...

Zhuang Shikai's hair straightened up immediately, and his expression was cold and shouted: "All Lao Tzu spread out!"