From Hong Kong Island Movies

Information is time-sensitive.

Although there are many eyeliners under them to help them monitor various places in Kowloon City, due to various reasons, it is difficult for them to obtain first-hand information in the first place.

The main reason is that the doctor is too cautious.

so far.

Nobody knows what he looks like yet.

Under the leadership of doctors, the team of doctors is also quite cautious.

When they went out to do errands, they all wore masks. Li Wenbin only knew what the rats, poisonous snakes and others looked like after seeing their corpses.

Under such circumstances, they can only provide some basic information to the eyeliner below, and let them find it according to this information.

This will inevitably lead to a large amount of wrong information, which needs to be screened at least several times before it can be passed on to them.

It is naturally difficult to guarantee the timeliness of the news after coming and going.

The officer concluded.

"In this way, if the doctor team changes positions frequently, we may always be behind each other, and it is almost impossible to find each other."

Li Wenbin frowned unconsciously.

The question is easy to understand.

The key is.

How should this problem be solved?

The best way.

Of course, the photos of the doctor team and others are passed on. Just look for people according to the picture, not to mention finding the doctors and them in minutes. At least it can greatly reduce the time and make it possible for them to catch the mouse tail of the doctor team.

But where is the photo now?

Li Wenbin looked at the officer, the officer looked at the other officer, and the other officer lowered his head, pretending he didn't see anything.

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Toss for a while.

Duan Kun finally got his painting skills out.

Painting LV 1 (0/1000)!

"System! Improve painting skills!"

One thousand wealth points disappeared.

Painting LV 2 (0/10000)!

"It's okay, it's almost enough!"

Duan Kun experienced the level of painting LV·2. Although it is not particularly ideal, it is almost enough.

Ok.

Not because he was running out of money!

Duan Kun took out a pencil and wanted to find out if there was any blank paper, but he searched all over his room but could not find any blank paper.

"Forget it, just use it!"

He took out an exercise book.

Duan Kun sat in front of the desk in the room, recalling the appearance of the doctor in his mind.

The memory is a little unclear, and I can only remember some general appearances.

Duan Kun frowned, trying to recall as many details as possible while writing and drawing in his homework book.

After a few minutes.

A middle-aged man with a square face and a gloomy complexion appeared in front of him.

"There are seven or eight points similar."

Duan Kun looked at it seriously, and finally said.

Seven or eight points are similar, but there is still some gap between this distance and his goal.

From Le Huizhen, He Min, Uncle Da, Sang Bang and others, it can be seen that although they are similar to their actors, they are only seven or eight points similar.

Two or three points are deducted here, and two or three points are deducted there, the gap is huge.

However, although he knew that the gap between the portrait and the real person might not be small, Duan Kun didn't have a better way to solve it.

It's not a technical problem, it's a memory problem.

Duan Kun only remembered so much in his memory.

Even if Duan Kun raised his painting skills to LV·5, he would only make this person more lifelike, but not make him more like himself.

Duan Kun recalled it again carefully, and slightly changed a few strokes to make him more like him.

But that's it.

For the rest, unless he can convert the picture in his mind into a high-definition version, it is impossible to make any changes.

"Should barely recognize it!"

Duan Kun looked at the portrait of the doctor.

"So be it!"

Tear!

He tore off the page directly.

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In a dark alley.

Sangbang's body has disappeared.

The blood on the ground was also cleaned up.

Only a trace of bloody smell remained in the air.

But this bloody smell is very faint, unless you smell it carefully, you can hardly smell it.

Smell carefully in the alley with trash cans... Well, your taste is very unique!

Lin Dong and others have quietly left with Sangbang's body.

in this alley.

Only Wang Hu was left.

"I don't know why Brother Kun left me? Could it be that he wanted to give me a gun?"

Wang Hu was both excited and nervous.

He's just a bad little punk.

Entering this line, the time with Lin Dong is very short.

He has heard a lot about those legends on the Tao.

Why did you take a machete and hacked from Yau Mong Kok to Tsim Sha Tsui, and from Tsim Sha Tsui to Causeway Bay, and the blood flowed like a river!

A whole prefix has been chopped off!

what?

You say this is not the way?

There is a subway!

Wang Hu has heard these stories too many times, and every time he hears them, his blood boils.

It's just that when he entered here, he found that this was not what he thought at all.

In the area of ​​Kowloon City, there is basically no room for gangsters to survive.

Or to be more precise, there is no living space for ordinary punks like them.

.........

PS: There is another chapter tonight~

Chapter 69 Cooperate with the police? (third change)

Collect protection fees?

Don't make trouble.

People will call the police!

You are a powerless little bastard, if you dare to collect protection fees, you will be taught to be a man in minutes.

Gang fighting?

They say this street is their territory, but in fact no one else wants it.

No one came to rob, how could there be gang fights?

As for grabbing other people's territory...

That would depend on the courage of their boss, Lin Dong.

These people say that they are gangsters, but in fact they usually do some deceitful things, such as thieves and liars.

What blood, passion.

It's all a lie.

Wang Hu was so disappointed that he even thought about "retiring from the circle".

until today.