Chapter 630: 616 Fat Peng: Five-Star Group is too strong, causing me to become

The news from Hong Kong blew to the Imperial Capital like the wind, blowing the high-level officials.

Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, Institute of Modern History.

At the end of a dense forest path, a building stood.

On the third floor, in an office of about 25 square meters, there are 5 desks, and the three walls of bookshelves are full of books.

Sunlight passes through the slightly old curtains, sprinkling on the desks full of books and materials.

Professor Liu Kuan, with a thin face, although he is over sixty years old, his eyes are still full of the focus unique to scholars.

At this moment, he is sitting at a desk, wearing reading glasses, carefully flipping through a copy of "British Foreign Office Declassified Documents" mailed from the UK, recording from time to time with a pen in his notebook.

He is the founder of Hong Kong history research, and in the 1980s, he presided over the key project of the National Social Science Fund "Hong Kong History Research."

And another desk,

Professor Yu Wu, also immersed in work. He was born in Yangzhou, Jiangsu, and the years carved deep and shallow wrinkles on his face. His hair is mostly gray, but his temperament is elegant, showing the demeanor of a scholar.

He is Professor Liu Kuan's research partner.

Now they are leading a group to study Hong Kong history, which is also their long-term task.

"Ling ling ling~~~~"

Suddenly, the phone ringing on the desk rang abruptly.

Professor Liu Kuan put down the file in his hand and reached out to answer the phone.

After a few short exchanges, he hung up the phone and said to Professor Yu Wu:

"The leader asked us to go to his office."

The two organized their clothes, walked out of the office building quickly, along the forest path, and all the way to another building, the leader's office.

"Knock knock~~~"

"Come in."

The two pushed the door and walked in.

"You're here." The leader stood up from behind the desk, smiling and greeting them to sit down.

After the two sat down, the leader personally brewed two cups of tea for them, the heat rose, and the tea fragrance instantly filled the office.

"Leader, what's the matter with finding us?"

The leader's expression was serious: "Today I called you here to talk about Hong Kong..."

"A call came from above, Hong Kong wants to invite domestic Hong Kong history research experts to Hong Kong to re-sort out Hong Kong history..."

The leader talked about the chaos of Hong Kong history research.

"Wrong historical view will cause great misleading to Hong Kong people, especially teenagers, regarding their historical cognition."

"So this task is very important."

Professor Liu Kuan was surprised: "Leader, I'm afraid it won't work... In 1980, I went to Hong Kong, but there were many restrictions there, and they didn't allow us to carry out comprehensive research at all."

The leader nodded and said: "It was indeed like that before, but the situation is different now."

"In Hong Kong, there is a powerful patriotic enterprise that will help us block the difficulties of the Hong Kong British government..."

Professor Liu Kuan and Professor Yu Wu looked at each other.

Which enterprise is so powerful?

Daring to go hard against the Hong Kong British government?

"Two!"

The leader's voice was serious:

"Now the organization has given you an important task!"

Professor Liu Kuan and Yu Wu were solemn, straightening their bodies.

"Give you half a month to gather scholars from all over the country who have research on Hong Kong history, gather a professional team to go to Hong Kong, re-sort out and write the modern history of Hong Kong, especially to focus on exposing the truth of British colonial rule and restore the original appearance of history."

"This is of great significance to enhancing the sense of national identity and belonging of Hong Kong people!"

Professor Liu Kuan and Professor Yu Wu felt the weight in the leader's words, and a sense of mission surged in their hearts.

They said solemnly in unison:

"Please rest assured, leader!"

"We will definitely do our best to complete the task!"

In the next week, research institutes of history all over the country, especially in Guangdong,

For example, Professor Huang Zhen, whose research scope is mainly modern history, revolutionary history, party history, Guangdong revolutionary history, etc., once participated in writing "Hong Kong History Talks"...

Received calls from the Imperial Capital one after another, and boarded planes one after another, flying to the Imperial Capital.

Then it was a meeting...

"Go to Hong Kong?"

"They will block it, right?"

"The Hong Kong British government cannot sit idly by and watch us expose the truth."

"You can rest assured about this, there are people in Hong Kong who can help settle it."

"Will there be danger?"

"If there is danger, the country will not let us go, you can rest assured."

"If there is danger, don't we go? If the country is determined to do it, what if we fight for this life?"

Half a month later,

A historical research team came from the Imperial Capital and arrived in Hong Kong.

Then Xinhua News Agency received them.

Finally, with the help of the Five-Star Group, they started working, searching for materials, interviewing old residents, museums...

At this time, they understood the power of the Five-Star Group. Originally, they were worried about being made difficult by the Hong Kong British government, but there was none at all.

Victoria Peak.

Fat Peng took his wife and three daughters to climb the mountain, panting, and finally climbed to the top after more than half an hour.

The weather was good today, it rained in the morning, and the afternoon was covered with dark clouds, blocking the sun.

The weather was quite cool.

So he came to climb the mountain.

Arriving at the top of the mountain, looking out over Central, Victoria Harbour, Kowloon, and the mountains opposite Lion Rock...

It makes people feel refreshed.

Beautiful!

"Ling ling ling~~~"

Secretary Cain's phone rang, and he talked for about a minute.

After Cain hung up the phone, he reported to Fat Peng:

"Just now, the Political Department sent news..."

"Three days ago, a group of history experts from the East were doing modern history research in Hong Kong, especially the Opium War, 'Treaty of Nanking,' Dongjiang Column..."

"And the leader is the Five-Star Group."

"Officer Riley asked, should we stop it?"

Fat Peng rolled his eyes: "You already said it's the Five-Star Group leading it... If the Political Department wants to stop it, let them go, anyway, my Governor's House doesn't get involved."

Why did Fat Peng come to climb the mountain today?

Isn't it because there is nothing to do!

Why is there nothing to do? Isn't it because too many conspiracies and tricks cannot be displayed.

Making him so bored.

Forgive me, Prime Minister.

It's not that I'm not working hard, it's really that the Five-Star is too powerful.

Five-Star Gun Club.

Top floor, practical shooting venue.

"Bang bang bang~~~~"

At this time, gunshots kept ringing,

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu and Xu Zhengyang were conducting an IPSC practical shooting competition.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu rushed through various obstacles like a cheetah, and every time the muzzle pointed accurately at the target in the simulated street scene not far away.

Every time the trigger was pulled, the gun body recoiled slightly, but it did not affect him to quickly reset for the next shot.

The bullets hit the target accurately one after another, raising a piece of target paper debris.

Soon, it was Xu Zhengyang's turn.

Following the referee's order, Xu Zhengyang rushed out, agile, crossed obstacles, and shot accurately one after another...

His shooting style was completely different from Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu's, every shot was steady and powerful, carrying a kind of old-fashionedness that had been on the battlefield for a long time.

Soon, the shooting ended, and the electronic screen jumped out the result.

Finally, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu won.

Xu Zhengyang looked at Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu resentfully,

Can't beat him in fighting.

Can't win in shooting.

Inner monologue: Am I protecting you, or are you protecting me!

Feel like I'm a waste!

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu won, happy, but now the weather is too hot, standing on this roof, sweat soaked his clothes.

"Go take a shower..."

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu and Xu Zhengyang went to the shower room to take a shower.

Soon, Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu changed his clothes and came out, suddenly seeing Peng Yixing.

I saw the gun club coach Peng Yixing, holding a chicken, walking into the shooting range.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu: "???"

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu followed Peng Yixing to the shooting venue.

Peng Yixing came to a remote shooting range, pulled away the target, and then hung the chicken on it.

Load.

Ka ka ka~~~

Aiming at that chicken,

Peng Yixing hesitated a bit.

Just at this time,

"Do you really want to pull that trigger?"

A voice came from behind him, Peng Yixing's heart shook, put down the gun, suppressed the panic in his heart, and turned to look at Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu.

"You have to know, once you pull the trigger, it's equivalent to opening a valve."

"Although it is a dead chicken... but it is a target with a body after all."

"When you experience that feeling of shooting at a living thing for the first time, you are likely to want to find the same stimulation more and more, wanting to shoot at a living thing again."

"This is not ordinary shooting, do you really want to take this step?"

"I..."

Peng Yixing was silent for a few seconds, couldn't squeeze out two words, his voice carried a trace of trembling.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu knew Peng Yixing's illness.

Asperger's syndrome—extreme paranoia and love for guns!

But what is a gun?

It's not a shooting toy!

It's a murder tool!

Although Peng Yixing has been the IPSC practical shooting champion for several consecutive years, that is only a target champion.

So Peng Yixing felt more and more boring, the deeper he loved, the greater the paranoia.

He expected a higher step—real shooting!

And now, this is the key point from the shooting range to real shooting.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu felt that Peng Yixing couldn't suppress this paranoia.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu patted his shoulder: "Think clearly, if you really can't help it, come find me. Perhaps I have a way to help you."

From the perspective of the movie, he is an out-of-control murderer, stimulated by the police many times, without correct guidance, and finally went crazy.

But after correct guidance, he can completely become an excellent killer.

In Hong Kong, he is not suitable.

But in the United States... isn't this a fish entering the sea? It's like returning home.

Peng Yixing's eyes shone: "Mr. Guan, do you have a way?"

Eyes bright.

He was almost driven crazy by his own paranoia.

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu looked holy: "Go to the United States... there are too many sinful people there, perhaps God also needs an angel like you to help him cleanse the sins of the world."

Peng Yixing's face froze,

"???"

Wait, let me go kill people?

No,

I just wanted to kill a chicken, you stopped me, and then persuaded me to go kill people?

How are you more extreme than me?!

Director Director Director Guan Zu Zu saw Xu Zhengyang coming, patted his shoulder: "Think it over and come find me..."

Said goodbye to Peng Yixing, and took Xu Zhengyang away from the gun club.

Peng Yixing stood in place, the thoughts in his heart becoming stronger and stronger.

That's right, since I can't control it, why control it?

Not long after,

A rich businessman came.

"Wow~~~ Peng sir, you brought a chicken? I just said, chicken is much more refreshing than a target..."

The rich businessman also carried a chicken, preparing to hang it on the target.

It was this rich businessman who brought a chicken to shoot one day, which opened Peng Yixing's crazy path.

"Look at me, I also brought a chicken."

"This is called stimulation!"

Peng Yixing looked at the center of his eyebrows, as if treating him as a target, his eyes empty and gloomy: "What's good about killing a chicken? If you want to kill, kill a person!"

Rich businessman: "!!!"

At this moment, he felt his forehead was cold, as if he was about to be shot in the head by the person in front of him at any time.

"Ah~~~"

The rich businessman threw away the chicken in fright and fled in a panic.

I'm not learning to shoot anymore, I'm not learning to shoot anymore!

This person is a pervert!

Ukraine,

Black Sea Shipyard.

The sea breeze carried a salty and wet breath, wantonly shuttling through the entire shipyard,

Ships, either brand new or old and rusty, or unfinished skeletons, stood silently.

Originally, this was one of the largest and busiest shipyards in the Soviet Union.

And now, with the collapse of the Soviet Union, it gradually became depressed, with few workers left, only some seabirds gradually increasing...

Yuri and his uncle the general stood side by side, their eyes scanning these steel behemoths from time to time.

The general was still wearing a straight military uniform, and the medals on his chest shone in the sun.

Yuri was in a well-tailored suit, looking out of place in this dilapidated shipyard, with a signature smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, look at these ships, they are all treasures, sell them, we can earn a lot of money..."

Yuri's tone was full of eager desire for wealth.

Uncle General laughed: "This requires you to help more... these things are scrap iron here, if they can be sold, our people can live a good life..."

"Yes, let the people live a good life!" Yuri chuckled, took out a check from his suit inner pocket, and stuffed it into the general's hand, "Uncle, this matter is hard for you..."

The general took the envelope, looked at the amount, a trace of satisfaction flashed on his face, and quickly stuffed it into the inner pocket of his military uniform,

"Tell me, which one do you want?"

"I want this one... this one... this one... and this one..."

"No problem, how much money are you paying?"

The two started bargaining, and soon settled on a price that both sides could accept.

"Deal!" Yuri reached out and shook hands with Uncle General, his face full of the joy of victory.

"Happy cooperation."

Yuri snapped his fingers, and his men immediately moved a box of vodka. He

unscrewed a bottle, drank a big gulp, and handed the wine bottle to the general,

"Uncle, celebrate that we made another big deal!"

The general took the wine bottle, didn't be polite, drank a big gulp, and laughed loudly:

"Haha, get rich together!!"

Under the influence of alcohol, his cheeks were red, and his laughter became more and more hearty.

One day later,

At this time, the crew arranged by Yuri boarded one of the supply ships, which was considered a relatively good ship.

As the low roar of the engine sounded, the ship slowly sailed away from the port.

Other ships still need some modification before they can leave. Of course, they won't be painted and refurbished, because the more broken, the less likely they will be intercepted by the vampires in the United States and Europe.

Next, this ship will enter the Mediterranean, then enter the Suez Canal, enter the Indian Ocean, Malacca, and finally arrive in Hong Kong.

The whole process takes 30 days and passes through various checkpoints.

Without certain connections, this trip would not be possible at all.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 631 =====