"Ajian, did you make a mistake? Let him shoot me?!" Lei Luo pointed at the "Sharpshooter" Revolver with a surprised look on his face and said to Shi Zhijian.

Shi Zhijian looked around: "Brother Luo, keep your voice down, this is a secret!"

"What a secret! You want to shoot me and ask me to keep it secret for you? Besides, this is the principal's office of Wong Chuk Hang Police School. No one dares to come in without my order!"

"I just made it clear to you that this is a trick! As long as he shoots you, he will arouse public sympathy and defeat that devil Smith to get a seat in the parliament!" Shi Zhijian explained.

Lei Luo rolled his eyes, "But this cruel trick is too sinister! Ajian, it's not that I'm timid. I've never seen any dangerous situations in my life, but you... can't be a child's play!"

"Of course it's not a child's play. I personally invited him from Macau. His marksmanship is very accurate!"

"How accurate is it?"

"Ask him!"

"How accurate are you?" Lei Luo asked Revolver.

Revolver scratched his head: "About 70% to 80%!"

"Seventy or eighty percent?" Lei Luo's eyes widened, "What about the remaining two to three percent?"

Revolver sneered: "Of course it missed!"

Lei Luo: "You miss the target and still laugh?"

Revolver shrugged: "There's no other way. At worst, I'll help them burn Yuanbao candles during the Qingming Festival!"

Lei Luo wanted to kick the revolver to death, so he turned around and said to Shi Zhijian: "Ajian, I don't think it's safe!"

Shi Zhijian spread his hands: "Then what else can you do?"

Lei Luo held his chin, thought for a moment, clapped his hands suddenly and said, "I have a solution!"

"What can I do?"

"Let him shoot you!"

"Shoot me?" Shi Zhijian pointed at his nose.

"Yes, when I was giving a speech, a sudden riot broke out. You bravely stood in front of me and asked him to force you to shoot you! Then, as your boss, what should I do? Of course I must avenge you.

Just like in the movie, you were lying in the hospital pretending to be dead, and I ran out with righteous indignation to gather the people, rise up, and kill those ghost guys! They had no choice but to elect me as a congressman. You see, my idea has a beginning and a tail.

From the front to the back, it’s so uneven! Isn’t it beautiful?”

Shi Zhijian nodded: "Liang - Liang, you big-headed ghost! Do you think those ghost guys are fools? Do you think those media reporters have water in their heads? It's okay for me to be shot on your behalf. Even if I really die, I won't.

No problem, let me, Shi Zhijian, stab you Lei Luoyi and Bo Yuntian at both sides——"

"Ajian, why do I think you are praising yourself in disguise?"

"We'll talk about this later, let's talk about the main point! The point is, I can't represent you, and the people's sympathy can't reach that passionate standard! In one sentence, it's useless!"

Lei Luo was troubled, and began to hold his chin in thought again, and suddenly snapped his fingers: "Yes, I have another idea, can't you see it?"

"What's your idea?"

"As for acting, it doesn't have to be so real! Let him shoot me with a real gun. If his skills are too poor or he loses focus while shooting me, then I will be in trouble! For safety reasons, we can use special effects from the movie instead.

!I know that in the Gui Lao movie, blood bags are installed in the gun battles - I stuffed the blood bags and exploded when the time comes, how pretty?!"

Shi Zhijian smiled: "Please, boss, don't play with me anymore! We are going to the hospital by then. Do you want the doctor to check your blood bag? By then, the whole of Hong Kong will know that Brother Luo, you are a great actor! Even if we bribe the doctor

, where are those ghost guys from Smith? Aren’t they going to pursue it? As long as it is a fraud, sooner or later it will be revealed that it is bankrupt. When the time comes, you will be finished, I will be finished, and we will all be finished together!”

When Lei Luo heard this, he looked confused: "Do you mean I have to let this guy shoot me?"

Revolver coughed next to him: "Brother Luo, I respect you so much! In addition, I have a name. My name is Revolver. You can also call me Revolver! I am not called Pulu, the one who is shot by me is the one who is shot.

Hit the street!"

Lei Luo got angry and pointed at Revolver's nose: "What do you mean? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"No, no, no!" Revolver waved his hands hurriedly, "I just want to show my backbone in front of Brother Luo! I heard from people that Brother Luo likes people with backbone!"

Lei Luo was still angry, but Shi Zhijian pulled him aside: "Brother Luo, if it were me, I would definitely be polite to him now!"

"Why?"

"For him not to miss!"

Lei Luo was covered in cold sweat and immediately walked over and took Revolver's hand: "To be honest, I was testing you just now! I like people with backbone very much! I'm optimistic about you!"

Zuolin laughed: "Thank you, Brother Luo, for your praise! You have always been my idol!"

Lei Luo breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Shi Zhijian: "Is this the only way?"

Shi Zhijian comforted him: "Brother Luo, don't worry, I have arranged everything!"

While talking, Shi Zhijian walked aside and took out a bag, "Brother Luo, what do you think this is?"

"What the hell?" Lei Luo saw Shi Zhijian taking out a vest from the bag!

"Bulletproof vest!" Shi Zhijian said, "I got this specially from the Americans - the LV of bulletproof vests!"

"LV in body armor? What is that?"

"It's still body armor!"

Lei Luo rolled his eyes: "Ajian, are you deceiving me?"

Lei Luo learned the word "fool" from Shi Zhijian, as well as "scumbag" and so on. For Lei Luo, Shi Zhijian was a new walking dictionary.

"How could it be? I'm of the same mind as you! Come on, put it on and let me see if it looks good or not?" Shi Zhijian handed the body armor to Lei Luo.

Lei Luo put it on with a frown on his face.

Shi Zhijian held his chin and marveled at him: "Brother Luo is really a handsome guy, and he looks stylish no matter what he wears!"

Lei Luo was miserable: "But why do I feel like a target?"

"You're under too much pressure! Relax!" Shi Zhijian said, "Look, look at you now. Basically, your vital parts are protected by bulletproof vests. When the time comes, let the revolver shoot your arm or shoulder, as long as there is blood.

good!"

Lei Luo frowned: "There is no blood, just scrape the skin, is it OK?"

At this time, he saw the revolver making vigorous gestures with Lei Luo's upper body.

"What are you doing?" Lei Luo asked him.

"Oh, I'm planning on shooting you somewhere?"

Lei Luo gasped and turned around to ask Shi Zhijian: "Ajian, do you have a bulletproof helmet?"

"Do you think there's going to be a war? Will you be able to drive a tank?"

"have to!"

"I need your head! Remember, you are my brother Luo, you are not afraid of death!"

"I'm not afraid of death! But I must die well!"

"Don't worry, even if you die, you will rest in peace!"

"Then do I still have a choice?"

"What do you think?"

"No choice!"

Gu Chu

"Correct answer! Come on, turn around and let me see how handsome you are, Brother Luo, wearing a bulletproof vest?!"

…

Near Sir Bailiqu Villa.

"Damn it! I hate this windy weather! I especially don't like the bleak fallen leaves and the swirling dust!" Ghost Smith, director of the Land Bureau, struggled to get off the rickshaw with a big belly.

Unlike other ghosts, Smith especially likes riding rickshaws in Hong Kong, not because he is "environmentally friendly", but because he feels that riding in a rickshaw can show his superiority! Also, watching the humble rickshaw drivers in front of them desperately

When pulling a car, he will feel an inexplicable excitement deep in his heart!

Smith is a classic racist!

He looks down on the Chinese! He thinks that Hong Kong is a colony of the British Empire, so the Chinese are a lowly race in his eyes, especially these rickshaw drivers, the humblest old scalpers who deserve to be flattered by him!

Smith got out of the car, took out his wallet from his pocket, arrogantly took out a ten-dollar Hong Kong dollar bill with his fingers, and threw it casually!

"This is the fare for the car, and more is a reward!" Smith said.

A gust of wind blew away the Hong Kong dollar!

The rickshaw driver hurriedly chased after him. After catching up, he bent down to pick it up, then turned towards Smith and bowed to thank him!

Smith sneered. This is how humble people are. If you give them a little sweetness, they will kowtow to you...

Smith straightened his windbreaker and walked towards Sir Bailiqu's mansion with his bloated body in hand.

Arriving at the gate, Smith explained his purpose to the gatekeeper and was quickly welcomed in.

The ghost butler wore a tuxedo and raised his chin to welcome him out.
To be continued...