This film tells the story of Song Zihao, Mark and Song Zijie, as well as the frustration, failure, repentance and revenge of the three protagonists. Mark and Hao Ge, his true friend, poked fun in the car side by side, and stepped into the sweet "Hello, Mark" from the female staff of the company.

With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the other side with a smoking finger and said, "Mark is good, it's so sweet." Then he leaned over and twisted out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, passed by the typing girl, sat leisurely on the table, took a cigarette in his mouth, and handed it to the girl. The girl glanced at him. He seemed to himself to throw away the "rose" in a boring way, and was cynical and lovely Mark. ?

I tried to quit for the last time in order to be a policeman's younger brother, and I was accidentally betrayed and imprisoned. Mark vaguely hugged the dancer's waist in the corridor, and his smile became more and more charming and fascinating. He slowly moved forward to insert the pistol into the flowerpot in every movement of the dancer. When the dancer was addicted to it, he laughed and pushed it away, holding a gun in his hands, shooting all the people who betrayed Hao Ge in beautiful movements and beautiful melodies, throwing down his double guns, holding a match in his mouth, swinging a black trench coat with his hands, and striding out calmly.

inadvertently, he was shot three times in both legs. He quickly pulled out the vase and was shot, and shot the last bullet into the other person's mouth. Dragging the bleeding leg, still holding a match in his mouth, closing his lips and disappearing at the end of the corridor. Men's tenderness, men's domineering, men's wildness and men's loyalty have made countless women in the world bow down. Obsessed with it. ? ? Hao Ge, who was released from prison three years later, < P >. Standing on the edge of the crowded overpass, I was lonely, overlooking the busy crowd. I was amazed at the moment, limped and tried to clean the window, lowered my head and picked up the tip that A Cheng threw in the ground. Poor Mark appeared in his sight, and limped out of his sight. Mark on the top floor of the high-rise building was beaten by A Cheng, whose nose was bleeding and his mouth was crooked and his eyes were swollen. Lame, he has no resistance. Before the taxi, Mark leaned feebly against the car, and Hao Ge carefully wiped the wound for him. Mark looked at Hong Kong in the moonlit night, and seemed to say to himself, "I didn't expect the night in Hong Kong to be so beautiful." He stood up and looked directly at Hao Ge. "I have been unlucky for three years, and I don't want to be timid all my life. Let's leave Hong Kong once again, which is my thing. I must take it back." Hao Ge answered him again with silence, and he turned to hold the lame leg and left sadly. The beautiful picture, sad eyes and twisted facial features make life pity, love and affection. ? He got back what he wanted and reappeared the charm of Mark in the past.

In the temple, Mark's smoke has burned to the end, and he bowed his head in silent meditation. His dignified expression foretold the impermanence of fate, impermanence of life and impermanence of fate. "Do you believe in God?" "Believe, I am God, and God is man." Mark is the God in the eyes of mortals and the creator of myth. ? The breeze in the speedboat blew Mark Lengjun's face. He was meditating, gritting his teeth and rushing back to the dock to die. He raised his gun and shot at the shore in the stormy waves. The injured Hao Ge saw Mark's agile figure, and the two of them still smiled with mutual satisfaction when they were in danger. There is no doubt that the true colors of heroes are revealed. Mark's dignified eyes and bleeding face, when he saw his seriously injured brother, got up in desperation and shot across the air. The washing and dyeing of blood and fire in the picture released all the humiliation, humiliation, resentment and dignity suffered by Mark in the three years, and recovered it bit by bit. ?

Leisurely throw away the gun in his hand, drag Ajie out and push him in front of Hao Ge, who is constantly bleeding profusely. "He is your own brother, and he has been wrong again before, and now he has paid you back with interest." He is angry and angry, and his eyes are "brothers ..." In an instant, the black blood behind Mark's head is as cheap as Ajie's face. Before Mark can finish his words, he has been riddled with holes and collapsed, with no life. The fall of Mark made countless people feel like dying, and there was no greater sorrow than the death of their hearts. Mark's eyes were closed and his face was covered with blood, which scraped people's hearts layer by layer. It was Mark's fault that careless people lived. ?

A classic of Chinese film, Mark is always in people's minds.