Starting from floating in Hong Kong

Chapter 221
In the early morning, the Tuen Mun Pier was quiet, and one could hardly see one's fingers on the dark sea.

A fishing boat floated over slowly, with a slight shake, it docked.

Two figures stood up on the deck, glanced around the pier, jumped onto the shore vigorously, and whistled.

The door of the cabin was pushed open, and a steady stream of figures came out from inside, jumping off the boat with large and heavy backpacks on their backs.

There was a sound of metal clanging in the backpack, and a gun barrel was exposed from the unfastened zipper.

These people were all dark-skinned, with a fierce look in their expressions, looking around vigilantly.

The number of people on the pier gradually increased, there were about a dozen people, the leader made a gesture and said a few words, ready to leave here.

"Whoosh!"

A group of dark rockets dragged a long tail flame, like a meteor across the night, and hit the pier.

"Boom"

The flames of the explosion flashed, and shrapnel flew across.

"Da da da da da!"

The originally silent surroundings suddenly boiled up, and countless tongues of fire burst out from the darkness in all directions, sweeping across the docks and fishing boats repeatedly like a whip.

The water-splashing bullets splashed clouds of blood mist, easily piercing through the wood and steel hull of the fishing boat, leaving a series of huge bullet holes in the flying debris.

The attacked gunman reacted very quickly, fell to the ground at the first time, quickly took out a gun from his backpack and counterattacked all around.

Pistols and automatic rifles burst into bursts of chirping, which was mixed with the explosion of grenades.

The fierce confrontation lasted for a short time, and the ambush side seemed to have no intention of fighting, and stopped shooting after counterattacking.

The gunman who was ambushed soon also noticed something was wrong and stopped shooting.

The pier was calm again, leaving only blood and scattered bullet casings on the ground.

……

"May God bless you, Amen."

A blond-haired priest with glasses crossed his chest, said goodbye to the store with a smile, and walked to another store with a Bible in his hand.

The pastor is very humorous and can speak fluent Cantonese. After chatting with the store for a long time, he waved goodbye.

As soon as he walked out of the store, a person staggered past, his body was crooked, and he bumped into the pastor.

The priest spread out his hands, as if trying to catch the fallen man.

A smirk appeared on the face of the passer-by who fell down, he clenched the dagger tightly in his hand, and stabbed towards the pastor's liver.

The pastor tilted his body and dodged to the passerby's right side. He opened his arms and directly hugged the other person's neck. The wooden cross in his hand stabbed hard into the throat.

The passer-by trembled all over, and fell limply to the ground, gushing blood poured out from his neck.

The pastor raised his head, and saw two men with unfriendly expressions staring at him, and striding towards him while stretching their hands into their arms.

"Watfark!"

The pastor cursed, took two steps back, glanced around, and found several suspicious-looking people.

"Stop!", the pastor spread his hands, and two grenades slipped from his cuffs to his palms.

The killer who was going to surround him suddenly stopped in fright and dared not go forward again.

"Ding!"

Griphook fell to the ground, the priest sneered, and slowly retreated towards the alley next to him holding the grenade.

Frightened by the power of the grenade, the killers in the distance just watched the priest slowly walk into the alley step by step.

"A bunch of waste!" Wang Jianjun, who was standing in the distance, spat and walked to another alley.

As soon as the pastor turned the corner, he raised his hand and was about to throw the grenade out.

Suddenly a figure appeared from behind him, it was Wang Jianjun who had just disappeared, and pulled the trigger on his head.

The pastor's smile froze on his face, he let go of the grenade, and fell straight to the ground.

Looking at the grenade that fell to the ground, Wang Jianjun kicked the corpse that had not yet landed, and precisely pressed it on the grenade.

After a muffled sound, the corpse absorbed most of the blast's power and became completely unrecognizable.

After the gunshots and explosions, the terrified passers-by fled in all directions.

……

A white man in a black suit walked out of the airport, reached out and stopped a red taxi, opened the rear door and got in.

"Regent Hotel."

As soon as the white man gave the address, he was greeted by a muzzle with a silencer installed.

"Pfft!"

……

"Boom!"

There was a sudden explosion on the bustling commercial street, billowing smoke and dust enveloped a coffee shop.

A blood-stained person stumbled out of the broken shop, and several people in denim jackets appeared behind him, rushing towards him with red eyes.

"Bang bang bang!"

The injured man fired first, knocking a denim jacket to the ground.

The others still rushed up regardless, pressed the injured person to the ground, and swung their daggers to stab them indiscriminately.

When the belated assault vehicle arrived, only two bloody corpses and passers-by injured by the explosion were left on the ground.

……

Countless reporters and a large number of angry citizens surrounded the gate of the police station, making waves of protest.

As the person in charge of Group A of O Note, Zhang Wenyao and the police officers from the public relations department bit the bullet and stepped forward.

As soon as he showed up, the dense microphones hit his face.

"I would like to ask the police officer, what is the opinion of the police on Hong Kong Island in the face of frequent shootings and violent incidents?"

"Taxpayers spend so much money every year, how do you maintain law and order."

"The shooting incident that happened in the afternoon is only one street away from the police station. Why did you take 10 minutes to call the police?"

"How the hell are you doing it? You're wasting taxpayers' money!"

"I can't help thinking deeply, why the law and order on Hong Kong Island has become like this, it must be a problem with the system..."

"What countermeasures are the police station taking, and how can the safety of the market be guaranteed!"

"Sir, what are you talking about? Now that it's like this, we young and Dangerous guys don't dare to go to the streets to collect protection fees. You never know when a bullet will shoot out, and people will die!"

A cold sweat broke out on Zhang Wenyao's forehead, and he couldn't help being a little panicked and a little angry at the same time.

You ask me, who am I to ask?

Hong Kong Island was originally good, except for the occasional gold robbery shop grabbing cash trucks, blowing up a banknote printing factory, and young and Dangerous boys killing a few people on the street, the law and order was pretty good.

But recently, the number of murders has increased sharply. Even young and Dangerous Rush has used AK, and Zhang Wenyao has a bit of a head.

But this is still a small problem, at least most of it happens at night.

It's all right now, and we'll start doing it on the streets in broad daylight.

Zhang Wenyao stared at the TV camera dumbfounded, "Uh, this...the police are seriously concerned recently...they must step up their efforts...but...we still have a lot of cases in our hands."

"Citizens, friends from the media." A person from the public relations department took up the topic, "The police are also shocked by the recent frequent violent incidents, and feel very sad for the innocent citizens who were injured. Our Hong Kong Island police have been working hard to maintain The public security in the city has canceled all vacations and is on the go 24 hours a day."

"We are not shirking responsibility or complaining, but stating a fact."

"Since two months ago, the police force's budget has been cut by 50%, and the remaining money can only barely maintain operations. The fuel for assault vehicles is not enough, and only one-third of what can be dispatched before."

"Police officers now have to rely on bicycles to rush to the scene. [-]% of the police cars are damaged and have to be parked in the garage due to lack of maintenance funds."

"The police force is running out of ammunition. In the past, each police officer had [-] rounds of bullets in his revolver, but now he can only equip six rounds. We have even stopped target training."

"And this is just the tip of the iceberg. The difficulties encountered by the police force are not limited to these... Even so, the police officers still have to rush to the front line. We must maintain law and order on Hong Kong Island even with bare hands, even if we walk with our legs. And serve the citizens."

"I ask the public to give the police some tolerance and understanding, thank you."

After the people from the public relations department finished speaking, the people present were in an uproar.

Is the police force in such a mess?

What about the expenses?

What about the budget?
Where does our tax money go?
Why cut the police force's budget?
"We need to ask the Governor for clarification!"

Someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted, and then more and more people responded, and everyone also reacted.

That's right, you should ask the governor about this matter.

Soon the crowd dispersed from the gate of the police force and moved to the governor's mansion.

However, the outraged citizens were deflated at the gate of the Governor's Mansion. The gate of the Governor's Mansion was closed tightly, and the guards were armed with live ammunition and loudly warned the citizens to get out.

Not to mention that someone came out to explain, there was no one who came out to speak from the beginning to the end.

What's even more exciting is that at night, the news on the TV station was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Even the newspapers could only secretly drag out the police force to criticize, accuse Sang Huai and talk about it.

The special commissioner of the instigator did not even watch TV, let alone newspapers.

The scolding is the police force, what does it have to do with my special commissioner.

Someone is making trouble?

What are you doing, chief of police, and you haven't sent someone to suppress it? Your mother's tear gas, use it quickly.

To put it bluntly, a group of second-class citizens in overseas territories is none of my business.

He only cares about money, why don't you pay for bonds.

……

"This won't work." Qin Yi put down the newspaper, shook his head and said, "It doesn't work to shoot people every day on the street, and the ghost doesn't even bother to read it."

Sharpei frowned, touched his chin and said, "Is it not moving enough?"

"The stick didn't hit me, so I don't know it hurts." Qin Yi shook his head, "No matter how loud the movement is, it's useless. The injured are innocent citizens. See when the ghost treats people like people."

"Indeed." Everyone nodded together.

After all, Daying has a tradition, and he has never been a human being in terms of not being a human being.

"Since a full-scale attack is not advisable, let's focus on the attack." Qin Yi snapped his fingers, "Let's go and meet those killer gangsters. I'm afraid Sang Kun won't be able to handle it."

At this time, Sang Kun looked at the group of bigwigs in the industry in front of him with some headaches, and they were all slick.

This group of old guys, when they have an advantage, they go there, and when they want to gnaw their bones, they slip faster than anyone else.

"Sangkun, our gunmen recently killed three ghosts and killed five brothers." Dao Scarwei said in a deep voice, "killing ghosts is for the sake of Taoism. I don't want any bonuses, but the brothers' settling expenses Funeral expenses, you can't let me pay alone."

"That's right, Sangkun, after all, this matter was initiated by your boss, and we didn't hesitate. We took the guy and fought the ghost again and again, and the brothers will never retreat." The turkey stood up. , "But the brothers also suffered a lot of casualties. You see, I was shot. I have nothing to do with myself, but the brothers have families and mouths. What should I do if I am injured or disabled?"

"I have more than a dozen brothers, and I haven't started work for several days. I killed seven of them, and I got 70, which is too little." Fat Su said with some dissatisfaction, "Brothers also want to eat Yes, we can’t just continue spending time with ghosts like this, those ghosts are coming to Hong Kong Island in a steady stream, when will it end like this.”

Sang Kun grimaced, "Bosses, according to what you say, we just surrender and let them take the [-] million US dollars. We will all change jobs in the future, and the business on Hong Kong Island will be done by the ghosts. "

"What are you talking about? When did we say we were going to surrender!" Dao Scarwei slapped the table fiercely, "They have so many people and so many guns, what are we going to fight for! I heard that there are not only ghosts, but also Annan People, Baodao people, and the little devils from Dongying, several of them fight against our family! You fight, have you ever fought?"

"If you're afraid, just say you're afraid. What are you talking about?" Sang Kun mocked with a sneer.

"Hey, you street boy, what are you talking about?" Scar Wai was furious, "You were still wearing crotch pants when I was out messing around, and you've only been a boss for a few days, and you feel like you're pissed off. If you have the ability, go do it yourself."

"Just do it, the combined number of ghosts killed by your family is not as many as ours, what are you dragging, a bunch of waste." Sang Kun spat hard, "You guys should stop messing around, Jinpen wash your hands Just surrender."

"Lost your mother..."

Seeing that the guns were drawn on both sides, there was a tendency to strike at any disagreement.

Fatty Su hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Don't fight, don't fight!"

"Sang Kun is a junior, everyone, stop arguing." The fat man Su pulled the two of them apart, "Dao Bawei, sit down, and don't fight among yourself."

"Sangkun, we are not going to surrender, but those ghosts are all raptors across the river. Fighting recklessly is not the best policy. We should take a long-term plan and avoid the edge for the time being. Everyone hide for a while, and we will come out after they leave."

Sang Kun looked at Fat Su Su coldly, "Let's go? When will they leave? Can you guarantee that they won't stay on Hong Kong Island to find food?"

"Fat guy Su, your head is blocked by pork?" Sang Kun said sharply, "They are international killers, what are international killers, they won't work in one place, they will swallow Hong Kong Island What should I do?"

Sang Kun's words were resounding, piercing the illusion in everyone's hearts at once.

There was an awkward silence in the room, but they didn't know this.

But they still have a little illusion that those people will leave when they get the money, right?

They haven't thought about it, or dare not think about it, what will happen if these international killers don't leave?
These people are followed by a group of gunmen, it is impossible to wash their hands in a golden basin, and the money has not been made enough yet.

"We didn't say we won't fight." Turkey said aloud, "It's really a problem for the brothers. There are a lot of people to support, and one hundred thousand is too little. Can you add more?"

Sang Kun laughed angrily, after all, it was still a matter of money.

"One hundred thousand is already a lot, and the money is paid by our boss himself." Sang Kun looked at these people coldly, "Our boss paid the money for the sake of the brothers in the entire Hong Kong Island, and he only paid for one cent." No one can say anything outside of Jianghu."

"Now that you think you don't have enough money, you don't have to do it!"

Everyone was silent, looking at each other, not knowing what thoughts were turning in their hearts.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and a handsome figure stepped in.

"Who thinks there is too little money?"

(End of this chapter)