Hong Kong General: I am the leader of Hongxing, I just want to make money

Chapter 110: This world is crazy. The Commissioner of Police leads the Young and Dangerous Army to encircle the Flying Tigers and MI
Zeng Xiangrong hurried to the command center, where a tense and busy atmosphere permeated. The spacious space was filled with various advanced electronic equipment, and the huge display screen flashed monitoring images and data charts of different areas. Rows of computers were neatly placed, and the sound of keyboard tapping and the buzzing of communication equipment were intertwined, giving people a sense of seriousness and efficiency.

Zeng Xiangrong hadn't even sat down when the phone rang urgently. He grabbed the receiver and heard the gangster's arrogant voice: "Is Director Zeng here? I only want to talk to Director Zeng."

"I am"

"How much is a police car, five police officers, and the equipment in the car worth?"

Zeng Xiangrong frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Don't you want 50 million?"

"I've changed my mind. We have to do it now, otherwise the lives of five police officers will be in danger." The gangster's tone was full of threats.

Zeng Xiangrong calculated quickly and gave the answer after a moment: "A total of 45 million."

"Director Zeng has done a good job. Let the vault prepare the money. I will notify you of the specific location later." After saying this, the other party hung up the phone mercilessly.

Zeng Xiangrong put down the phone and immediately asked the police officer in charge of monitoring: "Can you find his location?"

The police officer shook his head helplessly, his expression full of frustration.

Zeng Xiangrong frowned tightly, thinking to himself: It seems that the other party came prepared. This incident is very likely a conspiracy planned by the pro-British faction or even the British.

At this time, Huang Wenbin walked in with a slightly protruding belly. Recently, Huang Wenbin found a girlfriend. In order to become the wife of the Chief Superintendent of Police, the woman did everything she could to serve Huang Wenbin comfortably, and naturally her belly gradually grew bigger.

Zeng Xiangrong was full of surprise and didn't know what Huang Wenbin was doing here at this time.

Huang Wenbin approached and said in a low voice: "Mr. Qin wants to see you. He is in the reception room now."

When Zeng Xiangrong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

A moment later, Zeng Xiangrong came to the reception room, which was decorated simply and solemnly. A simple wooden conference table occupied the center, surrounded by several comfortable chairs. On the wall hung some photos of Hong Kong scenery and honorary medals of the police force, showing the beauty of Hong Kong and the glorious history of the police force.

Zeng Xiangrong walked a few steps inside and saw Qin Fan standing by the window.

"Qin Sheng"

Qin Fan turned around, with a serious face, and directly told the criminals' hiding place.

Zeng Xiangrong was overjoyed, but then he suddenly thought of something and said solemnly, "I suspect this case was planned by the British."

Qin Fan sneered and said, "I have received accurate information. It was done by the Governor's Office and MI6."

Zeng Xiangrong's eyes widened in shock. Even MI6 was involved? He couldn't help but feel worried. Could his weak arms and legs defeat them? Zeng Xiangrong inevitably felt fearful.

Qin Fan saw through Zeng Xiangrong's thoughts at a glance and said with a smile: "Don't worry, they dare not do anything reckless. We have a strong motherland behind us."

Zeng Xiangrong felt relieved. Yes, the motherland's army was just across the river, and the British would definitely not dare to do anything. The British did not dare to kill him, but kidnapped the police in a roundabout way, which also showed that they had some concerns.

Zeng Xiangrong thought for a moment and said, "I don't know how many people in the police force are trustworthy. For safety reasons, I want to use your people."

Qin Fan nodded without hesitation: "No problem. I will select the most elite and reliable personnel to assist you and ensure the success of the operation."

Zeng Xiangrong looked at Qin Fan with gratitude, and a strong sense of confidence surged in his heart. With Qin Fan's support and the backing of the motherland, he believed that he would be able to thwart the British conspiracy and protect the safety of Hong Kong.

……

In an abandoned factory in Wong Tai Sin District, which looks desolate and quiet but is actually heavily guarded, the mottled walls and rusty iron doors exude an old atmosphere in the sun.

Suddenly, a luxury car drove slowly, and the roar of the engine broke the tranquility of the area. Henderson, the head of MI6 in Hong Kong, got out of the car. He was wearing a straight black windbreaker and his eyes were sharp and cold.

A group of agents and a group of Flying Tigers quickly emerged from their hiding places. The agents were all sturdy and dressed in dark combat uniforms.

The Flying Tigers also exuded a strong aura. They wore black bulletproof vests, tactical helmets, and painted their faces, making it difficult to see their faces.

"Let's talk inside," Henderson said briefly, his voice revealing unquestionable authority.

Everyone followed him into the factory. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, adding a bit of tension to the atmosphere.

Soon, they came to a room.

Henderson's face was serious. He swept his eyes over everyone and said in a deep voice, "The director of the vault has agreed to cooperate with us. When Zeng Xiangrong goes to withdraw the money, you should deceive him and tell him to return the money immediately if he can't use it all. When the transaction is made tomorrow, you should call Zeng Xiangrong and tell him that he only needs 15 million. Zeng Xiangrong will definitely return the extra money. Then you can split into two groups. One group will go to trade with Zeng Xiangrong, and the other group will go to rob the 30 million that Zeng Xiangrong sent back to the vault. If he loses 30 million, Zeng Xiangrong will no longer be able to serve as the Commissioner of Police."

Flying Tigers captain Shi Migao frowned and asked in confusion: "Why not kill Zeng Xiangrong while the deal is going on?"

“I think so too, what a pity.”

Henderson showed a dissatisfied expression, but then he calmed down and said, "This is the Governor's order. You have to do whatever the higher-ups arrange."

At this time, an agent asked worriedly: "What if the vault manager can't stand the pressure and betrays us later?"

Henderson sneered: "The dead won't betray."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of gunfire outside. Henderson's face changed and he quickly walked to the window. He saw hundreds of gunmen rushing in like a tide, surrounding the place, and the number of them was still increasing.

"Who are they?" Henderson asked angrily.

No one could answer his question right away.

At this time, Michael Shih came over. As someone who had been in the Hong Kong police circle for a long time, he quickly found a few people he knew among the gunmen and blurted out, "They are all from the four major gangs."

"Society?" Henderson was so angry that he was shaking all over. How dare these stinky bugs in the toilet offend him?

The next moment, a bullet flew in and grazed his scalp, scaring Henderson so much that he quickly dodged.

Michael Shih told his team members via radio: "Counterattack immediately."

"We can't fight back. There are too many of them. We can't fight five of them alone."

"Yes, Captain."

……

The players complained.

Bang, bang, bang... countless bullets rained down like raindrops, interrupting the Flying Tigers' conversation.

At this time, Zeng Xiangrong's voice came through the loudspeaker outside: "Listen, bandits inside, you have been surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender immediately."

Both the Flying Tigers and the British secret service found this ridiculous. The Commissioner of Police commanded the Young and Dangerous Army to encircle and suppress the Flying Tigers and MI6.

Henderson sneered and took out his phone. He wanted to contact the British army. As long as the British army came, these people would be meat on the chopping board. However, after he dialed the number, he found that he could not get through. He immediately realized that the other party blocked the signal.

"Shet"

Henderson's face turned very ugly.

(End of this chapter)