What do you mean by quitting the business? I'm not a big shot.

Chapter 586 Overturning the table

David Stanley, 37 years old, former major of the British Royal Air Service!
He participated in the Falklands War as part of the first landing force and was awarded the Military Cross. After the war, he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and could no longer adapt to military life. Through an introduction, he came to Hong Kong Island to work for HSBC.

He was the security director of HSBC, the security consultant of Swire Group, and the commander of this gang!

Meticulous planning, skillful command, ease in the face of gunfire, and shrewd execution of tactical maneuvers—every aspect demonstrates the combat qualities expected of a former special forces major.

Of the forty-eight operatives he led, twenty were retired officers employed by HSBC, while the remaining twenty-eight were men dispatched by Citibank, Jardine Matheson, and other foreign firms.

While not exactly elite or fierce, they were certainly well-trained and experienced. What should have been an easy mission was over; everyone happily flew back home with $200,000 to spend some relaxing time with their families.

Once the storm had passed, everyone could return to Hong Kong Island for promotions and raises, and their future would be bright. However, once they entered the Hung Hom Tunnel, the course of events began to gradually shift.

First, the operation was exposed the moment the target was spotted, before any manpower could be deployed. Second, the planned defense force of no more than twenty men unexpectedly turned into more than eighty, all equipped with semi-automatic firepower. Despite deploying twice the enemy's strength and specifically surrounding them within the Red Tunnel, they never anticipated that the enemy would possess twice the strength, leaving them surrounded inside the Red Tunnel!
Wearing a skull mask and a tactical vest, and carrying an M16, Stanley hid behind the wheel and shouted, "FUCK, the intelligence is wrong, the operation plan needs to be changed."

The sound of bullets piercing the vehicle's exterior echoed continuously in his ears. Squad leader Dino, leading two groups, had suffered a setback in their encirclement attempt on the right flank. His earpiece was within range, and he shouted, "Major, I need orders! I need orders!!!"

Stanley calmly said, "Each group, report how many people are left."

"Seven people in Group A."

"Group B has five members."

The four twelve-person teams were reduced to only thirty people in the blink of an eye, with casualties approaching one-third.

Stanley calmly asked, "How many meters is Team B left to the target?"

Dino glanced at the Rolls-Royce beyond the fire line and replied coldly, "One hundred and eighty meters!"

"The battle will begin at a distance of two hundred meters!" Stanley roared.

Dino's tone remained icy: "I started from a distance of 180 meters."

At this moment, David Stanislav recalled the war with Argentina. As soon as he landed on the island, he was surrounded. It seemed that God had already written the ending for his fate.

"Team B, increase firepower and hold the enemy back! Team A, assemble on the left flank and prepare for a strong attack!" As Stanley shouted the last syllable, his wrist trembled uncontrollably.

The patient's condition, which could have been stabilized simply by holding a gun, had worsened again, causing his hands to tremble even when holding the weapon. However, the final attack had begun. Team B's feint drew away many gunmen, allowing the remaining thirteen members of Team A to concentrate on the left flank. They precisely targeted a weak point in the defensive network, using their fierce firepower to quickly create an opening. Unexpectedly, a group had already spotted their movements and anticipated their move, hiding behind three vehicles.

The commander of that group was none other than Xu Gang!

"Fire!"

Upon realizing that the foreigners had set a trap, Xu Gang gave the order, and the executioners formed a crossfire, shooting the foreigners one by one like harvesting rice.

It wasn't that Xu Gang was particularly clever, but rather that he relied on his superior numbers and anticipated that the foreigners were eager to seize their target and would have to take risky actions. Therefore, he deliberately created an opening, luring the enemy into the encirclement. The imperial guards were all graduates of military academies, had studied command, and even had annual study opportunities; each one was skilled in both martial arts and academics.

Xu Gang himself is a renowned sharpshooter who has broken combat records. As soon as Stanley showed his face, he immediately shot him in the shoulder twice.

"Boss, we've hit the enemy commander. Should we take him alive?" He even had the leisure to ask his boss about the best course of action.

Sitting in the car, Yin Zhaotang held Hei Xing's hand, then unconsciously loosened it, and said with a smile, "Bring the person over."

"Received." Xu Gang responded and immediately ordered the other foreigners to be killed, leaving only the wounded Stanley alive. Then, two team members bent down and dragged the prisoner away from the pool of blood.

Anyone with experience working in the inner palace knows that everything must be reported. Even matters of life and death must be reported.

Yin Zhaotang truly felt that Xu Gang was a talented individual, and that he was very comfortable using him.
Although he doesn't lead the charge in action and his serious personality might seem less imposing, that's what gangsters like – being imposing is what big bosses like – and being considerate and reassuring is what they appreciate.

He had already decided to reward Xu Gang handsomely afterward, while Xu Gang personally led his men to the car door with the prisoners in tow and ask, "Boss."

Yin Zhaotang sneered, ripped off the foreigner's mask, stared at Stanley's angular face, and asked, "Who sent you?"

Blood still gushed from the holes in Stanley's body, but his eyes were filled with a resolute determination, a death wish. His left hand, blazing with rage, shoved the gun barrel into Stanley's bloodied wound, twisting it as he snarled, "Fuck your mother, you damn foreigner! My boss is asking you a question, talk back!!!"

Yin Zhaotang pressed down his already out-of-control left hand and laughed, "I brought you here just to see you. I want to see what everyone who wants to kill me looks like before they die."

"As for who sent you, I don't care at all. Calling a gunman is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of. If they can call a gunman to kill me, I can call a gunman to kill them. Why would I care about evidence when I'm killing someone?"

A look of surprise flashed across Stanley's face.

Yin Zhaotang raised the gun in his hand, pressed it against his forehead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Oh!"

Even Xu Gang, who was standing next to him, was splattered with blood.

The remaining foreigners, having suffered heavy losses, were pursued and killed by the gang and didn't last long. The fighting gradually subsided, but for safety's sake, Ge Zhixiong, Dapu Niu, Ah Hu, and others did not get off the vehicle. It wasn't until Ren Darong arrived with his assault team that the gang leaders got off the vehicle one by one, gathering in front of Yin Zhaotang and shouting threats of violence.

For everyone, things are just beginning. Who sent the gunman? How many people are to be killed? Will their own gang get a turn?

These were all matters of concern to the bigwigs. After the forensic officers questioned him, Tai Po Niu shrugged and said, "Officer, the guns were brought by the foreigners. Some of our brothers rushed up and seized a batch. We were just defending ourselves. If you don't believe me, I'll seize another batch and give it to you next time!"

Ren Darong and Yin Sheng were talking when they heard a commotion nearby. Ren Darong simply waved away the forensic team and said again, "Yin Sheng, give him a chance and call the police to handle it."

"You always say that we're all on the same side, so why not just give our share of the credit to our own people?"

(End of this chapter)