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

Chapter 647 Reloading, done!
"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep." The entire mobile unit, armed with the new SA80 British assault rifles and equipped with rubber bullets, fired continuously along the way, taking down anyone who dared to obstruct official duties.

In short-range shooting, rubber bullets are not lethal, but can have a kinetic energy of up to 16 joules. Within 15 meters, the fatality rate is 3%, and the disability rate is 15%.

All those hit by the arrows screamed, fell to the ground, and wailed in agony.

"The police are killing someone."

"Mom, Mom, I'm going to hang up, I'm going to hang up!" Some people lay on the ground, their faces contorted, while others hugged their wounds and wept bitterly.

Some people were hit in the eye by stray bullets, clutching their eyes, their faces covered in blood, screaming in agony. Among those hit were teachers, staff, and students.

Once the chaos begins, no one is innocent. Even the military and police who are on the front lines must be prepared to be condemned by society and criticized by the media.

Hui Koon-chung, as the leader, led a line that was immediately breached by the riot police. A large number of police officers coordinated in an orderly manner, wielding batons and striking him repeatedly.

"Get down!"

"Hey, you piece of trash, get down there!"

Roars, screams, and fights.

Many of the idiots, caught up in the heat of the moment, fought back fiercely, resulting in injuries to some police officers. The officers, who had initially held back, lost all sympathy and swung their batons with all their might. Screams filled the school gate as hundreds of batons were raised high, brought down heavily, and then raised high again, creating a double image, as if a frame of a video had dropped.

The scoundrels who participated in the riot covered their heads, lay on the ground, and wailed incessantly.

As time passed, blood began to stain the road, and in a corner of the street, someone lay motionless.

Hui Koon-chung, who had already been on the list and was receiving much attention, was surrounded by two groups of military police. Under special scrutiny, he was pinned against the wall with a bloody head.

But he stood tall, his face full of defiance, and shouted loudly, "Democracy! Rule of law! Democracy! Rule of law!"

"You are not following the law."

"You're not following the law!"

A sheriff removed his handcuffs, held them up in front of him, and said coldly, "You've gone mad from reading too much! The law is right here!"

Click.

The silver bracelet was put on, and the hood was put on.

"take away."

The sheriff waved his hand with an unfriendly expression.

Szeto Wah hadn't expected the police force to be so daring and resolute. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He picked up a shovel, stepped forward, and said, "Don't be alarmed. Fight them! Justice will never lose. We'll be the ones who fall, but they'll be the ones who fail!"

Even middle-aged men in their fifties, with atrophied skin on their arms, visible veins, and covered in moles, showing early signs of aging, still had the courage to rush into the police station.

Many good-for-nothings were inspired, their blood boiling, and blindly followed suit. Those who dared to launch an "anti-principal corruption" movement in their youth were indeed very bold, and had no shortage of courage to fire on the powerful.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become an education councilor and wouldn't have been able to rally students. But after reaping the benefits of the pro-democracy movement, opposing authoritarianism became his political label. Right or wrong no longer mattered; what mattered was opposing for the sake of opposing, gaining attention, and acquiring resources.

Empty slogans are obviously unrealistic to any adult with a brain. Yet they resonate most with the youthful hearts of gangsters. A group of thousands of good-for-nothings advances around "Uncle Wah," and some of the escaped gangsters, with nowhere else to run, also rush forward.

In the chaos, the tactics escalated further, with flying bricks and pebbles raining down on the officers' heads.

Some workers, wearing helmets, were still struck and left dizzy; others, caught off guard, suffered cuts to their cheeks from flying pebbles. A few pre-made throwing bottles shattered on the ground, igniting into flames and causing a commotion. The flames seemed to incite the crowd, with many throwing flags, T-shirts, and other flammable items into the fire, causing it to spread. Police deployed water cannons, focusing their efforts on the flames. The water evaporated, creating a mist that symbolized the loss of life. The water eventually extinguished the fire, leaving only embers, a testament to the power of the authorities.

The two mobile units that carried out the arrest operation were shocked to find Szeto Wah hiding among the crowd with students after entering the school.

A senior inspector, who was leading the charge, shouted sternly, "Charge in and arrest them all!"

"Yes, sir!" two inspectors shouted, immediately pulling out tear gas and throwing it into the crowd. As white smoke billowed, many of the hapless men, their faces contorted in pain, fled in panic. Several students protected Szeto Wah as he escaped. The riot police precisely positioned themselves, clearing obstacles with rubber bullets. But once the manhunt began, the students guarding Szeto Wah pulled out handguns and opened fire on the police.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang!" The Glock pistol, with its impressive firepower and excellent performance, combined with precise marksmanship, instantly wounded two officers.

Although the tactical unit was wearing bulletproof vests, they were still wounded and fell to the ground. The officers next to them immediately helped the wounded up and shouted into their earpieces with a furious tone, "Shot! Two team members have been shot!"

"Damn it, there are secret agents."

Li Zhibin, who was in command on the perimeter, showed a slight change in expression and immediately mobilized his squad for reinforcement. Gao Sheng, the commander of the mobile unit on the inside, ordered: "Reload! Reload!"

Click.

The five team members released their SA80s, letting the rifles fall off their shoulder straps, and pulled out Glocks from their leg straps with both hands, firing forward.

The remaining team members opened the magazines, discarded the rubber bullets, and pulled out live ammunition from their waists to load. The entire process was well-trained, rhythmic, and continuous, clearly indicating that a plan had been prepared in advance.

Da da da.

Da da da.
After the bullets were reloaded, gunfire erupted, a stark contrast to rubber bullets. As the firing continued, smoke billowed from the primers, and the four MI6 agents fleeing ahead were shot and fell to the ground before they had even run a hundred meters.

Seeing his bodyguards being shot one after another, Situ Hua panicked and ran frantically with his head down. Suddenly, he lost his footing and fell onto the concrete road, cutting his mouth and getting scrapes all over his body.

When he turned around, he found that his right leg had been shot, and he screamed in agony, his face contorted in pain: "Ah!"

"Dry!"

The mobile unit moved forward to arrest him, and the senior inspector in charge raised his rifle butt and smashed it into Szeto Wah's injured mouth, knocking him unconscious.

When Lai Chi-Bun saw Szeto Wah being dragged out of the campus, he went up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You've worked hard."

The injured man had been taken to the ambulance, and the crowd had already dispersed. All two hundred-plus arrested rioters had their hands behind their backs and were wearing nylon straps.

Then, using a hemp rope, they wrapped it around each other's necks, one after another, like grasshoppers strung together, and carried them onto the prison van. Outside the police cordon, reporters stood on rooftops and windowsills, constantly taking pictures.

The uniformed police officers stood at attention, saluted, and silently got into their vehicles, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.

Lai Chi-bun sighed, knowing full well the immense pressure on the front lines. He adjusted his mindset, picked up the satellite phone, dialed a number, and reported, "Yam sir, HKU is all set!"

In the office, Ren Darong, dressed in his uniform, relaxed and said with satisfaction, "Well done. Switch the fire department to come in and clean up the environment."

"Submit a report as soon as possible; the Public Relations Department needs to make a release."

Li Zhibin nodded in understanding: "I understand."

(End of this chapter)