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

Chapter 649 Fight!
Yin Zhaotang answered the phone and said, "Mr. Liang, what are your instructions?"

"We have stated that we will not fire the first shot, but if the foreigners fire, we will resolutely protect the lives and property of our citizens, resolutely protect the rule of law in Hong Kong, and resolutely crack down on all armed forces." The three resolute statements made by Leung Man-ping are in line with China's long-standing foreign policy philosophy: not to provoke trouble, but not to be afraid of trouble.

“I understand. Are there any specific instructions on the action plan?” Yin Zhaotang then asked.

Liang Manping slowly shook his head: "There is no specific plan. The best plan should be formulated by those on the front lines. As long as the general direction is correct, all actions will be supported unconditionally."

"Mr. Yin, we're counting on you!" The last sentence carried a heavy sense of entrustment. Yin Zhaotang felt the pressure and promised, "I will not let the citizens down."

At this moment, he shoulders the responsibility for the safety of all five million citizens of Hong Kong and the fate of Hong Kong Island for the next century!
After hanging up the phone, Yin Zhaotang called Niu Qiang over and said, "Gather the Xingtang brothers, bring your weapons, and come with me."

"Understood, boss." Niu Qiang was excited. He cupped his hands in a fist and bowed, then returned to the break room. Looking at the twenty-four bodyguards who had canceled their shifts and were on standby at the company, he ordered, "Brothers, get the car ready. We're going to do something with the boss."

Sha Hui, Xu Gang, and the others stood up one after another. Each of them wore a bulletproof vest over their suit jacket and had a pistol hanging from their waist. They replied, "Understood, Brother Qiang."

As the confidants of the bigwigs, they were well aware of the major events happening outside. They felt extremely honored to be able to participate in deciding the honor and disgrace of Hong Kong Island and the rise and fall of the region, and they had no regrets until their deaths.

After deciding to personally lead the charge, Yin Zhaotang couldn't possibly go alone. Bringing along any available personnel would at least increase their chances of victory.

There's no need to add more gangsters and thugs below that level. A decisive battle isn't a riot; numbers don't matter. What's needed is reliable military skills.

Huo Zhengting followed in the footsteps of the big boss, urgently trying to dissuade him: "Mr. Yin, is it really necessary to go personally?"

"Just sit in your office and read reports; fighting to the death is the business of your underlings."

Standing in front of the elevator, Yin Zhaotang did not accuse Huo Zhengting of any wrongdoing, but simply said, "If the big boss doesn't step in, how can a subordinate like me risk my life?"

"Besides, when it comes to matters of national importance, I am just a nobody."

After he finished speaking, he stepped into the elevator, leaving Young Master Huo behind. Under the protection of his six brothers from the Criminal Investigation Department, he arrived at the underground parking garage, only to see two familiar figures standing in front of the convoy.

"Boss, seriously? Going out to show off without us!" Egg Tart, a cigarette dangling from his lips, draped his arm over the boss's shoulder. His left hand was on his hip, revealing a gun at his waist, and he chuckled, "Afraid we'll hold you back?"

"Stop talking nonsense, get in the car if you want to go." Yin Zhaotang smiled, kicked each of them in the butt, and then got into the car.

It's not surprising that the two men, who were at the company, rushed to the underground parking garage after receiving the news. Although he didn't say what they were going to do, the brothers who burned joss paper needed no explanation or questioning; even Brother Hao was mobilized. As long as they lived up to their promise of "living and dying together" from back then, that was enough.

Xu Gang rested his hands on the Rolls-Royce steering wheel, awaiting the big boss's orders. The big boss then pulled out a satellite phone and said, "Ah Hao, go to Victoria Peak."

"Roger that." Jiang Hao pressed down on the satellite phone's antenna and ordered his men behind him, "Get in the car, Taipingshan!"

"Get on the vehicle."

"Get on the vehicle."

As the whistle blew, the company, platoon, and squad leaders gave orders, and the soldiers, armed with rifles, wearing helmets and action uniforms, poured out of the rest room, boarded the police transport vehicles, and headed straight for Victoria Peak.

This is the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy, with ample space to house military personnel. It serves as a training ground for standard-bearers and mercenaries, allowing them to evade foreign surveillance under police cover. The newly constructed Aberdeen Ring Road leads to Victoria Peak in less than half an hour. The academy's management watched the convoy depart, hoping the unrest would end soon so Hong Kong could reopen as usual tomorrow. At the entrance to Arsenal Street, before the foreigners fired the first shot, the officers had already begun their operation.

Because Yin Zhaotang understood that the foreigners would definitely fire the first shot, and there was no turning back! Like a sword in Kaifeng, there's no reason to return to its sheath if no blood is drawn. Similarly, soldiers sent out who fail to achieve their objective have no reason to return to camp.

Sure enough, after three warnings, the police did not remove the roadblocks. The foreign commander then ordered, "Fire! Clear the roadblocks!"

After receiving permission to fire, the two infantry squads immediately moved forward and, after being warned by the police to fire demonstrably, immediately returned fire.

"Da da da."

The SA80 assault rifles fired in rapid succession, unleashing streaks of fire that swept towards the roadblocks. Several officers were killed instantly by gunfire, and the remaining officers immediately received orders to use vehicles and shops as cover and engage in street combat.

Gunfire erupted throughout the city, with long streets filled with exchange of fire. Under the cover of infantry and armored vehicles and light and heavy airfields, the military advanced step by step. The police suffered heavy casualties and put up a fierce resistance. The whole of Hong Kong was in shock, and even the General Headquarters building experienced riots, with many civilian staff fleeing.

Li Zhibin ordered all inspectors in the Security Department to form a temporary monitoring team to oversee the operation. Meanwhile, Ren Darong made a phone call to report: "Mr. Yin, the foreigners have opened fire! A full-scale firefight has broken out between the military and police at the street corner. Our men have suffered heavy casualties. When will we receive reinforcements?"

"At most, hold on for another fifteen minutes." Ren Darong raised his watch, staring at the Patek Philippe, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Police officers are police officers after all; the difference between them and soldiers is too great. Having the courage to hold their ground and fight back is already commendable.

It's highly unrealistic to expect police officers to hold off the military's special operations company with just a few men. Sometimes, sheer numbers don't guarantee victory. To manage headquarters and ensure smooth command, many positions need to be set up. Unlike the military's lean and seemingly invincible special operations company, police officers are much more difficult to manage; only roadblocks can slightly slow them down.

Fifteen minutes is the time it takes for the military to cross the long street and breach the headquarters gates. Once the headquarters gates are breached, there's no point in even thinking about fighting inside; just wait for the collapse.

Therefore, Ren Darong needs support in every aspect, including political, public opinion, and military matters—even just a mention on the evening news!

Ren Darong's response was concise, powerful, cold, and cruel: "I'll be at Victoria Peak in two minutes. Fifteen minutes will be enough."

"When the time comes, the governor will be in my hands, and I will give the order." Yin Zhaotang hung up the phone, and the sentry post at the entrance to Victoria Peak could be faintly seen ahead.

Xu Gang deliberately slowed down and reminded him, "Sir, Mr. Jiang's troops haven't arrived yet."

Sitting in the car, Yin Zhaotang looked out the window and nodded: "Ah Hao is far away, we'll have to wait a few minutes. Time is tight and the task is important, let's hurry up and clear the way for them."

"Remove the sentries and declare war!"

Xu Gang hesitated for a moment, but a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. Finally, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Team A, take down the sentry post."

A figure immediately sprang out from the back seat of the first Mercedes-Benz, carrying a 40mm gun on his shoulder. After a quick glance, he pressed the fire button.

"call out."

With a "whoosh, whoosh," six other units were also launched simultaneously, immediately providing fire support to the outposts at the foot of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)