Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 706, Section 296: The Armored Vehicles Have Arrived (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Sitting in the passenger seat, Chi Mengli had a cigarette between her fingers as she watched two thugs skillfully use pliers to cut the chain on the iron gate.

Ah-Cong leaned against the car door, and seeing the quick and efficient movements of the Big Circle Boys, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Tonight, they are the stars, and we are the spectators!"

“You don’t have to do everything yourself. All these people are going to Vancouver. Coming to Hong Kong is just a stopover.”

"We're all Chinese, so let's help each other out if we can, so they can earn some extra money and have an easier time in the future."

It's rare to be able to satisfy Ah Cong, as there are more and more big circle boys who increasingly complain that there's no money to be made in Hong Kong.

Sweeping through gold and silver shops is risky. Even if you manage to snatch the goods, it's hard to sell them. For unfamiliar faces, you only get 20%, while for familiar faces and those you work with often, you only get 25%.

Hong Kong, in the end, is just an island city. It's not that big, but it's not that small either. The territory is occupied by triad societies, and the Big Circle Boys have no place to stand.

When it comes to risking their lives, the Hong Kong gangsters are all willing to fight to the death; when it comes to weapons, Hong Kong is Asia's arms distribution center.

If you've seen the model before, just go to the marble shop and make the request, and you can get the goods within 24 hours.

The Big Circle Boys lost their two most important advantages, but the Hongmen didn't go so far as to wipe them out. They were all Chinese and brothers in the underworld, so there was no need to make things so tense.

The Annamese gang has seized a lot of territory in Canada, which was previously controlled by the Hongmen headquarters, and even lost two Chinatowns.

These Hongmen elders were all dressed in custom-made suits, and their subordinates had become people in charge of making money.

Asking them to go out and fight for territory with the Annamese in the streets is asking too much of them.

The Triads make money by operating on Asian shipping routes, forming their own faction and rarely paying attention to the Hongmen headquarters. They generally only participate when there is profit to be made, and avoid it when there is no benefit.

However, Chinatown in North America is an important source of income and cannot be ignored. After discussion, both sides agreed that the Big Circle Boys were the most suitable.

Chen Bazhi had a strong influence among the Big Circle Boys. The Right Vice-Chancellor of the Hongmen came all the way from Honolulu to meet Chen Bazhi.

After discussions, Chen Bazhi led the first group of Big Circle Boys to Vancouver and entered various Chinatowns in Vancouver.

Chen Bazhi left behind many middlemen who were responsible for selecting people. As long as they were brave and willing to fight, these middlemen would send the selected gangsters onto the ship.

The Annan gang has been ambushed by the Big Circle Gang in Vancouver many times, and its previous arrogance has been diminished.

Sicilians don't like Annamese either, and they dislike Big Circle Caucasians even more, but a balance has been formed among the three, and this situation can only continue.

(Once Curry Boy goes, all three places are ruined!)

These militarily trained Big Circle members are indeed skilled at murder and robbery.

They secretly compromised the CCTV cameras around the factory and are now throwing human-headed demons into the factory.

The man was brought in by Wei Guo, who claimed to be his old comrade-in-arms. He offered a fair price of only 20,000 US dollars.

The price was fair, but Chi Mengli didn't pay in US dollars. Instead, she got a batch of Canadian dollars, all in five-dollar and ten-dollar denominations, which would be easy to sell.

"This is the most exciting part, you'll regret missing out!"

Chi Mengli stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on the dashboard, then pointed with interest to the front, urging Acong not to miss the exciting battle.

Sitting next to Chi Mengli, Xiren was also helpless. Men are still boys until they die. How childish!
The gangsters, all with cigarettes dangling from their lips, were loading bullets into magazines, folding them into five or six pieces and placing them on the hood of the car.

Many of the Big Circle Boys' combat vests were already full of magazines, but they didn't stop and continued to reload.

The time was almost up, so the big circle boys loaded their magazines and began their respective operations.

A modified Toyota Hiace van slowly drove up to the gate of the abandoned factory, its engine roaring so loudly that it startled the birds in the forest.

The leader of the gang glanced at his digital watch, then at Chi Mengli, and seeing that his boss hadn't made any move, he immediately waved his hand and began to act.

The front of the Toyota Hiace van headed straight toward the abandoned factory shrouded in shadow.

The vehicle still had old seafood stall stickers that hadn't been completely wiped off, but the two modified Type 56 light machine guns mounted on the roof had already clearly revealed its purpose.

This isn't a delivery truck; it's a fortified stronghold for breaching the gate.

The driver, Li Guokai, had a cigarette between his teeth, gripped the steering wheel tightly with his right hand, and held a lit flare stick against the window frame with his left.

A steel plate was attached to the windshield, with only a small observation opening about one and a half palm widths.

The general in the passenger seat had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, tapping his fingers on the Black Star pistol on his thigh, his eyes fixed on the rusted iron gate in front of him, its original color almost unrecognizable.

Two steel pipes, each about the thickness of a bowl, were welded to either side of the gate, with signs reading "No Entry" hanging on them.

The iron sign creaked and swayed in the wind, like the groans of a dying man, only making it noisy.

"Ten meters!"

The general picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice carrying to the back row.

The three guys in the back row immediately grabbed the support bars next to them. One of them, a young man named Xiao Ma, reached out and checked the machine gun ammunition belt mounted on the roof of the car again.

The crisp sound of metal cartridge cases colliding was particularly clear amidst the roar of the engine.

The van sped up, and the thick steel plate installed on the front of the van gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

When they were two meters from the gate, Li Guokai floored the accelerator, and the engine roared almost to death, causing the car to lurch forward.

The general grabbed the handrail on the roof of the vehicle and roared, "Prepare to ram it!"

The next second, a deafening crash rang out.

The metal gate was slammed inward like a sheet of paper, and the welded hinges flew off with sparks, crashing heavily onto the factory floor.

The front of the Toyota Hiace minivan was dented in a large section, and the windshield was cracked with a spiderweb-like pattern, but it was not broken.

Li Guokai jerked the steering wheel and simultaneously turned on the pre-prepared incendiary lights, throwing them in different directions.

The once-dark factory was instantly illuminated by orange-red lights.

The two Type 56 light machine guns on the roof immediately spewed fire, and bullets swept towards the concrete pillars on both sides of the gate like a storm.

The two Amiya team members behind the cement pillar were instantly riddled with bullets.

Like a tattered doll's corpse, it lay slumped behind a broken cement pillar, blood trickling down the cracks in the reinforced concrete.

But before Big Circle Boy could catch his breath, a dozen beams of flashlight suddenly lit up inside the factory, followed by the sound of gunfire coming from all directions.

They were throwing peanuts at the van like they were free.

The steel plate at the front of the vehicle has already started to deform; if another wave hits, it won't be able to withstand it.

"Get off the bus! Spread out!"

The general pushed open the car door, jumped out first, and fired two shots, extinguishing a blinding flashlight not far away.

Li Guokai grabbed his Type 56 pistol and got out of the van, but before his feet even touched the ground, a bullet grazed his shoulder and struck the van's steel plate, sending sparks flying.

"To the left! At the nine o'clock position, there's a firing point in the second-floor corridor!"

Xiao Ma shouted, then turned his Type 56 squad automatic weapon around and fired a burst towards the second floor to help suppress the fire.

The safety cover, made of welded steel plates, is impervious to knives and guns, and unaffected by water or fire. It can be fired at will without any fear.

The factory's internal structure was more complex than the floor plan the bigwigs had received beforehand. The first floor was filled with abandoned machine tools and rusty containers, while the second floor was a suspended corridor.

The railing was riddled with bullet holes, and several dark figures were lying behind it, firing downwards.

The general crouched behind the container, took out a gas mask from his tactical vest and put it on. The smoke from the human-headed demon was thin, but the gas was very pungent. After a few breaths, his limbs went weak.

The windows in the abandoned factory were all boarded up, with only a sliver of light letting in through a gap in the main gate; most of the area remained dark.

However, the incendiary flashbangs that Li Guokai had thrown out beforehand worked, illuminating all the main directions of attack.

There were quite a few shadows upstairs; he counted at least six people.

"Damn it, the price is too low, add more!"

The general cursed, picked up the walkie-talkie, and shouted, "Old Huang, how's it going on your end? Can you take out the firing point on the second floor?"

A static crackled through the walkie-talkie, followed by the calm voice of sniper Huang Laoxie: "I'm on the water tower on the east side."

“These people are no novices, so be careful. They are standing in safe positions, not exposing any part of their bodies.”

"The windows are boarded up; we have to wait for them to peek out."

"Bang bang."

Gunshots rang out again inside the once quiet factory.

The general stuck his head out and looked toward the source of the sound, and was immediately startled, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He watched as a grenade was suddenly thrown from the second floor, landing less than three meters away from Zhang Yuanchao.

Zhang Yuanchao turned pale with fright and was about to dodge when Li Guokai, who was beside her, swiftly kicked the grenade toward the machine tool next to her.

With a loud bang, the machine tool's metal fragments flew everywhere, and Zhang Yuanchao's arm was cut, with blood immediately seeping out.

Zhang Yuanchao, who instinctively wanted to call for the medic, hesitated for a moment. He was no longer in his old unit and had to take care of himself.

He took a medical bandage from his tactical vest, quickly opened it, and found hemostatic powder and anti-inflammatory powder inside.

He didn't care that the wound hadn't been cleaned and might get infected; he just put it on and tied it up.

"good luck!"

Seeing that Zhang Yuanchao had adapted to the situation, Li Guokai offered a word of comfort. As he spoke, he began to return fire with his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

While firing, you also have to be vigilant and keep an eye on your surroundings to prevent anyone from sneaking up from the side.

Amiya's defensive squad increased their firepower, with automatic rifles and submachine guns in the second-floor corridor beginning to press towards the front of the vehicle.

The clanging of bullets hitting the steel plate was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

The general glanced at his watch; five minutes had passed since the machine gunners rammed into them.

Now they must hold the gate and wait for their backup to arrive.

Everything—front, back, left, right, up, down—has been brought under control.

These well-trained foreigners, even if they had wings, couldn't fly away.

There's plenty of time. Once reinforcements arrive, we'll start the "rolling fire barrel" tactic, crushing these foreigners bit by bit, like crushing a bug.

"Zhang Yuanchao, you hold the stairwell. Xiao Ma, suppress the second floor with the machine gun!"

The frontline commander quickly deployed his forces and spoke in Mandarin, a language only the small squad could understand: "Guokai, follow me!"

"Go around behind the containers on the left and find an opportunity to rush upstairs!"

Upon receiving the order, Li Guokai nodded, rested his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on the steps, aimed it at the second-floor corridor, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da"

"what"

The sounds of gunfire and screams of agony filled the air.

Peanuts exploded on the railing, sending pebbles and broken wood flying. A member of Amiya's squad screamed as he fell from the second floor.

The person landed headfirst on the concrete ground floor and immediately went still.

Seeing this, the general crouched down and went around to the back of the container on the left.

The container was full of rust holes, and you could hear voices coming from above.

But it was all gibberish, and the general couldn't understand a word, so naturally he couldn't get any useful information out of him.

The general, who was already in position, made a gesture to Li Guokai, who was diagonally opposite him, then suddenly stood up and raised his gun, aiming it at the railing directly above.

Bonnie, who was crouching under the concrete wall of the railing, immediately sensed something was wrong. He immediately lay down and tried to pull at the tattered pants next to him.

Unfortunately, before he could even make a move, he was shot down by the general and his men.

Her shapely figure, with its ripped crotch, burst forth with countless blossoms of blood, creating a scene of romantic beauty.

But beauty is fleeting, while death is eternal. The ripped crotch looked beautiful for less than three seconds before collapsing to the ground, staring at Bonnie with wide-eyed disbelief.

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

Bonnie cursed three times before he calmed down. He crawled forward desperately, looking for the next hiding place, ready to avenge his ripped crotch.

We are all part of the same group; the living must seek justice for the dead.

"Quick, rush to the second-floor stairwell!"

The general shouted, and Li Guokai also stood up, forming a two-man charge formation. The two ran forward with long strides, the broken glass under their feet making a "crunching" sound.

There were two defenders guarding the stairwell on the second floor. When they saw the general and his men rushing over, they immediately opened fire.

"Da da da da da"

Before he could take two steps, the general quickly hid behind the stair railing, took out a lit flare, pulled the safety pin, and threw it up the stairs.

These outdoor-use incinerators can generate temperatures of up to 1,000 degrees Celsius in an instant and produce intense light, making them perfect for such dull nights.

With a loud bang, a bright light flashed, and the Amiya team members guarding the stairs screamed and covered their eyes.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the general rushed forward and quickly pulled the trigger, firing several peanuts that hit Amiya's team members.

These few peanuts completely relieved the unfortunate man's suffering, and he collapsed to the ground.

The general did not stop at the top of the stairs, but continued forward, wanting to seize the high ground as soon as possible, so he ran forward stepping on the corpses.

(End of this chapter)