Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 62 Han Jiang: I am also a loser and I take the blame again!
"Zhazhien, go and take a look, what's going on?"

Han Jiang had the Ghost King mask on his face, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, so he gave orders in a muffled voice.

"Yes."

Zha Zhien led his men vigilantly and checked carefully. When he saw Quanxing's white paper fan Asan, his face changed.

He came over at a trot.

"Boss, it's He Shichang's people!"

"All these people were shot to death. I suspect Quanxing was intercepted on the way to the transaction!"

"The 10 million Hong Kong dollars were not found!"

Zha Zhien expressed his own judgment.

"How many times has the news about the fierce ghost been sold?"

"Hong Kong Connect, it really works everywhere!"

Han Jiang cursed inwardly, rushed out of the car with a grim look on his face, and checked it out himself.

Even a ruthless bandit like him was frightened by the scene before him.

The scene in front of me was like Asura hell.

The ground was in a mess, with scattered car body fragments and bodies shot to pieces everywhere. It was simple and brutal.

Even relatively intact cars were riddled with bullet holes.

The air was still filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

This is enough to show how fierce the previous gunfight was.

There are actually people who are even more ruthless than them!
"He Shichang, this bad guy, is being robbed by a gangster again. Where's my money?!"

Han Jiang's face under the mask gradually distorted, and he let out an angry roar.

He was the one who settled the account with He Shichang for this money.

Who on earth stole his money?

A trace of confusion appeared on Zha Zhien's face: "Boss, why do you say again?"

"boom!"

Zha Zhien's puzzled expression has not yet disappeared.

A bullet came through the air and hit a peripheral subordinate next to him, directly piercing the subordinate's chest.

Blood splashed on his mask.

Han Jiang's expression turned cold when he saw this, and his lips moved slightly. Although he didn't say anything, it could be seen from his expression that he was cursing very dirty.

"Swish, swish!"

Then several cars came rushing over and twenty robbers jumped out of the cars.

All of them were holding firearms and opened fire on Han Jiang's gang without any further ado.

As the gunshots rang out, Han Jiang and his brothers pulled out their guns, revealing their hidden ruthlessness, and shot at the enemy without hesitation, with great ferocity.

"These people are crazy. They don't even know the situation clearly. Why are they shooting at us directly?!"

Next to him, Zha Zhien was shooting and cursing.

"Maybe because we look like black pots!"

Hua Zaixiang, a member of the Ghost King Gang, replied coldly with a stern face, using the truck as a cover and firing continuously.

"Fuck, then we are not here to take everything back today, we are here to give it away!"

Tang Guan, one of the members, raised his eyebrows, and the forehead wrinkles under the mask squeezed into three lines.

Ten million is gone, and we still have to fight. Isn't this depressing?

He shook the gun in his hand, venting all his anger and frustration on Quanxing's men, and fired a burst of shots.

The two sides fought each other.

The gunshots sounded like firecrackers, exploding on Caiyun Road.

In just three to five minutes, Quanxing's gunmen went from being arrogant at the beginning to looking regretful, regretting that they had opened fire too early.

Because Han Jiang and his men have sufficient firepower and are really powerful.

I was almost beaten to tears.

Nearly half of the people were killed or injured, while Han Jiang's side only lost a few casualties and a few peripheral guards died.

It seems like they are the ones who delivered it directly?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

A sharp siren sounded, instantly throwing both sides of the melee into panic.

There is no thief who is not afraid of the police.

The first second the Quanxing gunman heard the sirens, he immediately stopped firing and shouted, "Police!"

"There are policemen. Drop your guns and surrender. Surrender!"

Quanxing's men were in an uproar.

Seeing the police was more like seeing my family members, and I wanted to drop my gun and surrender immediately.

After all, if you fight with Han Jiang, you will lose your life.

If you get caught by the police, the worst that can happen is that you end up in a kiln.

Quanxing's family tradition is bad now, just like Guangtou Yong who called the police to arrest himself in order to save his life. Zhazhien lost his fighting spirit instantly and cursed: "Pujie, I didn't check the almanac before going out today, how unlucky!"

"Old Mother Throwing Thunder!"

Han Jiang's expression also changed, with a fierce look on his face. He raised his gun and shot two thugs dead, then jumped in through the car window.

He shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Get out of here! Are you waiting for the police to treat you to a midnight snack?"

This time the messenger was not only not late, but arrived early!

Moreover, judging from the way the police came, they were well prepared and came with great force, making them impossible to defeat.

This is clearly a trap.

Why muddy the waters then? It's a waste of bullets.

If you don't make any money, don't just sit there and wait for it, just run away.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

Seven or eight police cars surrounded the area.

The team leader this time is Senior Inspector Chen Guozhong of the Central and Western District Anti-Triad Group, who looks very similar to Dahua.

He was wearing a white shirt and bow tie, a suit jacket, an ID hanging around his neck, and his face looked unhappy.

Such a vicious, large-scale urban fight is too much!
Although the society is arrogant, it generally does not dare to cause trouble so blatantly.

Firearms are also used in secret.

An open fight would touch the police's sore spot.

Young and gangsters can use knives to fight for territory, do business, and cause trouble, as long as they don't hurt ordinary citizens and as long as someone comes out to take responsibility.

It’s different if you use a gun, the impact will be too bad.

And it’s on such a large scale.

Chen Guozhong held the gun firmly with both hands and ordered decisively: "Don't let any of them escape!"

"Roger that!"

Lu Guanhua, Lu Jianda and other guys immediately agreed after a symbolic warning.

It was discovered that the Ghost King's gang had no intention of stopping and wanted to break through the checkpoint.

The police officers were well-trained and quickly opened the car door and used it as a shield.

They half-crouched down and fired at the same time.

Hundreds of bullets were like a big net, trapping everyone in it, and another fierce gun battle broke out.

Quanxing's men were also forced to fight back.

"boom!"

Han Jiang drove the car without blinking, through the hail of bullets, and headed straight for the police car.

In the car, Zha Zhien and others provided cover, fighting and retreating at the same time, with fierce firepower.

He quickly shot and killed several police officers, tore open a hole, escaped narrowly, and got away.

The remaining twenty hotshots, although they were elites selected by Quanxing, were, after all, young and dangerous people.

After they experienced the White Paper Fan and Asan's men attacking them, and had a passionate battle with the Ghost King Han Jiang, they were ruthlessly crushed.

When they saw the police, they all threw down their weapons and surrendered without any backbone.

In just a few minutes, the police had the scene under control.

"Sir Chen, we found Quanxing's people at the scene, as well as a few members of the Ghost King's Party who were defeated."

"According to preliminary understanding, it was probably the Ghost King Party seeking revenge and robbing Quanxing Society of 10 million in cash, and then a gunfight broke out."

After Lu Guanhua briefly inspected the scene, he reported to Chen Guozhong.

"Call the white car first, take the seriously injured to the hospital first, take the dead to the morgue, and take away all those who can walk and those who can't die!"

"Fuck, they are so brazen in their fight, sooner or later they will be taken to the target shooting range!"

Chen Guozhong had a vicious look on his face. He hated these gangsters the most and cursed them coldly.

"Yes, sir!"

Ah Hua agreed immediately.

The police officers at the scene immediately became busy, securing evidence and sending the shot police officers to the hospital first.

Then all the remaining personnel were detained. The seriously injured ones were sent to the hospital, and the half-dead ones were taken back to take statements first.

"Sir, I was shot, please apply for medical treatment!"

One of the thugs covered his calf and wailed in protest when he was taken directly back to the police station.

"Brother Hua, you're shot, aren't you going to the doctor?"

A young police officer asked nervously.

"Is he dead?"

"not dead!"

"He's not dead. Just bandage his wounds and make sure he doesn't die. Take him away!"

Lu Guanhua waved his hand.

(Ghost King Han Jiang, formerly an anti-explosion policeman, later became the boss of the Ghost King Party.)
(End of this chapter)