Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

The Flying Tigers members had almost no income other than their salaries and bonuses, so where would they get the money to pay off their debts of hundreds of thousands of yuan?
None of the four dared to admit that they had bet on Sato the Waste to win.

Fortunately, men in Hong Kong don't have the habit of handing over household finances to women...

The four of them are just stalling for time, but it seems they can't stall for much longer.

"Lancheng, what do you mean?" Sun Wei glanced around, shifted his position to avoid the other three, making sure no one would approach without their knowledge, before asking in a low voice, "Are you asking because you have some way to make money?"

These words drew the attention of the other two, who also looked over intently.

"Ha, get rich." A sneer flashed across Lan Cheng's face. "Aren't all the ways to get rich written in the law?"

"You're not thinking of..." Wu Minghui looked around nervously, "robbing me?"

“An armored truck robbery,” Lan Cheng said softly.

Although Sun Wei and the other two had thought of it, they still felt heavy-hearted.

Although the exact amount of money stolen was not disclosed, the Flying Tigers knew it was a major robbery.

The criminals were armed with automatic weapons and fired so many shots at the scene, so the police force definitely had to be on high alert. These kinds of difficult tasks are always assigned to the Flying Tigers.

“50/40/38/45,” Lan Cheng read out the numbers. “180 million. Even the most notorious drug lords couldn’t earn that much in just a few days. I can’t think of any other possibility besides robbing an armored truck.”

"If those robbers can do it, so can we!"

"It's impossible that a group of Flying Tigers like us are no match for a few robbers!"

"You know, the police haven't found a single piece of evidence yet."

The three were desperate because of loan sharks. Now that they finally had a solution, they couldn't care less about morality. "Where's the target? Not every cash-in-transit van has that much money."

"Keep an eye on a few big banks. I paid special attention to the robbery case before. The robbers were obviously waiting for the cash transport trucks to go to the airport. But we don't have that much time to investigate and wait. We can focus on the afternoon."

"In the afternoon, all the bank branches will transport the day's deposits to the bank headquarters. These trucks will definitely have enough cash on them!"

"To do it or not!"

The three exchanged a glance and nodded emphatically without hesitation.

Robbery also requires skill and a lot of preparation, starting with firearms.

There's a lot of arms smuggling in Hong Kong, but when you actually want to buy some, you'll find it's very difficult.

These arms dealers only sell to acquaintances.

Nobody buys a gun to hunt wild ducks. If something happens, the police will definitely investigate thoroughly, and the risk of implicating others is too great.

However, the four from Blue City clearly didn't want anyone to know that they had bought guns.

Suburbs, seaside.

"Blue City?"

"Earth cow?"

"It's me." Lan Cheng turned on his flashlight so the other person could see him clearly.

The same procedure was used for the earthen ox.

"Have you brought anything?"

"Wait!" Tu Niu waved his hand, and one of his underlings stepped over and began searching the four men from Lan Cheng.

"Don't move." Lan Cheng slapped away the boy's hand that was reaching for his backpack. "You want money? Where's your stuff?"

The younger brother curled his lip, turned around and whispered a few words to Tu Niu, "Come and see the goods."

Sun Wei walked over, and the other person opened a golf bag, inside which were two AKs and four Black Star rifles.

Sun Wei picked up the AK and tested it, then used a flashlight to examine the barrel and other components. After putting it down, he asked, "Where are the bullets?"

"Where's the money?" Tu Niu placed a backpack on the ground, which contained more than two hundred rounds of various bullets.

Sun Wei glanced down, then walked back to Lan Cheng's side. "Okay."

"Brother Tu Niu is trustworthy!" Lan Cheng praised, turned off his flashlight, picked up his backpack, and threw it forcefully over.

The backpack arced through the air, drawing the attention of Tu Niu and his five henchmen. With a 'thud,' the backpack landed on the ground. The group instinctively went to look, but failed to notice that Lan Cheng and his three companions, having turned off their flashlights, had turned and fallen to the ground.

The standard lying position is with your hands on the ground and your chest 5 centimeters off the ground.

Da Niu bent down to pick up the bag, and suddenly sniffed. Why did he smell a firecracker?

Before I could even figure out what was happening, "Boom!"

The bag contained 1 kilogram of black powder intended for firecrackers, which exploded instantly, knocking Tu Niu and his five henchmen over.

Lan Cheng and the others felt as if they had suddenly gone deaf, their brains were filled with water, and they were swaying back and forth. They forced themselves to get up from the ground, enduring the tightness in their chests and the dizziness in their heads, and rushed towards Tu Niu as soon as possible.

With his leg pressed against the earthen ox, he plunged a knife into the ox's chest, letting the blood spray onto his face. He gasped for breath, and a lot of blood got into his mouth. Lan Cheng gagged a few times to the side.

The Flying Tigers have a lot of training, but very few of them have actually killed anyone. All four of them are novices, and in order to successfully rob the armored truck, they are now getting a taste of what it's like to kill someone in advance.

After dealing with Da Niu and the others, although the place was remote, the explosion would definitely attract some attention. The group collected the guns and bullets on the ground, put the six bodies together, poured gasoline they had prepared in advance on them, and set them on fire.

Amidst the towering flames, the four quickly entered the sea, walked more than 20 meters among the rocks, climbed onto a rented kayak, and paddled away from the shore.

……

The next day was Friday, and the four of them had applied in advance to take turns off. Around 5:30 pm, Yau Ma Tei.

An armored truck stopped in front of the HSBC branch, and two armed security guards stood behind it. The guard in the passenger seat jumped out and went into the branch to hand over the duties.

After confirming the amount of currency, verifying that it was sealed in a box, signing the papers, and notifying the head office by phone to complete the handover, all the formalities were completed before finally carrying the box to the cash-in-transit vehicle.

The box had just been put into the car, and before the door could be closed, a car, as if its brakes had failed, crashed into the back of the armored truck.

"boom!"

The armored truck was pushed forward about half a meter by the impact. The windshield of the Toyota that crashed into it was covered in blood. The security guard who had been carrying the box had his lower body on the ground and his upper body inside the armored truck.

Inside the car, Sun Wei and his companion managed to steady themselves, pushed open the car door, and before even getting out, aimed and pulled the trigger on their AKs.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

The two security guards, who were only two or three meters apart, were riddled with bullets on the spot when they tried to avoid the car crash.

Wu Minghui, who was strolling along the roadside, pulled out his large black shooting rifle, aimed at the armored truck driver, and pulled the trigger. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lan Cheng reversed the car, and Sun Wei and his companion took out four silver-white money boxes and threw them into the car. The car door closed, and they sped off into the street.

From the moment of the crash to the moment of escape, the entire process took no more than 2 minutes!

From this perspective, the Flying Tigers were well-trained.

……

"Another cash-in-transit vehicle robbery?" Han Yili gritted his teeth. "Damn it, are these banks all idiots? Didn't they know Standard Chartered just had a robbery? Why aren't they more careful?!"

"Are all those security guards useless? Are they just going to watch the robbers rush in?"

After cursing fiercely, Han Yili stood with his hands on his hips and looked at Kabel, "What's the situation on the scene?"

"The cash-in-transit van was parked at the bank entrance for the handover. While the cash boxes were being moved, the robbers drove the van into the van, killing one security guard in two and killing the other three. The robbers used AK47s, and four cash boxes were stolen. We are still waiting for news from HSBC regarding the exact amount of the loss."

"The robbers' operation was clean and efficient. According to the bank's surveillance footage, it took them 1 minute and 48 seconds from the crash to their escape. The plan was meticulous, the training was excellent, and the methods were professional. It's definitely not something an ordinary person could do." Cabel spoke calmly, as if he had given up entirely.

The last major robbery left no clues, and now another one is happening!

"So, where are the robbers?" Han Yili shrugged.

"After driving the car to the reclamation area, the robbers set it on fire, took the money box, and escaped in a fishing boat. The marine police have already gone out to sea to intercept them, but..." Cabel shook his head. The marine police received the news very late, and by the time they caught up, the robbers had already run out of Hong Kong waters.

"Useless trash!" Han Yili cursed!
……

The robbery occurred in a busy downtown area during rush hour, and was witnessed by hundreds of people. The news spread throughout Hong Kong Island in no time.

In Macau, Wang Yaotang hosted a dinner for bank managers in the afternoon. Shortly after the meal began, Sha Ze walked in and whispered about the situation in Hong Kong. Wang Yaotang's expression turned strange.

Wang Yaotang waved for Sha Ze to leave, then looked at Bi Sina beside him, leaned over and whispered a few words about the situation before asking, "It wasn't one of our people who did it, was it?"

Bisina gently shook her head, and Wang Yaotang was relieved.

Their modus operandi was truly unique, highlighting the word 'professional'.

Those in the banking industry naturally noticed the two whispering to each other, and immediately everyone at the table fell silent. Wang Yaotang didn't hide anything and recounted the robbery that had just occurred in Hong Kong.

"How could this be!" the HSBC branch manager exclaimed in shock.

"These robbers are absolutely outrageous!"

"What are the Hong Kong Island police doing? They haven't even caught the robbers from last time, and now someone's robbed an armored truck!"

People from other banks also chimed in, saying that they were all united in their hatred of the robbers.

Unless the robbers steal the vault...

"It's only a matter of time." Wang Yaotang wouldn't speak from the bank's perspective. "When you see one cockroach, the room is already full of cockroaches. Similarly, when you know that many of the armored trucks are already substandard, the entire security system is already riddled with holes."

"I don't know what your bank's security regulations are, but why was the car door kept open during the handover?"

Why did the two security guards protecting the cash get out of the car?

“If the regulations are enforced strictly enough, even if the robbers break through the car and kill the security guard, it won’t be so easy for them to open the car door and steal the cash box. Yau Ma Tei is a busy area, and it’s easy for the police to block them.”

“The security of many banks in Hong Kong and Macau is like the Emperor’s New Clothes. It’s just that people used to be afraid of banks, so no one had the idea of ​​robbing them. Now, many people are pouncing on them, ready to take a bite out of them.”

"After all, there's no faster way to make money than by robbing. For ordinary people, this is the best way to get rich, and these kinds of robberies will only increase."

After Wang Yaotang said that, the atmosphere at the table immediately became heavy.

However, the bank managers of Tai Fung, Cheng Hing, and Standard Chartered, who had already decided to sign security escort contracts, quickly relaxed and looked at their peers with a hint of schadenfreude.

Why do you all look so worried?
Does she not like to smile?

Don't forget, from a business perspective, we are competitors!

Why aren't you dead yet?!

Wang Yaotang remained silent, quietly picking at his food and drinking. The comparison was painful; the security contracts with local banks were just small fry.

Bring on the robbers with even greater force!

If he hadn't known that the Hong Kong Film Board would never allow a film to be made based on a major robbery, Wang Yaotang would have wanted to invest in making one to properly explain how to rob an armored truck... (End of Chapter)