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

Zhao Kehan ​​and his group were kicked out of the driver's seat for no other reason than their lack of professionalism!
"Ahan, you follow Dashe; Ayan, you follow Dacang. Attack from the back door after hearing the signal."

“Ah An, you follow Da Bo. We’ll go through the front door. Leave no bandits alive.”

"action!"

Hai Dazhao yanked open the car door, and Da She and Da Cang jumped out, followed by Zhao Kehan ​​and A Yan.

The group jogged along, their leather shoes making a 'tap-tap' sound on the cement ground, which sounded rather jarring in the relatively quiet night. Zhao Kehan ​​and the others felt uneasy and couldn't help but look back to see if the others were keeping up.

Running at the forefront, Da She's left eye saw a dimly lit street, while his right eye saw a pale green. Everything was so clear. The target warehouse was just a dozen meters ahead, but the large iron gate was closed, and someone would have to climb over it to open it before they could enter.

Just as I was about to climb over the door, a dog suddenly barked, "Woof woof woof—"

……

After Hai Dazhao and his two companions rushed in, they spread out to both sides, creating firing angles towards the gate. Da She and Da Cang, along with Zhao Kehan ​​and the others, circled around and charged up from both sides.

Staying in the warehouse at night to guard it isn't actually a very tedious job. This is Bangkok, where everything is readily available. There's a TV, there are videos, especially the exciting ones that have recently leaked from the Chinese community. There are women in the warehouse, so what's wrong with checking the goods before selling them?
The warehouse had two floors, both furnished with tables. A group of people were drinking, watching videos, and womanizing. The barking of dogs outside didn't attract much attention. Occasionally, stray dogs would wander into the area at night, causing the dogs to bark, but it would stop after a while...

……

The sound suddenly rang out, startling everyone.

"Damn it!" Hai Dazhao cursed inwardly. "Those useless guys, Zhao Kehan ​​and his gang, couldn't even detect the dog's information. They were caught off guard!"
If I'd known there were dogs, I would have just driven right into them. What was the point of sneaking around?

"Continue with Dashe and Dacang!" Hai Dazhao ordered over the intercom system. "Execute the second plan, launch a full-scale attack!"

Having said that, he strode after them, crouched down near the iron gate, and aimed through the fence at the two dogs that were barking wildly.

"Da da"

"Da da"

The two dogs only had time to let out a pitiful "Awooo!" before collapsing to the ground, kicking wildly.

"Squat down!" Da She pulled Zhao Kehan ​​down. Damn it, he's so stupid. How did he ever become a policeman?
"Oh, oh..." Zhao Kehan ​​and the other person hurriedly squatted down. Shouldn't they have just taken a running start and climbed up?

This is actually a stereotype. Wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying 20 kilograms of firearms, how could it possibly take off?

The two men used the spikes on the iron gate to jump inside and unlock the bolt from the inside.

"Da She, a surprise attack on the main gate."

"receive."

The sudden gunshots outside startled the guards inside the warehouse. They instinctively turned to look at the gate, but only for two or three seconds before they realized that someone had opened fire!

They hurriedly pushed the woman away from them and stood up, making a loud clattering noise as they bumped into the tables and chairs. They frantically searched for their guns, all looking rather flustered.

"Send two people to check what's going on outside," the group leader shouted from the second-floor railing.

After a few shoves and yielding, the two lowest-ranking members ran to the door, opened the observation window on the iron gate, and looked outside. It was pitch black. What…

"Da da"

"Da da"

The moment the light shone through the observation window, Hai Dazhao and his two companions immediately pulled the trigger and fired. The 7.62mm intermediate bullets left a series of 'V'-shaped bullet holes in the 3mm thick iron door.

The two guards trembled a few times, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thud. Large patches of blood quickly spread across their chests. They struggled to turn their heads to look at their companions not far away, reaching out to help, but suddenly lost their strength and collapsed to the ground.

"AK, it's an AK!"

"Scatter, scatter, block the gate!"

Since they were all from the same clan and hometown, three people crouched down and quickly ran up to pull the person away. Bangkok's medical technology was quite good, especially in the treatment of gunshot wounds, so perhaps they could save him.

Just as they ran up, gunfire erupted outside again.

A burst of rapid, long bursts of fire.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

Hai Dazhao and his team underwent professional training in Italy. The most important thing in urban combat is some details. One of them is that after a target is hit, someone may come up to rescue them. After about 5-10 seconds, another round of saturation fire can be carried out, which has a good chance of further achieving results!
Crossfire from both the left and right directions covered the warehouse's iron gate, with the area behind the gate at a 60° angle also within the coverage range.

In the sight of the person at the back, blood suddenly splattered from the two people in front who were dragging their companions. One of them swayed, and before he could fall, his head suddenly exploded behind him, spraying blood, brain matter, and bone fragments all over him.

"Ah!!!" She screamed and sat down on the ground with a thud, several bullets hitting the concrete ground at her feet with a "clanging" sound.

Realizing what had happened, the guy didn't care about anything else and crawled out on all fours.

"Fire! Fire! What are you standing there for? Shoot!" The loud shouts from the second floor finally brought the terrified guards to their senses, and they frantically pulled the triggers on the large iron gate.

"Da da da da da da-"

"Da da da da da da-"

Bullets rained down like a storm, regardless of whether they hit anyone.

Standing against the warehouse wall, Zhao Kehan's ears began to ache from the gunfire. He saw dust billowing up from the concrete ground near the iron gate. He kept swallowing, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He's not unfamiliar with shooting; he's even fought drug dealers in Hong Kong. But those Hong Kong drug dealers only had a few small handguns. Now, they're all armed with AKs, bullets are flying everywhere. In just half a minute, the two sides have definitely fired over 100 bullets!

Not only was he terrified, but his brothers were terrified too!
"Da Hai" just ordered them to charge head-on; they thought they were going to charge the iron gate...

Luckily, I didn't charge straight in, or I would have been torn to shreds by now.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Da She take out several plastic boxes the size of a child's fist and stick them on the wall, then attach wires to them.

"Let's go."

He didn't understand, but his feet obeyed him. After running more than ten meters, he lay down on the ground and slammed the detonator in his hand down. "Boom!"

With a loud bang, a large hole was blasted in the warehouse wall, big enough for three people to pass through at the same time.

In tropical regions, warehouses are typically single-story brick structures with cement frames, which are not very sturdy unless they are load-bearing columns.

Da She got up from the ground, shaking his head, which was still groggy from the shockwave and the loud noise. "Go!"

Lacking directional explosives, they had to retreat, wasting at least 5 seconds of their prime time for a surprise attack.

The warehouse was lit up. Da She and Da Cang, guns at the ready, rushed out immediately after turning on their night vision goggles. They couldn't possibly rely on Zhao Kehan ​​and his bunch of useless idiots.

He rushed to the side of the large hole, fired two long bursts of fire, "da da da," and then strode diagonally inside.

Da Cang followed behind, crouching halfway at the gap, and pulled the trigger, firing a half-circle of bullets at Da She's side and rear until all bullets were used up.

At the shout of "Reload!", Hai Dazhao strode in and blocked Da She's flank and rear, starting to fire at anyone holding a gun within his line of sight.

"Charge!" Da Cang shouted as he changed his ammunition, and Zhao Kehan ​​and the others gritted their teeth and charged in.

Hesitation at this point would be tantamount to risking one's entire family's life, questioning whether Wang Yaotang was ruthless...

"Second floor, blow it up!" Hai Dazhao shouted.

Da Bo followed behind the three men, pulling the pin on a grenade as he rushed in. He glanced around the warehouse and then threw it up to the second floor.

"boom!"

Finally realizing what was happening, the guards who had been lying on the second floor firing down at the people below were so shocked that they were dizzy, their vision blurred, and they lost their hearing. For a short time, all they could see were double images, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

Real combat is not a movie. Even if a grenade cannot kill a person, the huge explosion and shockwave can temporarily incapacitate them. Due to physical limitations, it is not something that can be avoided by having strong willpower.

After Da Cang finished reloading, he rushed in and threw another grenade at the same time.

"boom!"

Just as the dazed people from the explosion were about to get up, they were hit squarely by the blast, and two unlucky ones were thrown off by the shockwave.

"Ahan, you guys clear the first floor, Da Cang, Da Bo, follow me!" Hai Dazhao roared.

There were only 15 people in the warehouse. 10 were downstairs. The raid killed 4 of them, and when they rushed in, 3 more were killed. The remaining 3 were so scared that they ran deep into the warehouse. Even if Zhao Kehan ​​and his group couldn't kill the enemy, they shouldn't have let them escape.

Wang Yaotang always told them not to be stingy with firepower, to use explosives instead of guns, to fight quickly and decisively, not to worry about harming innocent people, to respect individual fates, and not to drag things out.

In less than two minutes, everyone was killed. The walkie-talkie called the Toyota Hiace outside, and Zhao Kehan ​​and his men used daggers to cut the ropes binding the kidnapped women.

They waved for them to escape, and what happened in the end was not their concern. Their goal was not to rescue hostages, and they didn't have that kind of overflowing compassion.

The car drove in, and eight people carrying gasoline cans from the vehicle began to splash gasoline all over the warehouse. Wang Yaotang didn't care at all about how much stuff Napinan had smuggled or how much it was worth.

The $2300 million they stole is still lying around somewhere unattended!

He just wanted them to die!
After setting the fire, the eight people leisurely got into the car and disappeared into the night under the glow of the flames.

From the first shot to the end, it took 10 minutes. Yao Ge said, "No need to rush, absolutely no need to rush. In Thailand, the police will absolutely not appear at the scene until the gunfire has completely stopped and they are certain it is completely safe."

Wang Yaotang has always liked to complain about the slow response time of the Hong Kong police, but in reality, even in the 80s, the Hong Kong police's response time was already among the best in Asia. There is a reason why the Royal Hong Kong Police Force has always boasted that it is at the pinnacle of Asia.

If Hong Kong police officers say, "Why risk my life for a few thousand dollars a month?", then in Thailand, no police officer would actually risk their life.

In Hong Kong, the total compensation for police officers who died in the line of duty in the 80s exceeded HK$150 million. But in Thailand, a mere ten or twenty thousand dollars is enough to cover the cost.

In the 2020 Nakhon Ratchasima shooting, the three police officers who died in the line of duty received a total of over 2.1 million baht in compensation, averaging about 700,000 baht per person, equivalent to about 150,000 yuan...

But as long as people are alive, and they can live a decent life with all sorts of shady, under-the-table income every month, who would risk their life?

……

Napinan's villa is in a nearby middle-class area; sometimes money isn't everything.

Napinan can afford a house in the affluent area, but because of his status, no house there will be sold to him, not even at double the price. After all, his arrival would lower the overall prestige of the affluent area and could potentially bring security risks, which would have a significant impact on property prices in the affluent area.

Of course, in the end, it all comes down to not having enough money.

If you have enough money, you can buy all the houses and live there, then the area will become a middle-class neighborhood...

In middle-class communities, the level of security varies greatly; at least vehicles can move around freely.

Five minutes ago, a Toyota Hiace drove into the community with an air of nonchalance.

Staring at the license plate number on the roadside, Dazhi said in a low voice, "This is it, get ready."

The villa was lit up. It was only a little past 9 p.m. For gang members, the nightlife was just beginning. If things hadn't been a bit tense lately, they would be drinking in a nightclub, not in a villa.

After giving the order, Dazhi covered his head and slammed the accelerator down on the gas pedal, aiming at the gate.

"boom!"

Like a mad bull, the car crashed directly into the yard and then continued up the steps of the villa before getting stuck.

Hua Jing and Hua Tao jumped out of the car immediately, one pointing his gun at the living room window and the other at the front door, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

The others got out of the car one after another. The two men pulled out the grenades from their waists, held them in their hands for 3 seconds, and then smashed them against the broken window.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Nine people jumped out of the car one after another and immediately opened fire.

After firing a few bursts, Dazhi told the three men to retreat a bit, then aimed their guns at the second floor and fired continuously, breaking the glass before throwing two grenades inside.

"Boom, boom!"

After a wave of metallic storm swept through the living room, one person drew a line of fire at the window, while another climbed in through the window.

The living room was a mess, with more than a dozen people lying in pools of blood, not yet dead, convulsing in pain and glaring at the people who had entered.

There were gang members from Napinam and dancers they had hired. Hua Tao glanced at them and quickly fired his gun. The kind of scene in movies where the protagonist is killed in a pool of blood at the end would never happen to them.

Humans are not actually that fragile. Even if you are hit in the chest by a full-power 7.62mm bullet, as long as it doesn't hit your heart, you will definitely not die within a minute or two.

Most of the time, the reason for losing combat effectiveness is being dominated by fear. This was the main reason why our army was so powerful back then. Even if the equipment was made of a piece of cloth, it was still luxurious. But when it came to actual fighting, we still had to rely on external support.

Everyone quickly entered the villa, two guns blocked the staircase leading to the second floor, and the others quickly cleared the first floor.

"Da da"

They shattered the lock with two shots, threw in a homemade grenade with a fist-sized plastic casing, and after a loud 'boom,' the two rushed in and quickly searched and cleared the area.

Compared to the typical 60-100 grams of explosive charge in hand grenades, this thing contains half a kilogram, is activated by a push-button, requires no fragmentation, and can completely render a person in a small room helpless simply by the shockwave and the loud noise of the explosion.

They brought 100 of these with them, so there's no need to conserve firepower.

Napinan, naked from the waist down, carrying an AK, his face filled with anger, confusion, and fear, was singing at a silver party when he was suddenly robbed...

The sounds of bullets and explosions from upstairs never stopped. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes and hurriedly found a gun to send his underlings down to provide support.

Although these guys hadn't received formal military training, they had fired many guns over the years and had some combat experience. Knowing that the stairs were likely blocked, they carefully moved up the stairs, keeping their guns aimed down. Suddenly, one of them stretched out his gun and fired diagonally downwards, while the other two yelled and jumped around the corner.

"Da da da"

"Da da da"

He had barely landed and didn't even have a chance to stand up before his body was hit by a series of heavy blows, and he collapsed to the ground as soon as he went limp.

In defensive mode, they would definitely not approach the stairwell, and would generally keep a distance of more than 5 meters to avoid being attacked by gunfire or grenades.

What does it mean to be professional?
Seeing his two companions fall to the ground and be eliminated, the last man hurriedly put his gun away in fright. The next instant, the marble on the stairs was shattered by bullets, and if he had been half a second slower, his hand would have been gone.

"Boss, it's no use, they've blocked the way, we can't get down!"

"Damn it, jump out the window!" Napinan wasn't stupid; he wouldn't force his way out. They didn't even know who the attackers were. All he wanted to do was run away. If he could get out, he'd have a chance to turn the tables later.

The two henchmen stood on either side of the broken window, cautiously looking down. The small garden wasn't dark thanks to the light from the first floor, and they scanned the area but didn't see anyone.

Standing by the window, I took a deep breath and jumped out. While I was in mid-air, the entire villa was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Dazhi flipped the switch.

For a moment I couldn't see anything clearly, and my heart was suddenly filled with fear. When I landed, my legs gave way and I screamed in pain because I had twisted my ankle.

Dazhi, who lived near the first-floor window, was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see others suffer. After putting on his night vision goggles, he pulled the trigger, "rat-a-tat," "rat-a-tat."

At a distance of less than 4 meters, with a fixed target, there was no possibility of missing. After knocking them down, we would fire another shot on their heads to ensure they could get on their way as quickly as possible.

Napinan, on the second floor, was deathly pale. Although he couldn't see anything, the abruptly stopped screams made him realize that the two guys who went down were also finished.

Looking around, he saw only two trusted men beside him, apart from the terrified dancer hiding in the corner who was covering her mouth tightly. Everyone else was dead!
"Boss, what should I do?"

“I…” Napinan opened his mouth, he was more panicked than anyone else. He had power and influence, and before he could even enjoy it properly, his body hadn’t even broken down yet, and he was going to die?

He is not willing!

My mind is completely blank right now.

With a "clang," something fell to the ground.

"boom!"

The shockwave violently knocked the three to the ground. Two of them took a few big strides and rushed up to the second floor, quickly scanning left and right. "Da da da," "Da da da," they fired finishing shots, whether the enemy was alive or dead!
A piercing scream from a woman rang out, and two guns were pointed at her. Even after confirming that they were both women, the guns were not lowered.

"Dazhi, turn on the lights!"

I closed the cover of the night vision goggles, shut my eyes, and the power was switched on, illuminating the villa once again.

With night vision goggles to enhance their eyesight, they could quickly familiarize themselves with their surroundings after the sudden bright light. One person was responsible for watching the dancers while the others quickly completed the search. Once they confirmed that Napinan was dead, they drove all the dancers out.

As for the problem of being exposed, Wang Yaotang never intended to hide it. Wasn't the purpose of coming here to give the Bangkok underworld a little shock from the Chinese?

Thailand was able to occupy this region not because they were powerful, but simply because the Chinese community lacked the resources to deal with it. Otherwise, Zheng Xin wouldn't have been able to conquer the entire country with just his fellow Cantonese and Fujianese...

Since you've committed murder, you must set fire to it!

That's perfect.

The car contained gasoline, which was quickly poured into the villa. Dazhi took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and then threw the lighter out like in the movies, not forgetting to curl the corners of his mouth, revealing three parts unruliness, three parts carefree attitude, and four parts domineering aura.

"Damn it, let's go!"

"Damn it!"

"You show-off, may you be struck by lightning!"

Several of his companions who were a step too late immediately started cursing and swearing.

"I regret it. I should have brought a camera to capture my dashing and unrestrained figure. This is better than anything in a movie!"

"Great idea!"

"I don't think it's too late now. Let's talk to Yao-ge about it. We don't have to worry about anything here. It would be a shame not to cherish it!"

"Yes, yes!" (End of Chapter)