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

Red Devil Casino is the largest underground casino in Pattaya.

Saying it's underground isn't quite accurate. It was a relatively sturdy building with four floors above ground and one floor below. The first and second floors were casinos, the third and fourth floors were brothels, and the basement was where Australian and German veterans of the Hells Angels lived.

Yes, they don't live upstairs.

The upstairs is used for offices, and the basement has been expanded to have a relatively strong fortress function.

After two 40mm rounds completely ripped open the casino door, the crew-cut guy rushed in and started firing wildly.

Let alone these gamblers, even the retired soldiers of the Hells Angels were stunned by the 40 fire. When they saw someone rushing in with a gun, these guys were the first to react and hid in the crowd without thinking.

To them, no, to normal human beings, these raiders might be from another force, or even an army, but no one would fire on civilians under any circumstances.

This is inhumane!

Anyone who massacres civilians will be...

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

Before the thought was even out of his head, the crew-cut guy who rushed in started firing wildly. There were no men or women, no old or weak, no good or bad. Under 7.62, everyone was equal!

Anyone who appears here is nothing more than a humanoid creature wearing human skin. Kill them all!
Blood was accompanied by screams!

Gunshots mingled with explosions!

The crew members with buzz cuts spread out to the left and right, firing in a crisscross pattern, clearing the scene at an extremely fast pace.

The guards at the four corners of the hall, armed with guns, reacted instantly by pulling out small water pipes from their waists and firing "piu~" "piu~" "piu~"

The scene was in complete chaos. All the survivors were in a daze, their biological instincts driving them to run away from the crew-cut man. They ran headfirst into the gun barrels of the Hell Angels guards and collapsed to the ground.

After the gambler took the first wave of damage, the crew-cut man immediately turned his gun towards him.

"Da da da"

The Hells Angels' men were struck on the spot as if they had been electrocuted, twitching a few times before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"Stop killing!"

The squad leader had just set off 40 firecrackers outside when he came in and saw the crew-cut guy going on a killing spree...

At a single command, the gunfire ceased immediately, and everyone turned to look. Had the squad leader gone too far?
It's not that everyone was too relaxed; these drug dealers were just too rotten. They didn't give them any chance to find cover, safe corners, strong positions, or set up firing lines!
"Drive them up to the second floor!" the squad leader shouted immediately afterward.

"Fuck!"

"It's the class monitor who got it back, what a fucking bastard!"

Everyone was laughing, but they acted swiftly. There was no need to shout or worry about whether language could be used to communicate. Using bullets as a guide was more persuasive than any language!

With such a commotion on the first floor, the second floor naturally reacted, but...

The second floor is a high-end gambling hall. Those who can gamble here are either prominent local figures or wealthy patrons from Europe and America. To show respect for their "big spenders," the Hells Angels have very few henchmen here. Instead, there are scantily clad, hot female waitresses and muscular male waiters wearing only boxer shorts.

The man with the buzz cut chased the gamblers on the first floor up the stairs, only to be met head-on by Hell Angels thugs who rushed down from the third and fourth floors after hearing the commotion.

Seeing the panicked and terrified gamblers, the thugs hesitated for a moment.

They're all big spenders!
They were all victims!

What kind of beast would shoot at these unarmed people who have no debts?!
Hesitating for a moment, I instinctively made way for the crowd to rush through. It was chaotic, with all I could hear were cries and shouts. I couldn't even hear my own people speaking, let alone ask questions.

Just as they were at a loss, two men with buzz cuts, crouching low and following the crowd, pointed their guns directly at the gamblers in front of them and pulled the triggers without any regard for the gamblers in front of them.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

Gunshots rang out suddenly. Before the thugs could even see where the guns came from, they fell down along with the gamblers in front of them. The entire wall was stained red with blood, and there were bits of flesh stuck to the wall, or maybe organs or brains, who knows.

With the biological shields providing cover, the crew-cut guys rushed up to the second floor in one go. The squad leader left three people to clear out the thugs and gamblers on the second floor, while the others continued to drive the crowd to attack the third and fourth floors.

This time, things didn't go so smoothly. The Hells Angels' thugs finally reacted and shot anyone who rushed forward after them, except for the gamblers who had already charged up. As a result, all the gamblers were trapped in the stairwell, numbering more than 20.

"Squad leader, what should we do?"

The class monitor scratched his head, realizing that this hadn't been taught before!

At the border, the battlefields were mostly jungles, and there were very few opportunities for urban warfare. I only learned about indoor warfare after arriving in Hong Kong.

Taking a few steps back, the squad leader glanced at the gamblers huddled together on the second floor, trembling under the gun barrels. He immediately called the control tower for instructions, "Calling the tower, this is the 2nd squad of the 3rd platoon. Target: Hell Angels Red Devil Casino. Situation..."

"We're here to clean up the garbage and bring a better life to Pattaya. Workers can screw in screws, farmers can cultivate the land, but what can gamblers do? These scoundrels can't do anything. They only ruin the security and send all the money to criminals. So, it's very important for us that they're not around!" Hai Dazhao said loudly. After following Wang Yaotang for so long, he had also learned to talk about grand principles.

"Give them equal treatment!"

"Understood." The call ended, and the squad leader silently raised his gun. "Pick out those waiters."

then……

"Da da da--"

Actions speak louder than words.

What's more convincing than actions is 7.62!

More than 40 gamblers on the second floor, and more than 20 people blocking the area between the second and third floors... were all beaten to death on the spot!

The crackling sound of gunpowder exploding!

The sound of bullets hitting flesh!

A death scream!

The Hell Angels thugs who came down from the third and fourth floors were pale and weak-kneed. They had killed, raped, and dismembered people. They thought nothing could frighten them anymore, but now... they were terrified, terrified to death!

The group that attacked could not possibly be military personnel; the military isn't that ruthless!
They are even less likely to be competitors.

They didn't know who they were, but they knew that these people were ruthless killers!
Only a devil would instigate such a massacre!
How do you fight someone like that?
There's no way they can win!
Who can we rely on? The police?

There couldn't possibly be any police!
Escape, must escape!
Once the thought arises, it's impossible to suppress it.

On the second floor, the crew-cut men dragged away the bodies blocking the stairs. Soon, one of them ran over carrying two buckets of gasoline. "Squad leader, we found these in the casino's kitchen. There are also several large oil drums; they used them for backup power generation."

"Alright!" The squad leader tore off a piece of cloth from the dead man's body and loosely plugged the oil drum opening, saying as he did so, "The third and fourth floors are both gun emplacements, easy to defend and difficult to attack. We don't have that much time to waste. Set them on fire, force them to jump out of the windows, and then kill them!"

After giving the instructions, he took out a lighter, lit it, and swung his arm, sending the 10L oil drum arcing up to the third floor.

"Oh!"

The oil drum didn't break, but the shredded cloth that had been set on fire fell out, and the gasoline gushed out and was instantly ignited. The fire quickly spread throughout the stairwell.

The second oil drum thrown up wasn't blocked at all; the gasoline started spraying in mid-air, and with a "boom," it exploded and ignited. The shockwave sent the gasoline spraying more than ten meters, and most of the corridor was covered in flames.

A steady stream of gasoline was brought up by shirtless waiters and maids in swimsuits. More than 100 kilograms of gasoline were thrown into the third floor. The carved wooden doors could not withstand such a large fire and soon began to smoke and catch fire.

Four men with buzz cuts were assigned to find cover and guard the front and back of the building, while the others blocked the entrance to the basement. Two men pushed an 80-centimeter-long oil drum over, knocked it over, pried open the stopper, and poured gasoline into the basement!

"Could it be through the sewers? The gasoline has leaked out?" the man with the buzz cut asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." The squad leader shook his head nonchalantly. "I don't think Pattaya's drainage system is that advanced. It doesn't really matter, they'll die anyway if it burns down."

"It has ventilation openings, right?"

"You idiot, you didn't pay attention in class. Most people in fires aren't burned to death, they're suffocated by carbon monoxide. Alright, damn it, light the fire!" The class monitor waved his hand casually. "Don't open the other oil drum, just throw it in. We've already wasted too much time."

"What if they all burn and we have to collect the bodies?"

"How should I know? Let the waiters carry it all! Carry as much as they can, and burn the rest!"

"Sir, the death toll has exceeded expectations." Hai Dazhao took a moment to switch channels to the observation team in the sky.

"What happened?" Wang Yaotang asked.

This channel connects to all the helicopters; it was said to be for them to watch the live stream.

"The Hells Angels' Red Devil Casino is quite crowded; frontline reports indicate there are over 150 gamblers inside."

"Damn it, going gambling at 3 a.m.? Don't they have jobs? This is the off-season in Macau," Wang Yaotang cursed. "Are you trying to tell me someone's been murdered?"

One sentence sent a chill down the spines of the more than 60 wealthy Chinese listening in the channel, and many of them turned pale.

First of all, gambling is prohibited in Thailand.

Secondly, the Red Devil Casino is the largest and most luxurious casino in Pattaya, and these people occasionally gamble at the casino when they come to Pattaya for vacation...

If the reason for coming to Pattaya wasn't to watch a live-fire exercise, at least half the people here would have gone to the casinos.

"Wait, what does this mean? The second floor of the Red Devil Casino, the second floor..."

"What happened on the second floor?" Wang Yaotang asked in a deep voice.

"The people on the second floor are all of high social standing," the voice said urgently.

"Heh." Wang Yaotang scoffed. "How do I compare to you?"

The speaker suddenly froze, his clothes instantly soaked with sweat.

On the helicopter, Liu Shirong pressed down on his son's hand, which was on the communicator. "Ayao, I'm sorry, the younger generation is ignorant. Please continue."

After saying that, he glared at his son and said, "You are not allowed to go to the casino again."

"Dazhao, you continue."

"Yes, they were all killed. There were too many people, and the underground fortifications and the small rooms upstairs were difficult to breach, so I ordered the building to be set on fire." Hai Dazhao took all the blame upon himself.

"It's just burning down a building, a minor matter. If we can't handle all the corpses, so be it. Disposing of the corpses is just to save face for the local government, it's not necessary. After the first wave of attacks, slow down a bit. Those forces in the city aren't stupid. They can't possibly not hear the gunfire. They'll be on guard later." Wang Yaotang looked down as two cars screeched to a halt in front of a marked building. Several people got out and hurriedly ran inside, clearly having come to assemble after hearing the noise.

It's normal that these criminals' first thought wasn't to escape.

Thailand has never had a precedent for large-scale military and police operations against criminal groups, so criminals are mostly thinking about conflicts between different forces, and to avoid being caught in the crossfire, they naturally pool their resources.

If it were Hong Kong, well... Wang Yaotang wouldn't dare do that in Hong Kong. He could ignore the British Hong Kong government, but he would have to consider the thoughts of his hometown.

"We need to maximize firepower suppression and minimize our casualties. Send the recoilless rifles up, don't be stingy with ammunition. Blow them up and then clean up." Wang Yaotang's voice was flat, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

The old guys watching from the helicopters gasped in shock. "Are you crazy? Is it really necessary?"
Isn't it normal for there to be some casualties in this kind of combat?
Using artillery to deal with a group of criminals is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. Don't they really consider the public opinion impact at all?

"Received," Hai Dazhao said loudly.

Previously, each squad could only carry one 40mm gun launcher and four shells. Recoilless guns were not squad weapons, so they were not carried.

Fortunately, we had a reserve team. We brought six guns with us this time and arranged for them to be sent up immediately.

Recoilless guns are perfect for urban warfare. They can be pulled on a small cart or even carried on a jog in a pinch. They can be used on the street or on a rooftop. From preparation to firing, it can be done in as little as one minute.

……

Pattaya Road 3, a place for outlaws.

"What's going on over there?"

"The Red Devils' casino is on fire?"

The desperate men stood on the rooftop, tiptoeing, looking towards the direction of the raging fire.

Pattaya is a small city with a permanent population of only 5 to 7. There are only a few main streets. The locations of various criminal gangs are not far apart. You might not be able to hear the gun barrels very clearly, but you can definitely hear the noise from the 40mm guns.

Seven or eight people stood on the rooftop, looking around. Either buildings blocked their view, or the buildings were higher than them, so they couldn't see clearly. But the faint sounds of gunfire and explosions from all four directions of the city made them very vigilant.

Looking out into the distance, my gaze swept over the territory of the 'Mongolian Brotherhood' and I happened to see a few people standing on the rooftop there. We exchanged a glance and I could tell that they were also confused.

After finishing their current battle, the three squads took a short break, confirmed the direction of their next target, and then jogged forward, hugging the buildings along the street.

Making such a commotion and then casually driving up to someone's doorstep isn't a surprise attack, it's like delivering vegetables!

A few gunshots came flying, and before you even had a chance to get out of the car, you'd be riddled with bullets.

Of course, these criminals may not be so vigilant or well-trained, but that is no excuse for recklessness.

The longest distance was no more than 1 kilometer, all of which involved long-term weight training, and it took about 5 minutes to jog across.

After closing the distance to within 20 meters by hugging the wall, they immediately spread out, threw a smoke grenade to block the view, and the group quickly rushed to the other side and forced their way into the house to set up their position.

Just then, a Toyota drove up, the back door opened, and two people jumped out of the car carrying a 2-meter-long cannon barrel.

The Type 56 75mm recoilless gun has a caliber of 75mm, a barrel length of 2.124 meters, a barrel weight of 34 kg, a gun carriage weight of 16 kg, an armor-piercing shell weight of 6.58 kg, a high-explosive shell weight of 8.8 kg, and a homogeneous steel armor penetration depth of 150-180 mm.

The people peeping through the windows along the street were dumbfounded. Was that a cannon?

The three men quickly assembled the cannon and cart. No observation or aiming equipment was needed; they could simply lay it flat and fire within the city, requiring no aiming at all, just a general range.

Half a pound of ash will scatter anything within 10 meters, no matter what it is!

As the smoke cleared at the target's entrance, the established firing positions immediately opened fire, "rat-a-tat-tat," "rat-a-tat-tat."

At just 30 meters, well-trained soldiers can easily suppress four adjacent firing positions with submachine guns. With four people taking turns firing, they can ensure 4% that no one can peek out from within the angle of the recoilless rifle.

Among the outlaws were many retired soldiers who exclaimed in surprise when they saw the smoke grenade: "Who the hell would use this stuff? This guy is definitely a professional."

But why would the military launch an attack on them? No, it was clearly aimed at all the criminal gangs in the city.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, several leaders who were lying on the rooftop couldn't wait to peek out to see what was going on. But the moment they peeked out, Thomas Kinna heard a series of gunshots, and at the same time, he felt something splatter on his left cheek. Almost reflexively, he dropped to the ground and saw that the skull of the person next to him had been half blown open, with red and white fluids gushing out.

The concrete in front of him was shattered by bullets, and Thomas Kinna had to move back a little to avoid it before quickly climbing toward the stairwell.

They are definitely professional soldiers!
He's a fucking pro!
Damn it, what on earth is going on?!

The three of them had just climbed to the top of the stairs and were about to go down when they heard a loud "thump," followed by a loud "boom!"

The building shook violently a few times, and Thomas Kinna lost his balance and fell down the stairs.

The moment he rolled down, he felt not pain but terror—cannons, cannons!

He no longer wanted to know who had launched the attack, nor did he want to fight back; all he wanted to do was run away!
Damn it, how can a brick building with a thickness of 24 meters withstand artillery fire!

Shaking his head, which was still dizzy from the shock, he staggered twice before finally getting up from the ground. Without thinking, he rushed downstairs.

Second floor. Once you get to the second-floor window, jump out. There are cars behind you. Once you get in a car, you can run away!

"Quick, reload!"

Stumbling and staggering, I reached the second floor and was met with a scene of utter devastation. A large hole had been punched in the wall, all the glass was shattered, a huge crater had been blasted into the floor slab, exposing the steel bars in the middle, and the center had been completely blown through. The hall looked as if it had been swept by a tornado, with everything being swept to the walls by the shockwave.

Not a single living person!
There were quite a few mangled pieces of corpses to be seen. Thomas Kinna didn't care about anything else and rushed towards the window, pushing open the window frame to climb down. The other two people behind him had already caught up.

"Quickly!" Thomas Kinna shouted at this moment, reminding everyone that they should bring their trusted confidants along without them becoming a burden, so that they would have the capital to turn things around.

Thomas Kinna was just halfway through waving his hand when he turned and jumped.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Half his body was ejected out of the window. Thomas Kinna's last vestiges of consciousness glanced down at himself. "Where's my butt?" (End of Chapter)