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

The Hells Angels not only sell powder, but also deal in arms. The three men with buzz cuts looked at each other, took out a defensive grenade, threw it in, and then quickly covered it up.

"boom!"

The cover was thrown open with a loud 'bang' by the impact, and even if there were people inside, they were knocked unconscious by the shock.

A cold light stick was thrown in for illumination, and a person jumped in. The basement was not large, with iron racks welded to three walls. One side was filled with small canisters, and the other two sides were hung with various firearms, with boxes of ammunition placed below.

nobody!
"Calling the alpha wolf! Calling the alpha wolf! We've located the wild boar's den and found a large quantity of baseball bats and magnesium powder. What should we do?"

"Burn it!" Ah-Ji said into his earpiece as he walked to the door.

"Roger that!"

Ah-Ji listened to the commotion upstairs. The crew-cut guy split into two groups, one attacking the second floor and the other attacking the third floor. They used grenades to clear the way and submachine guns to spray bullets. They quickly and orderly cleared each room, not caring whether the people in the rooms were men or women, old or young. Drug dealers are all bad news, so they should all be killed!

As for the so-called leader of the Hell Angels, Ajax didn't actually care.

The leader, whose men had all been killed, posed no threat. Even if he hadn't died this time, other factions wouldn't have given him another chance.

He glanced around the pizza shop, then quickly walked to a corner and picked up a shot that had missed its target.

"Dig it up, bleed it out!" Aji swept the debris on the ground with his foot and pointed to a corpse on the ground with his chin.

A man with a buzz cut put down his gun, pulled out a dagger, and slashed at the corpse's neck, blood gushing out.

Ah-Ji used a mop to plug the wound, and it soon became full of blood. He gripped the mop with both hands as if it were a spear, and wrote two characters on the ground, stroke by stroke: "Sheng Yi" (meaning "to surpass righteousness").
After finishing writing, he took a few steps back and looked at it with satisfaction. By this time, the upstairs area had also finished cleaning. The two men with buzz cuts found a large safe in the big boss's room and struggled to carry it out.

"Push it down."

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Ah-Ji was startled by the sound. What was going on?
Just like an earthquake!
A short while later, a black safe rolled out of the stairwell.

"What are you going to do with it? It's so heavy."

"Brother Ji, you've got money, we can't just leave it to drug dealers, can we?" the crew-cut man, covered in sweat, said with a smile.

“It would be a waste to leave it to the foreign police,” another person added.

"Damn it!" Ah Ji understood what they meant immediately. Boss Qian didn't think much of them, but they, the lower-level employees, did.

"Do you have the strength to carry it up? Hurry up, we need to get out of here, the police are really coming soon."

"We've got the strength!" the crew-cut men shouted in unison.

On the other side, at a nightclub.

The main door was tightly shut, and the windows on the first and second floors were sealed off. A man with a buzz cut rushed to the door, pulled out plastic explosives, and quickly stuck them on the door.

"Explode." The detonator in his hand was pressed down sharply.

"boom!"

The massive iron gate shattered into pieces, spinning like a death scythe as it flew out. Just then, three criminals were bragging and chatting nearby.
"puff!"

"Crack!"

"Dangdang!"

A human head flew into the air, and the blood spurting from the severed neck sprayed onto the more than 5-meter-high ceiling and then splashed in all directions, leaving a blood-red pattern resembling a blooming sunflower.

The other person fell straight forward with a smile on his face. A door panel was thrown diagonally from behind, severing the back of his head and most of his neck. He died without any pain.

A broken door panel sliced ​​through a criminal's waist, splitting him in two and slamming him to the ground. His intestines spilled out everywhere, but he wasn't dead yet. He looked around blankly for a few moments before his gaze focused on his lower body, which was covered by familiar pants. He didn't realize what was happening until he saw the familiar pants on his lower body. Whether it was the pain or the fear, he opened his mouth to scream, but the lack of air pressure in his abdomen prevented him from making a sound. He could only frantically scratch at the ground with his hands.

Before the smoke had cleared, the three men with buzz cuts rushed in, their eyes casually sweeping over the half-dead, still-struggling corpses. After all, they were veterans who had been on the battlefield, and they rushed over without even blinking. They spread out their firing lines along both sides of the nightclub, aimed their guns at people within a 30° angle in front of them, and pulled the triggers, running and firing at the same time.

"Da da!"

"Da da!"

"Da da!"

The criminal gang members inside the nightclub were so shocked by the sudden explosion that their eardrums ruptured and they were dizzy. Faced with the buzz-cut man rushing in, they forgot to dodge for a moment and were swept down in just a few seconds.

We can't all block the entrance; we need to make way for subsequent attacking units to enter.

Immediately afterwards, two men with buzz cuts rushed in, throwing offensive grenades to the left and right at an angle, then crouching low with guns in hand, using tables and chairs as cover, and followed them in.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Offensive grenades use the shockwave of an explosion as their killing mechanism. They do not contain steel balls and have a small kill radius, allowing the thrower to launch an attack.

Wan Yang led the last three men in, guns pointed at each other, and pulled the triggers all the way down, unleashing a burst of fire at the suspended private room on the second floor.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

About half a meter above the second-floor concrete slab, a fairly straight hole was punched in the tempered glass, and the glass shattered into snowflake-like pieces with a series of cracking sounds.

"Reload!" Wan Yang shouted.

The first wave of attackers took turns aiming their guns at the second floor and firing in long bursts. They couldn't see if anyone was inside through the one-way glass, but they kept firing!
Ten Type 56 assault rifles, and it's a surprise attack, the firepower is absolutely excessive, so just waste it!
He reloaded while running, rushed to the stairs on either side leading to the second floor, and threw up two defensive grenades with a "clang, clang".

"boom!"

"boom!"

Amid the explosions, they rushed up the stairs, firing a burst of gunfire. The others then took advantage of the suppressed fire to jump up to the second floor.

Nightclubs have a simple structure, making them much easier to clean than pizza shops; the job can be done in about three minutes.

Wan Yang called out to the crew-cut man at the door who was filming with a camera. When he saw the camera turn around, he took out a grenade, shook it, and threw it into the bar.

"boom!"

The entire wall of liquor shattered and gushed down.

He casually pulled down his mask, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, tossed one up and it landed right in his mouth. He then lit the cigarette with a brass lighter and tossed it onto the bar counter.

The expected "boom" of flames did not occur. Wan Yang's eyes widened, and he almost dropped his cigarette. "Damn it, why didn't it light?"

"Isn't it possible that most of this stuff is wine, not vodka? How could it possibly catch fire?" a voice murmured.

"Damn it!" Wan Yang took a deep drag. "Damn it, where's the gasoline? Do you have any gasoline?!"

Do nightclubs sell gasoline?

"I guess they won't sell it."

"Damn it, you guys have had enough!"

"Pfft, hahahaha——"

Everyone looked relaxed; the petty criminal was easily dealt with.

"Let's go, let's go, what a disappointment. The weapons storage here is still too incomplete. There are no recoilless rifles, no napalm bombs. Killing without burning, it just feels like something is missing!" Wan Yang grumbled. He had to complain to Yao Ge about this when he got back.

……

Brisbane Police Alarm Centre.

"Hey, I'm calling the police! Someone's using an RPG to bomb the street, come quick!"

"Okay, sir, where is the location?" The operator remained calm. It was just an RPG; he'd been an operator for six months and had never received a call before.

Forget about RPGs, he even received a report that someone had detonated a nuclear bomb in the city center. He was wondering how he was still alive!

"On Eucalyptus Lane!"

"Okay, sir, who is using the RPG?"

"Someone really used an RPG to bombard us! They fired several shots!" the person who called the police shouted.

"Oh, so how many shots were fired exactly?"

"I don't know, I fucking don't know, I'm crazy enough to count this!"

"Oh, then may I ask how many people are on the other side?"

"I fucking said I don't know! You guys come quick, they've stormed in and are killing people!"

"Okay sir, thank you for calling the police. The police will handle it as soon as possible." After saying that, the operator hung up the phone, cracked his neck, and then transferred the call to the patrol team on Eucalyptus Lane, asking them to go to the scene to check the situation.

I had just placed an order when I suddenly heard a piercing alarm sounding from the police headquarters, signaling an emergency assembly. The operator looked up abruptly, completely bewildered. What was going on?
What major emergency has occurred?

After a moment of bewilderment, I suddenly shuddered. Could it be that I really called the police just now?

Does anyone actually use an RPG in the city center?

Crazy!
The police chief, who was on his way home after get off work, went crazy. The police station had just called him on the radio to report that terrorists had launched an attack in the city, possessing a large number of automatic weapons and firing multiple RPGs!

The patrol officers on Eucalyptus Lane were having coffee at a cafe diagonally opposite the Hells Angels warehouse headquarters. Patrol officers, of course, know their patrol area inside and out; they know exactly where trouble is most likely to occur. Instead of blindly patrolling, they'd stake out the area. And this time, they caught a big one!

Ah-Jie, who was half-crouched on the street firing 40mm rounds, was right next to the coffee shop. The two patrol officers by the window could see him clearly and clearly see the murderous intent in Ah-Jie's cold eyes.

The coffee cups in their hands slammed onto the table with a bang as the blast wave hit them. They just stared blankly as Aji launched four rockets in a row, completely unable to react.

When Ah-Ji stood up and his gaze inadvertently met the two men's at the coffee shop window, they suddenly shivered, feeling their bodies go limp and all their strength seem to be instantly drained from their bodies, causing them to slide under the table.

Should I rush out and shout to stop them?
Or should we shoot and kill the terrorists?
They had no idea what to do; they were just afraid that madman would turn around and shoot them right now!
Even Australia's most ruthless crime syndicates wouldn't dare to randomly bomb things in the city with RPGs!
For several minutes afterward, neither of them dared to come out from under the table; they remained hidden underneath when reporting via walkie-talkie.

The emergency alarm sounded, and all the frontline operatives at headquarters sprang to their feet, exchanged glances, and quickly jogged toward the weapons depot.

"Does anyone know what happened?"

"I don't know."

"Tony, ask the guys at the 911."

An emergency assembly was held at around 5 a.m. The last time something like this happened was two years ago, when two major "groups" clashed in a large-scale shootout. Both sides were armed with a large number of automatic weapons. During the arrest operation, 4 police officers were killed, 7 were seriously injured, and 15 were slightly injured!
Many people present had experienced that battle and still remember it vividly. Now that it has recurred, they cannot help but be cautious.

Your life is your own, why risk it for a few thousand yuan a month!
Australia is not Siam, at least the police don't need to buy their own weapons. They are all officially issued. Everyone has bulletproof vests and automatic weapons, so everyone is very enthusiastic. Within five minutes, they finished collecting their weapons, went downstairs, and quickly got into their cars. More than a dozen police cars sped towards Eucalyptus Lane.

On his first visit to Australia, Ah-Ji naturally had to bring some exciting gifts for the locals. He lit a fire and smiled, "It's free, you're welcome."

After setting the fire, they all rushed outside as fast as they could. The Toyota Hiace was already running, but the piercing sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

Ah-Jie tilted his head to listen for a moment, then a slight twitch appeared on his expressionless face. "Give the Australian police a little shock from the Chinese."

"OK, Brother Ji!"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

After driving about a hundred meters, the car braked suddenly and stopped. The two men jumped out of the car and quickly shouldered the 40mm guns loaded with bullets, kneeling on the ground and aiming in the direction of the siren.

After waiting for about ten seconds, a police car came into view in the distance.

When the crew-cut man saw the police car, his eyes lit up with excitement. Back in the Korean War, Australia had responded to the call to action and deployed its army and air force to participate in military operations on the Korean battlefield. Everyone regretted being born too late to participate in that great war, but now it was a good opportunity to make up for it.

In the lead police cars, the Australian police naturally saw the camouflage uniforms of the man crouching on the ground carrying a rocket launcher. The expressions of the people in the two cars ahead instantly turned to terror. The drivers reflexively released the accelerator and swerved the steering wheel sharply. One car rushed onto the sidewalk and crashed straight into a coffee shop, while the other car simply crashed through the guardrail, entered the opposite lane, and then swerved to escape.

"Boom!"

White smoke filled the air.

The kangaroos on the two cars behind were screaming in terror; if there were a camera, it would surely have captured the terrified expressions on their faces.

"boom!"

A massive fireball exploded, instantly blasting the car into a pile of wreckage that shot out in all directions.

The two cars behind slammed on their gas pedals, and the vehicles swerved sideways and drifted away. The occupants instinctively covered their heads, and the car windows were shattered by the shockwave and debris. The engulfing flames and shockwaves instantly set the hair and beards of the occupants ablaze, and their shrill screams could be heard clearly from dozens of meters away.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

A series of car crashes rang out, and the people in the police cars behind were completely stunned by the horrific explosion.

"it is good!"

A group of men in the Toyota roared excitedly. Two men with buzz cuts quickly reloaded their weapons. The relatively straight road served as the perfect sight. They pulled the trigger, "Thump!"

"boom!"

Another huge explosion occurred, and a fireball rolled into the sky. The shockwave overturned everything at the center of the explosion, and the sound shattered all the glass within a 30-meter radius.

"Let's go." Ah Ji called out, and the two men with buzz cuts jumped into the car. They stepped on the gas, and the Toyota Hiace sped off with a screeching sound as the tires rubbed against the ground.

None of the Brisbane police gave chase; they were all too shocked by the attacker's madness to move. It was a rocket launcher, a heavy weapon capable of taking down tanks. How dare their beat-up police cars receive such treatment?

Chase?
Who dares to chase them!

Many of our comrades have been injured in the explosions ahead, so rescuing them is of course more important!

The lieutenant in charge of the team breathed a long sigh of relief as the terrorists' Toyota disappeared from sight, then quickly got out of the car, shouting, "Quick, save them!"

"Fuck you, you damn lunatics, I will never let you get away with this!"

"I will definitely kill you to avenge my brothers!" the lieutenant roared through gritted teeth, slamming his fist hard on the roof of the vehicle.

Damn, that scared me to death!

If these lunatics take this opportunity to attack them, he'll probably be going to meet his maker.

Aji's car hadn't gone far when it met up with Wan Yang. They communicated via walkie-talkie and rushed towards the designated evacuation point together.

Five kilometers away, Dafei and another person stood by the roadside, looking anxiously ahead. A rather large van was parked by the roadside, and there were many cigarette butts on the ground.

"Big brother, you're here!"

The younger brother suddenly shouted something.

Dafei gently exhaled the stale air from his chest and quickly stepped forward to meet him.

Two Toyotas braked suddenly and stopped on the side of the road. The doors opened and a group of men in camouflage uniforms with buzz cuts jumped out.

"Brother Ji, how's it going?" Dafei asked, forcing a smile.

“Of course.” Aji smiled.

"That's good. The car is ready. There's water and food on board, and the diesel is full, enough to run for over a thousand kilometers," Dafei said with a smile, completely relieved.

"Haha, okay, then I'll leave this to you."

"Don't worry, I've been prepared for this for a long time." Dafei patted his chest.

The crew-cut men quickly boarded the van, and Ah-Jack got into the passenger seat. Without exchanging pleasantries, the white driver stepped on the gas and the van sped off.

Dafei glanced at his underlings. "Hurry up, the police will be catching up soon."

The two got into the big plane and sped off onto another street.

Eucalyptus Lane was in chaos. Ambulances and fire trucks arrived to carry out rescue operations, followed by television broadcast vans and a large number of reporters. The lieutenant in charge had no desire to appear on television looking like that. Seeing the host rushing up with a microphone, he shouted without saying a word, "Get in the car, give chase! We must bring these terrorists to justice!"

Six police cars sped off one after another, leaving viewers in front of their televisions with only a tall, imposing figure, fiercely opposed to evil.

Half an hour later, after a city-wide manhunt, the two Toyota Hiace vehicles driven by the terrorists were finally located. However, the Toyotas were now engulfed in flames, and the air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell of burning.

If it hadn't caught fire, they still wouldn't have found it...

Dafei and his companion changed cars and left more than ten minutes ago. They even changed cars again in a parking lot along the way. Now that there are no surveillance cameras, it's impossible to find them.

Meanwhile, the van carrying Aji and the others was almost out of Brisbane.

Logically, the police should have imposed a citywide curfew and blocked the roads, but the suburban police stations were likely short-staffed due to being off-duty and reacted slowly. It wasn't until an hour later that they set up roadblocks on several roads leading out of the city and began strict checks.

The police are of one mind, especially when facing criminals who dare to kill officers. They are united in their hatred of the enemy and must be dealt with in the most severe way. This is to maintain the dignity of the police and protect everyone's lives.

But there are different levels of problems... The military should be deployed when dealing with this kind of madman. The police's duty is to maintain society, not to go to the battlefield!

Police officers' lives matter too!

……

"Brother Ji, where are we going?"

"You can speak Chinese?" Aji looked at the white man next to him with some surprise.

The white man patted his chest and gave a thumbs-up, "Absolutely!"

"Pfft!" Ah Ji couldn't help but spit it out. "Why is your accent still Northeastern?"

"I'm from Northeast China!"

"No, wait a minute..." Ah Ji looked a little constipated. He looked closely at the driver next to him. His skin was indeed not that fair, his arms were covered in black hair, and he had a light black beard on his face.

“My dad was in the 40th Army of the Fourth Field Army. He was wounded during the liberation of Hainan and stayed there. He didn’t make it to the North Korean battlefield. After recovering, he couldn’t stay there because it was too hot and humid. So he went to the Philippines with the locals. Later, he came to Australia. He met my mother here and stayed here. I live in Chinatown, so of course I can speak Chinese.”

“Okay, I thought you were white.” Ajax smiled and shook his head.

"Brother, why are you insulting me? I, Liu Jianhua, am a descendant of Yan and Huang, the purest kind. You can't look at me with prejudice!"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Ah Ji suppressed a laugh.

"Brother Ji, where are we going? Brother Dafei means to go to Bandburg, which is the fifth largest city in Australia. There is an airport there that can fly directly to Papua New Guinea."

"convenient?"

"Nothing's inconvenient at all. We Chinese people travel through New Guinea like nothing, it's super convenient!"

"real or fake?"

"It is a must!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say..." (End of Chapter)