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

At 5:30 p.m., the program playing on the TV suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, the picture quickly switched, and a woman with delicate features appeared on the TV. This familiar scene immediately piqued the interest of everyone watching.

There's only one possible reason for this: big news has happened!

"Viewers, this is a live report. I'm Olivia, and I'm currently on Eucalyptus Lane in Brisbane. An attack has just occurred here..."

The camera pans to a street on the television screen. The sound from the scene is jarring, filled with shouts, flashing police lights, yelling firefighters, rushing medical personnel, and burning police cars. The scene is chaotic. As the camera pans, you can see thick smoke billowing from a building more than 30 meters away.

Olivia reappeared on camera, looking extremely excited, her face flushed an unnatural red. "According to on-site interviews, an attack just occurred here. The attackers were all armed with automatic weapons, using grenades and RPG rockets to attack a three-story building in front. The police responded immediately after receiving the report and were subsequently bombarded by the attackers' RPGs. The police suffered heavy losses, and the exact number of casualties is currently unknown..."

The camera then pans to the street where firefighters have just extinguished a blaze, where a large crater can be clearly seen in the ground – the result of a rocket explosion.

At Sydney Airport, the airport police sergeant watched the scene on television with an angry expression. He was also a police officer and felt the pain deeply.

The TV presenter began speaking to eyewitnesses.

"I was just eating in the coffee shop when the attacker's car stopped right in front of me. I saw two people jump out, one using an RPG and the other loading it..."

"I was waiting for my ride here when the attackers were very fierce; they launched their attack in several waves..."

“They were all wearing camouflage uniforms, carrying AKs, with grenades on their bodies, and wearing masks. You ask what the most memorable thing is…” The witness frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up. “I remember now, they all had the same hairstyle, very short buzz cuts!”

Upon hearing this, the airport police chief suddenly jumped up from his chair, his mind instantly flashing back to the scene of his confrontation with the group of Chinese people the day before.

It's them!
His intuition told him it definitely was!

Thinking of this, he immediately rushed out, shouting, "Camilla, Camilla, find yesterday's video, the one with those 20 Chinese people!"

The airport police chief seemed very excited.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Just now in Brisbane..."

"Wait!" Camilla turned and glared at the sheriff. "Even if it's them, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I'll catch..." He shuddered violently halfway through his sentence.

“Boss, we’re just airport police. What happens in Brisbane has nothing to do with us. Automatic weapons, grenades, RPGs—do you know what that means?” Camilla said seriously. “I just want to go to get off work and come home quietly, and have dinner prepared by my wife when I get home. I don’t want to cause any trouble!”

The sheriff looked dejected. "It's just a matter of handing over the videotape."

Hopefully, the General Police Department will send troops to arrest him.

The reason they're called "Tu'ao" (土澳, literally "local Australia") is because they really have no self-awareness. They always think of themselves as a great and powerful country with a high international status, and they put on a very high-sounding tone both domestically and internationally.

The same thing happened in Siam, where the police waited until things calmed down before showing up. But not in Australia; they rushed in to see what would happen. Now, eight people are dead and six are injured. The police have lost face, and the matter has quickly escalated to the National Police Headquarters.

The news report showed the two characters 'Sheng Yi' written in human blood, proving that the incident was committed by Chinese people. Coupled with the video footage from Sydney Airport, the police immediately designated the 'Sheng Yi Group' as a terrorist organization and issued a nationwide arrest warrant for 20 people, including Ah Ji.

……

Bundeburg Airport, General Manager's Office.

There was a knock on the door, and Blackburn pressed the open button. His secretary walked in from outside.

"Mr. General Manager, the ticketing department just reported that 21 Chinese people have purchased plane tickets," the secretary said softly.

“What’s the problem?” Blackburn asked, frowning.

“A few hours ago, the Canberra Police announced that the Chinese organization ‘Sheng Yi Group’ was a terrorist organization and issued arrest warrants for 21 members of the group. The information on the tickets I just booked shows that the other party is of Chinese descent. Should I report this to the police?”

"Where are they going?"

New Guinea.

A knowing glint flashed in Blackburn's eyes. "What makes you so sure they're wanted criminals?"

"Uh..." The secretary was a little confused.

"Just focus on your job and don't worry about anything else, understand?"

"Yes, Mr. General Manager."

The general manager pointed to the door and said, "Now, get out!"

The secretary bowed her head and left.

Blackburn is a brainless idiot; he's developed a kind of aversion to stupidity.

He watched the news last night too, and knew more than the secretary: two buildings were attacked, more than 60 bodies were dragged out of the scene, and many of the onlookers and firefighters were high on drugs…

The news did not report that the attack was carried out by a local 'criminal group'. Foreign terrorists know that this place is the 'criminal group's' stronghold. Do the local police know this or not?
Terrorists are the ones who fight transnational criminal groups, so what about the police who hold positions of power but do nothing?
This kind of thing would be a disgrace to the entire country of Australia if it were to be told, so it can't be reported.

These people have clearly bought plane tickets because they want to leave. Blackburn must be crazy to report it. The attackers are all foreigners, so they have no scruples. They won't surrender just because they see the police, and they won't refrain from shooting just because there are civilians around!
Who will compensate for the damage caused to the airport by the fierce firefight?
Who will compensate for injuries sustained during a firefight?

The insurance company won't care, damn it.

The General Police Department doesn't care about that; they just want to save face. They can deal with the casualties and losses later, but their airport company will be finished!

Would the board of directors refrain from removing him from his post simply because of his righteous indignation?

Go to hell!
I can love my country, but I cannot sacrifice my personal interests.

With an hour to go before takeoff, Liu Jianhua walked back and forth in the airport terminal seven or eight times, even venturing into the women's restroom to check, but found no police.

After waiting at the agreed-upon spot, a middle-aged man wearing a manager's badge, his face showing both anxiety and anger, strode over. "Did you arrest my family?"

"Bingo, but no prize."

The man grabbed Liu Jianhua by the collar, yelling, "You damned bastard, what do you want to do!"

Liu Jianhua looked down at the man's fist, his eyes full of contempt. "Who are you trying to impress? Do you think I'm afraid of you or pity you?"

"you!"

"Let go."

The man gritted his teeth, released his grip, and took a step back.

Liu Jianhua scoffed, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face. "Are you clear-headed now?"

"I'm awake now." The man swallowed.

Are there any police coming from the airport?

The man stared intently at Liu Jianhua, his mind racing.

"Want to know why? Sure," Liu Jianhua laughed. "We were the ones who did yesterday's Brisbane attack. We killed more than 60 people and 8 police officers."

“It’s you…” The man’s eyes were filled with terror; he couldn’t even imagine it. “What are you going to do? Don’t hurt my family.”

"We're leaving Australia, now tell me if there are any police at the airport?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"determine."

"Very good, if anything goes wrong, your whole family is doomed."

"I know."

"OK, that's all, you can go now."

"What about my family?"

"They will release the people after we get off the plane safely."

"You didn't hurt them, did you?" the man asked anxiously.

"Don't bullets cost money? You believe what they say on TV about us being terrorists? Can't you use your own brain? Who do you think you are, making us waste our time!"

Ten minutes later, Ah-Ji swaggered into the airport waiting hall with 20 crew-cut men. This time, the group wasn't wearing camouflage, but Jinzi couldn't hide his brilliance. Having just killed so many people, his murderous aura was impossible to conceal, and he became the most dazzling guy in the entire place as soon as he appeared.

Of course, not everyone who reads the news pays attention to events happening hundreds of miles away, but a small number of people who read the news immediately make many connections.

Liu Jianhua stood up to greet them, and Aji and his group exchanged their boarding passes. The man behind the glass wall looked at the group of crew-cut men with a glint in his eye, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Liu Jianhua tilted his head and asked with a smile, "What's your name? Where do you live? I'll help you notify them." "No, no, I'm fine." The man's lips turned white with fright; this was already an open secret.

"Then why are you sweating?" Liu Jianhua asked with a smile.

"me……"

"What? You want to see God?"

"I'm not!"

"Damn it, why don't we hurry up and get our check-in passes!" Liu Jianhua slammed his hand on the marble table.

"Okay, okay." The man immediately lowered his head and quickly got to work.

Ah-Ji was suppressing a laugh. He was a ruthless terrorist now, and he had to maintain his persona; he couldn't laugh.

Just as Yao-ge said, the airport kept in sync with them and didn't spread the news that they had bought plane tickets.

The reason is definitely not because of some bullshit customer privacy, nor is it because of the Chinese people's habit of keeping a low profile and minimizing problems.

It's because they are fierce and wicked enough, and they have no scruples!

The airport company doesn't dare to get involved in this big trouble.

Kind people are often bullied, and good horses are often ridden. In the world, status and position are earned through hard work and battles!
The plane took off smoothly, and Aji breathed a sigh of relief. Bundeburg is 1800 kilometers away from Port Moresby. Bored in the air, he casually asked, "Do Chinese people have a high status in New Guinea?"

"That's how it is now."

"Why? Because there are many Chinese people there?"

“There are very few Chinese people, less than one percent. However, the previous prime minister of Papua New Guinea was Chen Zhongmin, who is from Shandong. He just stepped down this year. Now, Chinese people control agriculture, mining, timber, fisheries and infrastructure in Papua New Guinea.”

Ah Ji clicked his tongue twice, "Oh, I see. No wonder."

"Of course, it's not without its troubles," Liu Jianhua said with a smile. "Chinese people all do business here, such as opening retail stores. Those monkeys like to steal and rob, and there's not much that can be done about it. The police force is insufficient, and private individuals can't catch them either."

Ah-Ji nodded. That's how it is with small businesses, even in Hong Kong. But it still earns more than working a regular job. And not all Chinese people have the ability to run big businesses.

I wonder if Brother Yao has any ideas, or if he even sees any interest in Papua New Guinea's industries.

We chatted all the way to Papua New Guinea, got off the plane, rested at the airport for a day, and then took another flight to the Philippines. That same day, we transferred to another flight back to Hong Kong Island.

On the very day that Ah-Jack and his group returned to Hong Kong safely, several television stations in Australia received a videotape containing a clear first-person perspective of the entire Brisbane attack, including Ah-Jack writing the two large characters 'Sheng Yi'. If that were all, it wouldn't have been so bad, but the videotape also clearly introduced the Hells Angels group, which put the television stations in a difficult position.

Several TV stations held a small meeting to discuss whether to release the information. The final result was to delete the part about the Hell Angels and only promote the brutality and ruthlessness of the 'Victory' organization.

Those who know, know; those who don't, there's nothing we can do. This is a very complex matter, and ordinary people don't need to understand it; just being happy is enough.

Less than three days later, the same videotapes quietly entered the pirate market...

……

Pattaya, a suburban villa, where A-Jie and his group recuperate from their injuries.

The villa was originally built by an unknown person, but after a long period of time, it couldn't be kept and ended up in Ah Jie's hands. Coincidentally, there's a large-scale tourism project being developed in Pattaya, and there are readily available construction teams, so they contacted them and made some simple renovations to the villa.

The walls were reinforced with a 10mm thick steel plate, and all the windows were fitted with bulletproof grilles. These bulletproof grilles are specifically designed to defend against RPGs. The small grilles can trap RPG warheads, exposing the metal jets and completely neutralizing their armor-piercing capabilities.

Most of the original furniture in the living room was moved out, and a low wall measuring 1.5 meters long, 1 meter high, and half a meter thick was rebuilt. The position and angle of the low wall were specially designed to be staggered, serving as cover and greatly reducing damage from bullets and explosives.

The entire project was not complicated and was completed in just two days. That night, A-Jie and the others moved in with great fanfare. A flag was hung on the roof with two big characters on a black background: "Sheng Yi" (Victory Righteousness).
It's like telling everyone, "I'm right here, waiting for you to come knocking."

These transnational criminal groups are not street thugs; they make a living by risking their lives. They won't be intimidated by a single raid that kills thousands. The number of people killed by the drug cartels active on the Siamese border alone is no less than a thousand every year!
And they are even more cold-blooded and cruel!

These people are the largest and most ruthless criminal group in Siam. If Wang Yaotang wants to take charge, he must first get past them.

The third day after checking in, at night.

Around 2 a.m., the suburbs were dark with little light. Several cars without lights were parked more than 200 meters away. The doors opened, and one after another, many thin figures in green uniforms got out of the cars. These people were all carrying guns. They didn't make a fuss after getting out of the cars. The more than 50 people seemed to be quite disciplined.

There were three people leading the group. After exchanging a few words in hushed tones, they each led their men to surround the villa. The fact that the other side chose this spot to plant their flag clearly indicated that they had made preparations in advance. It would definitely not be easy to attack, and they had to be careful.

More than 50 people approached from three directions. When they were about 60 meters away, they could see more clearly. Only the first floor of the villa had lights on, and the lights were not bright. There was a two-meter-high iron fence surrounding the villa.

The leaders of the three teams frowned slightly. This kind of wall makes it impossible to use RPGs and can't be used as cover either, which is annoying.

There was no other way but to reach out and use explosives to blast open the concrete blocks securing the iron fence.

After communicating quietly over the walkie-talkie, the three teams cautiously made their way up again. These drug traffickers were seasoned veterans and were very vigilant. The teams were spread out, staggered in front and behind. Each window in the villa that could be used for shooting had at least three guns aimed at it. They were absolutely confident that even if they were discovered, they could still kill the guards inside the villa.

"Brother Jie, Brother Jie, the rats are here." Atao had a bandage on one arm. The wounded were unable to fight, so they were on guard duty at night.

They had infrared low-light night vision devices used by the US military, and they spotted the drug traffickers as soon as they arrived.

Ah Jie suddenly sat up, shook his head, got off the bed, and limped out. "How are you?"

"We've entered a minefield." The kitchen had been converted into a monitoring room, with infrared cameras hidden under the eaves at the four corners capturing the footage.

"I'll do it!" A-Jie immediately laughed, and lifted the black metal box next to him to take out the remote control.

The Type 66 anti-personnel directional mine is a copy of the American M18A1 Claymore mine. It is 216 mm long, 86 mm high, and 35 mm thick, with a total weight of 1.6 kg. It is loaded with 700 steel balls on the front and 680 grams of plastic explosive on the back. After detonation, it strikes in a 120-degree fan-shaped area, with an effective kill distance of 50-100 meters.

This is essential defensive equipment for the infantry brigade. In order to deal with the situation in Bangkok, Wang Yaotang delivered more than a dozen of these to Pattaya in advance.

Two landmines were placed at each of the four corners of the villa, forming an angle with each other, covering almost all the angles around the villa.

After glancing at the surveillance footage, Ah Jie shouted, "Explode!"

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

A violent explosion suddenly erupted in the night sky, sounding like thunder. 5600 steel balls swept across a 50-meter radius around the villa in an instant, and the seven or eight people closest to the landmine were blown into pieces and thrown away.

The explosive charge of 680 grams is equivalent to the simultaneous explosion of 10 hand grenades!
After the explosion, screams rang out. More than 20 of the 50-plus people who had sneaked up were killed on the spot, and the rest were all injured. Those who were lucky enough to be hit by only one or two steel balls were already extremely fortunate. At this point, they knew that the enemy had already discovered them, and they turned around and ran without saying a word.

The lame coffee hopped onto the window on one leg, the thick barrel of his gun pointing diagonally at the sky, "Bang!"

A flare shot into the sky.

Without A-Jie giving the order, the brothers who were called up immediately set up their guns at the window, and four Type 56 light machine guns and six Type 56 submachine guns opened fire almost simultaneously.

"Da da da--"

"Da da da--"

"Da da!"

"Da da!"

Every nine rounds from the machine gun, a tracer round was fired as the first shot, and the metal storm swept towards the target like a whip.

The suburbs are indeed open and easy to defend, making them very advantageous for drug traffickers to launch an attack. However, if they fail and want to escape, they will be in trouble. There is no cover at all, and it is just like shooting targets in a video game, with no pressure whatsoever!
Ah Jie and his gang knew this, and so did the drug traffickers, so the first thing they did when they ran away was to throw away their guns and start running at breakneck speed with their broken legs.

Ah Jie just blinked, and those guys disappeared from the surveillance footage. "Holy crap, they ran so fast!"

He limped to the window, dragging his injured leg, thinking he could fire a few shots for fun. But when he looked out the window, he couldn't find a single living person.

"So fast!?"

"So fast! I felt like I only fired a few shots, and they all got away without hitting a single person!"

"I feel like their speed just now definitely exceeded 100 meters in 10 seconds."

"If you run so fast, why don't you go to the Olympics? Why are you a drug dealer?!"

The men were cursing and swearing, but only the machine gunner managed to kill two of them. The bullets couldn't even keep up with their running speed. Visibility was already very poor at night, and after running more than 100 meters, they looked as big as a USB plug. Without a scope, it was impossible to hit them.

Therefore, iron-sight snipers in World War II were all gods.

"Brother Jie, should we clean up the body?" Yingjun asked loudly.

“It’s too dangerous to go out. What if there are drug dealers lying in ambush outside? Call Inspector Wong and have the police come and clean up the mess!” Ah Jie shook his hand, turned around, and prepared to go back to sleep.

After walking a few steps, Ah Jie turned around and suddenly said, "Continue your night watch. Don't be so righteous. We don't even know who's attacking yet. It would be embarrassing if we got ambushed."

"If there are any survivors, let Inspector Wong interrogate them thoroughly to find out where they're from. If they dare to bare their teeth at us, we'll definitely fight back!"

"Okay, Brother Jie." (End of Chapter)