Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 156 Silver Mine Bay Riot? Hengyao Security Fires the First Shot

The roar of a group of construction machines immediately alerted the personnel on duty at the watchtower.

beep - beep -

Someone from the Correctional Services Department blew a warning whistle, and soon groups of officers gathered outside the camp.

"what happened?!"

A correctional officer, wearing a coat and holding a rubber baton, rushed out and asked the subordinate who had blown the whistle, feigning ignorance.

"Director Sun, people from Hengyao Real Estate have come to start construction!"
They came to negotiate in the afternoon, but the police department hadn't given them a reply yet. Who would have thought they'd come and start construction in the middle of the night!

While the officer on duty was answering, Big D had already directed a group of henchmen to begin driving the refugees out of the camp on the outskirts of the refugee camp.

Then a loud crash was heard as the excavator's shovel ripped off a concrete wall, and a concrete bungalow was immediately overturned.

The correctional officer looked extremely grim.

While taking out his walkie-talkie to call for reinforcements to prevent the refugees in Silvermine Bay from escaping, he hurried towards the construction site without a second thought.

"What are you doing! This is outrageous! Who gave you permission to start construction?!"

Big D was standing behind a bulldozer, directing it to demolish the high wall of the Silvermine Bay refugee camp.

Upon seeing the person in charge approaching, he couldn't help but sneer.

He adjusted his helmet and tucked his briefcase under his arm with an air of authority, now completely adopting the demeanor of a boss.

"Director Sun, what do you mean by lawlessness?"
We have the land administration approval, the land and housing permits, and all the official documents stamped by the Provincial Administration. Would you like me to show them to you one by one?

As he spoke, Big D opened his briefcase, took out a pile of complicated documents, and handed them directly to the correctional officer.

"Damn it, it was you guys who were notified in advance to take these Vietnamese bastards away."

This land now belongs to Hengyao Real Estate. Do you understand that you are occupying our Hengyao Real Estate's land?

You keep spouting nonsense and calling people lawless. Do you even know English?!

When Big D shoved a pile of documents in front of him, the correctional officer was speechless.

A moment later, he pushed the materials that Big D had handed him back and pulled Big D aside.

"Stop work for now. The police are already negotiating new resettlement for these Vietnamese workers. We need some time..."

"Then that's none of my business. In short, this land now falls under the development scope of Hengyao Real Estate. Whether you resettle refugees or not is none of our concern!"

As he spoke, Big D turned around and shouted at a bulldozer driver.

"Push down the wall first, you idiot! If you don't push down the wall, how will the rest of the team get in?"

In short, we need to level this land tonight. After that, we'll go to Moxing Ridge tomorrow to dig up the land, and then fill this area in!

Seeing the high walls of the refugee camp being torn down by bulldozers, the correctional officer dared not continue chatting with Big D.

The most urgent task now is to quickly organize manpower to prevent a large-scale exodus of refugees.

Fortunately, these people were carefully selected by the police department, and even though the high walls of the refugee camp were torn down, no refugees escaped at that time.

After bringing order to the refugee camp, the Correctional Services Department gathered more than 280 Vietnamese refugees from the Silver Mine Bay refugee camp and stood on the beach, waiting for reinforcements from the police force while watching Heng Yiu Properties' construction machinery completely flatten the refugee camp.

Police reinforcements had not yet arrived; instead, a group of media personnel were the first to arrive.

It's worth mentioning that the BBC, which is based in London, also sent a reporter to take a series of photos of Hengyao Real Estate's haphazard construction site.

Ten minutes after the group of reporters arrived at Silvermine Bay, they had already taken most of the photos before the police finally arrived.

The only support team sent this time was a PTU squad patrolling the Wan Chai area.

A police van was used, and only one senior inspector, one sergeant, and five officers got out.

It is worth mentioning that the person leading the team was Zhao Junle, a trusted confidant of Cai Yuanqi who had been temporarily placed in the Political Department.

Clearly, it's unrealistic to expect these few police officers and correctional officers to control over two hundred refugees.

The police force is clearly hoping these refugees will stir up trouble, so that the media can see how unscrupulous capitalists like Hengyao Real Estate are suppressing homeless refugees, thereby provoking a refugee resistance!

"Who is in charge of tonight's construction?"

After getting out of the car, Zhao Junle went straight to Big D and deliberately shouted at him.

"Ignore it, continue construction!"

Big D shouted at the demolition team, then walked up to Zhao Junle with his briefcase in his hand.

"That's me, officer. What brings you here?"

"Tell your men to stop first!"

"Your police force is in charge of everything, including land administration?"

"If you want to stop construction, call the land administration officials to give the order!"

Zhao Junle glared coldly at Da D, then turned and pointed to a group of refugees standing on the beach.

"Damn it! We're going to deport these refugees, so you'd better shut up first so we can make room for you, right?"

"Do you want to watch these Vietnamese guys eat dust on your construction site? If anything happens to them, will Hengyao Real Estate be responsible?"

Zhao Junle deliberately spoke loudly, and many of the Vietnamese men he had handpicked to act as informants among the refugees, who were fluent in Cantonese, immediately began whispering among themselves.

The refugee community immediately erupted in chaos, and surprisingly, the correctional officers responsible for maintaining discipline did not step forward to maintain order, allowing the situation to slowly escalate.

Upon hearing this, Big D couldn't help but smile, and then gave the order to the construction team to stop work.

"Sir, you should have said so earlier, then it would have been fine."

Hong Kong Island is such a tiny place, how can it accommodate so many Vietnamese people? Tell them to go back home and stop disrupting the social order that your police force has worked so hard to maintain!

Seeing that the construction team had stopped, Zhao Junle patted Big D on the shoulder and then walked towards a group of refugees.

He stood in front of the group, cleared his throat, and prepared to start stirring things up.

"The refugee camps on Hong Kong Island are already overcrowded."

The original intention of placing you in Silvermine Bay was to conduct an in-depth education for you. Perhaps in a month or two, after the education is completed, you will be able to obtain Hong Kong Island resident status and say a formal goodbye to the past.

However, things didn't go as planned. Hengyao Real Estate acquired the development rights to the land. Hong Kong Island is a place that upholds the rule of law, and these business owners weren't willing to provide you with shelter. Therefore, the police and the Immigration Department had no choice but to change their minds and deport you back to Vietnam!

Nearby, correctional officers were loudly translating for the refugees in Vietnamese.

Immediately, the order of the refugee procession began to crumble again. Zhao Junle couldn't help but sneer; he knew that the fire had been smoldering for quite some time.

"Everyone, cooperate with the Commissioner of Correctional Services and stay here and wait for orders!"
"The police will send a car over shortly to pick you up and take you to the Wan Chai pier to board the ferry!"

As he spoke, Zhao Junle glanced at Gao Feng, who was standing in front of the crowd, and nodded to him subtly, indicating that they could make a big move once he left.

Gao Feng frowned and nodded slightly to Zhao Junle.

Before long, Zhao Junle led his team back to the assault vehicle parked by the roadside.

As he expected, no sooner had he left than a heated argument broke out between the refugees and the guards.

Zhao Junle thoughtfully persuaded a group of reporters to leave, since they had already captured the uncivilized scene on camera.

These Vietnamese guys are about to show even more uncivilized behavior; it's best not to let reporters capture these things on camera.

"Brothers and sisters, please be quiet!"

As the crowd grew increasingly agitated, Gao Feng stepped forward and began to control the situation.

He had spent a considerable amount of time at the White Rock Refugee Camp and was considered a respected elder among the refugees.

When he stood up and shouted that, the scene immediately fell silent.

Upon seeing this, Gao Feng immediately began his passionate speech.

"We have waited for so many years on Hong Kong Island, being locked up like dogs in the Pak Shek Refugee Camp. We have no complaints, just hoping that one day we can have an opportunity and believe that there is a glimmer of civilization on Hong Kong Island!"

I believe this place can give us a second chance at life!

"But what about now? The opportunity we finally got has been snatched away by unscrupulous real estate developers in Hong Kong!"
I believe many brothers and sisters have received the news that Hong Kong Island is the largest refugee port in Asia, which is why they brought their families and traveled all the way here to chase the dawn of hope.

But our hopes have been extinguished because of a real estate company's development!

By what right, by what right, did they rob us of the hope we held dear?!

If Gao Feng were in the current Vietnamese team, he could easily be a political instructor.

His passionate speech, whether reasonable or not, truly struck a nerve with these refugees.

The crowd immediately became enraged. "Squad Leader Gao, they wanted to deport us back two years ago, and now they want to deport us again? Why don't we just riot!"

"Going back means certain death, but fighting might offer a chance of survival!"

"If that real estate developer wants us dead, we won't let him live well either."

"I might as well die on Hong Kong Island, or I'll drag the people from this real estate company down with me!"

……

With the atmosphere perfectly set, Gao Feng immediately looked at the correctional officer who was standing to the side, pretending to maintain order.

Under Gao Feng's fierce gaze, the correctional officer knew it was time for him to leave.

He pointed to an unlocked tool shed by the sea, indicating that there were tools inside, and the correctional officer immediately stepped back.

Then Gao Feng roared, "We can't die a cowardly death! Let's fight them!"

……

Two years later, another riot broke out in the refugee camp in Silvermine Bay.

More than two hundred strong Vietnamese men, like mad hyenas, began to break through the ineffective barriers of the Correctional Services Department and rushed towards the construction site.

What these Vietnamese guys didn't know was that there was an inconspicuous minibus parked behind the construction team.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the minibus, and the leader was Wang Jianjun, who had a fierce look on his face.

"As soon as I hear those Vietnamese guys yelling their battle cries, my hands start itching!"
"Brother, can we really openly use guns now?"

Wang Jianguo, who had been hit by a cannonball in Laoshan and almost died, was the first to stand up and break the silence in the small bar.

Wang Jianjun simply nodded coldly, while simultaneously pulling out a fully loaded Glock pistol from behind him.

"The security agreement we signed this time allows for the legal use of firearms on the boss's private property."

"Isn't that simpler than killing a chicken?"

"It's much simpler than killing a chicken!"

Wang Jianjun pulled the spring of his rifle and then looked at the target practicer who had also gotten up.

"Target practice boy, same old rule, you go and sabotage the circuitry here first."

Then, taking advantage of the chaos, they led a group disguised as Vietnamese soldiers to eliminate the political department officers who were stalking them!

"what?"

"This is the boss's idea!"
The police issued us gun licenses just so we could put on a show of shooting a Vietnamese guy in front of the media.

Since the show's already gone this far, we can't be the only ones who suffer. Those bastards in the Political Department, daring to come and watch the show, will be sent on their way along with the Vietnamese!

……

Snap——

Just as a group of Vietnamese men rushed to the construction site, attacking anyone they saw and smashing any construction equipment they encountered, a loud explosion suddenly erupted from the newly built power station in the refugee camp, immediately extinguishing all the lights in the camp.

The scene suddenly went dark, and Zhao Junle, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, suddenly sat up.

"These Vietnamese guys are really cunning; they even know to cut off the power to get things done!"

One of Zhao Junle's subordinates, who was sitting in the car with him, chimed in with agreement.

"It's not surprising, Officer Zhao. Many of the Vietnamese here participated in the riots at the White Stone Refugee Camp two years ago. They have plenty of experience."

"Stop idling around, hurry up and take your men over there, make sure the reporters who are here to cover the story are well taken care of, and make sure they have flashlights ready."

If Hengyao Security personnel open fire, make sure they film the scene!

"Yes sir!"

……

Unbeknownst to Zhao Junle, right after the power was cut off, the target-shooter had already led two henchmen to quietly sneak up behind the assault vehicle.

After a brief analysis of the situation, the target shooter was surprised to find that Zhao Junle had actually sent his subordinates away!
"It's really courting death!"

The target practicer lay prone under the curb, holding a dark steel rod in his hand.

Upon seeing that only Zhao Junle was left inside the armored vehicle, he immediately whispered something to his two trusted confidants.

He then went forward alone and crept to the right side of the armored vehicle like a cat.

The experienced scouts made the most accurate judgment immediately.

After confirming that there was no one else in the car, the shooting enthusiast immediately abandoned the idea of ​​using a gun.

He gripped the steel chisel tightly and yanked open the car door.

Zhao Junle was startled and instinctively reached for his gun in the holster at his waist.

But the target practice team was clearly there to kill.

The steel rod was swung out and, before Zhao Junle could even unpack his gun, it smashed directly onto Zhao Junle's head.

With a loud clang, Zhao Junle didn't even have a chance to cry out before his limbs went limp and he slid off the seat.

The .38 pistol in his hand fell onto the seat.

Without hesitation, the target shooter retracted the steel rod and viciously stabbed it into Zhao Junle's throat again, the thick steel rod piercing right through Zhao Junle's throat.

After confirming that Zhao Junle had no chance of surviving, the target practicer picked up the fallen gun and sneered.

"Do you even understand how to handle things with foreigners?!"

At that moment, sporadic gunfire could be heard from the construction site.

Clearly, Wang Jianjun has already led his men and fired the first legitimate shot for Hengyao Security.

Upon hearing the gunshot, the target practicer dared not hesitate for a moment.

He handed the .38 he had received to a trusted confidant who understood Vietnamese, and then urged him to infiltrate the Vietnamese gang to create even greater chaos.

The scene was still pitch black, except for the bright searchlights shining from the construction vehicle convoy.

These enraged Vietnamese men were ultimately terrified by the sound of gunfire.

Gao Feng, mingling in the crowd, was at a loss for what to do.

He remembered that Zhao Junle hadn't told him before that the people from Hengyao Real Estate had come with guns!
Didn't they say Hong Kong Island has very strict gun control? What does the current situation matter then!
Gao Feng would never have imagined that the lives of these people were merely pawns in a game of manipulating public opinion.

Neither Hengyao Real Estate nor the police department intended for these people to survive.

The only difference is that, for Hengyao Real Estate, the death of these Vietnamese guys is no big deal.

As far as the police department is concerned, they will even hold a hypocritical press conference in their honor after they die.

Then, by using the deaths of these Vietnamese people, they can seek justice for them in the public eye.

That’s all…

"Squad leader, let's retreat!"

"Let's get out of here while the Hong Kong Island police reinforcements haven't arrived yet!"

Gao Feng's confidants were starting to get nervous; the occasional gunshots from ahead were truly terrifying them.

Just as Gao Feng was about to reply, a bullet struck him squarely in the head.

Wang Jianjun and his gang were shrewd; they knew it was impossible to kill all two hundred-plus Vietnamese men.

To take control of the situation as quickly as possible, you must first eliminate those who are the ringleaders in the crowd.

Gao Feng, who had just acted as a great orator in front of a group of refugees, naturally became the first target of Wang Jianjun and others.

However, despite his loud shouting, he was wary of the reporters' cameras. He genuinely believed Zhao Junle and his ilk's lies and was afraid that if he led the violence and was caught on camera by the media, he would lose his right to stay in Hong Kong Island.

This also led to Wang Jianjun having to use searchlights to search through the crowd after the power went out.

"Brothers, let's retreat!"
Someone over there has already broken through the police line!

In the chaotic crowd, someone shouted this in Vietnamese, and immediately a group of bewildered Vietnamese boys crawled toward the curb.

Gao Feng's confidants, no longer concerned with checking on their squad leader, quickly followed the crowd and ran towards the curb.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the gunman's henchman fired a few shots at the police officers responsible for the safety of the reporters. Then he took out a wet wipe from his pocket, carefully wiped the fingerprints off the gun, and put it into the hand of a fallen Vietnamese corpse.

(End of this chapter)