Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

February 10, 1983, 10:00 AM.

Kowloon, Kwun Tong District, Wu Wah Street.

This is Hong Kong's famous jewelry and gold shop street. On both sides of the street, there are old-established gold shops such as Chow Sang Sang, Chow Fook, and Tse Luen, one after another, their shop windows glittering with dazzling jewels in the early summer sun.

The streets were bustling with people; housewives carried shopping baskets, and office workers hurried by. Everything seemed so prosperous yet peaceful.

A slightly worn, gray van with fake license plates, like a slippery eel, silently blended into the crowded traffic and finally came to a slow stop next to a fire hydrant on Wuhua Street.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like water could drip from it.

Ye Guohuan sat in the passenger seat, coldly watching the rows of glittering gold shops outside the car window. His breathing was extremely steady, and in his wolf-like eyes, there was not a trace of a novice's panic, only an extreme desire for the impending killing and plunder.

"Brother Huan, the whole street is lined with gold shops, which one should we start with?" Ah Jin, who was driving, swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his palms covered in cold sweat.

Ye Guohuan remained silent. His gaze slowly swept across the street, finally settling on the "Dafu Jewelry Store," the largest and most popular shop on the street corner.

Ye Guohuan's face revealed an extremely cold and cruel smile.

He abruptly pulled down the black hood that he had prepared beforehand, revealing only a pair of menacing eyes. Then, he grabbed the AK-47 assault rifle that was on his lap, pulled back the bolt with a "click," and loaded a bullet.

"Let's start here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Guohuan kicked open the passenger door and jumped out like a tiger released from its cage, without waiting for the van to come to a complete stop!

"action!"

"Whoosh!" The rear door was pulled open.

Ah Hao, carrying another AK, followed closely behind, followed by three other henchmen armed with Black Star pistols and carrying large red, white, and blue woven bags. The five men, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder and murderous intent, rushed straight towards the Dafu Jewelry Store.

"Bang!"

Ye Guohuan kicked open the glass door and strode into the jewelry store.

Inside the jewelry store, a dozen sales assistants were attentively serving customers, and the counters were filled with gleaming gold bars and precious diamond rings.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden intrusion of the masked men.

Ye Guohuan didn't waste any words. He raised his AK-47, muzzle pointing skyward.

"Da da da da da!!!"

A burst of crisp, exploding rifle bullets shattered the luxurious crystal chandelier on the jewelry store's ceiling! Glass shards and sparks rained down!

"ah--!!!"

The deafening gunshots and the shattering of glass instantly shattered everyone's psychological defenses. Screams and cries echoed throughout the hall.

"Robbery!!!"

Ye Guohuan, like a demon, brandished the still-smoking AK-47 and roared hoarsely and violently, "Everyone! Get the hell down and put your hands on your heads! Anyone who dares to raise their head, I'll blow their head off!"

In Hong Kong, especially among jewelry store staff, the preparation for unexpected events like robberies is actually highly professional and psychologically prepared.

No further warnings are needed.

"Thump! Thump!"

Almost the second after the gunshot rang out, the store manager, security guards, sales assistants, and even the terrified customers all expertly and obediently put their hands behind their heads and squatted neatly behind the counter, not daring to even breathe.

Ye Guohuan didn't go in to rob the money. He simply stood imposingly at the entrance of the jewelry store, pointing his AK at everyone, providing absolute firepower protection for his underlings inside.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

Three henchmen carrying sacks rushed into the counter area like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

"Open the safe! Take out all the gold bars and cash inside!"

"You guys, sweep all the jewelry and Rolexes in the glass display case! Don't take those loose gold pieces, they're taking up space! Hurry up!"

Under the menacing threat of the dark, Type 54 pistol, the jewelry store manager trembled as he unlocked the safe. His henchmen then violently smashed the glass display case with the butts of their guns, dumping the gold bars and luxury watches—things usually considered treasures—into red, white, and blue burlap sacks like garbage.

The entire robbery was carried out smoothly and efficiently.

Just two and a half minutes!

"Brother Huan! All packed!" one of the henchmen shouted excitedly, carrying a heavy sack.

"Let's go! Next one!"

Ye Guohuan waved his hand dismissively, showing no sign of lingering.

The group of five rushed out of Tai Fook Jewellery, turned left, and kicked open the door of the neighboring "Sheng Sheng Gold Shop".

Both involved deafening gunshots fired into the air, and both involved experienced shop assistants crouching down with their heads in their hands.

This time, Ye Guohuan didn't even go inside the jewelry store.

He stood arrogantly in the middle of Wuhua Street, his legs slightly apart, holding the cold AK-47 assault rifle in his hands, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over the passersby who had already scattered and screamed in terror at the sound of gunfire.

He was waiting, waiting for the Hong Kong Royal Police to appear.

Even before Ye Guohuan fired the first shot, someone in the public phone booth on the street corner had already dialed the 999 emergency call center.

Less than two minutes later, accompanied by the urgent sound of sirens, two uniformed patrol officers (PCs) who were patrolling nearby rushed down Wuhua Street, panting heavily.

When they turned the corner, they saw the masked bandit standing swaggering in the middle of the street, holding a Soviet-made automatic rifle.

The two young uniformed policemen felt a sudden chill run down their spines, and their minds went blank!

In their police careers, they'd encountered thugs wielding machetes and petty robbers armed with homemade pistols. But when had they ever seen anything like this?!

This is broad daylight! In the heart of Kwun Tong's busiest commercial street! A ruthless thug, armed with a military assault rifle, stands like a guardian deity on the main road?!

"No...don't move! Drop your weapons! We're the police!!"

Driven by police instinct and regulations, the two uniformed officers shouted almost in trembling voices.

In a panic, they drew their sidearms from their waists, raised them with trembling hands, and tried to aim at Ye Guohuan, who was dozens of meters away.

However, they seem to have forgotten a crucial and fatal fact of physics.

The pistols they were carrying were .38 caliber revolvers issued to the police force. To prevent accidental injury to civilians due to excessive penetrating power, these guns used low-velocity bullets, giving them an effective range of only a paltry twenty or thirty meters! Beyond forty meters, the bullets would become severely erratic due to kinetic energy decay, unable to even penetrate a watermelon!

At this moment, they were nearly fifty meters away from Ye Guohuan!

Looking at the two policemen in uniform who were trembling all over and holding two .38 rifles that looked like toy guns.

There was not a trace of panic in Ye Guohuan's eyes; instead, a cruel and contemptuous mockery, typical of a battle-hardened veteran, was revealed.

"You think you can catch me with this piece of junk?"

Ye Guohuan stood arrogantly in the middle of the road, advancing instead of retreating.

He abruptly raised the muzzle of his gun, pressing the AK-47 against his waist with one hand in front and the other behind. His cold eyes, through the sights, were fixed on the chest of one of the policemen.

His finger slammed into the trigger!

"Da da da da da!!!"

The iconic, crisp sound of the AK-47, like tearing rags, boomed across the sky above Wuhua Street!

A terrifying tongue of fire, composed of 7.62mm rifle bullets, instantly tore through a distance of fifty meters, sweeping towards the two uniformed policemen like the scythe of death!

"Bang! Bang! Crash!"

A metal trash can next to the two police officers was instantly smashed into a sieve, sparks flying everywhere! The glass of a nearby shop was shattered by the powerful kinetic energy!

"Holy crap! Get hidden!!"

The two uniformed policemen who had just tried to shout were instantly terrified. After hearing the extremely terrifying bursts of gunfire and feeling the sonic booms of bullets whizzing past their scalps, they didn't even have the courage to fire back.

The two screamed and scrambled to the back of a car parked on the side of the road, curling up tightly next to the tires, trembling and clutching their heads.

Taking a Type 38 rifle and an AK-47 and exchanging fire at a distance of tens of meters? That's not law enforcement, that's suicide!

"Pooh!"

Looking at the Royal Police officers who were suppressed by his burst of bullets and dared not even lift their heads.

Ye Guohuan stood arrogantly in the middle of the road, spitting a mouthful of saliva onto the ground. His posture exuded the aura of a peerless, fierce god who could "hold the pass against ten thousand men."

The robbery at the second jewelry store was even faster. In the short minute or so that Ye Guohuan was holding down the two uniformed policemen, three henchmen had already rushed out carrying sacks full of gold and jewelry.

"Huan-ge! Done!"

"Let's go! To the journal next door!"

The thrill of robbery and their contempt for the police drove this gang of thugs into a frenzy. Instead of retreating immediately, they charged straight at the third jewelry store next door, guns in hand!

Meanwhile, the sound of police cars and sirens was rapidly converging on Wuhua Street from all directions.

A police van screeched to a halt less than 60 meters from Ye Guohuan at the street corner. Four fully armed policemen in bulletproof vests jumped out of the vehicle, using the doors as cover, and drew their .38 rifles.

"Suspect ahead! Drop your weapon immediately! Or we'll open fire!!" the sheriff in charge shouted hoarsely.

"shot?"

Faced with increasing police support.

Ye Guohuan showed no fear whatsoever, and didn't even bother to find cover.

He and his two henchmen stood upright in the middle of the road, like Terminators straight out of a war movie, each holding a scorching hot AK-47, and began to fire extremely precise bursts at the assault vehicle at the street corner.

"Da da da! Da da da!"

Each crisp three-round burst was accompanied by terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks that shattered on the bulletproof glass of the armored vehicle. Sparks flew everywhere on the vehicle, keeping the four policemen from even showing their heads.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

The police officers tried to lean out from behind the car door and return fire with .38 rifles.

But those laughable gunshots, compared to the roar of the AK-47, were as weak and powerless as firecrackers set off during the New Year. The bullets struck the asphalt road a dozen meters away from Ye Guohuan, scattering a few sparks but posing no real threat to him whatsoever.

The firepower, momentum, and disregard for death between the police and the criminals were completely incomparable!

With just three AKs, Ye Guohuan and his two companions managed to suppress more than a dozen Royal Malaysian police officers who had come to their aid! Their audacity was utterly outrageous!

However, what neither the robbers nor the police knew was that on the second-floor balcony of a tenement building less than 30 meters away from them, a cameraman from the breaking news team of Asia Television (ATV) was risking stray bullets to capture firsthand news footage. He was carrying an extremely advanced Sony professional camera and filming this incredible and extremely humiliating scene from beginning to end onto a videotape!

……

That evening.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Hong Kong, Asia Television (ATV) evening special news report.

"Dear viewers, this morning a series of extremely heinous and brazen armed robberies occurred on Wu Hua Street in Kwun Tong. A group of ruthless robbers armed with military-grade automatic rifles robbed three large jewelry stores in broad daylight."

"During the shootout with the police, the ruthless criminals used their extremely heavy firepower to suppress the police personnel who came to provide backup."

"And the exclusive footage captured by our photographer at the risk of his life has raised profound concerns about the security situation in Hong Kong..."

Accompanied by the female anchor's solemn and slightly heartbroken commentary.

On the television screen, the unedited, extremely rough, yet incredibly realistic live recording was played directly.

In the picture:

Wearing a hood and holding an AK-47, Ye Guohuan stood like a war god in the center of Wuhua Street. Sparks flew from the police car opposite him, and the police officers cowered behind it, not daring to show their faces.

boom--!!

The 30-second video was broadcast.

The entire city of Hong Kong was in complete uproar!

If the extortion of 1 billion yuan by Li Chengjia last month gave citizens a sense of "excitement" and "hatred of the rich," then...

So today, when they saw it with their own eyes on television—that the Royal Hong Kong Police, representing the highest law enforcement power in Hong Kong and protecting the lives and property of citizens, were being suppressed by a few ruthless thugs and couldn't even lift their heads—they were truly humiliated.

An unprecedented and extremely intense anger and a deep sense of insecurity instantly ignited public opinion across society!

"Damn it!! These cops are usually so arrogant when they're collecting protection money and issuing tickets! How come they're so scared and surrender when they run into thieves with real guns?! Aren't they ashamed?!"

The owner of a tea restaurant was so angry that he threw the rag he was holding on the ground and pointed at the TV while cursing loudly.

"What kind of useless people are taxpayers' money supporting?! Even the police have surrendered to robbers, so who will protect us ordinary citizens when we walk on the streets? Are we supposed to buy guns to defend ourselves?!"

A group of white-collar workers who had just finished get off work were outraged and expressed their strong protest against the police force's incompetence.

"Hahaha! This is hilarious! These cops have finally met their match! From now on, Hong Kong will be ruled by us brothers with guns!"

Countless low-level gangsters saw the weakness of the police in this video, becoming even more reckless and restless.

The gunshots on Wuhua Street not only shattered the windows of the gold shops, but also tore down the fig leaf of the foreign government.

This extremely violent and relentless confrontation between the police and the criminals officially brought the drama of Hong Kong's "era of notorious gangsters" to its climax!