Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

"Grenade! Grenade!" the rabbit shouted again.

His men immediately pulled out grenades and threw them out.

Boom boom boom!

Several loud explosions followed, flames shot into the sky, and debris flew everywhere.

Several screams were heard outside, indicating that someone had been injured in the explosion.

But the Flying Tigers were well-trained and reacted extremely quickly. Almost simultaneously, more than a dozen flashbangs and smoke grenades were thrown in from outside.

"Close your eyes!"

The warehouse was filled with flashing white light, so bright that it was impossible to see anything.

Then came another round of intense gunfire, with bullets coming from all directions.

The doctors were blinded by the flashing lights and could only fire wildly, with several screams echoing in the darkness.

"Shoot! Shoot!" the rabbit shouted.

At the same time, cover for the doctor's attempt to leave through the back door.

Under the cover of smoke and flashbangs, the Flying Tigers stormed in from the side door and the back window simultaneously.

Several black figures jumped through the window and opened fire the moment they landed, firing three precise and deadly bursts.

Four or five more people on the doctor's side were shot and fell to the ground, one of whom was hit in the head and died on the spot.

Just then, someone shouted, "There are people at the back door too!"

The doctor looked back and saw that the back door had also been kicked open. At least a dozen Flying Tigers members came from behind, their guns spitting fire, bullets flying everywhere in the warehouse.

Caught in a pincer attack, the warehouse was thrown into complete chaos.

Although the doctors' side had a large number of people, most of them were a motley crew, and their tactical skills were far inferior to those of the Flying Tigers.

The Flying Tigers operated in groups of three, covering each other and advancing in shifts. Each round of shooting took down one or two of them.

Meanwhile, the doctors fought individually. Some hid behind cover and fired randomly, some ran around in panic looking for places to hide, and a few fearlessly sprayed bullets with AK47s, but were quickly taken down by the Flying Tigers' precise shooting.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Sangbang, holding a shotgun, hid behind a pillar and peeked out every few seconds to fire a shot.

As he fired his first shot, a scream came from the other side, indicating that someone had been hit.

But the Flying Tigers' firepower was simply too overwhelming.

Dozens of guns opened fire simultaneously, raining down bullets that shattered the cement pillars and left the walls riddled with holes.

"Damn it!" Rabbit's eyes turned red. He pulled a grenade from his waist, pulled the pin, and threw it toward the door.

boom!

The grenade exploded in the Flying Tigers' ranks. In the flames, some people were knocked to the ground by the blast wave, while others clutched their injured arms and retreated.

But the Flying Tigers' substitutes immediately stepped up, and their firepower did not diminish at all.

The doctors were starting to break down.

In just a few minutes of fighting, a dozen or twenty people were already lying on the ground.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and all you could hear were gunshots, explosions, and screams.

"Doctor, we can't hold on!" Sangbang ran to the doctor's side. "Their firepower is too strong, so many of our brothers are dying!"

The hidden doctor watched as his men fell one by one, while the Flying Tigers, though also suffering casualties, maintained their formation and tightened their encirclement bit by bit.

"Break out from the flank!" the doctor immediately ordered. "Rabbit, take some men and fight your way out from the left!"

"Understood!" Rabbit changed the magazine and led his men toward the left side door, firing as they ran.

The Flying Tigers immediately turned their guns on them and fired. The bullets passed through the crowd, and two or three more people were hit and fell to the ground.

The rabbit fired a burst of gunfire at the opposite side, extinguishing the two lights by the door. The doctor then rushed to the side door in the darkness.

Immediately someone kicked open the side door, and the rabbit led the way out.

The doctor followed closely behind.

But the Flying Tigers pursued relentlessly, bullets whizzing past their heels, scattering stones as they hit the concrete.

Sangbang was the first to rush out, only to be met with a barrage of gunfire.

More than a dozen bullets struck his chest simultaneously, sending him flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground. His eyes were wide open, his body twitched twice, and then he remained still.

"Sangbang!" Rabbit roared, his eyes red, and fired back at the other side.

But there were too many Flying Tigers.

There were at least thirty people lying in ambush on the open ground outside, taking turns firing.

The bullets rained down like a storm, giving no chance to catch one's breath.

The rabbit had just poked its head out when a bullet grazed its ear, taking away a piece of flesh.

The two men behind him who rushed out of the side door were riddled with bullets and fell to the ground before they could even scream.

"Go back! Go back!" the doctor roared.

But the escape route has been blocked.

The Flying Tigers were still clearing out the warehouse, and it was surrounded by multiple forces from the outside. It was caught in a pincer movement and had no way to escape.

The group retreated behind a pillar by the side door, using this only cover to eke out a living.

The pillar clanged as bullets struck it, sending sparks flying.

"Fight them!" One of his men stood up, holding an AK47, and gripped the trigger tightly.

But he only fired for less than two seconds before at least five or six bullets hit his body simultaneously, causing him to collapse to the ground like a lump of mud.

Another one is gone.

"Don't show your faces! Don't show your faces!" Rabbit pressed the remaining people behind cover.

But the bunker only had a few pillars, which couldn't possibly hide so many people.

The Flying Tigers commander shouted from afar, "Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

The rabbit spat and said, "Bullshit!"

He pulled out a grenade, pulled the safety pin, waited two seconds, and then threw it out violently.

The grenade exploded in mid-air, shrapnel flying everywhere.

But this only buys them a few seconds.

The Flying Tigers' firepower only paused for a moment before it immediately intensified again, even more fiercely than before.

The voice outside spoke again:

"This is the last time, lay down your weapons and surrender!"

The doctor glanced at his brothers beside him; some were already dead, and others were about to die.

As he was pondering what to do, he suddenly heard a dull, strange sound.

Immediately afterwards, a concrete pillar a meter away was smashed into pieces, and the entire pillar broke apart with a crash.

The subordinates hiding behind didn't even have time to react. Their bodies were instantly blown apart, blood and flesh flying everywhere. The person hit was completely motionless in an instant, unable to even let out a scream, and died on the spot.

Then the bullets swept across.

In just a few seconds, the doctor and his team were buried there.

The Flying Tigers commander immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared, "Damn it, which other departments are involved in this operation? Why are there heavy machine guns? People are dead now!"

The reply immediately came through the earpiece: "Report, we haven't deployed any heavy machine guns!"

"Report, we don't have any either!"

"Report, heavy machine guns are not police firearms!"

"..."

Upon hearing the reply through the earpiece, the commander's expression changed drastically.

Surprisingly, it wasn't one of their own people firing from outside.

Is someone trying to take advantage of the situation?

He immediately ordered: "Everyone take cover, locate the enemy, remember, the enemy has heavy firepower, execute them on the spot, repeat, execute them on the spot!"

But when the Flying Tigers members found the location of the shooting, they discovered that there was only a Browning heavy machine gun there, and no one else.

Someone had preemptively tightened the trigger of the heavy machine gun with a thick rope, adjusted the mechanism, and left beforehand, which is why the machine gun fired wildly on its own.

Upon seeing this rudimentary, homemade automatic firing mechanism, the commander immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

If the machine gun muzzle had been any lower, his entire squad would have been wiped out.

Who did this?

He hurriedly reported the message to his superiors.

The message was then relayed back to Henry by his superiors.

But Henry didn't receive the news because he was already holding a victory celebration at his private villa in Repulse Bay.

Ya Zi's intelligence report confidently stated that Chen Fei had already appeared, and that she would control him to prevent him from being shot to death.

Henry trusted her greatly and delegated the arrangements to his subordinates, without personally overseeing the process.

The lights were on brightly in the villas in Repulse Bay.

To celebrate the success of tonight's operation, Henry specially prepared several bottles of Louis XIII.

By this time, McLean had drunk quite a bit.

This deputy commissioner of police, who usually acts like an aristocrat in his office, had unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, revealing a patch of gray chest hair.

He was sprawled on the sofa, holding a wine glass in one hand and resting the other on the back of the sofa, a cigar dangling from his mouth, oblivious to the ash that had fallen onto the sofa.

He mumbled, "Henry, this wine is good. Send me two cases to my house later."

"No problem," Henry agreed with a smile, turning around and clapping his hands.

A door in the corner of the living room was opened, and several heavily made-up women walked out.

There were foreigners and Chinese people.

Everyone had an excellent figure and appearance.

Moreover, she was dressed very lightly, wearing a sparkly suspender dress, the fabric of which wasn't even enough to make a pair of underwear.

The high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor.

Henry laughed and said, "Gentlemen, it's time for our post-dinner activities. These beauties are all prepared for you by me. Please enjoy yourselves and wait for good news to come back from the front."

Seeing these women appear.

David Kwong's eyes lit up immediately.

During the day, he appears impeccably dressed in a suit and tie in court, arguing eloquently and righteously.

But at this moment, he acted like a beast, putting down his wine glass and beckoning to the woman closest to him.

The woman then swayed over, plopped down on his lap, hooked her arm around his neck, and whispered something in his ear.

David Kwong laughed so hard his face was all wrinkled, and his hands started to wander over the woman's buttocks.

The others also started to grope the women around them.

Just when the atmosphere inside the room reached its most ambiguous point.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A burst of applause suddenly rang out.

It was genuine applause.

Instead of applause of love.

Then someone said with a smile, "Looks like I've arrived just in time."