Hong Kong variety show: Starting from Cold War 1994

Chapter 67 We are "Professionals" (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Yuen Long, a disco room owned by Tung Ying Group.

The private room was filled with smoke and loud music. Sha Meng was drinking and playing dice with two girls, one on each side.

His black shirt was open, revealing a tiger tattooed on his chest, depicting a tiger descending a mountain.

In this world, anyone who dares to get dragon or tiger tattoos is no ordinary person. It represents confidence and the ability to control one's destiny. Those who can't would have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish long ago.

"Six sixes? Get out of here! I don't have a single one!"

"Haha, drink up, you little rascal!"

"Great stuff, boss!"

Sandman laughed loudly, watching his underling opposite him chug down a large glass of beer with a bitter face, and was about to start another game.

"Boss! Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a sweaty gangster rushed in—it was Seven.

Sandbug frowned and roared, "Fuck your mother, what are you yelling about?"

Seven, panting heavily, said, "Boss, I heard that those bastards from Yi Qun are secretly selling their wares on our Dong Ying turf—..."

"What did you say?" Sandman suddenly sat up straight, waved his hand to stop the music, and pushed the girl next to him away.

"Sit down and explain yourself to me slowly!"

Qi Zai quickly sat down, gulped down most of a bottle of beer, and embellished the news he had heard from Lan Kou Fa.

As Sandman listened to Seven's story, the ferocity on his face became even more pronounced.

He grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it on the ground!

"Bang."

All the underlings in the private room were silent with fear, and the two girls were trembling with apprehension.

Sandman gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck: "Damn it, you worthless Chinese! You opened a red oil warehouse on our Dongying turf without even a word, do you think I'm dead?"

He stared at Qi Zai and pressed, "Do you know exactly where Yi Qun's red oil warehouse is located?"

Seven shook his head: "I only heard that a truck driver passed by here in the middle of the night and saw a few '49s' from Yi Qun directing the unloading of goods. I really don't know the exact address of the warehouse."

He didn't involve the rotten mouth, perhaps also to take all the credit for himself.

"Boss, what do we do now?" asked a bespectacled man with a sleazy appearance.

He was the strategist by Sha Meng's side, nicknamed "Saliva Master," and was responsible for devising plans.

"What to do? The underworld has its rules. Crossing the line will have consequences!"

Sha Meng suddenly stood up: "In Yuen Long, there are only a few suitable places to build a red oil warehouse: container yards, abandoned warehouses, and factories in remote areas. Ah Qi, you take thirty brothers, divide them into three teams, drive trucks out, and help me check Yi Qun's territory one by one. Report me immediately when you find it!"

They were all from Hunyuanlang's side. As one of the Five Tigers, Sha Meng was naturally very clear about the distribution of Yiqun's territory.

"Yeah! Boss!" Seven stood up excitedly.

"Wait!" Kou Shuiquan quickly stopped him.

"Boss, should we speak to the leader first? After all, it involves two gangs, just in case—"

"Yi Qun crossed the line first, so my actions are perfectly justified! I'll report it after I've sorted things out; the big boss will definitely praise me for being so ruthless!"

The underlings around him immediately joined in, creating a lively atmosphere: "Boss, that's awesome!"

"However, the gang leader is very particular about rules. If he finds out we're casually forming other gangs—"

Sandbug waved impatiently to interrupt: "Quanzai, are you confused? They broke the rules first!"

Besides, Yuen Long is my territory, and I'm in charge!

After saying that, he looked at Qi Zai: "Aren't you going?"

"Right away!" Seven shouted, turning around and rushing out of the private room.

Sandman sat down again, opened another bottle of wine, and took several big gulps, his eyes gleaming with greed.

A ton of chili oil can bring in a profit of several thousand dollars, and a warehouse holds at least dozens of tons. All we need to do is smash up Yiqun's warehouse and bring the oil back—

Hehe, speaking of which, I have to thank this God of Wealth, Lanminghua, for secretly getting his hands on red oil, which gave me the opportunity to make a fortune.

After a moment's hesitation, Kou Shuiquan decided to rephrase his statement: "Boss, even if we're going to investigate, it's better to do it covertly. If we alert them and the Yiqun people run away before we know it, we'll be left with nothing."

Sha Meng suddenly sneered, put his arm around Quan Zai's shoulder, and whispered, "Quan Zai, do you think I only act impulsively?"

"Uh, boss, that's not what I meant—"

"Let me tell you, I'm not only going to investigate, I'm going to make sure the whole of Yuen Long knows about it, and then I'll take over some of Yi-Kwan's territory. Ha, I'm going to storm into Lan Ming-Hua's territory right now to settle things and see if he's really not afraid of death!"

After saying that, Sha Meng waved his hand and said, "Ah Biao, gather all the '49's' from the gang, bring your weapons and come with me to the Golden Brilliance Nightclub! Kou Shui Quan, you stay here and wait for Qi Zai's news. If you find anything, kill me immediately!"

"Understood, boss!"

"Those bastards from the Yiqun Gang dared to mess with our Tung Ying; we'll definitely teach them a lesson!"

Kou Shuiquan watched Sha Meng and his gang leave, shaking his head with a wry smile.

He knew Sandman's temperament; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

Now we can only hope that things don't escalate too much, otherwise we'll have a hard time explaining ourselves to the Dragon Head Camel.

In Lankou Village, in the grove of trees, it was already completely dark.

Shen Shaofeng leaned against the black Nissan, his back to the repair shop 500 meters away, and silently smoked.

Even if those outsiders also used high-powered binoculars to look, they wouldn't see a single glimmer of light.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

"Feed".

"Shaofeng, twenty minutes ago, a conflict broke out between Tung Ying Sha Meng and Yi Qun Lan Ming Hua at the Golden Brilliant Nightclub. The New Territories North Anti-Triad Unit received my advance notice and has already intervened."

"Understood, boss. I'll get to work now."

"Hmm, be careful."

Shen Shaofeng hung up the phone, quickly walked to the edge of the woods, and patted He Guozheng on the shoulder: "Roy, we can leave now."

He Guozheng turned his head, his face full of doubt: "Withdraw now? Those people inside—"

"The Dongying and Yiqun have already started fighting, right on the territory of the rotten-life Hua."

Shen Shaofeng spoke rapidly: "The New Territories North Anti-Triad Unit has already intervened. Rotten Life Wah is currently preoccupied with his own problems; his opportunity has arrived."

He Guozheng's eyes lit up: "Then we can arrest these people?"

Shen Shaofeng shook his head: "It's not us. You go back to Division 0 immediately and notify Teams B1-1 and B1-2 to assemble at our hidden office in the North New Territories and await my orders. Remember, keep a low profile and don't alert anyone."

He Guozheng quickly put away his binoculars and prepared to leave. Seeing Shen Shaofeng standing still, he asked in confusion, "What about you? Are you staying to keep watch?"

"I need to wait for a group of people; some things require professionals to handle."

Shen Shaofeng couldn't tell him about Cai Yuanqi, so he made up an excuse.

"A professional?"

He Guozheng was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, but wisely didn't say anything more.

Having served in the police force for so many years, he knows that there are some things one shouldn't know and it's best not to ask.

"Okay, I'll go back and make arrangements." He waved and retreated into the depths of the woods, driving away in the opposite direction.

Shen Shaofeng looked in the direction He Guozheng had left, waited for a moment, then returned to the car and took out an encrypted satellite phone from the armrest.

This was specifically given to him by Cai Yuanqi.

The call connected, and Cai Yuanqi's steady voice came from the other end: "Shaofeng?"

Without needing caller ID, the only person who could be contacting him via satellite phone at this time would almost certainly be Shen Shaofeng.

"Inspector Cai, the target's hideout has been confirmed. There are at least six extremely dangerous armed personnel inside, equipped with automatic weapons, and possibly explosives as well—"

"Requesting support from the Shadow Forces to carry out a surprise attack."

There was no need to waste time reporting the specific details of my actions over the past two days to Cai Yuanqi; he only needed the results.

"Location? Time?"

"Target location: Cheung Lung Auto Repair Shop, Lam Hau Village, Yuen Long. There's an abandoned container yard two kilometers east of there, which would be a good meeting point. My initial plan is to move out after 1 a.m."

"A six-man squad will arrive at the designated location in forty-five minutes. The commander's code name is Stone. This is his satellite phone number —"

"You know exactly what I want, Shaofeng. Don't let me down. If it succeeds, I'll handle the follow-up."

"Understood, Inspector Choi. I plan to share the credit with the entire B team afterwards to win them over."

This statement was mostly meant to deceive Cai Yuanqi. After spending more than two months together, Shen Shaofeng had indeed developed a sense of camaraderie with these men.

"You're a smart guy, so we'll do as you say."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Shaofeng cleaned up all the traces at the scene, then started the car and slowly drove out of the grove, heading towards the container yard.

Upon arriving at the abandoned container yard, Shen Shaofeng parked his car in a secluded corner, turned off the engine and lights, and waited quietly.

The container yard was deathly silent, save for the mournful sound of the night wind blowing through the rusty metal sheets.

Shen Shaofeng leaned back in the driver's seat and dozed off for a while, silently calculating the time. He then raised his left hand and looked at his watch.

Forty-five minutes have passed.

Just then, the satellite phone vibrated.

Shen Shaofeng answered the phone: "Feed?"

"Shen Sir, this is Stone." A deep, emotionless male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"We've arrived, where are you?"

Shen Shaofeng looked out the car window toward the entrance to the container yard.

Under the moonlight, a dark gray van without any markings could be vaguely seen.

"I'm in the southeast corner, a black Nissan."

"receive."

The van pulled up next to Shen Shaofeng's car, the door opened, and six fully armed figures filed out.

They were all dressed in dark gray combat uniforms, with bulletproof tactical vests over them, elbow and knee pads on their limbs, and black masks and tactical helmets on their heads, only their eyes were visible.

MP5 submachine gun, Austrian Glock 17 pistol, tactical flashlight, hand grenades, stun grenades, night vision goggles, communication headset —

Each person was covered in equipment, yet they moved almost without making a sound, demonstrating an extremely high level of professionalism.

Except for the absence of the "SDU" lettering on their tactical vests, this squad was essentially no different from the Flying Tigers.

The leader walked to Shen Shaofeng's car, pulled down his mask, and knocked on the car window.

"Sir Shen, this is Michael, codename Stone."

>