The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Yang Dalin quickly said, "That's easy! If it's inconvenient for you, it's convenient for me!"

In a little while, I changed my clothes and took a Russian gun again.

If a conflict really breaks out, and they lose people, they won't be able to find any trouble with us through weapons.

You asked me for help, so you must have asked Director Hou to arrange it, right?

Send a telegram to Director Hou to inform him of the actual situation here, and I will go to assist with the armed escort.

I'm not an active-duty soldier.

Even after being discovered, they were just one part of a smuggling ring.

I helped them get to a safe place, I helped them all the way through, and then I smuggled myself back home.

"But……"

"There's no 'buts' about it, Brother Jing. Just send the telegram. Believe me or not, Director Hou will definitely approve my request. Go and ask him now!"

Captain Jing was genuinely worried that something might go wrong in the final stages of this shipment.

He went to the vehicle to find the communications soldier.

The walkie-talkies carried by signalmen can not only make short-distance telephone calls, but also send telegrams.

It took quite a while before Captain Jing came down.

He showed Yang Dalin a telegram: "Director Hou has agreed and allows you to change into armed gear to help them escort the shipment."

But please be careful.

Once it arrives, we'll immediately find a way to bring it back.

Yang Dalin nodded: "Okay, I understand. I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Captain Jing went to the front and spoke with the middle-aged man from the other side.

The middle-aged man asked the porter to bring out another set of work clothes from the ship, just like his.

Let Yang Dalin put it on directly.

The goods were loaded quickly.

Yang Dalin's military uniform and backpack were not suitable to carry with him, so he could only ask Captain Jing to take them back for him. He carried two rifles and a large amount of ammunition, a Browning pistol, and entered the other party's ship wearing the other party's clothes.

The middle-aged man felt much more at ease.

The ship quickly set off, preparing for its return journey.

Yang Dalin leaned against the side of the boat, gun in hand, warily surveying his surroundings.

The middle-aged man walked over.

He was very polite to Yang Dalin, speaking fluent Mandarin and extending his hand to introduce himself: "Hello, sir, my name is Zhou Shijie."

May I ask your name?

Yang Dalin almost thought his name was Song Shijie.

Yang Dalin suddenly remembered that infamous litigious lawyer.

Since the other party had introduced himself, Yang Dalin also gave himself a pseudonym.

"Oh, hello Mr. Zhou, my name is Zhou Xingxing. What a coincidence, we both have the surname Zhou."

"Yes, yes, what a coincidence, they might have been from the same family five hundred years ago."

"Yes, yes." Yang Dalin was afraid that the other party would really ask him where his hometown was and which Zhou he was from.

He quickly changed the subject, asking, "Shouldn't you have weapons in your situation?"

"Mr. Zhou looks younger than me, may I call you Xingzai?"

"Of course, Brother Jie, just call me Xingzai."

Zhou Shijie told him, "Xingzai, it's not that we don't have firearms, it's that we only have pistols."

Firearms inspections are very strict on Hong Kong Island, so it's not easy for us to get our hands on long guns.

It's not that it's impossible to get it, it's just that using it would be very troublesome.

Moreover, during their inspection, the two ships could engage in close combat and fight directly.

However, the usual approach is to suppress the other party and prevent them from getting close, without killing them as much as possible.

Otherwise they would chase us like mad dogs.

If they investigate too strictly, other smuggling ships will succumb to the pressure and betray us.

The reason I hired you is so that when you encounter coast guard vessels, you can suppress them with long-range fire.

I'm worried that if this batch of goods is damaged in close combat, it will be a real problem.

I see, no wonder.

It would be strange if a big shot who smuggles goods for mainland China didn't have a gun.

However, because the weather here is warm and they wear very thin clothes, it's really not suitable for them to carry long guns on the street. Short guns are easy to hide, so long guns are really not suitable for hiding.

Moreover, once he gets his hands on a long gun, John Bull from Hong Kong Island will relentlessly pursue him.

There's nothing they can do; they're afraid the PLA might attack at any moment.

Therefore, they have always been very strict about checking firearms there.

Especially long spears.

Yang Dalin thought that John Bull was probably mainly afraid of retaliation.

Aren't all those gangs often fighting with sticks and knives too?

Because they generally don't dare to handle guns.

Otherwise, the police could kill them.

The rampant triad activity in Hong Kong during the 1980s and 90s was also partly due to John Bull's deliberate indulgence.

Yang Dalin, who had read the biography of Lei Luo, remembered that the real-life figure behind Lei Luo said that when they were in power, the gangsters didn't dare to be so arrogant.

Do they really think the guns they hold are just sticks for burning?

It was actually the result of John Bull deliberately indulging himself as the return to the West approached.

They just want to leave a mess to the domestic market.

Yang Dalin thought to himself, "Perfect timing. I'm going to Hong Kong Island today, so I'll have some tea and a chat with Detective Lei."

This guy can only work for a few more years, and he'll be resigning soon anyway. We can still have him protect our power for a while.

As for his net worth of 500 million, Yang Dalin really didn't care.

However, even if he doesn't like it, he can't just take it away without worry.

It's all the people's hard-earned money, all obtained through corruption.

Let's keep a large portion of it.

The rest can be left for him to use when he makes a runaway.

Killing him outright would not align with Yang Dalin's current interests.

This guy is still somewhat useful on stage.

Yang Dalin kept his gun at the ready, wondering how he could find an excuse to stay in Hong Kong for a while after arriving there.

How about we pretend to be injured for a while?

But if I want to get hurt, will the other party give me the chance?

Let's wait and see.

Bullets can strike without warning in the dark, so it's best to be careful.

Don't be too reckless.

As the cargo ship approached Hong Kong Island, two coast guard vessels suddenly appeared in the distance.

They started shouting before they were even fully close.

Before Zhou Shijie could speak, Yang Dalin fired two shots, knocking off the horn of the coast guard vessel.

Then open fire to suppress the opponent.

Make the ship speed up and escape.

The coast guard vessel was unaware that the smuggling ship also carried long guns.

They were startled by the fierce firepower.

They didn't dare to chase after them.

However, Yang Dalin failed to defeat any of them.

All the faces I saw were of Asian descent; there were no white people among them.

They're all just trying to make a living; there's no need to kill or injure them.

The cargo ship was out of sight of the coast guard vessel and soon disappeared into the darkness of the night.

After a while, we arrived at a small dock.

There were many porters at the dock.

They worked together seamlessly to unload the goods and load them onto the truck.

Zhou Shijie asked, "Xingzai, thank you. Are you going to rest here for the day and I'll send you away tomorrow night, or are you coming with me to the city?"

Anyway, this batch of goods is going to be transported to the city.

Yang Dalin said firmly, "If I'm going to help someone, I'll help them all the way to your safe warehouse."

I'll go to the city center with Brother Jie and we'll talk about it then.

"Great, it's perfect timing, your brother will treat you to a big meal."

Let's go, get in the car.

If you encounter police on the road, don't worry about them.

Unless they open fire.

Otherwise, I'll handle all the negotiations.

"OK."