Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 176 People are not divided into noble and lowly, but they are divided into high and low values.

"Brother Jun, I've heard that a group of assassins from the former South Vietnamese special forces are tracking you!"

Upon learning the news, Huang Bi'an was worried about Chen Jiajun's safety and immediately informed him.

"I see."

Chen Jiajun nodded, then hung up the phone with a furrowed brow.

In fact, Chen Jiajun already knew last night that Jiang Tianyang had issued a kill order and that Azha had sent Ruan Wenshan to assassinate him. This was all information that Lao Yu had gathered.

The question is, how did Huang Bi'an find out?

Last time, Huang Bian informed her in advance that Jiang Tianyang and the Yue Nan Gang had joined forces, with the Eight-Faced Buddha supporting them from behind.

At the time, he didn't think about it in detail, after all, Huang Bi'an also had another identity: the person in charge of the Razor Gang in Hong Kong.

However, upon closer reflection, the information provided by Wong Pik-On was more accurate and detailed than that of Leung Kwan.

Could it be that Huang Bi'an has her own sources of information?
However, the Razor Gang and Huang Bi'an's own family seem to have no connection with the Yue Nan Gang at all, right?
Putting that matter aside for now, the car slowly drove towards Repulse Bay. Chen Jiajun looked behind him through the rearview mirror and saw several cars chasing after them from afar.

"You blind fool!"

"Get ready to take action."

"Jingle Bell!"

As soon as Chen Jiajun gave the order, his mobile phone rang.

Chen Jiajun answered the phone, and an unfamiliar male voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Chen, this is Yang Jinrong, a police officer from the Political Department. We have received intelligence that a group of assassins are chasing you. Please do not panic, we will protect your safety."

As soon as the call was answered, the other party immediately identified themselves and stated their purpose.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiajun immediately frowned.

He wanted to solve the problem in his own way, but he didn't expect the political department to be so efficient.
Yang Jinrong continued, "There is a BMW with license plate number XXXX to your left. Inside the car is Long Jiu, a senior inspector from our Political Department, and his brother Long Wu."

Chen Jiajun looked up and saw that the BMW in front of him on the left had stepped on the brakes and was parallel to the Mercedes-Benz Pullman.

The car window rolled down, and Lung Wu and Lung Kau's faces appeared before Chan Ka Chun. Lung Wu showed his police badge and spread it out to identify himself.

"I saw."

Yang Jinrong gave a very detailed explanation: "Mr. Chen, please have your convoy follow the BMW. We have already arranged for police to go to the Repulse Bay area."

No matter what happens, please do not get out of your vehicle. Your Mercedes Pullman has VR9 bulletproof protection; unless it's a bomb, you will be safe inside. Leave the rest to the police.

"understood."

“Very good, Mr. Chen, see you later.”

"Dududu..."

Yaqi and the others had heard the gist of it and immediately asked, "Big brother, what do we do now?"

"In that case, let's leave it to them. Have the brothers follow the BMW and put away their guns!" Chen Jiajun instructed after a moment's thought.

……

They followed the BMW for nearly five minutes without the Yue Nan Gang assassins noticing.

Once they entered an abandoned factory, Ruan Wenshan carefully instructed, "Remember, kill everyone else later, but spare Boss Jun's life first. After we've squeezed every last drop of value out of him, then kill him."

"I know, Brother Shan."

"OK!"

The brothers readily agreed.

The car stopped, Nguyen Van Son opened the door, placed his hand inside his shirt, and the group of several people quickly moved toward their destination.

Just then!
"Hands up! We are the Hong Kong Royal Police!"

Suddenly, dozens of members of the Hong Kong Flying Tigers, who had been lying in ambush, emerged from the front, each armed with a submachine gun.

"Damn it! I've been ambushed!"

"withdraw!"

Nguyen Van Son was sweating profusely and ran to his car without thinking. At the same time, another group of plainclothes police officers appeared at the scene with pistols. The leader of the group left Nguyen Van Son standing there dumbfounded.

"Nguyen Van Son!"

"Fifth...Fifth Brother, is that you?"

Long Wu looked at Ruan Wenshan with a stern expression, and said with a hint of disappointment, "Put down your gun!"

"Let your mother go!"

As Nguyen Van Son shouted, gunfire erupted. Nguyen Van Son and Long Wu fired at each other almost simultaneously and rushed toward the cover beside them.

Upon seeing this, members of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region and the Flying Tigers also raised their guns and fired wildly at the Vietnamese men. In just one exchange, both sides suffered losses, and many people fell to the ground in pools of blood.

The three policemen from the Political Department, who were holding guns and leaning against the stone pillar, stumbled and fell to the ground.

They were all riddled with bullet holes, and blood was everywhere.

The police officers beside him looked tense but resolute, each holding a gun and ready to sacrifice themselves.

They were not only serving Jun, a famous Hong Kong tycoon, but also risking their lives to protect the reputation of the police force!

There is no inherent hierarchy among people, but there is a significant difference in their perceived value...

It sounds cruel, but that's the truth!
Ruan Wenshan leaned against the back of a car, panting heavily. He was shocked by the heroic performance of the Hong Kong police force and couldn't understand how so many officers would risk their lives to protect a triad boss.

As a former special forces soldier, he knew very well that he had used up all his opportunities.

Waiting any longer would be futile; the Hong Kong Royal Police would certainly be sending reinforcements continuously.

If they can't escape, they will die.

Of course, Nguyen Van Son was arrogantly confident that he could escape!

He exchanged a glance with his brother, made a gesture, and the other immediately understood what he meant.

Meanwhile, the voice of the political officer, Long Jiu, rang out in the underground parking garage, "Nguyen Van Son, surrender immediately, and we will plead with the judge on your behalf based on your surrender."

"We'll count to three and then immediately launch our breakout!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"No, no! I surrender."

"Officer, we surrender!"

"Don't shoot!"

Several former special forces soldiers from Viet Nam, acting on orders from Nguyen Van Son, raised their hands and stood up from behind stone pillars or vehicles, shouting. The remaining former special forces soldiers gripped their pistols, ready to take advantage of the Hong Kong police's momentary lapse in vigilance and carve a bloody path through the enemy lines.

The Flying Tigers exchanged glances, awaiting orders from Senior Inspector Long Jiu of the Political Department.

"and many more!"

Long Wu saw through Ruan Wenshan's scheme: "Ruan Wenshan, come out here!"

Fuck your mother!

Ruan Wenshan shouted angrily, grabbed his gun with both hands, and leaped quickly, firing several shots at the same time. He then suddenly stopped and slid under a car.

His men acted swiftly and opened fire on the police officers.

Gunfire erupted again, and the Vietnamese men who came out to surrender were shot multiple times and fell to the ground under the cover of fire from both sides.

"Tear gas!"

Long Jiu immediately issued the order.

More than a dozen tear gas canisters were thrown out at the same time, and Flying Tigers members wearing gas masks and political police quickly responded.

Nguyen Van Son and his brothers took off running frantically outside. Uniformed police officers from the Hong Kong Police Station, who had been lying in ambush outside the factory, saw Nguyen Van Son with a gun and, without thinking, opened fire, riddling him with bullets.

"Da da da!"

The officers fired until all the Vietnamese men in front of them were shot and fell down, then they put down their .38 pistols.

"Sir, the target has been killed!" the officers reported over their headsets.

"Seal the scene!"

Long Jiu shouted into the walkie-talkie.

Members of the Flying Tigers and officers from the Hong Kong Police Station set up police cordons and began cleaning up the scene. Ambulances were already on standby, and the injured police officers were loaded onto the vehicles on stretchers.

Chen Jiajun did not show up from beginning to end; he remained seated in the car the entire time.

"Hello, I am Lung Kau, Senior Inspector of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region."

A short-haired, smart, and highly recognizable young woman extended her hand to him.

This was the first time Lung Kau had seen the most handsome boss in all of Hong Kong. She had only seen him in photos before, but after meeting him in person, Lung Kau found that Chan Ka Chun was not photogenic at all...

Chen Jiajun, who was familiar with Hong Kong films, immediately recognized her: "Miss Lung Gau, hello. This must be the famous Mr. Lung Ng, right?"

"Chen Sheng is not a famous person."

Long Wu extended his hand and shook hands briefly with Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun asked, "How are the injured police officers?"

"They've all been sent to Mary Hospital, but two of them are already beyond saving," Long Jiu sighed.

Chen Jiajun looked regretful: "They are all very young."

Long Jiu said seriously, "But they are all police officers."

Chen Jiajun pulled out a check: "I want to contribute my modest efforts to their families."

Long Jiu shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, don't worry. The police force will give them the benefits they deserve."

“This won’t do; they died for me.”

Chen Jiajun insisted on his opinion, and Long Jiu, seeing this, stopped insisting and accepted the check.

Long Jiu nodded: "Yue Nanzai, does Mr. Chen know who the real culprit is?"

Chen Jiajun paused for a moment, then feigned ignorance and said, "I don't know. These days, Yue Nanzai, the assassin, can take a life for 200,000 yuan..."

At this moment, Yang Jinrong stepped forward and said, "Inspector Long, this is tomorrow's press release. Please take a look."

At this time, Yang Jinrong had just joined the Political Department. His rank was much lower than Long Jiu's, and he was also much younger.

Long Jiu took the document, glanced at it for a moment, and then handed it to Chen Jiajun, saying, "Mr. Chen, please take a look and make some changes."

In Hong Kong during the 1980s, having money meant you could flaunt it.

Although Chan Ka-Chun is the leader of Hung Hing, he is also a generous citizen who has donated 50 million and a philanthropist who has donated a school. He must consult others before publishing his article.

After carefully reviewing the document, Chen Jiajun closed it after a moment and said, "Make it simpler, and hide my relevant information."

"Understood!" Yang Jinrong picked up the folder and left.

Because the police handled the situation quickly, the public outcry was quelled soon after the news was released, but the underworld in Hong Kong was in an uproar.

11 p.m.

A Toyota sedan, escorted by several vans, slowly approached the vicinity of the Tin Hau Temple in Yuen Long. Ah-Zha got out of the car, smoking a cigarette.

Gazing at the deep sea, his eyes flickered, and he took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Everyone, go check around and make sure no one ruins our good deed."

Tony and Tiger immediately led their men to search the surrounding area.

About ten minutes later, the brothers finished their inspection, silently approached Ah Zha, and nodded to him.

At that moment, a fishing boat appeared on the sea and slowly approached the shore.

Ah Zha quickly led his brothers to greet them.

"Ah Zha!"

Wei Shali looked around warily before jumping off the boat.

"Inspect the goods first, then I'll call Jiang Tianyang!" Azha said hurriedly.

Wei Shali tossed a piece of laundry detergent to Azha.

Ah Zha took the handout that was tossed to his henchman.

The henchman used a knife to cut open some of the inhaled liquid, inhaled it all into his nose, shuddered, and gave Ah Zha a thumbs up:

"AAA, top-tier!"

Ah Zha nodded and took out his mobile phone to call Jiang Tianyang.

But at this moment, everyone suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Huhuhuhu~"

A deep sound lingered in the air, a sound that was very familiar to Azha and the others!

In an instant, a bad premonition gripped them. Everyone's scalp tingled, their faces changed drastically, and as they looked up, their expressions were filled with shock, and they cried out in horror:
"run!"

A Cobra armed helicopter, its long wings flashing, hovered in mid-air.

On both sides of the helicopter, the doors were wide open, and Wang Jianjun and others, fully armed, were holding M60 general-purpose machine guns. In addition, the rocket launchers and Gatling guns on both sides of the helicopter opened fire instantly!
(End of this chapter)