Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 177 Soaring Like a Wild Goose in the West Wind, Soaring Across the Azure Clouds in One Flying Step
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Boom boom boom!"

In the pitch-black night sky, two heavy machine guns spewed out a meter-long stream of flame, like two giant dragons tearing the night sky apart!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Cobra helicopters flew low overhead, and heavy machine guns and rocket pods fired wildly at the ground and sea. Wang Jianjun and his men's primary targets were the vehicles and boats of the group.

"Quick! Disperse!"

At that moment, Azha roared in a hoarse voice, feeling as if the sky was about to collapse. He screamed and immediately ran forward.

Several bullets and small rockets hit the car he had just arrived in.

A moment!

Several cars were torn to pieces, and bullets even hit the fuel tanks, causing an explosion.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Shali's fishing boat was also instantly covered by powerful firepower, and the laundry detergent worth hundreds of millions of yuan sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Damn it!"

"Who said Hong Kong police are easy to talk to!"

Even now, Ah Zha still hasn't realized who's behind the helicopter in mid-air. All he wants to do is run, run as fast as he can!

He had witnessed the power of the Cobra armed helicopter when he was in South Vietnam.

Looking for cover?

Unless it's reinforced concrete, it's nothing but trash in front of this helicopter.

"puff!"

One of the henchmen was hit by a stray bullet, and before he could even scream, his body was instantly blown to pieces.

Blood splattered all over A-Zha's face, but A-Zha couldn't care about anything else at this moment. He only knew to run forward with all his might.

After a frantic run, Azha flipped and leaped, hiding under a large rock by the roadside.

"Fuck his mother!"

"Have the Hong Kong police gone mad?"

At this moment, A Zha, the arrogant and domineering leader of the Yue Nan Gang, trembled with fear.

His mind was filled with endless fear; if he had known this would happen, he would have preferred to stay in the refugee center.

It’s over! All is lost!

At this moment, faced with endless firepower, Azha truly felt afraid.

Screams and explosions rose and fell, and the shards of stone kicked up by heavy machine gun fire scraped painfully from Azha.

at this time.

A head, still covered in flesh and blood, fell in front of Azha.

That belongs to his brother Tony.

His eyes were fixed on Ah Zha, his pupils filled with fear, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!
"what!"

Another scream rang out. Just as Ah Hu was about to reach the boulder, his right leg was struck, and he fell to the ground. Ah Zha rushed forward without hesitation and dragged Ah Hu over.

"elder brother……"

Ah Hu, barely clinging to Ah Zha's hand, coughed up blood.

"Ah Hu, Ah Hu, it's alright, it's alright."

Ah Zha stammered as she comforted her younger brother.

"I...I want to go home. It's too dangerous outside...I want to go back to Yue Nan..."

After saying that, Ah Hu breathed his last.

"Ahhhh!"

At that moment, Ah Zha went mad, roaring as he pulled out his pistol and fired at the Cobra helicopter in the sky, but it was destined to be in vain.

On the other side, Wang Jianjun and his men never stopped firing from beginning to end. The ten of them used thermal imaging to see where people were running and then fired their guns in that direction.

Countless gunshots lit up the sky over Yuen Long, and at least several thousand bullets were used up in just a few minutes.

This area has become a living hell, with severed limbs, remains, and flying blood everywhere.

……

"Attention all officers! A large-scale gunfight has broken out near the Kwun Yam Tin Hau Temple in Yuen Long. Please proceed to the scene immediately!"

"I'll repeat... all officers in the vicinity, please proceed to the scene immediately, and be careful!"

"OVER!"

Upon receiving the alarm, the emergency call center immediately issued orders to nearby officers.

"Roger that!"

"Everyone, get on the bus immediately!"

Wong Chi-shing, from the West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit, immediately threw down his cigarette, shouted something outside, attached the siren to the roof of the car, and sounded the alarm.

"what's the situation?"

Lu Qichang jumped into the passenger seat and grabbed the handrail.

"Large-scale gunfight breaks out at Guanyin Tianhou Temple!"

Huang Zhicheng gave a brief explanation, stepped on the gas, and drove towards Yuen Long.

But when they got nearby and heard the dense gunfire and saw half the sky turned red, they were dumbfounded.

"Fuck you! This is a gunfight? This isn't war?"

A uniformed policeman was pale and felt unsteady on his feet.

"Go to hell!"

Huang Zhicheng was also terrified when he saw this scene.

"what is that?"

Lu Qichang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, because what was happening before his eyes was unbelievable.

Because there was an armed helicopter hovering in mid-air, something that even the best-equipped Flying Tigers, let alone the Hong Kong Garrison, didn't have!

And all of these police officers' sidearms are .38 caliber!

What can they use to fight against this group of forces?
The gunfire that had occurred near the Tin Hau Temple in Yuen Long has ceased, leaving behind a battlefield that resembles a living hell.

The wreckage of several cars and fishing boats was engulfed in flames, and the ground was littered with severed limbs.

Huang Zhicheng was very familiar with some of these people, the three Tony brothers... Half of Ah Zha's head had been scraped off, he was holding Ah Hu's corpse in his arms, and not far away, Tony's head lay dead with its eyes wide open.

The son of the drug lord of northern Myanmar, Eight-Faced Buddha, Wei Shali, and the several boxes of laundry detergent on the ground all tell the story of what happened here before.

Everyone was utterly mutilated and their bodies were mangled beyond recognition!

Besides the smell of gunpowder, there was also a bloody smell in the air.

Since the Flying Tigers support team from Hong Kong Island had not yet arrived, Wong Chi-shing could only watch helplessly as the Cobra armed helicopters threateningly flew low and away.

Among the police officers were military enthusiasts who clearly recognized the model of the armed helicopter.
A standard high-tech U.S. military aircraft, costing $3100 million per unit.

Why would this thing appear on Hong Kong Island?
Not to mention the north, even the garrison on Hong Kong Island doesn't have one. Moreover, since the Cobra attack helicopter was invented, there has been no record of it being exported. Its performance far surpasses that of the Lynx helicopter in the British Army.

After watching the helicopter leave, Huang Zhicheng and the others had no desire to resist it.

Even because they had killed a group of drug lords, they wanted to shout: "Well done! You've rid the people of a scourge!"

Police support arrived quickly, with more and more police cars appearing at the scene. Political Commissar He Guorong, the Flying Tigers, and representatives of the British Army stationed in Hong Kong arrived at the scene.

Police tape was put up at the scene, and all the reporters were forced to move more than a kilometer away. Reporters who were previously able to move freely in Hong Kong were even warned and ordered not to take pictures.

After all, this matter is so significant that they dare not spread information before the outcome is confirmed, because if this situation is not handled properly, it will become a major diplomatic incident.

Political Minister Ha Kwok-wing personally led a team to search the site and found countless heavy machine gun shell casings, as well as shell casings left behind by rocket launchers.

After a thorough inspection, Bai Shibin said to He Guorong with a serious expression, "Sir, it is indeed a Cobra armed helicopter. It seems we should inform the relevant American agencies stationed in Hong Kong about this."

"Take the relevant evidence and go find them immediately! Also, immediately notify the Marine Police and Customs Department to maintain a tight presence in the relevant areas."

"Furthermore, immediately call the Governor of Hong Kong, Michael Mak, and have him call Guangdong Province to request assistance in the investigation!"

Upon hearing this, He Guorong felt extremely overwhelmed.

Flying Tigers Captain Huang Dashi carefully questioned the officers present, then took out his walkie-talkie and looked at the map:

"Attention, teams!"

"The helicopter is escaping in the northeast direction." Just then, the police paging station sent another message:

"Attention all police officers! A large-scale gun battle has broken out near Pak Sha Wan in Sai Kung. The rioters used automatic rifles and other firearms. The number of perpetrators is unknown!"

"To reiterate... please be careful!"

"OVER!"

……

"Attention all officers! A massive horse-riding demonstration of a thousand people has broken out on Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui! One side is suspected to be 'Brother Kun,' the FIT leader of the Hung Hing Mong Kok branch, and the other side is 'Prince,' the former FIT leader of the Hung Hing Tsim Sha Tsui branch!"

……

"A massive horse-riding event with thousands of participants takes place on Hung Chiu Road, Kwun Tong!"

……

After receiving several warning messages in succession, Huang Zhicheng felt a chill run down his spine!

Is there any necessary connection between the three Tony brothers, Wei Shali, Prince, Chen Dayu, and Hung Hing?
Or perhaps... the Cobra armed helicopters are part of Hung Hing's forces?
Could it be that Boss Jun has already gained the support of the US military?

As the highest-ranking officer present, Ho Kwok-wing immediately issued an order: "Wong Chi-shing, Luk Kai-cheung, you two go to Tsim Sha Tsui right away."

"YES, SIR!"

The anti-triad members present paused, saluted, and then got into their car to head to Tsim Sha Tsui and Kwun Tong.

……

Half an hour ago, at Pak Sha Wan, Sai Kung.

Pak Sha Wan is an inner harbor in Hong Kong, located in the central part of the Sai Kung Peninsula in the New Territories. It is surrounded by land on three sides, with only the southeastern part of the inner harbor, Sanxing Bay, connecting to Niuwei Sea.

At this moment, Jiang Tianyang, along with Che Baoshan, Shen Xianke, and others, sat at the tea table with the Eight-Faced Buddha, drinking tea and chatting.

Eight-Faced Buddha took a sip of Pu'er tea and asked, "How did you resolve the problem for A-Zha and the others later?"

"It's a sham marriage. Although the law is strict, the Governor of Hong Kong can't just let people's families break up."

Jiang Tianyang said, puffing on his cigar.

"Tsk, your older brother was really a fool back then. If you brothers had joined forces, Sun Kee, the Numbers Gang, and Wo Luen Shing would not have been a match for you."

The Eight-Faced Buddha put down his teacup and sighed.

"I was so naive back then," Jiang Tianyang said with deep emotion.

While they chatted, they would occasionally raise their hands to check the time.

The Wei brothers, Shali and Tony, hadn't called yet, and the goods hadn't been handed over to each other. It was impossible for Jiang Tianyang to rashly hand over the cash to Bamianfo.

Impatient, Eight-Faced Buddha took out his mobile phone and dialed Wei Shali's number, but after the dial tone, there was only a busy signal.

"What's going on? Call Ah Zha." Eight-Faced Buddha seemed vaguely uneasy.

Jiang Tianyang looked at Shenxianke, who then pulled out his mobile phone.

"Jingle Bell!"

Just then, the telephone rang urgently.

The immortal put down the phone, the eight-faced Buddha put down his teacup, and everyone looked at Jiang Tianyang, Jiang Tianyang's elder brother.

Upon answering the phone, Jiang Tianyang heard the prince's cries for help: "Brother Tianyang, the Hung Hing men are coming!"

"What?" Jiang Tianyang immediately stood up.

At that moment, a murderous intent suddenly appeared!
"kill!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

A sudden burst of shouts and cries of battle erupted from all directions, followed by a barrage of gunfire that sounded like firecrackers exploding.

Under the dark night.

The Hell Knights, fully equipped with US military gear, raced madly toward White Sand Bay.

They wore Kevlar bulletproof helmets, black bulletproof vests, knee and elbow pads on their wrists and ankles, and combat boots.

They picked up their M16A1s and started firing wildly.

Even without thermal imaging night vision devices, they possess powerful night vision capabilities.

"You son of a bitch! You've been ambushed!"

Here they come, here they come, that familiar feeling is back. Eight-Faced Buddha, who suffered a great loss when he traded with Wang Bao before, knows that the group that attacked them before has come to kill them!

In just one encounter, Jiang Tianyang and Che Baoshan lost many of their elite troops.

"Brother Tianyang! Let's go!"

Jiang Tianyang's loyal brother, Shen Xianke, and Jiang Tianyang's nephew, Che Baoshan, stood in front of Jiang Tianyang without hesitation.

"Don't move!"

"Give up resistance!"

At this moment, the enemy had already reached them.

In the darkness, Eight-Faced Buddha, Jiang Tianyang, and the others saw countless pairs of scarlet eyes.

They were all carrying M16A1 rifles, wearing standard US military individual equipment, and exuding a terrifying aura. These... these are regular troops?

“The three Tony brothers and Wei Shali are all dead and their bodies are torn to pieces. Now, my eldest brother sent me to see you off.”

Just then, a strong, burly man emerged from the darkness. This man was Old Evil, who had rushed back from Haojiang!

Scenes flashed through his mind, and the Eight-Faced Buddha recognized the other party. He raised his iron hand: "You did it!"

Although there are rumors on Hong Kong Island that it was Boss Jun who killed Wang Bao back then, Eight-Faced Buddha has always had doubts about this.

"Not too stupid."

"You refuse to leave Heaven even though it has a reason, but you barge into Hell even though it has no gates."

"I thought I let you off the hook last time, and you'd learned your lesson."

"Go down and help your son sell salted duck eggs!"

The old man said in a sinister tone, and then waved his hand.

Several Hell Knights stepped forward, pointing their guns at Eight-Faced Buddha's men. Eight-Faced Buddha immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "You can't do this! I have General Khun Sa behind me, and he won't let you get away with this!"

"Da da da!"

He was met with several gunshots, and after the gunshots, a few more souls were lost in this world.

“Chen Jiajun and I have already reached an agreement.” Jiang Tianyang felt fear in his heart.

"Are you an idiot? Alliances are meant to be torn up!"

The old man looked at Jiang Tianyang with disdain, his eyes filled with contempt.

Surrounded by gunmen and seeing the corpses of the Eight-Faced Buddha on the ground, Jiang Tianyang knew that Chen Jiajun had been holding back for so long to wipe them all out in one fell swoop. He quickly said, "Spare my life, and this money is yours!"

As he spoke, he opened the trunk of the Mercedes: "Just let me go, and all this money is yours. Not only that, I'll give you another sum when I return to Siam!"

"You idiot, we'll kill you, and all this money will be ours!"

Old Evil didn't want to waste words with Jiang Tianyang at all, and simply raised his hand.

The next moment, everyone pulled the trigger.

Gunshots echoed throughout Baisha Bay.

Che Baoshan had already fallen into a pool of blood, while Shenxian fell right before Jiang Tianyang's eyes.

Jiang Tianyang was shot multiple times and knelt on both knees!

He is dying!
In terms of cunning, he is half a step ahead of Heaven.

With just a few words and a single act of selling fake laundry detergent, the entire underworld of Hong Kong was thrown into chaos, causing Yue Nanzai to submit and the Crown Prince to submit!

Before coming to Hong Kong, he only had a group of loyal subordinates such as Shen Xianke and Che Baoshan. In less than half a month, he became the largest underground force in Hong Kong after Hung Hing, Sun Kei, Number Gang, Wo Luen Shing, and Tung Sing.

But the wind blows down a thousand trees of blossoms, leaving only the fragrance on the road; all that was dazzling seemed so fleeting.

The road is long, the sky is vast, and so is the graceful figure.

Like a swan soaring in the west wind, it soars across the azure clouds in a single leap.

I laugh at myself, a lone wagtail, alone on the plains, where the setting sun casts a hazy glow of smoke, and the evening sand is bitterly cold.

In the night after our meeting, the bright moon shines over the riverbank.

(End of this chapter)