Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Gunshots rang out inside the restaurant, and problems also arose outside.

Sergeant Chu Wah-biu of the Major Crimes Unit was originally transferred to the EU Department to patrol the streets.

They happened to be patrolling near the restaurant and immediately led their men to provide support.

Meanwhile, the professor outside the door started fighting with the EU members.

The scene was instantly chaotic.

"Let's split up." The professor saw that the EU's support was increasing and knew that they definitely couldn't delay any longer.

He pulled two grenades out of his pocket and threw them toward the police.

The loud explosion sent ordinary citizens scattering like headless flies, greatly hindering the police pursuit.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the professor and his group scattered and fled.

Yang Zhilong led the members of the Major Crimes Unit to chase after the professor and his group, while Zhu Huabiao on the EU side was held back by a pregnant woman.

After chasing for two blocks, Yang Zhilong arrived at the bustling train station, only to realize that he had lost his brother.

Yang Zhilong immediately tensed up, looking around at the crowd and searching for the professor.

Just as Yang Zhilong was about to fire a warning shot to make everyone crouch down.

The professor suddenly emerged from the crowd, covered Yang Zhilong's mouth with one hand, and then plunged a sharp knife directly into Yang Zhilong's chest.

By the time the crowd discovered Yang Zhilong with a pool of blood on his chest, the professor had already disappeared.

What the professor and his group did today is something that is extremely rare in the history of Hong Kong.

They clashed with police in the street, using automatic weapons and even grenades.

No one expected this situation.

It's fair to say that all the triads in Hong Kong were stunned by this group of ruthless bandits.

However, one person was particularly agitated at this moment. This person was Shin Kee, who had done business with the Khun Sa Group.

Now, the head of the new reporter, Axe Jun, is completely bewildered by the news on TV. The madness of this group of lunatics has clearly exceeded his expectations.

Enraged, Axe Jun stubbed out his cigarette and made a phone call to Zhang Suquan.

"How did you hire these people? Are you all crazy?"

After the call connected, Axe Jun roared, "Cooperating with you guys is the worst luck imaginable! Are you planning to start a war with the police in Hong Kong?"

What the professor and his group did could truly be considered a terrorist attack.

If the British weren't so afraid of what's happening on the mainland, they might have already mobilized their troops.

Zhang Suquan, who was scolded mercilessly, also felt very wronged.

He had warned Khun Sa long ago that the professor and his gang of lunatics were not to be trusted.

Unfortunately, Khun Sa wouldn't listen to him. What could he do?
Now, Zhang Suquan is in a situation where he pleases neither side, which makes him very depressed.

However, what's done is done, and there's no point in complaining.

Zhang Suquan calmed himself down and said with a smile to Axe Jun, "Brother Jun, don't get so worked up. These guys are a bit rough around the edges, but it has nothing to do with us, right?"

"How can it be unrelated? Wait, you wouldn't be thinking of something, would you?" Axe Jun suddenly realized something and paused for a moment before speaking.

Zhang Suquan nodded: "Once he delivers the goods out of Hong Kong, General Khun Sa will deal with them directly. Once the man is dead, who would dare to pin the blame on us? Who would believe us?"

Axe-Hand Jun was relieved to hear Zhang Suquan say that.

However, Axe-Head Jun was also very wary of Zhang Suquan's behavior: "You wouldn't sell me out too, would you?"

Zhang Suquan quickly replied, "How could that be? We need your help to sell our goods, Brother Jun. Would we do something so unethical?"

Axe Jun is a former thug, and he dislikes dealing with cunning guys like Zhang Suquan the most.

He definitely wouldn't have partnered with Zhang Suquan if he hadn't been eyeing the profits from laundry detergent.

After a moment of silence, Axe Jun said coldly, "Keep 30% of this batch. I'll take it. Any problems?"

"There are too many Jun brothers here." Zhang Suquan frowned immediately.

After all, Axe Jun was asking for an exorbitant amount, demanding 30% of the 200 million worth of goods as a reward. That's no small sum, especially at this time.

Axe Jun said coldly, "Do you think that with such a bad relationship with Hung Hing, any triad in Hong Kong would be willing to help you in this matter? It would be good enough if they didn't laugh at you. I want 30%, and from now on, I'll take care of all the goods your Khun Sa Group sells in Hong Kong. You won't need to find an idiot like Tsang Kin to cooperate with you anymore."

It must be said that Zhang Suquan was somewhat tempted by Axe Jun's proposal.

Their goods have been having problems because they offended Chan Ka-Chun, which has resulted in almost no triads in Hong Kong cooperating with them.

If people who sell in bulk are unstable, how can they make money?
But Axe Jun was different. Although he was defeated by Hung Hing once, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

With so many properties under Xinji's control—nightclubs, bars, and dance halls—they provide stable distribution channels. Xinji alone can handle all the goods shipped to Hong Kong each year; why would he need other channels?

With Yi Fung in the New Territories taking a two-pronged approach, middlemen like Tsang Kin will no longer need to be contacted.

This way, both parties can earn more.

Thinking of this, Zhang Suquan said in a deep voice to Axe Jun, "I will discuss this matter with General Khun Sa and give you an answer immediately."

"Okay." Axe Jun nodded and hung up the phone.

Nowadays, the New Journal is considered to be falling behind in Hong Kong's triad society.

Not to mention gangs like the Number Gang, Hung Hing, and Wo, even some small triads have developed quite well in recent years.

It would be strange if Axe-Handed Jun wasn't anxious.

So this time he decided to take a huge gamble, betting on the laundry detergent business.

Hung Hing didn't get involved in this business and wouldn't clash with Chan Ka Chun.

Zhang Suquan called soon after, agreeing to this cooperation method.

However, Zhang Suquan added, "But your Xinji branch also needs to cooperate with us on this matter. Let the professor's group bring the goods out first, and then we'll talk about it."

Zhang Suquan and his team's plan was simple: the professors were short-handed and certainly couldn't handle a large number of police officers.

So they asked Axe Jun to create chaos throughout Hong Kong, then draw the police force there before taking action.

This can greatly increase the success rate.

“Of course. Creating some disturbances is no problem for the new reporter.” Axe Jun nodded in agreement.

Although Xinji has shown signs of decline, it still has quite a few brothers under its command. If Axe Jun wants to do something, he only needs to say one word.

So Axe Jun directly notified his men to make some noise among the gang members.

That evening, numerous police reports were received regarding disturbances by gangsters in Kowloon, Wan Chai, Tsim Sha Tsui, and other areas. The police phones rang all night long.

EU, who had already finished get off work, was notified by their boss to cancel all their vacations and was dragged out of their homes to patrol the streets, incidentally dealing with any troublemakers.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of the police's depleted resources, the professor and his group had already stormed into Interpol.

Interpol is somewhat similar to the United Nations. Member states are required to join in order to conduct investigations and other work here. In terms of actual power, Interpol does not have much power and still needs the cooperation of local police departments.

So this place is just like an office location.

For everything else, the Hong Kong police will need to cooperate.
They even need a gun license issued by the Hong Kong police to carry firearms; otherwise, they cannot even bring a gun.

The professor and his gang of thugs stormed in, fully armed.

They took down several guards with just a stun gun and made their way into Interpol's warehouse.

Interpol's stolen goods storage facility is far more advanced than that of the Hong Kong police.

Not only is the entire process computer-controlled, but even unlocking uses palm print technology.

This is also why the little bird killed He Qi that day, but brought back his severed hand.

After one of the professor's men opened the warehouse door, the professor carried an insulated box to the stolen goods storage area, took out He Qi's severed hand, and successfully opened the storage area.

Besides some ordinary stolen goods, the most conspicuous items inside were several large boxes.

The professor pried open the box with a dagger and saw packets of laundry detergent inside.

After confirming that there were no problems with the goods, the group carried the boxes directly to the door.

But just then, a series of footsteps came from behind.

It turns out that Interpol is having a meeting with Hong Kong police today, and their foreign superiors are discussing the professor and his gang of ruthless criminals.

Only after hearing the alarm did they lead their men to the stolen goods warehouse.

What they didn't expect was that the professor they had just been talking about would suddenly appear right in front of them, and the two sides bumped into each other.

"Pounce on the street."

The professor cursed, then without thinking, threw down the box, pulled out a shotgun, and fired at the foreigners.

His subordinates, including Little Bird, immediately drew their guns and unleashed a barrage of fire at the Interpol agents.

Before the Interpol agents could even react, a large number of them were killed.

The remaining men quickly found cover and launched a counterattack, but the disparity in firepower between the two sides was simply too great.

How can a pistol compare to the firepower of a fully automatic weapon?
The Interpol agents were quickly driven back, and while fleeing, they frantically pulled out their phones to notify the Hong Kong police.

"Stop playing around, let's go." Little Bird saw his men still relentlessly attacking the police officers, so he shouted, "The Hong Kong police backup is on its way soon."

Upon hearing the bird's words, the professor and his group put down their weapons and quickly got into the car with the stolen laundry detergent.

At this moment, EU, who had received the radio notification, arrived and came face to face with the professor and the others' vehicle.

Watching the professor leave quickly, the EU assault vehicle turned around and sped after the professor and his group.

"It's relentless." Another madman under the professor's command, Dog, was furious. He pulled out an AK, leaned half his body out of the window, and opened fire on the police cars and mounted officers behind him.

The professor then pulled out a grenade and unleashed a barrage of fire at the pursuers behind him.

With the help of the powerful firepower, the group quickly got rid of the EU police officers behind them, changed to another car, and arrived at the dock in a very low-key manner.

After finding the container, the professor had his men stuff all the goods inside, and then their mission was considered complete.

But just as the professor and his group were unloading the goods from the truck, a knocking sound came from a distance.

Something's not right." The professor, being a seasoned gangster, immediately sensed something was amiss and ordered his men to grab their weapons.

Then the professor and his group saw a tall, slender man carrying a long knife walk out of the darkness.

Most importantly, there were more than a dozen pairs of eyes emitting a red glow behind them.

The sound of the man's long sword striking the ground created an atmosphere of intense pressure.

The professor could tell that these people were up to no good, but he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he moved closer and tried to be friendly, saying, "Brother, which gang are you from? We're on a mission, could you do us a favor?"

Old Prisoner sneered at the professor, "Professor, is that you? I know you, and I know the goods you have are from Khun Sa. Hand them over, and you can leave. Otherwise, you'll stay here today."

"No room for negotiation?" The professor smiled, but his hand behind his back was already gesturing to his subordinates.

Old Yu said unhurriedly, "What do you think?"

"Then die!" The professor suddenly sprang to his feet, pulled out a gun, and shot Old Prison in the head.

This guy is wielding a powerful AK; it can pierce not only a head, but even a steel helmet.

Such a sudden attack would leave most people with no time to react.

Unfortunately, they ran into a tough opponent.
Faced with a bullet aimed directly at his head, Old Yu sneered and raised his machete to slash at it.

The bullet slid smoothly in two and then grazed past Old Prison's cheek.

This scene completely stunned the professor and his gang of thugs.

Isn't the kind of action where a knife cuts through a bullet something that only happens in movies?

While the group was still in a daze, Old Yu pushed off with his feet and charged forward like an arrow.
He raised the ground in his hand and swung it at the professor.

Fortunately, the professor dodged in time, taking several steps back to avoid Old Prison's terrifying slash.

Even so, her clothes were torn open at the chest, and she felt a stinging pain on her skin.

"How is this possible? I clearly dodged it." The professor was truly astonished.

But what happened next was even more surprising.

Old Prison's attack failed to kill the professor, and the young demon slaves behind him charged forward.

Relying on his thick skin and tough flesh, he simply ignored the gunfire from the professor's men and charged forward, shielding his head with his hand.

This scene almost left the professor and the others completely dumbfounded.

I've seen fierce things, but I've never seen anything this fierce.

How can they withstand bullets with their bare hands? Or are these guys even human?

Unfortunately, there's no time for them to stand there dumbfounded anymore, because the consequences of being approached by a young demon slave are not good.

The professor's men were quite capable fighters, but they had almost no chance against the young demon slaves.

Especially the little bird, who was caught off guard and punched in the chest by the young demon, causing a deep dent in his chest and causing him to vomit blood continuously. (End of Chapter)