Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 210 106: No One Can Survive

Ying Weikun sighed as he looked at the stupid and foolish Do. Humans are not robots like in the movies. Humans have emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and fear. If he had not witnessed the last attack, he would have peed his pants by now.

Grandpa is really the reincarnation of Zhuge Kongming. If it weren't for Tu Pineapple's support, there would have been no one alive when the sniper shot was fired just now.

Whether it is the members of the Japanese underworld or the young and dangerous guys, they are all used to holding knives. When the black dog sounds, their hands will tremble and their legs will go numb. If there is no local pineapple to suppress them, a big plane will definitely appear.

Of course, we also have to thank the Eight-Faced Buddha's minions for preventing an accidental discharge and triggering a chain reaction.

The experience after returning from Chiang Mai is different. I heard that there are thunders every day in the triangle area and people die every day.

If Ying Weikun can go back alive this time, he will definitely go to Temple Street to worship the Queen Mother of Heaven and thank her for her blessings.

He opened the two suitcases containing money, took out the blood-stained safe, hastily counted out one million in cash, threw it into the safe, locked it, and stuffed it into Do's hands.

"Do Jie, there is no place for you to stay in Hong Kong anymore, goodbye."

The cold metal password box and the stench of blood brought Do back to her senses. She grabbed the metal password box tightly and turned away. She had no other thoughts but to run away.

Watching Do's disappearing back, Ying Weikun sighed. He continued to throw money out, and piles of bills fell to the ground. After half of the suitcases were gone, he stood up, closed the two suitcases, and said to Tony, "Don't move the goods in the factory. This is the money for selling the goods."

"There are at least two to three million dollars of banknotes on the ground, which should be enough to buy the goods you have."

"I'll go first, and then I'll leave after I'm done. Be quick, the cops should be here soon."

After giving Tony instructions, Ying Weikun turned around and looked at Wang Le and the others, and said, "The transaction is over. Mr. Shangshan is now yours."

"cooperate."

"boom"

He was interrupted by a sudden gunshot when he was halfway through his words. Ying Weikun looked in the direction of the sniper shot, which was the direction Do left.

The sparrows in the woods spread their wings and flew high, indicating that another life remained in Nam Shui Wai.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

There is no order in the remote and poor Nan Shui Wei. You cannot get out with millions of cash in your hand.

Ying Weikun sighed, his own way of retreat was not easy either.

"We won't touch the goods. We'll leave after collecting the money."

Tony also knew that the cops were coming soon. So many people had died, and if he didn't leave some goods behind, the cops would definitely pursue him relentlessly.

Leaving the goods behind means leaving a way out, allowing the cops to openly say that the fight broke out due to uneven distribution of the spoils, and no one survived.

"Bye-Bye!"

Ying Weikun pulled two suitcases, picked up the contract on the ground, put it in his pocket, and left Wang Le in broad daylight.

Wang Le's finger was always on the trigger, thinking whether to pull the trigger and keep the man in front of him alive. There were at least 10 million in the two suitcases, but the smell of blood in the air and the sound of the sniper rifle just now reminded him that now was not a good opportunity to take action.

He doesn't know where the pineapple is buried! Money is a good thing, but you have to be alive to spend it.

Hesitation will lead to failure. Just as Wang Le was weighing it over and over again, Ying Weikun had already walked out of the kitchen camp. He did not drive away, but disappeared into the woods.

"Go get the detonator and put Mr. Uesugi down. The cops will be here soon. If you don't want to wear sandals in the ancestral hall, you have to act quickly."

"What a fool! They are all so stupid!"

Wang Le cursed angrily. After all, no one would be happy to see a large sum of money slipping away from him. He took a few steps forward, getting closer to the wooden pillar where Uesugi Yue was tied. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tony picking up the piles of money on the ground. He snorted coldly and ignored him.

He nervously watched a nimble thug climb up the wooden pillar to rescue Uesugi Yue. Losing an arm was not a big deal, as long as the person was not dead and the head was not damaged, he was a good treasure.

"Boom."

Just when Wang Le thought everything was settled and relaxed his vigilance, a brilliant spark appeared in front of his eyes. Stones, dirt, and wood chips flew towards his face, and the shock wave directly knocked him to the ground.

The wooden pillar was blown into two pieces and flew about half a meter away. The two people on the wooden pillar screamed and fell heavily to the ground. There was no sound at all at that time.

The thugs guarding the wooden pillars were the most unlucky, as they were all blown away by the monsters buried underground.

Tony, who was about to run away with the money, did not expect that after the deal was reached, the handsome Sheng hiding in the dark would also make a move.

However, he had been hiding around the wooden pillars and would not get close to them unless necessary. The black dog might fire accidentally, and the local pineapple might get furious. None of these things that can send people to hell are 100% reliable, so he had to be extremely alert.

Wang Le, who fell to the ground, coughed and coughed up blood. It seemed that his internal organs were injured. He was furious when he saw Tony leaving with the bag on his back. Handsome guy Sheng had no sense of morality and took the money, and even wanted to kill people to silence them.

Thinking of this, he felt a surge of anger in his chest. Trembling, he picked up the Beretta M12S submachine gun hanging on his chest and pulled the trigger in the direction Tony left.

"Da da da da da"

When Tony heard the gunshot behind him, he lay on the ground without hesitation, quickly turned around, picked up the XM177 carbine in his hand, and pulled the trigger to fight back.

The sniper rifles hidden in the dark also started shooting, killing any of the Eight-Faced Buddha's henchmen who dared to fight back.

"Da-da-da-da-bang. Da-da-da."

A, who was moving at full speed, also heard the crisp sound of the submachine gun. He stopped, determined his direction, and continued to move forward.

There were two loud explosions and countless gunshots. This must have been a gunfight.

Fortunately, the water police participated in this protection operation, and the patrol boats have blocked all exits on the water to ensure that no one can escape by water.

He took off the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and shouted into it: "Don't hide anymore, move forward at full speed, the gunshots are nearby, get close at full speed."

"There is only one rule. Anyone who dares to fight back must open fire immediately to ensure their own safety."

"action!"

A took out his lion nose. He had been a policeman for eight years. Apart from target practice, the gun in his hand had only fired three times. All the loud noises were warnings to the sky, and it had never been stained with blood. He always joked that it was a gun of kindness.

But today he couldn't say for sure, maybe he really had to rely on this kind gun to fight to the death. He turned on the safety, muttered a few words of "God bless you" in his heart, and rushed to the front without hesitation.

The gunshots were getting closer. The factory should be the wooden house right in front.

"Tony, the cops are coming, retreat."

Mark, who was holding up his gun to provide cover, saw the O-ji policemen appearing at the camp gate and shouted at Tony, whose eyes were red with anger. Tony, who was already red-eyed, immediately came to his senses after hearing the words of his boss, and quickly retreated while firing.

Wang Le, who didn't feel so much pain in his body, climbed up from the ground, looked towards the gate, and found that the police had already arrived, so he knew he couldn't run away.

As a disciple of the Hongmen sect, he would never enter a government office or a charity hall, and would never be tainted by the emperor's aura. He picked up the Beretta M12S submachine gun in his hand and pulled the trigger at the Flying Tigers who had just appeared.

"Da da da da da"

The rifles in the hands of the Flying Tigers were HK-MP5A3 submachine guns, which were no less powerful than the Beretta M12S submachine gun. In fact, due to their large number, the Flying Tigers directly suppressed Wang Le's firepower.

Jason, who was hiding in a tree, had been adding fuel to the fire while also covering the retreat of his two close bosses.

The sniper, hiding somewhere unknown, was also suppressing the Flying Tigers' attack, but he did not take their lives. Even his bullets avoided the cops. The focus was on killing the Eight-Faced Buddha's men.

"Push to the street!"

“I never thought that I would be able to encounter such a hot and exciting scene in my lifetime.”

"The snipers are out! Attack the streets!"

"How much stock is there in the factory? How desperate are we!"

"Crazy line!"

A aimed at Jason hiding in the tree and fired, but he could only hit the target within ten meters of the lion's nose, but Jason was at least thirty meters away, so he could only leave it to fate.

Wang Le, who had emptied a magazine of bullets, pulled out a new magazine from his waist. Just as he was about to change the magazine, he was shot in the head by a sniper rifle in the woods and fell to the ground.

"You are surrounded. Put down your weapons, kneel on the ground, and put your hands on your head."

"Surrender your weapons and you won't be killed!" A shouted loudly, asking the Eight-Faced Buddha's men who were firing back to put down their weapons, put their hands on their heads, and kneel down to surrender.

When Eight-Faced Buddha's henchmen saw that Wang Le had been killed by a sniper rifle, they looked at each other, threw the weapons in their hands to the ground, knelt on the ground, and held their heads in their hands.

He would rather not work as an official than enter a government office, and would rather die in a prison. So he joined a gang and became a gangster, just for money. A few thousand dollars a month, why risk his life for that?
Besides, the road has been blocked and there is no way to escape. If I surrender to the police, I will become a tainted witness.

But now there is a problem, how to escape
“Cease fire! Cease fire!”

"Put your hands up and walk out slowly. Don't do anything tricky. You are surrounded."

When Azi saw that Eight-Faced Buddha's henchmen had laid down their weapons, he ordered the Flying Tigers to prepare smoke bombs and form a smoke wall to let the three fugitives get through. They had to be kept alive, otherwise it would be difficult to write the report.

The three fugitives, who were still breathing their last, slowly moved outwards, fearing that they would be killed by the sniper.

"Boom."

When A saw the three survivors moving out, a smile appeared on his face, but a sudden explosion sounded in the center of the camp, mud splashed everywhere, and everyone fell to the ground.

"Bang bang. bang."

After three consecutive shots, all of the Eight-Faced Buddha's men who raised their hands in surrender were shot dead in the kitchen camp.

The company commander, who was hiding in a pile of branches, saw through his four-fold telescope that the three bastards who surrendered to the police were dead, and then he lit the cigarette in his mouth.

He had already scouted when the cops were advancing in the woods. The Flying Tigers were all equipped with HK-MP5A3 submachine guns, which were invincible at close range, but were just fire sticks at a distance. The Flying Tigers were not without snipers, but he hadn't seen any today.

That's why he dared to pull the trigger confidently and kill all the people in the sight.

Seeing that his mission was almost completed, the company commander continued to smoke. He could earn two hundred thousand by killing a few scum with just a flick of his finger. Such a deal was rare. He was leaving Hong Kong this afternoon and going to Vancouver. He would make some extra money and feel very happy.

“Chichichichichichi.”

The company commander, who was about to flick the ash off his cigarette, suddenly became serious in expression, but when he heard the chicks, his frown relaxed at once.

He looked towards his eight o'clock position and saw a guy in camouflage clothes coming out of the woods, holding a blood-stained safe.

"Captain, I got the money back. This little girl was unconscious and ran very fast. If I was a little slower, she would have disappeared."

The man in camouflage uniform put the password box aside, carefully placed his small bag on the ground, and said with a smile: "Captain, this little bitch is a tough guy. There are two melon bombs hidden in her bag."

"This is a plan to die together!"

"Hong Kong is a wicked place. I wonder what Vancouver is like?"

"You'll know when you go!"

The company commander spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, put aside the Black Star pistol hidden in the tree branch, reached out to pick up Do's small bag, opened it, and found two American-made melon bombs in the bag.

It’s amazing that this palm-sized small bag can hold two melon bombs.

Melon grenade is a nickname circulated among the big circle boys. The real model is the M67 grenade. Because the shape of the M67 grenade is a standard spherical shape, it is named Melon.

Annanzi has a lot of melon mines in his hands, all of which were left by the Americans in Annan. If there are mines in Annan, there will be mines in Hong Kong. Now the sea surface of Cam Ranh Bay is full of cargo ships heading to Hong Kong.

"Jimizai said that no one will be left alive this time. Wang Gang, go to the intersection and keep an eye on it. If there is anyone in the ambulance, take action and kill them."

"You should also take these two melon bombs with you, just in case."

The company commander turned his attention back to the sight and continued to monitor the situation in the kitchen camp.

On the other side of the mountain, Chi Mengli had watched the whole farce. Everyone had been dealt with, and there was no need for him to stay. The police did not have enough manpower to search the mountain, but they would definitely set up roadblocks on the necessary routes.

Now we can't return the same way, we can only take a detour or continue waiting on the mountain until the cops retreat.

However, Chi Mengli didn't want to wait any longer. There were so many good shows today, and he wanted to watch them all and not miss any of them.

Now they just have to wait for Ying Weikun to come up and they can leave.

By the way, there is still one big thing that has not been done, and that is dividing the money.

The brothers went through life and death together, saying it was for the sake of brotherhood, but as the boss, he was being ignorant if he didn't express his gratitude in time.

The historical story of the Gaoliang River God of Cars taught him that he should divide the money as early as possible and never let his men complain.

(End of this chapter)