Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 261 Zhang Chongbang: What's going on? My wife is among the hostages?!
"action!"

Li Wenbin sat in the command vehicle, staring intently at the screen, holding the communicator, and gave an order.

"Yes, sir!"

All the department commanders responded enthusiastically in unison.

With a cold expression, Shi Migao ordered his Flying Tigers team members, "Squad One, according to the battle plan, reach the summit!"

"Roger that!"

Flying Tigers squad leader Zhou Xingxing readily agreed.

"Storm crew, come with me through the hall, let's begin the assault!"

After giving instructions to the assault team, Zhang Wenyao walked over to Zhang Chongbang and said in a businesslike tone, "Zhang sir, take the guys from the Central District Major Crimes Unit and start a building sweep."

"This operation was sudden. Guangchang Building is tall and densely populated, so it's hard to guarantee that ordinary citizens were not notified in time."

"You lead the evacuation, just in case. After you've swept the building, gather back upstairs."

"You are responsible for floors below the fifteenth floor; the assault team and I will be responsible for floors above the fifteenth floor."

"After we finish scanning the building, we'll meet on the 21st floor."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chongbang frowned. He had originally thought that he would charge forward with Zhang Wenyao and the assault team, heading straight for the three bandit kings.

Unexpectedly, he was only assigned to canvass buildings, which left him somewhat unwilling.

"What, Officer Zhang, do you have a problem with that?"

Zhang Wenyao looked at him coldly.

"Officer Zhang, I have no objection!"

Zhang Chongbang stood at attention and immediately spoke.

The officials present were all high-ranking officials at the level of constitutional commissioners; he had no right to be picky.

"Alright, no objections. Take your men and prepare for action. If you encounter the kingpin's gang, call for backup immediately, understand?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Chongbang dejectedly agreed, and then relayed the task requirements to Great White Shark and the others.

"Going door-to-door is neither good nor bad, it's both hard and tiring, and there's no sense of presence during live streams. What's the difference between this and just being a bystander?"

"Knowing full well that the king of thieves was on the fifteenth floor or higher, they still ordered us to sweep the floors below the fifteenth."

"Boss, I think this Inspector Zhang is just doing this on purpose because he's afraid someone will steal his credit."

Upon hearing this, the great white shark looked displeased and began to complain incessantly.

"I don't care about merit or not. The most important thing is to bring the three kingpins to justice."

"To expose the truth."

Zhang Chongbang looked aloof and spoke coldly and resolutely.

"My Lord, you can't always be so indifferent to fame and fortune, never competing or vying for anything."

"How can we do anything if we can't even see the King of Thieves?"

The great white shark said irritably.

"It's alright. Once we're inside the Guangchang Building, we'll act according to the situation. Merit is secondary; capturing the three kingpins alive is the real priority!"

"Anyone is fine."

Zhang Chongbang's expression turned serious. He glanced at everyone and said, "Check your equipment and prepare for action!"

"My Lord, everything is normal!"

"Bulletproof vests, firearms, and equipment are all in good working order!"

……

A series of soft sounds arose, and everyone answered one by one.

"Alright, let's move out!"

Zhang Chongbang's eyes were cold and stern as he gave the order.

The officers from the Central District Major Crimes Unit rushed into the building and began cleaning it floor by floor.

They knocked on doors floor by floor to evacuate any citizens who had been missed.

Zhang Wenyao led his assault team, checked their equipment, and were the first to enter through the main entrance of the Guangchang Building.
Multiple departments quickly collaborated, working together like gears, and the operation on site proceeded smoothly and efficiently.

"Boom, boom!"

The helicopter rotors tore through the air, producing a tremendous roar and creating gusts of wind.

As the most elite combat unit on Hong Kong Island, the Flying Tigers are the best in terms of equipment, image, and capabilities.

However, the Flying Tigers are the most mysterious of all the teams.

Ordinary citizens know very little about the Flying Tigers.

In this battle between black and white, justice and evil, fielding the highest-caliber team to kick things off is the ultimate demonstration of the police's capabilities and strength.

The helicopter hovered above the roof of the Guangchang Building.

Stephen Chow and a group of Flying Tigers members were dressed in combat uniforms, their tactical vests filled with magazines and equipment.

The badge on its shoulder features a fierce-looking tiger with wings, bearing the words "Flying Tiger" and the English abbreviation "SDU" below.

The uniform attire outlined a series of agile and powerful figures.

"Shh!"

As Zhou Xingxing gave the signal, the team members shot off like arrows, their tactical gloves gripping the rappelling ropes as they descended rapidly from the side of the aircraft, tracing sharp arcs in the air.

They stood ramrod straight, landing in their combat boots, their eyes resolute beneath their black masks.

Upon landing, the weapon was held close to the body, and the player quickly prepared, displaying the swiftness and composure of a cheetah striking.

The visual effects are absolutely top-notch.

Flying Tiger's brave, professional, and cool appearance was projected onto the screen.

Meanwhile, the cameras they wore on their chests also transmitted first-person perspectives back to the control center and broadcast them live on television.

This scene thrilled everyone.

This unprecedented scene left the citizens excited and their blood pumping.

It's no less exciting than watching a cool acrobatic performance; it's breathtaking.

The Flying Tigers' impressive appearance set a great precedent for the police operation today.

"on!"

After landing, Stephen Chow did a beautiful roll, struck a cool pose, made a hand gesture, and gave instructions to his teammates.

The entire Flying Tigers squad quickly deployed into tactical formation and launched a fierce attack.

"The squad leader is Stephen Chow."

Chen Shixian leaned back in his chair, looking at the screen where Zhou Xingxing was acting a bit dramatic and a little goofy. He smiled slightly and said, "Then this one's in the bag."

"Have vision!"

Huang Bingyao walked in with his hands behind his back, his large belly protruding, his chubby face scrunched up, and he said with a grin:
"Fair-skinned and clean-cut, with delicate features and a handsome appearance, a real heartthrob, isn't he?"

Upon hearing this description, Chen Shixian's lips twitched slightly, and he gave a thumbs up: "General Manager Huang, your way of evaluating people is truly unique."

That's not how you praise someone, huh?

These sales pitches are also very suitable when you're going to Portland Street to pick out the king duck!
It's easy for people to misunderstand.

Chen Shixian silently complained to himself about the last few sentences, without saying them aloud.

"Of course, the people I choose are all excellent, absolutely outstanding!"

With a loving smile, Huang Bingyao continued, "I was the one who strongly recommended Stephen Chow to Michael Shih."

"That's why I said with him around, everything's fine!"

Chen Shixian smiled slightly.

Watching the Flying Tigers, leading a group of them, slip through the stairwell and sneak down, he said something that didn't match his thoughts.

With Stephen Chow involved, of course we're set!

Teammates sacrificed to the heavens, granting boundless magical power.

Whenever Stephen Chow, the Flying Tigers assassin, is present, there's never a time when the entire team is wiped out.

The Flying Tigers' full potential was not being realized.

This guy was a perfect wingman for him.

Doesn't this guarantee the success of his upcoming big production?
Otherwise, with the Flying Tigers involved, things would still be quite troublesome.

Inside a room on the upper floor of the Guangchang Building.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the air was thick with smoke, making it almost impossible to open my eyes.

On the television screen, the Flying Tigers' heroic figures were shown from a third-person perspective.

"Grass!"

Ye Guohuan's pupils contracted: "Hong Kong police are live-streaming the crackdown on bandits?"

"Damn it, they look down on us!"

Did they think we'd cooperate with their monkey show?

"Damn it, do they think we're counterfeit goods?!"

Zhang Shih-hao twirled the cigar in his hand, watching the imposing Flying Tigers on TV, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“These cops are pretty good at playing games. They use us as a backdrop to highlight themselves and to vindicate themselves by stepping on us.”

Zhang Shih-hao scoffed, "Then we'll teach them a lesson."

"Let's turn the Flying Tigers, this living brand, into a dead one!"

With a 'click,' Ye Guohuan pulled the bolt of his AK, his face hardening: 'Alright, let's take them down!'

When Ji Zhengxiong saw these two, one ruthless and the other fierce, they were both incredibly audacious. The two hit it off immediately, and Ji Zhengxiong broke out in a cold sweat: "Brother Hao, Brother Huan, don't play around."

"The police have surrounded this place. This has escalated to a major issue; we won't be able to escape!"

"It's better to admit defeat and surrender first. As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild."

"Damn it, the words 'admit defeat' and 'surrender' don't exist in my dictionary!"

Ye Guohuan's cold gaze swept over him, the cocked AK pointed at Ji Zhengxiong:
"If you want to surrender and admit defeat, rather than be beaten to death by the police as a merit, I'd rather shoot you dead."

madman!

Ji Zhengxiong's face was gloomy, his jaw was clenched, and a cold, venomous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Huan, be careful not to accidentally discharge the gas."

Zhang Shih-hao raised his hand and moved Ye Guo-huan's gun away. He was much clearer-headed now; this was not the time for infighting.

Then, turning to Ji Zhengxiong, he said, "The police want to use us to gain fame and establish their authority. People should have backbone, and thieves should have even tougher backbone."

"If you're so afraid, don't become a thief. Go back to your hometown, work in the fields, and live a peaceful life."

"Once you step out, there's no turning back."

“Every case we’ve handled is enough to allow us to retire in Stanley, or enough for the police to execute us a hundred times over.”

"Surrender is the worst option."

Zhang Shih-hao stuck two fingers into his temples and said, "The Hong Kong police are all pigs. If you're going to mess with them, all you need is a brain."

"Huan and I are going to hang out with them."

"Go to 1304 and keep an eye on the hostages. That's our only way out."

Ji Zhengxiong nodded, slowly stood up, took two steps, then suddenly turned around, drew his gun, and pressed it against Ye Guohuan's head: "Fuck your mother!"

"I hate it when people point guns at my head!" "If it happens again, bullets don't have eyes."

After Ji Zhengxiong finished speaking in a threatening tone, he gave Ye Guohuan a cold glance, who looked displeased, and walked away with a gloomy face.

"Brother Huan, let's get down to business first."

Zhang Shih-hao stopped Yeh Kuo-huan, who was about to chase after and kill Ji Cheng-hsiung.

He somewhat regrets forming a group to debut.

The Thief King's F3 is not that fun.

Which king of thieves doesn't have a personality and a temper?

Ji Zhengxiong usually appears quiet and unassuming, but the most vicious dogs are the ones that don't bark.

"Tap Tap!"

On the screen, the Flying Tigers hunched over, gathering their strength, and continued to descend the stairs, their expressions tense, their angular features taut beneath their masks.

"Report, Flying Tigers squad, have reached the 21st floor, outside room 2107."

Zhou Xingxing raised his hand and pressed down, and the Flying Tigers stopped outside the door of room 2107. He lowered his voice and reported into the communicator.

This is the hideout of the notorious gang of thieves, as discovered by frontline reconnaissance.

"Break down, get in!"

Li Wenbin stared at the screen, the sound of the Flying Tigers' heavy, disordered breathing filling his ears.

"boom!"

Stephen Chow took the lead and delivered a flying kick that slammed into the door.

The door remained unmoved.

The air froze for half a second.

"Gululu!"

Before Stephen Chow could even count to four and say "one more time," a round guava was thrown from the end of the corridor.

"Oh no, it's a bomb!"

Stephen Chow's expression changed drastically, and he kicked out again with great force.

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, dust flew everywhere, and the walls on both sides of the corridor collapsed instantly. The Flying Tigers members were blown up by the guava and were scattered on their backs.

"Da da da!"

At the same time, several dark gun barrels appeared at both ends of the corridor, spitting out tongues of fire and firing fiercely.

Zhang Shih-hao and Yeh Kuo-huan led their men to block both ends, trapping the Flying Tigers in the middle of the corridor.

The Flying Tigers members, dragging their wounded bodies, moved toward the room through the kicked-open door, but they were incredibly resilient and continued firing their guns.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

A fierce exchange ensued.

The battle was over in less than two minutes; bullets struck the Flying Tigers, splattering blood everywhere.

This time, the police did not back down.

The messy corridor returned to silence.

The kingpin's accomplices caught the Flying Tigers like turtles in a jar, leaving the team members with no way to escape.

The ruthlessness of the bandit kings is laid bare from a first-person perspective, making the experience even more immersive.

The heroic scene of the Flying Tigers filled the citizens watching on television with indignation; their hatred for the kingpin surpassed their criticism of the police force.

After all, just now, the Flying Tigers fought desperately, and no one flinched.

Many people were moved to tears while watching.

Downstairs, inside the command vehicle, Li Wenbin turned on his headset, but his ears still stung.

On the screen, after a moment of shaking, everything fell silent. The explosion shattered all the windows on the 21st floor, leaving everyone terrified.

"The Flying Tigers, as expected, made a mistake."

Chen Shixian looked up at the top floor, his eyes narrowing slightly. Everything was developing as he had expected.

"Flying Tigers, report the situation! Report the situation!"

Holding the communicator, Li Wenbin asked loudly with an anxious expression.

The original plan was to stage a trap, but the police acted swiftly and decisively, giving back their confidence.

Unexpectedly, the Flying Tigers' cool demeanor lasted only three seconds.

These notorious thieves actually used grenades inside the building; they're utterly depraved.

But right now, the massive live broadcast has already begun and is unlikely to stop.

Unless the kingpin is successfully captured, the operation will end.

Otherwise, the police's face will be rubbed raw once again.

This operation must succeed, failure is not allowed!

"Huff, huff, reporting, sir! The Flying Tigers have been attacked, and their fate is unknown."

At the moment of the explosion, Stephen Chow jumped into the house, and after a brief exchange of fire, leaped out of the window at a tricky angle.

He is now hanging on the exterior wall with one hand, wiping a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

A difficult answer.

Upon hearing this answer, Li Wenbin knew that the Flying Tigers had completely lost their ability to fight.

He immediately issued the order: "Inspector Zhang, take the SWAT team and head to the 21st floor to support the Flying Tigers."

"Roger that!"

Zhang Wenyao agreed and quickly told the assault team members who had reached the fifteenth floor to "Go upstairs!"

"Damn it! They dared to blow up my men, I'll crush them, you son of a bitch!"

Huang Bingyao, fully armed with a submachine gun in his hand and wearing a bulletproof vest, was about to rush upstairs.

Even a dignified CEO couldn't help but spew out a string of curses.

"This is a live broadcast, Mr. Huang, you can't be so violent!"

"Isn't your gun a gun of kindness?"

"You can't eat meat, that would be breaking your vow."

Fang Jiexia quickly stepped forward to stop her.

The Flying Tigers suffered a setback at the start, and the scene was in complete chaos. Huang Bingyao, a senior executive, personally took up arms and went into battle, unleashing his full firepower. Was this appropriate?
"Hmph, my .38 is a benevolent gun, untouched by meat, but my submachine gun is no pushover; it can slay dragons!"

"Step aside!"

Huang Bingyao pushed aside Fang Jiexia and was about to charge into battle.

"Fatty Huang, are you asking for trouble? You want to sleep on the sofa tonight?"

Li Wenbin walked up with a gloomy face and scolded in a low voice: "Take control of your stubborn temper."

"You think this is a battlefield in the Middle East, where you can go up and sweep everything in your path?"

"return!"

Li Wenbin and Huang Bingyao are brothers-in-law. Huang Bingyao is older, but he still has to call Li Wenbin "brother-in-law".

He had no choice but to retreat for the time being, muttering to himself, "You can't use my wife to pressure me."

"If I can't handle it in five minutes at most, I'll kill myself!"

Chen Shixian watched this scene with astonishment.

Wow, it turns out Huang Bingyao and Li Wenbin are family.

No wonder Wong Ping-yiu is so secure in the police station.

However, to be fair, the most competent superior in the police force is Wong Ping-yiu.

If any of you are reborn and unfortunately become an undercover agent, look for Huang Bingyao, you can't go wrong.

At least when his subordinates are in trouble, Huang Bingyao really steps up.

If all else fails, finding Li Wenbin is not bad either. He is thorough in dealing with his undercover agents, leaving them a way out and making arrangements for them. He will not mistreat his own people.

At this moment, Baozhu quietly walked to Chen Shixian's side and whispered, "Brother Xian, everything is ready."

"Alright, let's go back to the equipment room and watch the show!"

Chen Shixian's lips curled up slightly.

……

Time goes back to five minutes ago.

Upstairs, in room 1304, is where the three notorious thieves are holding hostages.

A group of hostages huddled in a corner, trembling and crouching with their heads in their hands, some of them sobbing softly.

Two of the kingpin's accomplices, carrying guns, paced back and forth, keeping a close eye on the hostages.

"Huhuhu..."

Suddenly, a wisp of smoke drifted in from the bottom of the door, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.

"Sleeping smoke!"

The two thieves covered their noses and ran towards the door, but before they could take two steps, they collapsed to the ground one after the other.

"Crench!"

The door opens.

Ah Ji carried an unconscious pregnant woman on his shoulder and gently placed her on the ground.

The pregnant woman looked gentle and serene, with a large belly, clearly about to give birth.

Strands of hair slipped down her cheeks, revealing a beautiful face.

This pregnant woman is Zhang Chongbang's wife, Lan Keying.

Ah-Ji quickly tied the bomb to Lan Keying, and then used ropes to tie up the other hostages and attach bombs to them as well.

After carefully arranging the scene, he left the room satisfied.

downstairs.

"boom!"

The explosion upstairs just now put Zhang Chongbang and the others on edge.

The group followed the sound and went up to the corner on the thirteenth floor.

They ran right into Ji Zhengxiong, who was there with his men to guard the hostages!
Their eyes met, and their expressions instantly tightened.

Dodge, draw your gun, and a gunfight erupts instantly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The corridor had become a battlefield, with bullets flying everywhere.

The bullets struck the wall, sending plaster flying and sparks flying everywhere.

“Ding-ling-clang!”

Brass cartridge cases kept falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)