Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 161 Gunfight
A fishing boat was drifting on the dark sea. Wang Yaotang was sitting on a small plastic stool. In front of him was a blindfolded man with his hands and feet tied.

"His nickname is Sea Wolf. He and Quanxing Laosijiu are active on the sea all year round. They spend money lavishly and have a high income," Aji introduced.

"Who are you, brother? Where are you from? If you have anything to say, why don't you sit down and talk? Why do you have to use such means?" Sea Wolf was still yelling and cursing when he was thrown up yesterday, but no one paid any attention to him for several hours and didn't even give him a sip of water. He knew he had met a tough guy.

"Want to get to know me? Sure, I'll take off your mask and let you see enough." Wang Yaotang said as he leaned over and touched him.

Sea Wolf reacted instantly and hurriedly crawled on the deck, "No, no, no, brother, you misunderstood. I know the rules, I know the rules, I didn't see anything."

Wang Yaotang laughed and said, "Let me ask you a few questions. How did you and Quanxing smuggle red wine?"

Sea Wolf was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head and pointed his ear at Wang Yaotang, "Are you asking about the smuggling of red wine?"

"Yes, how to buy goods from abroad and how to send them to Hong Kong."

"This is actually quite simple." Sea Wolf's mind raced, wondering if they were the police trying to trick him, but he didn't dare to look at them in person. He coughed lightly and continued, "We registered an import and export company in Taiwan, then ordered red wine in Europe, and then found a shipping company to ship it..."

We ordered 1 bottles of red wine from Bordeaux, France to Taiwan, which together with the packaging weighs about 12 tons. They will be transported by land to the Port of Marseille first, packed in containers at the Port of Marseille, and wait to be loaded together with goods shipped from other places to Southeast Asia, and then depart from the Port of Marseille and head straight to Hong Kong Island.

After the cargo ship arrives at Hong Kong Island, all the goods are unloaded and the dock will sort the goods. Some goods go to Taiwan, some go to the Philippines, some stay in Hong Kong Island, and some may be Australia...

After being parked for a while, the cargo from Taiwan was enough to load onto a bulk carrier and then shipped to Kaohsiung.

"We also have a shipping shell company in Hong Kong Island, which will specifically accept freight orders from Hong Kong Island to Kaohsiung. The ships are pre-rented bulk carriers, usually about 1,000 tons. The transportation of red wine will be specially entrusted to the company. After loading the goods, it will leave the port and stop at the open sea, and then secretly transport it back by ship."

Wang Yaotang and Aji looked at each other. They didn’t expect it to be so simple. It was just a matter of registering two more shell companies.

If it’s difficult, you won’t be able to do it; if you can do it, it’s not difficult.

Of course, the scale cannot be too small, otherwise the tax evasion will not be enough to justify the effort.

"Then why choose Taiwan? Isn't Haojiang better?" Wang Yaotang asked in return.

"No, it's too close, something could happen easily."

Wang Yaotang asked again, "What about the Philippines?"

“In the Philippines, sometimes the goods are transshipped from Lijiapo, which is difficult to control.”

I understand. It turns out that even if you know the method, it won't work. There are many pitfalls that only experts know about.

After hearing this, Wang Yaotang got up and left. Sea Wolf was lying on the deck. He heard the footsteps going away, but no one paid attention to him. Then he heard the sound of an engine, but the boat under him didn't move. He frowned, feeling something was wrong. "Hello, hello, hello, is anyone there?"

After shouting a few times, footsteps were heard again, "Hey, brother..."

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The sound of gunfire echoed across the sea...

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Dynasty Nightclub.

A Mercedes stopped at the door. Three people got out of the car, threw the keys to the parking attendant, and walked in, chatting and laughing.

Inside the door, a waiter saw the three people and immediately came up with a smile, "Mr. Chen, the private room is ready, your friend has arrived."

"Well, okay." The short man named Chen Sheng nodded, and the waiter immediately led the three of them in.

In a booth not far from the aisle, several men were hugging girls and toasting each other. Two of them had been looking at the aisle next to them. When they saw the three people following the waiter, they immediately lowered their heads.

When they arrived at the door of the reserved private room on the second floor, the waiter knocked on the door and gently pushed it. Chen Sheng and the other two walked in with a smile, "Ah Hu, Da Sheng, haha, you're here so early."

"Abin, as usual, get the supreme suit first, and the girls will come over later." Mr. Chen smiled and waved his hand.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." The waiter smiled, took two steps back and turned to leave.

The short man and another person walked in. The last person, wearing glasses, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, looking around.

The elevator dinged and the back door slowly opened. First, two drunk men walked out, followed by three more people.

The two men were arm in arm, talking as they walked. After four or five meters, the other three became much more normal, talking in low voices and laughing.

The man at the door of the private room frowned at the two drunks. He had seen many people like this, so he didn't take them seriously.

When the two drunks staggered past the man, they suddenly jumped up, one of them punched the man with glasses in the abdomen, and the other grabbed the man with glasses by the neck and shook him hard.

"Bang!" The man with glasses was thrown to the ground, his neck was locked, and he could only make whimpering sounds.

In the private room, four people sat opposite each other. The short man opened the bag of the person next to him and took out an iron box. When he opened the iron box, he saw packets of white powder inside.

The two people opposite handed over a black travel bag. The short man opened the bag and found it was full of stacks of Hong Kong dollars.

The people on both sides were silent. One lowered his head to count the money, while the other opened the plastic bag and took out a little to taste.

"No problem."

The short man then pulled out seven or eight stacks of money and counted them. When he found out they were not fake, he threw the money back and said, "Of course there is no problem. It's not the first time you bring goods." "Then I'll leave first." The other man was about to close the iron box.

suddenly,

"Oh!"

The door of the box was kicked open. "Don't move, police!"

The four people in the room were startled and almost instinctively jumped up from the sofa, reaching into their arms.

This is when the difference between colonial police and sovereign state police becomes apparent.

If this happened in the United States, the first thing that would happen if you couldn't see the hands was to empty the magazine.

But the three Royal Police just rushed forward and didn't dare to shoot.

It wasn't until the four men actually pulled out their guns that three of them pulled the trigger in succession, and the .38 rifle made a series of "puff" "puff" "puff" fart sounds.

They were only about three meters apart. Although they were panicked, those who dared to work in the drug-clearance team these days were all prepared to fight to the death. They were nervous, but their marksmanship was basically guaranteed. The four of them were shot in the chest one after another. Their bodies were shaking, but the big black stars in their hands still made sounds, "bang", "bang", "bang".

The two police officers trembled a few times, their expressions were painful, but they insisted on emptying the magazine.

The two men outside finally dealt with the people at the door and rushed in to see four drug dealers falling to the ground after being shot. Two of the guys from the other party, one holding their thighs and the other holding their stomachs, slowly sat down against the wall, their faces pale and blood gushing out from between their fingers.

"Boss, boss, we've caught the man. King and Mike were shot. Hurry up and call Baiche."

In the booth in the lobby on the first floor, a middle-aged man suddenly stood up and said, "A Guang, call for backup, call for Baiche, Jiaming, you guys follow me to catch him."

The man called A Guang pushed the woman beside him away, took out a walkie-talkie from his bag, and rushed outside quickly.

Several people rushed out suddenly, immediately alerting the two clerks on duty. They blocked the elevator, pulled out their batons and shouted, "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Hong Kong Royal Police Anti-Drug Unit, on duty!"

The two security guards looked at each other, made way, and ran towards the manager's office. As soon as they reached the door, they saw Gou Zui Bo rushing out with a dark face, "Fuck your mother, the police are here to arrest people!"

The control team on the second floor rushed over when they saw someone knocking down the man with glasses at the door, and then they heard someone shouting "police" and gunshots.

Before he had time to show his loyalty of six sticks in one second, he immediately called Gou Zui Bo who was watching the scene.

"Seal the elevator to the second floor. No one is allowed to go up without my order."

"Notify Manager Ahua and have him take people to the second floor to inform the guests in each private room immediately so that no more problems can occur."

"The police will be here soon. Tell the DJ to turn on the lights immediately and notify and appease the guests!"

Although he was angry that the policeman did not give him face, he was not panicked at all when dealing with the problem. Gou Zuibo and other security guards received training once a week.

He went up the stairs, but was stopped by the anti-drug team just as he was about to get close.

"Fuck off!" Gou Zui Bo pushed him hard, "Fuck, you came to our place to cause trouble."

"Back off, back off, if you come any closer you'll be obstructing official business!" The middle-aged policeman stepped forward and pointed at Gou Zui Bo, their faces almost touching.

"Fuck you for obstructing official duties. You shot without even saying hello. Can you be responsible if someone is injured? Tell me your police number. Believe it or not, I will report you and make all your efforts go to waste!" Gou Zuibo hit back directly.

The police officers from the anti-drug squad all glared at Gou Zui Bo but didn't dare to say a word in reply.

After giving him a fierce glare, Gou Zui Bo did not dare to delay and picked up the intercom to call, "Calling headquarters, this is BK18 Dynasty Nightclub, the anti-drug team just came to investigate, both sides fired, and many people were injured."

The middle-aged police officer looked at Gou Zui Bo in shock. They were also using the walkie-talkie to call, so why did their people have to run outside to get a signal?

Damn, the equipment used by a gangster is more advanced than that used by the police!
Can this police force ever be any better?
"Headquarters received this. Seal off the scene and provide first aid. We cannot allow anyone to die here."

"BK18 received."

Without Gou Zuibo's orders, someone had already brought over the first aid kit, "Here, there are first aid hemostatic patches used by the US military, will it help?"

"Ah, no." The middle-aged man had a stiff and complicated expression.

He glared at the policemen fiercely and said, "Get out of the way, you are unlucky!"

Several people immediately made way for Gou Zui Bo to enter.

He took out a multi-purpose tourniquet to stop the bleeding of the injured thigh, and used a tourniquet directly on the wounded stomach. Several other drug offenders were shot in multiple places, which made him very upset. He could only ask someone to bring more tourniquets...

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PS: I will post one chapter first, and don’t wait for the next chapter at night. I’ll see if it can be out tomorrow. I was busy during the New Year holiday, and today I was organizing the subsequent outline, so I only managed to finish 3000 words.

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