Hong Kong films: From street thugs to Hong Kong financial tycoons

Night fell, like a giant piece of black velvet, slowly enveloping the entire city of Hong Kong.

The neon lights of Victoria Harbour still shine brightly, but in those dark corners where the light doesn't reach, a chilling, bloody atmosphere is spreading wildly.

Kowloon, the secret underground training base of Yiu Shing Security Group.

This place was originally an abandoned, super-large air-raid shelter. After Lin Yaohua bought it for a lot of money, he directly hired a German engineering team to transform it into the most advanced tactical security base in Hong Kong.

At this moment, the huge shadowless searchlights illuminated the entire underground base as bright as day.

"Click! Click!"

A series of chilling clanging sounds of metal mechanisms echoed through the empty base.

Thirteen Sister was dressed in a black tactical bodysuit, carrying a heavy, pure black object in her hand, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Ah Yao... this... this is a tear gas launcher?"

Thirteen Sister swallowed hard, looking at the rows of neatly arranged equipment in front of her, feeling her worldview being wildly reshaped.

"You even have this... a high-voltage pulse stun gun, a bulletproof Kevlar tactical vest? Are you running a security company or preparing for World War III?"

Lin Yao, dressed in an extremely flashy custom-made black trench coat, was leaning against a brand-new riot control armored vehicle, slowly sipping a cup of freshly ground coffee.

"Sis, calm down. Times are changing. Even we in gangs... I mean, we in security, need to follow a scientific development approach, right?"

Lin Yao pointed to the three hundred thugs in front of him, who were dressed in suits and looked like futuristic super soldiers.

These three hundred men have long since been transformed. They are all dressed in black combat uniforms, with bulletproof vests over them, and tactical helmets with night vision goggle slots on their heads.

What they held in their hands was no longer a baton, but a riot shield and a high-voltage stun baton, standard equipment for special police officers, with tear gas and stun grenades hanging from their waists.

These aren't gangsters; they're clearly a privately-owned mercenary force armed to the teeth!

"Old Chen, is the account cleared out completely?"

Lin Yao turned to look at Chen Zheng beside him.

"Don't worry, boss. All of these non-lethal riot control equipment were purchased through our shell company in Africa under the guise of legal security equipment. The customs procedures are complete, and even the police can't find any fault with them."

Chen Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled like a refined scoundrel.

"very good."

Lin Yao nodded in satisfaction, put down his coffee cup, and walked up to the three hundred heavily armed thugs. He didn't shout or give any pre-battle pep talk; he simply said a few words in a calm tone.

"Tonight, someone tried to overturn our table; the other party was a gangster with a watermelon knife."

"I've equipped you with the most expensive gear in Hong Kong. If any of you brothers get seriously injured tonight, or get slashed by those junk guys on the other side, then you're all going to take off these clothes tomorrow and go back to the streets to collect protection money. Understand?"

"I understand!!!"

Three hundred men in suits stood at attention in unison and let out a deafening roar.

Are you kidding me? Earning tens of thousands of dollars a month, wearing bulletproof vests, carrying stun guns, and fighting a bunch of thugs who can't even afford to eat and are carrying rusty machetes—if they can still get hurt, they might as well just find a block of tofu and smash their heads against it!

"Set off."

Lin Yao waved his hand.

……

At the same time, in West Kowloon, at an abandoned container terminal.

Tonight, this place is recognized by the Hong Kong underworld as the location of the big showdown. On the east side of the pier, there are four or five hundred Hung Hing gangsters standing densely packed together.

Big Boss B, Big Fei, Prince and other hall masters were all shirtless, with various dragons, tigers and leopards tattooed on their chests, and carrying gleaming machetes in their hands.

However, their expressions were somewhat solemn.

"Damn it, have those bastards from Tung Sing taken the wrong medicine today?"

Big Brother B spat fiercely, staring at the dark mass of people opposite him.

"I heard that mad dog Crow raided over a dozen of our venues last night, and they have at least eight hundred men today, plus all their equipment is brand new!"

Dafei picked his nose and muttered, "Mr. Jiang is really something, insisting on going head-to-head with Dongxing at this critical juncture."

"I heard that a big boss behind Tung Sing has secretly spent 50 million, they're determined to wipe us out!"

"By the way, where's that brat Thirteen Sister? She's the richest branch manager in all of Hung Hing now. Is she hiding because she's afraid of dying?"

While the morale of the Hung Hing forces was wavering, the Tung Sing Society's camp on the west side of the dock was riding high.

Camel, the leader of the East Star gang, sat on the hood of a Mercedes-Benz, smoking a cigar and looking smug.

Beside him were the two tigers of Dongxing, Crow and Smiling Tiger.

Today, Crow was wearing a bright red leather jacket and dragging a custom-made, extended kukri-like machete backwards. His eyes were so manic that he looked like a severely manic patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"Hahaha, boss, after this battle, the entire Kowloon will belong to Tung Sing!"

The crow laughed arrogantly, its eyes flashing with bloodlust.

"That damn Thirteen Sister, and that Yaosheng Capital, after I take down Hung Hing, I'll bring my men and smash those beat-up Mercedes of hers to scrap metal. I'll get my revenge tonight for what happened on set last time, with interest!"

Camel patted Crow on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Crow, go all out tonight. Boss Xu has said that as long as we can completely cripple Hung Hing and force out that mastermind surnamed Lin, we'll succeed."

"Another 50 million will arrive later. With this money, Dongxing can completely launder its money and enter the real estate market!"

It turns out that this was precisely the insidious plan of Xu Tianheng and his gang of old money. They dared not touch Lin Yao openly, so they wanted to cut off Lin Yao's tentacles reaching into the gang through a bloody battle in the underworld, give Lin Yao a warning, and muddy the waters at the same time.

"Brothers, kill those Hung Hing bastards! A reward of ten thousand for every one you kill!"

The crow suddenly raised the kukri in its hand and let out a hysterical roar.

"Kill them!!!"

More than 800 Tung Sing gangsters roared like a horde of zombies, raising their machetes and iron pipes, ready to rush across the wide open space in the middle of the shipping container.

On Hung Hing's side, Boss B and his men gritted their teeth and raised their knives: "Brothers, for Hung Hing, let's fight them to the death!"

It looked like an extremely brutal, bloody brawl, reminiscent of the 1980s gangster movies, was about to break out.

suddenly!

"Buzz—!!!"

A sudden, extremely sharp and piercing horn blared out of nowhere over the dock. The sound was so loud that the adrenaline-pumping gangsters on both sides painfully covered their ears.

Followed by.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

More than a dozen intensely bright searchlights, powerful enough to blind people, lit up simultaneously from the high places around the dock.

Huge beams of light crisscrossed, instantly illuminating this dimly lit container terminal, making it even brighter and more dazzling than Victoria Harbour during the day.

All the gangsters who were about to engage in a fight were dumbfounded and instinctively covered their eyes with their hands.

What's going on? Could it be that the police's Flying Tigers have come to raid the area? But wait, police officers don't usually do things this ostentatiously.

Just as the two groups were filled with doubt and uncertainty, an extremely stylish extended armored Lincoln, escorted by a line of black riot control vehicles, slowly drove into the open space between the two camps.

The car door opened, and Lin Yao, wearing a black trench coat, chewing gum, and with his hands in his pockets, stepped out.

Following behind him, besides the fully armed Thirteen Sister, there was also a cameraman carrying a top-of-the-line Hollywood Steadicam, and Wang Sanri, the Fatty Wang, wearing a director's hat, holding a megaphone, and covered in sweat.

Falling down?

Whether it was Camel and Crow from Tung Sing or B, the boss of Hung Hing, everyone had a million question marks on their foreheads at this moment.

The gangs are showing off their horses, it's a life-or-death shootout, what the hell are you doing bringing a movie crew here?

Fatty Wang wiped the sweat from his brow, raised the large megaphone in his hand, and shouted in his hoarse voice:

"Attention everyone! Lighting technician, tilt the reflector a little to the east. Sound technician, raise the microphone. Make sure you get the sound of the knife cutting into bone crystal clear. This is extremely valuable live footage."

The entire place was deathly silent. The eight hundred Tung Sing boys and four hundred Hung Hing boys were all staring at Fatty Wong as if he were an alien.

Real-life footage? You son of a gun! We're in the underworld, fighting for territory, we're risking our lives!

You actually treated us like free extras in your movie? This is an unprecedented and utterly depraved insult to the entire Hong Kong triad culture!

"You old hag, who do you think you are, daring to come here and make fun of me?"

Crow went completely berserk. With red eyes, he grabbed a large machete, walked straight through the crowd, and started cursing at Lin Yao and Fatty Wang.

"You, surnamed Lin, really think you can act tough just because you have a few stinking coins? Today I'll chop you and this fat bastard into mincemeat!"

Lin Yao didn't even lift his eyelids in the face of the crows' cawing. He walked over to Wang Sanri's director's chair, sat down casually, and then gestured to Fatty Wang.

"Director Wang, you can call 'action' now."

Fatty Wang was so excited that his whole body trembled. This was a huge event, and a super-sized event that the boss himself had personally funded.

"Action!"

Fatty Wang raised the megaphone and roared at the top of his lungs. The words had barely left his lips when...

"Boom!"

The trunks of the dozen or so black armored vehicles that had been parked behind the Lincoln opened simultaneously with a bang.

Without any unnecessary words, three hundred thugs in suits, dressed in full SWAT riot gear, wearing tactical helmets, and carrying high-strength riot shields and pulse stun guns, poured out of the carriage like a black torrent of steel.

Their movements were so synchronized it was outrageous; in just five seconds, three hundred people quickly formed three rows.

The first row of riot shields slammed heavily onto the ground, forming a two-meter-high, indestructible Great Wall of Steel.

In the second row, through the gaps in the shields, the dark holes of tear gas launchers peeked out.

The third row, armed with long-handled high-voltage stun batons, are ready to engage in close combat and reap the rewards at any time.

This extremely professional, ruthless, and money-driven modern riot control atmosphere instantly swept across the entire area like a Category 12 hurricane.

"Gulp."

Just moments ago, Crow had been clamoring to chop Lin Yao into mincemeat. But now, looking at the impenetrable steel defense line in front of him, he swallowed hard and felt that the machete in his hand was as ridiculous and pathetic as a fire poker.

How the hell am I supposed to fight this? I'm armed with a machete, and you're armed with a riot shield and a stun gun. Are you trying to take this lying down?

"That old dog Xu Tianheng gave you fifty million, so you came here to make trouble for me, huh?"

Lin Yao sat in the director's chair, legs crossed, his gaze passing over the gaps in the shield as if looking at a group of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Unfortunately, he didn't tell you that what I like most is to use money to smash your lousy rules that you're so proud of."

Lin Yao snapped his fingers.

"First wave, tear gas, go!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A muffled firing sound rang out, and dozens of tear gas canisters traced graceful parabolas in the air, landing with pinpoint accuracy in the center of the more than eight hundred members of the Dongxing Society.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Thick, extremely pungent tear gas exploded instantly and spread wildly.

"Cough cough cough, my eyes, ahhh, I'm blind, blind!"

"Damn it, shameless! Gang fights and they're using poison gas!"

"Help! I can't breathe!"

The more than 800 gangsters from the East Star Society, who were fierce and menacing one second, turned into refugees at a large-scale biohazard scene the next.

Countless people threw down their machetes, covered their eyes, knelt on the ground, coughed and cried wildly, creating an extremely chaotic and tragic scene.

Even the camel, the leader of the gang, was so choked by the fumes that it sneezed and scrambled to hide under the Mercedes.

The Hung Hing gang leader, B, and his men were dumbfounded. They were used to street brawls, and when had they ever seen such a modern tactic that was like a one-sided physical execution? This was practically a one-sided physical exorcism!

"Second wave, clear the area."

Lin Yao's cold voice rang out again.

"Whoosh!"

The shield formation cracked open with countless gaps, and hundreds of fierce-looking thugs in suits, wearing gas masks and wielding high-voltage stun batons that crackled with eerie blue arcs of electricity, charged straight into the smoke-filled Dongxing camp like hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.

There were no flashing swords, no flying blood and flesh, only a dull crackling sound of electricity, and the thuds of the East Star henchmen convulsing and collapsing after being electrocuted.

This wasn't a fierce battle at all; it was an extremely tedious, monotonous, and mechanized harvesting.

With red eyes and holding his breath, Crow brandished his kukri, trying to fight back. But before he could even see who it was, two high-voltage stun batons were aimed precisely at his waist from the left and right.

"Zzzzzzz—!!!"

A pulse current of tens of thousands of volts instantly coursed through his entire body. The once invincible Dongxing Xiashanhu rolled his eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and his hair stood on end. Like a dead fish on a chopping board, he collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently.

Standing behind the monitor, Fatty Wang watched the shocking scene with such excitement that his entire body of fat trembled.

"Absolutely amazing! The visual quality, the lighting, the overwhelming and brutal aesthetics—boss, this movie is going to be a box office smash!"

Lin Yao yawned, looking at the Dongxing remnants who were groaning and helpless on the ground, and felt somewhat bored.

Faced with this modern security conglomerate armed to the teeth by capital, traditional underworld rules are as fragile as a windowpane that can be punctured with a single poke.

"Tell Camel to go back and give Xu Tianheng a message."

Lin Yao stood up and straightened his trench coat.

"I'll take this underhanded tactic. Now, I'll make sure he gets his neck clean, prepares his coffin, and I'll make sure the entire Hui's Shipping line dies a gruesome death on the Hong Kong stock market!"