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

Hong Kong, Tai Po Industrial Area, New Territories.

The night was deep, and thick dark clouds obscured the only sliver of moonlight. Most of the factories in the industrial zone had turned off their lights and were plunged into a deathly silence.

The Yaosheng Technology core factory, located deep within the industrial zone, was like a steel fortress burning fiercely in the night!

"Buzzing—"

The giant liquid nitrogen cooling tower that Lin Yao spent 1 billion yuan to build was emitting a deep and terrifying roar.

A thick layer of frost had formed on the surface of the thick, pure copper pipes, which were continuously and frantically pumping extremely cold air—enough to freeze steel—into the cleanroom laboratory that covered a thousand square meters.

The concrete wall surrounding the factory, which was originally only three meters high, has been raised to an outrageous five meters in just a few days.

The top of the wall is densely covered with barbed high-voltage electric grids.

Eight tactical searchlights, each ten meters tall, rose from the ground, their blinding beams sweeping across every inch of land within a 500-meter radius of the factory.

Thirteen Sister, dressed in a tight-fitting black combat suit with an extremely sharp Nepalese kukri hanging at her waist, stood in front of the large screen in the monitoring room, her gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

"Second team, add two more retired police dogs to the blind spots in area three. Don't let even a fly in!"

"Four teams, are the snipers in position? Check the wind speed, calibrate the trajectory, and if any unauthorized personnel carrying weapons are spotted, shoot them dead without authorization!"

Thirteen Sister pressed the tactical communication headset to her ear and calmly issued extremely cold instructions.

On the monitoring screen, it can be clearly seen that the five hundred veterans who were brought back from the Laoshan front line in the mainland by Lin Yao with two hundred million yuan in cash have now completely taken over the defense of the entire factory area.

They are not the gangsters on the streets of Hong Kong who just slash around with watermelon knives. This group of people are the ultimate killing machines who have rolled through real gunfire and crawled out of piles of corpses.

They patrolled the factory area 24 hours a day, in groups of three to five, forming an absolute tactical cross-cover formation.

Everyone was wearing top-of-the-line Kevlar body armor. Although they were outwardly dressed in black suits from Yaosheng Capital, underneath their suits were all American-made submachine guns and high-explosive stun grenades.

In the eyes of these veterans, there are no gang rules, no Hong Kong laws.

They only believed one thing: Boss Lin gave them a settlement allowance they could never earn in a lifetime, and brought their wives and children to live in a big house in Hong Kong to enjoy a life of luxury, with meat to eat every meal.

The boss ordered them to hold onto this factory, so this is their territory! As long as the territory holds, they live; if the territory is lost, they die. Anyone who dares to touch the boss's machines will die!

Passing through layers of terrifying security netting, we entered the core cleanroom laboratory. The temperature inside was extremely low, but everyone's blood seemed to be boiling.

"Lu, the light transmittance of this optical lens is still incorrect; it needs another round of nano-level polishing!"

Peter, ASML's current CEO, has long lost the refined demeanor of a typical European white elite.

He was wearing a white dust suit, his hair was a mess like a madman's, and he was lying in front of an extremely large, unfinished machine that looked like a metal monster, shouting at the top of his lungs.

This machine is the most sophisticated and terrifying industrial crown jewel in human technological history: the prototype of the first-generation stepper lithography machine.

"Polish my ass, your outdated European algorithm is too slow."

With dark circles under his eyes and an empty can of Red Bull in his hand, Lu Qiu retorted directly.

"My god-tier EDA code has calculated the lens refractive error to six decimal places. Just cut it directly according to my parameters. If there's a problem, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it around like a ball!"

Two top geniuses in their respective fields argued heatedly in the laboratory over a millimeter-level error, their faces flushed and spittle flying everywhere.

But amidst this near-frenzied arguing and clashes, this piece of scrap metal, which was originally on the verge of rusting in a makeshift prefab house in Europe, is being frantically assembled and formed at a speed that would leave scientists around the world speechless.

"My God...don't these Chinese people ever sleep?"

A Dutch engineer leaned against a corner of the rest area, holding a cup of Geisha coffee freshly ground by a Michelin-starred chef. He looked at several Chinese engineers next to him, who were typing away while breathing oxygen, with a look of shock and fear in his eyes.

Since they were brought to Hong Kong half a month ago, they have truly witnessed what Chinese-style overworking is all about.

At ASML, even if the lab explodes at 5 p.m., they still have to go home and have a beer.

Could it be here?

Every day, Boss Lin would have someone push a whole cart full of cash and Rolex gold watches around the lab entrance. If you worked fast, you'd get 100,000 yuan in cash; if you solved a technical problem, you'd get a gold Rolex.

Under this extremely brutal and unscrupulous corruption of money, these European foreigners who originally advocated a slow-paced lifestyle have now completely succumbed.

Sleep? Sleep my ass! Closing your eyes means losing a lot of hard-earned US dollars!

"Get to work, keep working! We have to get the light source generator installed today!"

Peter gulped down a large mouthful of coffee and, as if injected with adrenaline, lunged at the machine again.

As the night grew deeper, at three in the morning, a person was at their most tired and least alert.

In a dense thicket outside the New Territories factory area, six eerie figures dressed in high-tech all-black night-clothes and wearing low-light night vision goggles lurked silently like six ghosts.

"Captain, is the intelligence accurate?"

Through the headset, a very faint English announcement with a heavy North American accent came through.

"The target is this factory area. I heard that John, the head of Black Gold Capital on Wall Street, went bankrupt and ended up in a mental hospital because of the owner of this company."

"Now the CIA and several Wall Street giants are jointly funding us to investigate."

The leader, codenamed Ghost, is a retired Navy SEAL ace.

He lay prone in the mud, raised the military-grade tactical rifle with a silencer in his hand, and observed the factory perimeter wall in the distance through a high-powered night vision scope.

"Intelligence indicates that this company called Yaosheng Technology recently kidnapped a startup team called ASML from Europe. Wall Street giants suspect that they are working on some kind of black technology that could disrupt the semiconductor industry."

The ghost's voice was cold and contemptuous: "Our mission is simple: infiltrate them, take out their core hard drive, and if you can't, plant C4 in the lab and blow everything to scrap metal."

"Tch, what kind of defenses could a run-down factory in a small Asian place have?"

A teammate next to him gave a disdainful sneer.

"They probably just hired a few local gangsters as security guards. We're a world-class corporate intelligence team. Dealing with places like this is like strolling through our own backyard."

"Don't be careless. In five minutes, cut off the power to their external surveillance system and climb over the wall from the blind spot in Zone B. Make it quick and decisive."

Ghost gave a tactical hand signal, and five minutes later, with a very slight click of the current breaking, a section of searchlights in area B of the factory suddenly went out, creating an absolute dark corner that stretched for more than ten meters.

"action!"

With a low shout, six incredibly agile figures, like night owls, suddenly darted out of the bushes.

They didn't even use grappling hooks; instead, they simply used the gaps in the wall to quickly climb to the top of the five-meter-high wall.

Such terrifying physical abilities and infiltration skills must have come from extremely rigorous special training.

"The high-voltage power grid has been cut; it's safe."

One of the team members skillfully tore open a gap with insulated pliers, and six people filed in, landing lightly on the lawn inside the factory area, landing silently, like ghosts.

"Too easy."

Ghost stood up, dusted himself off, and looked through his night vision goggles at the brightly lit core experimental building in the distance, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go deliver a bombshell gift from Wall Street to these Asian bumpkins."

However, just as these six top corporate spies took their second step...

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Without warning, all the searchlights in Zone B of the factory area, which had been turned off, suddenly turned on again. In addition, more than a dozen powerful beams of special xenon gas, strong enough to blind people, were shone from the towers in all directions.

In an instant, the lawn was illuminated a thousand times brighter than the midday sun.

"Oh, my eyes!"

Six foreigners wearing low-light night vision goggles nearly had their retinas burned through by the sudden burst of bright light. They screamed and covered their eyes, almost dropping their tactical rifles.

"Trap! Fuck! We've fallen for it! Retreat!"

Ghost was, after all, a top-notch special forces soldier. Although he was temporarily blinded, he relied on muscle memory to suddenly raise the rifle in his hand and prepare to provide cover fire for his retreat.

But it was too late.

"Click click click click—!!!"

A rapid, chilling burst of gunfire erupted simultaneously from the shadows on all sides.

When the ghost forced open a crack in his eye despite the stinging pain, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and even his blood froze.

Within a distance of less than twenty meters from them, sixty burly men with buzz cuts, dressed in black bulletproof suits, had somehow surrounded them.

None of the sixty people spoke; even their breathing was almost synchronized.

They were all carrying identical submachine guns, the butts pressed firmly against their shoulders, the dark muzzles forming a 360-degree crossfire slaughter array with absolutely no blind spots.

The most terrifying thing is that around these burly men in black, there were also more than a dozen extremely large retired military dogs, with drool dripping from their mouths and extremely fierce eyes.

With just a command, these military dogs can tear their throats apart instantly!

"No...don't shoot, we surrender!"

The once arrogant spy was now so terrified he wet his pants and raised his hands high in the air.

Are these security guards? These are a bunch of battle-hardened killing machines! The cold indifference in their eyes shows they don't see us as human beings, but as meat on a chopping board!

The crowd parted automatically to make way, and Thirteen Sister, with a lollipop in her mouth and a Nepalese kukri in her hand, strode out with an arrogant gait.

"Cut off the power! You bunch of foreign devils, have you been watching too many Hollywood blockbusters?"

Thirteen Sister walked up to Ghost and kicked him hard in the knee. With a sickening cracking sound, Ghost screamed and fell to his knees.

"Do you really think our boss spent hundreds of millions on a security system that's just for show?"

Thirteen Sister sneered, "The wire you cut was just bait. As soon as the power is cut off, the infrared thermal imagers throughout the factory will immediately lock onto your location."

"I've been waiting here with my brothers for ages, thinking you guys were tough, but it turns out you're just a bunch of spineless cowards?"

"Who...who exactly are you people?!"

The ghost was sweating profusely from the pain, its eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is definitely not ordinary commercial security; you are military personnel!"

"There are no soldiers on our territory."

Thirteen Sister spat the lollipop out of her mouth onto the ground, patted Ghost's pale face with her military knife, and spoke with a chilling arrogance.

"Only Yaosheng Capital's security team was instructed by Ah Yao before he left. Anyone who dares to step into the factory area to try to steal anything will be shot on the spot."

A murderous glint flashed in Thirteen Sister's eyes, and she was just about to give the order to fire.

"Beep beep beep..."

The communicator on her waist suddenly rang. After answering, Lin Yao's extremely calm yet imposing voice came through.

"Sis, did you catch a mouse?"

"Yes, Yao, six professionally trained foreigners, carrying explosives and silenced weapons. What should we do? Just shoot them and bury them under the factory as fertilizer?"

Thirteen Sister reports to the leader.

Lin Yao on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, then let out an extremely dry chuckle.

"It would be too easy for them to just shoot them. Since those bloodsuckers on Wall Street dared to send people to run wild on my turf, I have to give them a big gift in return."

Lin Yao's voice whispered like a devil: "Break all six of these men's arms and legs, then find a large wooden crate, fill it with ice, and airlift it back to the United States overnight on a private plane."

"Just dump the box right in front of Chase Bank on Wall Street."

"I want those self-important Wall Street tycoons to smell this rotten blood every morning when they go to work, so they'll remember that messing with my core technology will come at a price."

Hearing these words, even Thirteen Sister, who had been through piles of dead bodies, couldn't help but shudder.

That's too cruel, it's like killing someone by destroying their spirit!

"Understood, Ayao!"

Thirteen Sister hung up the communicator, looked at the six American spies on the ground who were already terrified, and laughed cruelly.

"Brothers, let's get started. Ah Yao said to leave him alive, don't kill him. Dead people stink when stuffed in a box."

"ah--!!!"

Accompanied by several extremely shrill screams that pierced the night sky, the iron defense line composed of hundreds of battle-hardened veterans demonstrated to the world, on this night, the absolute violence of Yaosheng Capital that no one could violate.