A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

"Sir, would you like to come in and take a rest?"

Tony was holding a plastic bag with freshly made milk tea in it. He knocked on a car on the side of the road, waited for the other person to lower the window, and said with a smile:

"Brother Luo has given orders. He will be responsible for everything we eat and drink tonight. Let's have some drinks first..."

Several members of the paparazzi looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to take the plastic bag from Tony's hand.

When Tony walked towards the next one, several paparazzi members from the West Kowloon Criminal Intelligence Division began to complain.

"Call the dog head, does Mong Kok belong to the citizens or that mad dog?"

"We were parked here for ten minutes, and it was dozens of times harder for them to notice us than to stare at those pink guys."

Listening to the complaints on the walkie-talkie, Dogou, the commander of the paparazzi, immediately pressed the call button and said, "Xia Mao, is there a codename like Mad Dog in our operation?"

"Sorry, sir. The other party's code name is Alpha Wolf."

Xiamao immediately changed his mind and then continued to ask: "What should we do? Should we continue to squat or retreat and change cars?"

"There is no need to change. Once discovered, we will switch from covert investigation to overt follow-up. This is a wolf den, and the parking guys on the roadside are their people. If we park our cars here, we will definitely be discovered."

Goutou drank the milk tea in his hand, replied by the way, and then held the walkie-talkie and said to the supervisor of the Criminal Intelligence Division: "Zoo, zoo, Goutou call."

"The new milk tea here in Mong Kok is delicious. Do you want me to take a few cups back for you?"

Just when Zulu Wang was targeted by the paparazzi of the Criminal Intelligence Bureau, several vans appeared near Canton Road in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Yaoqing and others stopped at the street corner, and then looked at the alley leading to the ferry.

"Brother Qiang, the person with the fish head mark hasn't come yet, do you need to remind me?"

A young man who was responsible for keeping watch at the ferry came back and asked Aqiang.

"It's okay. The guy with the fish head sign spends more time on boats than we do on foot. They won't smash their sign."

"Besides, it's not like we don't have a foothold. The fish head mark can't offend our Yi Zi Dui."

Aqiang is not in a hurry at all. He already knows that Shu Bing went to Liangkun to have a relationship, and is ready to ask Wang Zuluo to come out and talk things over.

It's good to have a background. If something unexpected happens, you can delay time by talking about numbers.

"Mad Dog Luo is nothing more than that. He is chased away by those Thais like a dog. His nickname is in vain."

Aqiang held a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against the wall of the alley, joking with a few of his men.

The Thais who were wanted by the police station were sitting in a van on the roadside, waiting for the fish-head boat to come and take them out to sea.

"Brother Qiang, the ship is coming."

After another ten minutes, the watchman finally saw the signal on the sea and immediately ran back and shouted.

"Tell those Thai people to come out and get on the boat. They have to send these bastards away before they can handle it. It's really fucking unlucky."

After complaining, Aqiang threw away his cigarette butt and walked towards the ferry.

Before I could book a boat, I could still find an opportunity to kill these Thais and silence them. But it doesn't work now. The other party has called to inform the Thai side to respond.

If we try to silence him now, we will definitely offend Mr. Pan Bo from Thailand.

"Brother Qiang...Brother Qiang, something is wrong..."

At the entrance of the alley, several boys on lookout looked at the approaching vans and called to their boss with some stuttering.

Aqiang looked back, but there was a corner in the alley and he couldn't see what was going on outside.

"Let the Thais go first, and we will support them!"

Aqiang pulled out a pistol from his waist and ran toward the alley with a few of his men.

The person who came must not be a cop, otherwise the place would have been illuminated by police lights.

After receiving the instructions, several Thais also quickened their pace and ran towards the ferry.

"Who are these friends from the road? We are from the Number Gang Yizi Dui. Don't let the flood wash away the Dragon King Temple..."

Leaning against the wall at the corner of the alley, Aqiang shouted something over there.

"Xinlianying Chen Yaoqing will send you all on your way today!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Aqiang and the others.

The alley only leads to the ferry, but the ferry is also a place where ordinary residents run. It is separated from the seaside by railings and smoothed with cement. It is several hundred meters long.

Chen Yaoqing and the others went around to the back of the alley from there, otherwise the van would not have driven to the entrance of the alley with great fanfare.

"Xinlianying? Fuck, shoot!"

Aqiang was startled by the sudden sound, quickly shrank his head and hid behind his younger brother.

Bang bang bang….

The gunman beside Chen Yaoqing was the first to shoot. The bullets in the submachine gun magazine were enough for him to shoot back and forth in the alley twice.

When the gunfire stopped, half of Aqiang's men lay down, and the rest followed Aqiang to the other side of the alley corner.

At this time, they didn't care whether there was an ambush in the van over there, dodging bullets was the first priority.

Chen Yaoqing carried the machete and ran directly to the ferry with his men without even looking at Aqiang's position.

There was also a gun aimed at this side of the van at this time. Just as Aqiang and his men were forced around the corner by a submachine gun, gunfire rang out in the van.

"Fight back, fight back!"

Aqiang lay directly on the ground and called on his men to shoot back.

But now they are rats in the bellows, suffering from both sides.

My subordinate had just been shot with a submachine gun, so how could he have the courage to shoot back?

If they were really that powerful, who would be able to follow A Qiang as a gangster?

Not just anyone can become a shooter by picking up a gun. Accurate marksmanship, no fear of death, and excellent skills are all indispensable.

Wang Zuluo had only around thirty gunmen for so long. He, Aqiang, had only been in the arms business for a few days. How could he recruit so many gunmen?

After A Qiang finished shouting, none of the boys under him stood up to shoot. They all squatted on the spot, dropped their pistols and held their heads in their hands.

"You losers, get up and fight back, otherwise we will all die!"

If his men didn't shoot, then Aqiang, the only one lying on the ground and shooting at the van, would be highlighted.

When Aqiang emptied the magazine into the van, the pursuers behind him also turned the corner.

"I surrender, don't shoot. My boss, Shu Bing, is talking to you bosses. Kill me, you guys will get no benefit!"

A Qiang decisively dropped his pistol, stood up and shouted at A Cong who pointed a submachine gun at him.

Several gunshots were heard in the direction of the ferry, but the gunfire soon stopped.

This made Aqiang's face turn pale. He knew that it was his men who had shot just now. When the gunfire stopped, it meant that his men had rushed to the street.

Those Thais don't have weapons in their hands now.

For safety reasons, pistols were confiscated from the Thais before they boarded the ship. You must know that Aqiang had the intention of killing people and silencing them at the beginning. How could he let the other party hold a gun?