Chapter 366 O-Record Assist

Chapter 366 O-Record Assist

Chapter 366 O-Record Assist

The street warrior wrapped the knife handle with a cloth strip, and behind him were more than 500 Chung Kee thugs, with red ribbons fluttering on their shoulders and machetes in their hands, filling the streets and moving forward to fight together.

"Chop them to death!"

Jie Shiyong stopped fifty meters in front of the soldiers in the water room, raised his sword and roared, raising his arms to call out. More than five hundred brothers raised their swords in response, roaring: "Chop them to death!"

"Defend this land and protect our loyal flag!"

"kill!"

"Kill them down!"

The loyalists had been preparing for battle for a long time. Facing the Shuifangists who were twice their number, they were not afraid at all and started a bloody battle.

Because, there were 982 red sticks from the Tongluowan Hall to the 49th, all of which were in Qingfeng Street. Even many blue lanterns had come, a total of more than 1,600 people, plus the more than 300 people brought by Zhongyi Xin and Zhongyi Group, and the 200 people of Dong'an Society, the number of people was also more than 2,000.

Their numbers are comparable to those of the troops from Shuifang, Dan'er, Jianzidui and Lizidui who came to pull down the flags, so they are not necessarily at a disadvantage.

But Lao Zhong did not go all in at once. Instead, he let Street Brave lead the elite to carry the flag, Xiaoshao lead the people to cover the back, block the end of the street, and the numbers help the two-word pile to attack.

Pa Chewei, Erzhong, Xizhong and Dong'an's Dati, as the reserve team, did not move and remained guarding in front of Chaoyi Restaurant.

Qingfeng Street is a narrow street, 550 meters long and less than 10 meters wide.

At the bend connecting Gloucester Road, there is the Tsing Fung Street flyover carriageway above, and the narrowest part of the bridge bottom below is only three and a half meters, which can only accommodate one car in one direction.

Thousands of people were fighting in a chaotic battle. Within a one-meter width, there were even three or four people crowded together, hacking and killing each other. The battle was particularly intense when the two ends just came into contact. There were nearly a thousand people crowded in a length of more than a hundred meters.

There was a sea of ​​heads, and the machetes were raised one after another without stopping. From time to time, people fell to the ground and screamed, covering their wounds and wailing, and blood splashed on the parapet of the old tenement building.

There were more than a dozen restaurants, five auto repair shops, fruit stalls, and more than 30 residential buildings on both sides of the street. All the doors and windows were closed and locked.

Many injured fighters hid under the wall, and some of them huddled together to catch their breath.

Fat Cat was holding the 'Fish Transforming into Dragon' made by a famous master in his hand, drinking Pu'er tea, standing in front of the window and looking at the battlefield on Qingfeng Street. He saw any weak spots on the Zhongji front and immediately sent a team of soldiers to fill them.

Gao Laosen witnessed thousands of people hacking and killing each other on the street. The deafening shouting and killing alone made him tremble with fear.

During the war years in Hong Kong, there were often thousands of people showing off their horses, and even riots involving tens of thousands of people, but that was decades ago.

Since the 1970s, large-scale horse-riding battles involving hundreds of people have rarely occurred, and the two sides, with a total of nearly 5,000 people, were fighting a bloody battle on the same street.

Without the tacit consent of the Hong Kong government, it would never happen!
A shrill sirens sounded, and more than a dozen assault vehicles arrived at the Qingfeng Street overpass. Seventy mobile force police officers, wearing bulletproof vests and holding guns, arrived at the scene fully armed.

At the same time, a command vehicle stopped at the side of the bridge, and a Chinese man in a suit and a foreigner in uniform and a police hat got out.

"Sir!"

"Yu Sir!"

Deputy Commander of the Kowloon Region, Chief Superintendent Yu Shaoze, Commander, Assistant Commissioner Ho Dingyu, and Superintendent of Organized Crime and Triad Bureau Chu Zhengyan arrived at the front line.

They blocked the Qingfeng Street overpass and observed the bloody shopping scene on Qingfeng Street from a high vantage point.

The overpass was less than thirty meters away from Chaoyi Restaurant, and Yu Shaoze could even clearly see Fat Cat's expression.

Zhu Zhengyan stood at attention and saluted, then reported: "Sir, there are 1,000 uniformed police officers, 500 O-class police officers, and 200 serious crime squad police officers from all police stations in the district. They have all arrived at the scene to form a riot control force."

He Dingyu frowned, looking worried, and nodded, "Tell them to set up a cordon and be ready to act at any time!"

"Yes, sir!" Zhu Zhengyan stood at attention and saluted.

Although He Dingyu was a foreigner, he felt guilty when he saw the chaos on the streets. He turned around and asked, "Mr. Yu, what do you think the newspapers will say about us tomorrow?"

Yu Shaoze said with a serious face, "It depends on which newspaper Mr. He buys."

He Dingyu's mood has improved a lot, and he even joked: "Fortunately, I can't read Chinese newspapers!"

At this time, Jimmy Lai came to Ren Qirong, stood at attention and saluted, and shouted, "Sir Ren, the brothers are ready." Ren Qirong was wearing a uniform, with a gun on his waist, a walkie-talkie on his shoulder, and a police whistle around his neck.

One hundred and twenty-six police officers from the Mong Kok Police Station were standing guard at the front line at the Tsing Fung Street intersection. They had put on their uniforms, carried their equipment, held batons, and were ready to do their job.

"Beep!!!"

Ren Qirong picked up the police whistle, puffed up his cheeks and blew it, and shouted to his fellow officers: "My fellow officers, protecting the citizens and safeguarding Hong Kong Island is the promise we made when we took up the post."

"Being a police officer means taking taxpayers' money. There are thousands of people fighting on the streets. If this gets out to reporters, all the police in Hong Kong will be called useless."

"Now, three groups, five groups a team, suppress the riot. The first time is a warning, the second time, direct shooting, do you understand?"

The O-Ji police officers put their hands behind their backs and shouted in unison: "Understood!"

The anti-explosion team composed of uniformed police officers behind him seemed to have heard Ren Rongrong's battle declaration, and there was a small commotion.

At the same time, the pre-battle speech by the Organized Crime and Triad Society in Mong Kok also attracted the attention of the commanders on the overpass.

He Dingyu turned around and asked, "Mr. Zhu, what are the people from O Ji doing?"

Zhu Zhengyan's face turned pale, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly picked up the intercom and shouted, "Arong, what are you doing?"

Ren Rongrong obviously received the notice, turned off the intercom on his shoulder, looked at his brothers and said: "If anything goes wrong, I will shoulder it alone, and I will never take all the credit!"

"work!"

Jimmy Lai took off a smoke bomb from his waist and threw it towards the battlefield on Qingfeng Street. As soon as the smoke bomb landed on the ground, it sprayed out red powdery smoke.

The O-Taiwan police used smoke bombs to block the communication between the triad members. A dozen smoke bombs created a smoke screen, and the police drew their batons and rushed forward.

"O remember to do things!"

"Get down!"

The police officers were divided into groups of three and never separated. Once they caught a gangster, they would beat him to death until he lost the ability to move.

If a knifeman came forward and fought back, someone would pull out a small .38 rifle, pull the trigger, and the man would fall down with a loud bang.

The five action teams, separated by a distance of no more than ten meters, formed a small team to support each other and convey orders.

Jimmy Lai kicked down a thug in the bathroom, his face turned fierce, he swung his baton and hit him three times, knocking the thug unconscious.

"O Ji clears the area!"

This well-trained police force was like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing into the water room's chest from behind, immediately throwing the water room's soldiers into chaos.

Su Quan, nicknamed "Ghost Hand Su", was a seven-time champion of the underground boxing ring. He came from a free-fighting background and became famous for his fast punches. He is still very capable in fighting with a machete.

On the contrary, Jie Shiyong had been famous for many years, but he had neglected his martial arts and was no longer as brave as he used to be. Su Quan led his men to charge in front of him and chopped Jie Shiyong down with just a few strikes.

Just as Su Quan was about to kill Jie Shiyong with his knife, a smoke bomb suddenly landed at his feet. Thick smoke came out, choking him and making him cough non-stop.

He covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and moved forward to swing the knife again.

"Oh!"

There was a gunshot and the bullet went through the chest.

Su Quan took several steps forward, lost his balance, and fell down in an alley.

Tan Huanxi spread his legs, leaned forward slightly, held the police gun in both hands, and shouted loudly: "Put down your weapons."

Most of the loyalists were injured and lying on the ground, unable to fight anymore. Those holding machetes were all water room fighters. They looked at each other, dropped their machetes, and ran away in panic.

(End of this chapter)