Chapter 423: Flying Tigers fall, British flag turns to ashes

Chapter 423: Flying Tigers fall, British flag turns to ashes

Chapter 423: Flying Tigers fall, British flag turns to ashes (asking for monthly tickets)
Tsuen Wan Ferry Terminal, Container Area 3
The head of the special operations team, Chief Inspector Lian Zhijie of the Flying Tigers, is leading twelve elite special forces soldiers, with their backs against a large red container.

Inspector Qinhao half-crouched in the corner, holding a thermal imaging detector, detecting the target's movements from a hundred meters away.

Deputy Commander Chen Keli, with an M16 on his chest and an MP5 on his waist, leaned forward and trotted forward, saying, "Sir Lian, Brother Yi has signed the action order!"

Lian Zhijie was wearing a black mask, with weathered eyes and a thick nose. He had a stern face and asked, "Where is Zhuo Sir?"

Chen Keli said: "Signed!"

Lian Zhijie nodded slightly, picked up the intercom on his shoulder, and said solemnly: "Everyone, pay attention, action in ten seconds!"

"Yes, sir!"

"receive."

"Roger that!"

Lurking in the dock area were six elite combat teams of the Flying Tigers, as well as assault troops and a mobile force of nearly two hundred people. They blocked the outer roads and used technological means to cut off communications.

We will attack from three directions: sea, land and air. We will set up a tight net and leave the criminal gangs no way to escape!
"GOGOGO!" Lian Zhijie lifted up the MP5 on his trouser leg, unstretched the buttstock, raised his wrist, the stopwatch just returned to zero, leaned against the container, and immediately waved and shouted.

"GOGOGO."

"Go, go, go!"

Twelve masked Flying Tigers wearing bulletproof vests, combat uniforms and holding MP5s were seen rushing out of the container at high speed, shooting at the target area with their guns raised.

"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta."

The MP5 in the hands of each Flying Tiger member was equipped with a tactical flashlight, and the bullets and light beams swept back and forth across the dark dock.

At night, a tactical flashlight has multiple functions: lighting, dazzling, and guiding fire.

Three Flying Tigers helicopters lowered their altitude diagonally and penetrated the dock area. They followed the flashlight beams, turned on the searchlights, and patrolled in turns.

The huge noise of the propellers covered up all human voices on the ground.

Curry Ma stamped out his cigarette, wearing a brown flight jacket, his bangs blown by the wind, revealing his hairline, and screamed: "Don't panic, don't panic."

"Pounce on your mother, don't panic!"

Ding ding, bang bang bang.

MP5 has a fast firing rate and high accuracy, and is the weapon of choice for special operations and urban counter-terrorism. According to the personnel configuration of the Flying Tigers, a combat team consists of six people, carrying a variety of firearms such as Remington, MP5, and M16.

In short- to medium-range firefights, use MP5 first to unleash firepower and create casualties. When in a stalemate, switch to M16 to increase firepower.

There are also Remington shotgun shells for dealing with special terrain and assault operations, as well as smoke bombs and tear gas.

Among the more than one hundred loyal brothers who were transporting goods at the dock, more than twenty of them fell quickly. The rest rushed into the chassis of the truck and climbed into the cargo boxes amid gunfire and screams.

Some people pulled out pistols from their waists and trembled all over, while others picked up AK47s and fired indiscriminately.

Da da da.

Da da da.

In terms of military quality, the Lao Zhong brothers were far behind the Flying Tigers, and in terms of numbers, they were even fewer than the police. They were suddenly attacked, became confused, and fell into a disadvantage.

There are elite police officers on all sides. The brothers are like birds in a cage, unable to escape. No matter where they flee, they will be equipped with guns.

Because the Flying Tigers sent out ten groups, sixty people, more than half of the entire unit, to form an increasingly tightening encirclement.

The foreigners were very smart. After Yuen Long fell into a passive position, they understood the situation and chose to open another battlefield, trying to regain the initiative in the second battlefield.

Mei Henry, Li Lefu and others discovered that the firepower of the guns held by the villagers far exceeded their assessment, and immediately concluded that Lao Zhong had purchased arms privately.

In the short term, there is no information about large-scale arms transactions in the Hong Kong market. It is reasonable to speculate that Lao Zhong has special channels, and it is likely related to the mainland.

With the large amount of arms entering Hong Kong, a warehouse must be built. As long as the Lao Zhong's arsenal can be found and destroyed in one fell swoop, the authorities can make a big comeback in terms of both local public opinion and international politics.

The direction of public opinion will change, international forces will intervene, and the Hong Kong elites are keen to fight the foreigners, but they absolutely do not want to see the war reignite in Hong Kong.

By then, we will throw dirty water on the mainland, label Lao Zhong as a spy organization, and launch a major purge of the Triads. Everything will be logical and will surely receive widespread support.

If the New Territories incident loses its popular support, it can be easily resolved, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

While Yu Shaoze, Zhuo Youquan and Lao Zhong were negotiating, Mei Henry and Li Lefu were collecting intelligence and planning special operations. With the intelligence capabilities of the police force, it would not be difficult to dig out Lao Zhong's arsenal.

There are only a handful of places in the 1,100 square kilometers of land in Hong Kong that are suitable for storing large quantities of munitions. Even if we calculate Lao Zhong’s business trajectory and land assets, there is no possibility of concealing anything!
Lao Zhong stopped the shipment from Shenzhen Port in advance, which at most saved that batch of goods. The remaining goods were stored at Tsuen Wan Wharf, which made Curry Ma feel uneasy.

So, Curry Ma called all his big guns together to organize a convoy to transfer the munitions to the factory. The most dangerous place is the safest!

Putting the munitions in the Pegasus sneaker factory, the police would definitely not dare to come to investigate. The plan was approved by the boss, and a group of people did it, but they fell into the police's net.

Curry Ma watched his brothers being defeated quickly, and he was extremely anxious. He was already filled with despair and could not find any hope. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, picked up the Type 69 40mm rocket launcher, loaded it with ammunition, carried it on his shoulders, rushed out of the container, aimed at the helicopter angrily and said, "Blast your mother!"

boom!
The tail flame ignited, a shrill sound was heard, and the rocket rose up with smoke and rushed towards the helicopter.

"Oh!"

The helicopter was less than fifty meters high and was within the range of 69 rockets.

The Flying Tigers used modified civilian helicopters without any military equipment and only provided reconnaissance and transportation functions.

The driver, wearing headphones, barely had time to react when he saw the bullet coming at him, so close that he screamed in fear, "RPG!"

boom!
The next moment, the glass shattered, flames exploded, and the huge impact force tore the helicopter apart, shrapnel flew everywhere, and only a fireball remained in the air.

The broken fragments fell like rain, and the burning fuselage fell rapidly like a bird hit by an arrow and hit the ground.

The Flying Tigers looked up one after another, faces filled with shock. The screams of their colleagues in the earphones and the falling fireballs in their sight all shocked their nerves.

The ground beneath my feet was shaking slightly.

Is this still in Hong Kong?
Lian Zhijie, the commander-in-chief, was so frightened that his face turned pale and he kept shouting: "RPG, all units, please pay attention, the criminal has an RPG."

"Stop the attack, stop the attack, call for military assistance, call for military assistance!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

Each Flying Tiger team immediately slowed down their pace, held their positions, stopped charging, and changed their weapons from MP5 to M16. Deputy Commander Chen Keli took out a communicator and requested military assistance from headquarters.

The more you understand the military, the more you realize that in modern warfare, all tactics are based on equipment and firepower. When military equipment is out of date, it cannot be compensated by the quality of individual soldiers.

The firepower of RPG is enough to crush the Flying Tigers and turn the tide of the battle, thus having a generational effect.

The Flying Tigers, which have always been famous for their urban warfare and special tactics, do not have heavy firepower at all, and all the tactical arrangements in the early stages, no matter how sophisticated, will be useless.

Multiple majors.

They were all destroyed and torn into pieces by a round of RPG fire.

Curry Horse was already in despair, but the RPG perked him up. He opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "It exploded!" Immediately, a foul smell arose in his chest, and a murderous intent rushed into his mind.

There is RPG, there is firepower, fight!

This is Lao Zhong's only advantage. In the end, it all comes down to who has stronger firepower. Instead of letting the ammunition on the dock be seized by the foreigners, it is better to put it to good use and throw it into the battlefield.

Curry Ma made a prompt decision and shouted, "Grab your weapons, pick the tough ones, and fight the police to the death."

"RPG!"

"Don't use guns, use rockets instead, damn, let's fight the ghosts."

The courage of the loyal brothers was reignited by that RPG. Amid the exchange of fire, the brothers began to retreat to the containers, gradually replacing their guns with artillery shells.

The bus guy was wearing flip-flops and holding an RPG launcher with the Koran engraved on the outside of the barrel, which roughly meant "May Allah bless you and fight for your Lord."

"Second Master, bless me!"

The bus driver roared and pressed the firing button. A shell rushed out and blew up the container in front. A Flying Tigers team was hiding behind the container, firing from time to time and exchanging gunfire with the criminals.

Suddenly, shells came down and flames flew everywhere. There was no need to aim the gun, just one RPG shot could solve the problem.

Three water police ships and more than twenty speedboats appeared on the water with flashing lights, and fireworks were seen blooming on the container terminal.

Huge explosions sounded one after another.

The flying tiger fell, wailing continuously.

Senior Superintendent Wen Songlin of the Marine Police District was already sweating profusely before he even approached the pier. He took the intercom and ordered, "Stop approaching Tsuen Wan Pier! Stop approaching Tsuen Wan Pier!"

"receive."

"receive."

The greatest firepower of the water police vessels is the heavy machine gun, and they have no defensive armor. Whether the machine gun can shoot at the criminals on the dock is one thing.

The RPG on the dock is definitely enough to take away the police boat.

Wen Songlin did not dare to join the battle at all and ordered the ships to retreat. Several rockets were fired from the shore, landing in the water and causing huge waves.

Curry Horse looked at the docks with flames and smoke everywhere, and laughed wildly, saying madly, "Okay, okay, don't live anymore."

"Don't even think about living!!!"

Governor's Palace.

Yoder threw the report on the table and cursed loudly: "FUCK, why did asking May Henry to negotiate make the situation worse?"

"Immediately order the police force to disband. The Hong Kong government can agree to all five conditions."

The secretary immediately replied, "Yes."

After learning that Zhongyi Hall possessed heavy firepower weapons and successfully repelled the offensive of the Flying Tigers, Mei Henry realized that the second battlefield had failed, the situation was hopeless, and he had no choice but to surrender.

After repeated defeats, the country decisively gave up the British financial consortium and was able to hold on to power for more than ten years, slowly infiltrating and making long-term arrangements.

If the situation worsens further, we will lose our future and it may even be assessed by the international community as a war, damaging our country’s international prestige.

If it is suspended now, it can be covered up by internal unrest and public security incidents.

Yu Shaoze boarded the command vehicle and stood at attention and saluted in the deadly atmosphere of the foreign leaders, who looked like they had been tortured: "Sir, the villagers have made new demands!

May Henry narrowed his eyes slightly, expecting something: "You speak first."

Yu Shaoze put down his right hand and said in a serious tone: "The villagers demanded that the Heung Yee Kuk be strengthened, more seats be added, the Home Affairs Department be abolished and merged into the New Territories Town Office."

Mei Henry, Li Lefu, Xiao Ke and others looked at each other and understood that the Heung Yee Kuk wanted to take this opportunity to strengthen its power. If the Municipal Affairs Bureau was really put on the agenda, the New Territories would not only be semi-autonomous, but fully enjoy all autonomy except for law and diplomacy.

By adding seats, they strengthened their electoral advantage in the Urban Services Department and spread the battle to Kowloon and Hong Kong Island, further competing with the authorities for political power.

Mei Henry did not dare to agree without authorization, and asked Yu Shaoze to wait. After reporting to the Governor's Office and obtaining approval, he sighed and said, "Go and tell them that the Governor has agreed."

Yu Shaoze saluted again: "Yes, sir!"

Zhuo Youquan and Yu Shaoze arrived at the front line again, just in time to see two loyal gunmen, holding AKs, standing on the roof of a residential building, shooting down.

The three half-dead uniformed soldiers were shot to pieces and fell to the ground. This demonstration-like execution greatly dampened the morale of the police force.

The two men had dim eyes, secretly dissatisfied with Lao Zhong's cruelty, but they both understood that Lao Zhong was just finishing him off.

Yin Zhaotang sat in the Rolls-Royce, smoking cigars with Niu Qiang, Zuoshou and Danta. From beginning to end, no one got out of the car to avoid being photographed by illegal journalists and making headlines in newspapers the next day.

Yu Shaoze, wearing a suit, came to the car door, threw away his cigarette butt, and said, "Mr. Yin, the foreigners have agreed to all your conditions, tell the brothers to stop."

Yin Zhaotang looked contemptuous and said, "Under the pretext of negotiation, they are doing something shady behind the scenes. These devils are really brave! They promised to abolish the Civil Affairs Bureau, but why do they still keep it?"

"Ah Hao, burn it!"

Jiang Hao sneered repeatedly, clasped his fists and accepted the order: "Yes, boss."

Yu Shaoze's face changed drastically, his skin flushed red, and he shouted excitedly: "Shenxiantang, there are still people in the Civil Affairs Bureau!"

Yin Zhaotang suddenly stood up, rushed to the car door, kicked Yu Shaoze over, pointed his cigar at him, and cursed loudly: "Pick that star, how many brothers of mine died at the dock, if I don't make the foreigners pay for their lives, I don't deserve to be the boss!"

"Lao Zhong is not like you. He has no backbone at all. He only dares to point the gun at his compatriots and dares not to shoot at the foreigners!"

"There are guns but no eggs, there are roots but no seeds."

Zhang Gaoming, Wu Jingfeng, Jiang Hao, Sha Hui, and other brothers, holding beer bottles, threw them at the Civil Affairs Bureau. One after another, they hit the wall of the bureau, igniting a fire and thick smoke.

Thousands of villagers shouted slogans and were outraged. In the fire, the Commonwealth flag turned into ashes and slowly fell to the ground.

"Get lost, you ghost!"

"Get out of the New Territory!"

No matter whether they were soldiers or bandits, black or white, Chinese or foreigners, everyone present was looking towards the Civil Affairs Bureau, which was burning with raging flames and billowing thick smoke.

That night, the darkness was as bright as day, illuminating Yuen Long. Countless eyewitnesses felt as if some stamps in their minds were shattered and their thoughts broke free from the shackles. The pride that was embedded in the blood of the nation once again rushed to their hearts, awakening their self-esteem.

Although the foreigners tried their best to downplay the impact and whitewash the situation, attributing the exchange of fire at Tsuen Wan Pier to "gas leak and accidental explosion", thousands of police officers were mobilized that night, fighting lasted all night, and thousands of gangsters participated, which could not be concealed at all.

There will also be follow-up impacts in the political and business circles.

All Hong Kong citizens knew the inside story and could not help but put the Yuen Long Incident on a par with the 1967 Incident, privately calling it the "Gui Hai Incident."

This incident marked the victory of the Chinese in Hong Kong Island in the violent struggle, and they were officially qualified to compete for power with the British Hong Kong authorities in all areas.

It is one of the famous historical events in Hong Kong Island, and its influence has been fermenting over time, spreading to the Hongmen around the world, and was finally included in the "Hong History" by the San Francisco Headquarters.

(End of this chapter)