Hong Kong Island, Lantau District, Tong Temple Village.

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At night, the fishing boats return with a full load.

Tong Miao Village is a small fishing village in Lantau District, close to the coastline, where villagers have jointly built an improvised boat harbour.

Because of the shallow draft, the port still belongs to Tangmiao Village, so the coast guard patrol boats generally do not come, and they cannot enter when they come.

All these reasons have combined to make the small fishing village a paradise for smuggling.

Even Lin Yao's household appliances went to sea from here, going north around Shenzhen Bay to the inland.

"Be careful, don't be careless."

"Hey, you guys, I don't know what's inside!"

Dasha stood on the dock and instructed his men to carry weapons onto the wagon.

Not far away was a Mercedes Benz.

Lin Yao sat in the car smoking a cigar, and with each deep breath, there would be an extra red light in the darkness.

Two hundred short guns, fifty long guns, enough to arm a company.

At its peak, the firepower of Tazhai was similar to this, and hundreds of gunners were pulled out casually, not to mention that compared with multinational groups, other dark forces in the region were no worse.

"Don't keep the long guns, they will be issued to the pistol team, and half of the short guns will be left in the main hall, and they will be distributed to the hall masters."

"Tell them they can have guns, but they can't use them indiscriminately, just bring a few for self-defense, and lock the rest in the safe."

"Don't be silent about this batch of weapons, we are prepared and take precautions."

"If anyone messes around with me with a firearm, don't blame my family law for being ruthless."

Lin Yao said indifferently.

He doesn't want the guy to be used indiscriminately after he posts it, increasing the company's exposure.

In his opinion, relying on firearms to do things sharply is the way to die.

This is Hong Kong Island, not Italy.

Hong Kong Island has the rules of Hong Kong Island, and the rules are that the old boy is fighting for territory with a watermelon knife, not a hot weapon.

If anyone is not long-hearted, the royal sir will not be able to clean you up, and the post-97 generation will be driven out.

Doesn't that sound contradictory?

Actually, there is no contradiction at all.

Just like mushroom bombs, you can do without, but you can't do without.

In addition, it is only not used when fighting for territory, and some special circumstances can still be made exceptions.

"Brother Yao, the goods are loaded into the car, and you can leave at any time."

Half an hour later, the headlights of the van turned on, and Dasha also led his men to Lin Yao's side.

Lin Yao nodded slightly and motioned for Dasha to get into the car.

Dasha hesitated a little, and whispered: "Brother Yao, I'll just follow, you better not go." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Yao waved his hand disappreciatively.

Seeing this, Dasha didn't say much, pulled the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat, and didn't forget to wave his hand to the truck behind him.

Buzz...

A Mercedes in front, a van in the back, and a van in the back.

The three cars lined up and drove towards the outside of the small fishing village.

When the convoy slowed down when it was about to leave the village, Dasha rolled down the window and threw a black plastic bag to the young man guarding the village.

The young men picked up the black plastic bag.

When I opened it, there were bundles of thousand-yuan bills, and there were several of them when I counted them, and they were all smiling happily.

"Hurry up, get out of the way."

Several road guards were busy for a while, pushing away the scrapped car parked in the middle of the road.

They are all young and strong people in Tangmiao Village, all the way outward, there are several such checkpoints, which are specially used to release wind and block strips.

Don't look at them as they don't belong to any company, in fact, no one in the rivers and lakes dares to provoke them.

If you provoke one, you will provoke a group, the smuggling dock in Tangmiao Village is the industry of the village collective, and if people dare to come out to eat this bowl of rice, they are not afraid that you will dare to make trouble.

The convoy left Tangmiao Village and headed for Hong Kong and Kowloon along South Lantau Road.

When passing through the Hong Kong and Kowloon Tunnel, a broken down white car was parked on the side of the road from a distance, and the mounted police guarding the tunnel entrance were discussing something with the driver.

The convoy passed slowly, and the mounted police, who were being pulled by the driver, did not react.

Lin Yao watched all this through the car window, and the moment the two sides passed shoulders, the driver smiled at Lin Yao who was sitting in the car.

Lin Yao was expressionless, the whole journey from Tangmiao Village to Mong Kok was 130 kilometers, and there were three cordons along the way.

The mounted police of the Hong Kong and Kowloon Tunnel are just one of them, and their company has already made a plan on how to deal with them.

Cross the Hong Kong-Kowloon Tunnel and enter Sham Shui Po District.

Sham Shui Po is located just north of Yau Tsim Mong District, a stone's throw from Yau Tsim Mong District, but it is one of the poorest areas on Hong Kong Island and synonymous with the slums on Hong Kong Island.

After getting out of the tunnel, the convoy chose to take the roadway in the public housing estate.

The lanes are very narrow, and the people living in the public rental houses are the low-level people on Hong Kong Island, and at a glance, there are five or six-storey tube buildings on both sides of the road.

It was evening, and there were a lot of people coming out to set up stalls, and there were also a lot of pedestrians on the streets.

Two patrol officers in green uniforms roamed the streets, stinky boots, big caps, point 38, small handcuffs, these four magic weapons are their standard.

Sham Shui Po is a slum and PRH estates are slums within slums.

The status of the patrol officers who were sent here can be imagined, they are simply here to mix salaries, walking aimlessly on the streets, occasionally grabbing two strings of fish balls from roadside food stalls to eat, leisurely walking as if they were walking in their own garden.

Seeing the Mercedes-Benz coming from afar, the two patrol officers looked at them with envy.

Not only did he not step forward to stop him, but he scolded and shouted: "The car is coming, the car is coming, quickly put the dining car back, you group of two or five boys, crash your stall, people will pull you to lawsuit, can you afford to hire a lawyer." ”

Because of the large number of people, the convoy went very slowly.

When passing in front of the two patrol officers, Lin Yao didn't forget to poke his head out and smile at the two: "You two have worked hard, why is this street so messy?" ”

"The public housing area is unreasonable, and now there are more people, of course, it will be chaotic."

So said one man.

"Big guy, what are you doing, the truck behind is also with you?"

The other spoke.

"It seems, it seems, the factory equipment transported from the outside, I wanted to copy the shortcut, but I didn't expect this road to be so blocked."

Lin Yao took out two cigars, raised his hand and handed them out: "Eat a cigarette!" ”

"Thanks, thanks."

The two of them took the cigar with a smile and shouted harder: "Get out of the way, don't you see a car coming, Mercedes-Benz, have you seen it?" ”

What is the difference between that look of a childless and the wealthy eagle dogs in the old society and the helpers of large families.

Mr. Lu Xun is right: when you wear a suit and leather shoes, in the eyes of the poor, everything you do seems to be right.

Mr. Lu Xun also said: The so-called public officials are just pawns in the hands of the powerful.

can think about it from another perspective, if Lin Yao was sitting in a classic car with no horns, no lights, and similar paint, would the two officials still do their best?

The answer is no.

Waving his hand, Lin Yao said goodbye to the two errands.

Looking at the taillights of the car, the two were still muttering: "The quality of rich people is high, such a good cigar will be given to us if it is given to us." ”

Another said, "It would be nice when we had money too." ”

"If you have money, I don't want to think about it."

"Let's think about it, I've heard that the Jockey Club has a new good horse, and it will definitely be an instant hit when the race starts tonight."

"Really?"

"Don't you believe it, I've already studied it, and I'll win it, if you can trust it, I'll take five hundred yuan out, and if you win, I'll take you to find two Annan girls to open a store."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

With a lewd smile, the convoy drove out of Sham Shui Po and headed straight for Yau Tsim Mong.

Yau Tsim Mong District is a bustling area and the last of the three lines of defense after leaving Tangmiao Village.

At the entrance of Yau Tsim Mong Avenue, a submachine truck is parked all year round, plus a five-member inspection team, which randomly checks passing vehicles.

Today, however, the Chagang team was not there, because there was a traffic accident not far away, and a van collided with a truck pulling loquats, and the loquat on the truck spilled all over the ground.

Several sirs were trying to pull away from the two drivers who were fighting together, and they didn't have time to spot check passing vehicles.

Among them, a greedy Sir was still pretending to squat on the ground, busy stuffing loquat into his pocket, ignoring the convoy coming from behind.

"Brother Yao, it's passed."

The knife boy who was driving looked in the rearview mirror.

Lin Yao nodded silently, a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Go home!" ”

At the sound of an order, the convoy drove into Yau Tsim Mong District.

It happened that at this time, the street lights were lit up in Yau Tsim Mong District.

The future is bright.