In the early hours of the morning, Tuen Mun Pier was quiet, and there were no fingers visible on the dark sea.

A fishing boat slowly floated over, and with a slight shock to the hull, it landed.

Two figures stood on the deck and glanced around the docks, jumped onto the shore vigorously, and whistled.

The door to the cabin was pushed open, and a steady stream of figures stepped out of the boat, carrying large and heavy backpacks.

There was a metal crash from the backpack, revealing the barrel of a gun in the unsecured zipper.

These people were all dark-skinned, with a fierce aura on their expressions, and looked around vigilantly.

The number of people on the dock gradually increased, and there were about a dozen people, and the leader made a gesture, said a few words, and prepared to leave here.

"Whoosh!"

A black rocket trailed a long tail flame like a meteor through the night and crashed into the dock.

"Boom"

The flames of the explosion flashed, and shrapnel flew sideways.

"Dadada!"

The originally silent surroundings suddenly boiled, and countless tongues of fire appeared in the dark night in all directions, sweeping over the docks and fishing boats like a whip.

The splashing bullets splattered clouds of blood and easily pierced the hull of the fishing boat's wood and steel, leaving a series of huge bullet holes in the debris.

The gunman who was attacked reacted very quickly, fell to the ground immediately, and quickly took out the gun from his backpack and counterattacked around.

Pistols and automatic rifles erupted in bursts of roars, interspersed with the explosion of grenades.

The intense fire lasted for a short time, and the ambushed side seemed to have no intention of fighting, and then stopped firing after opening fire.

Soon the gunners, who were in ambush, also noticed that something was wrong and stopped shooting.

The dock was calm again, leaving only blood and scattered bullet casings on the ground.

……

"May God bless you, Amen."

A blonde priest with glasses made a cross on his chest, smiled goodbye to the shopkeeper, and walked to another shop with a Bible in hand.

The pastor was very humorous and fluent in Cantonese, and chatted with the shopkeeper for a long time before waving goodbye.

As soon as he walked out of the store, a man staggered by, leaned over, and bumped into the priest.

The priest spread his hands as if trying to hold the man who had fallen.

The fallen passer-by had a sinister smile on his face, clenched the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it into the priest's liver.

The priest tilted his body and flashed to the right side of the passerby, and put his hands directly around the other person's neck, and the wooden cross he was holding in his hand stabbed him into the throat.

The passer-by shuddered and fell to the ground limply, blood gushing out of his neck.

The priest looked up and saw two unkind-looking men staring at him, striding toward him as they put their hands in their arms.

"Waterfack!"

The priest cursed, took two steps back, and glanced around, spotting several suspicious people.

“stop！” The priest spread his hands, and two grenades slipped from the cuffs to the palms of his hands.

The killer who was originally going to surround him suddenly stopped in fright and didn't dare to step forward again.

"Ding!"

The ring was dropped to the ground, and the priest sneered, pinching the grenade and slowly retreating towards the side alley.

Several killers in the distance were intimidated by the power of the grenade, and watched as the priest slowly walked into the alley step by step.

"A bunch of rubbish!" Wang Jianjun, who was standing in the distance, took a sip and walked into another alley.

As soon as the priest's figure turned the corner, he raised his hand to throw the grenade out.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, it was Wang Jianjun, who had just disappeared, and pulled the trigger on his head.

The priest's smile froze on his face, and his grip on the grenade let go, and he fell straight to the ground.

Looking at the grenade that fell to the ground, Wang Jianjun was quick with his hand, kicked at the corpse that had not yet landed, and accurately pressed on the grenade.

After a muffled thud, the corpse absorbed most of the blast's power and became unrecognizable.

After the gunshots and explosions, frightened passers-by fled in all directions.

……

A white man in a black suit walked out of the airport, reached out and stopped a red taxi, opened the back door and sat in.

"Regent Hotel."

As soon as the white man said the address, he was greeted by the muzzle of a muffler-equipped gun.

"Poof!"

……

"Boom!"

An explosion rang out from the bustling commercial street, and billowing smoke enveloped a café.

A bloodied man stumbled out of the broken shop, and several men in denim jackets rushed at him with red eyes.

"Bang bang bang!"

The wounded man preemptively fired, knocking a denim jacket to the ground.

The others rushed forward without hesitation, crushing the wounded to the ground, brandishing daggers and stabbing them indiscriminately.

When the belated assault vehicle arrived, only two corpses of flesh and blood were left on the ground and passers-by who had been injured by the explosion.

……

Countless reporters and a large number of angry citizens surrounded the entrance of the police station, and there were waves of protest.

As the head of the O Ji A team, Zhang Wenyao and the police officers of the Public Relations Division stood up hard.

As soon as he appeared, the dense microphone hit his face.

"May I ask the police officer, what do the Hong Kong Island police think in the face of frequent shootings and violent incidents?"

"Taxpayers spend so much money every year, how do you maintain law and order."

"The shooting in the afternoon was only one street away from the police station, why did you go to the police for 10 minutes?"

"How the hell do you do things? You guys are wasting taxpayers' money! ”

"I can't help but think deeply, how can the law and order on Hong Kong Island become like this now, this must be a problem of the system......

"What are the police station's countermeasures, and how to ensure the safety of the market!"

"Ah sir, you have something to say, now that it's like this, we don't dare to go to the street to collect protection money, I don't know when a bullet will come out, and it will kill people!"

A cold sweat broke out on Zhang Wenyao's forehead, and he couldn't help but be a little panicked, and at the same time a little angry.

You ask me, I ask who is going

Hong Kong Island was originally fine, except for the gold robbery shops that grabbed the cash trucks, blew up a banknote printing factory, and cut a few people on the street.

But recently, the number of murders has increased dramatically, and even the old boy has used AK in the fight, and Zhang Wenyao has a big head.

But it's still a minor problem, at least most of it happens at night.

Well, now it's okay to start doing it on the streets in broad daylight.

Zhang Wenyao looked at the TV camera with his mouth open, "Uh, this...... The police are seriously concerned about the recent ...... We must step up our efforts...... But what...... We still have a backlog of eucalyptus parts. ”

"Citizens and friends of the media." A person from the Public Relations Division took over the topic, "The police are also shocked by the recent frequent violent incidents, and feel very sad for the innocent injured citizens. “

"We are not shirking responsibility, we are not complaining, but we are stating a fact."

"Since two months ago, the budget of the police force has been cut by 50%, and the rest of the money can only barely maintain operations, and the fuel for assault vehicles is not enough, and only one-third of what it used to be able to deploy is enough."

"Police officers now have to rely on bicycles to get to the scene, and 20 percent of police cars are damaged and have to be parked in garages due to lack of funds for repairs."

"The police force is also running out of firearms and ammunition, and each police officer's revolver used to be equipped with 12 rounds of ammunition, but now it can only be equipped with 6 rounds, and we have even stopped target training."

"And that's just the tip of the iceberg, and that's not all...... Even so, the police officers still have to be on the front line, and even with our bare hands, we have to maintain law and order on Hong Kong Island, even if we walk on our legs, we also have to serve the public. ”

"Please give some tolerance and understanding to the Force, thank you."

After the people from the Public Relations Section finished speaking, there was an uproar among those present.

Has the police force become like this?

And what about the funding?

What about the budget?

Where is all the money we pay for taxes?

Why cut the Force's budget?

"We're going to ask the Governor for clarification!"

Someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted, and then more and more people responded, and everyone also reacted.

Yes, I should ask the Governor about this.

Soon the crowd dispersed from the police gate and moved to the Governor's Palace.

However, the angry citizens were deflated at the gate of the Governor's Palace, which was closed, and the guards loaded their guns and warned the citizens loudly to get out.

Not to mention that someone came out to explain, there was no one who even came out to speak from beginning to end.

What's even more exciting is that in the evening, the news on the TV station is calm, and it seems that nothing has happened.

Even the newspaper could only secretly drag the police out for criticism, accusing Sang of scolding Huai.

The commissioner who started it didn't even watch the newspaper, he didn't even watch TV.

It's the police force who is scolding, what does it have to do with my commissioner?

Someone making trouble?

What are you doing to eat, Commissioner of Police, don't send someone to suppress it, what about your mother's tear gas, hurry up and use it.

To put it bluntly, it's none of my business whether a group of second-class citizens from overseas territories live or die.

He only cares about money, why don't you pay for bonds.

……

"It's not going to work." Qin Yi put down the newspaper, shook his head and said, "It doesn't work to shoot people on the street every day, and the ghost doesn't even bother to look at it." ”

Shar Pei frowned, touched his chin and said, "Isn't there enough movement?" ”

"If the stick didn't hit me, I naturally didn't know it hurt." Qin Yi shook his head, "No matter how big the movement is, it's useless, it's innocent citizens who are injured, you see when the ghost old man treats people as human beings." ”

"Indeed." Everyone nodded their heads together.

After all, there is a tradition of belting, and he has always been not a man in terms of not being a man.

"Since an all-out attack is not advisable, then change the focus to attack." Qin Yi snapped his fingers, "Let's go, go and meet the elders of the killer line, I'm afraid that Fu Kun won't be able to deal with it." ”

At this time, Fu Kun looked at the group of industry elders in front of him with a little headache, and they didn't leave their hands one by one.

This group of old guys, when they have a advantage, they will burn faster than anyone else when they want to gnaw bones.

"Fu Kun, our gunmen have recently killed three ghost elders and broken five brothers." Scar Wei said in a deep voice, "Killing ghosts is always for the sake of the Tao, I don't want any bonus, but the brothers' settlement and funeral expenses, you can't let me go alone." ”

"That's it, Fu Kun, let's talk about it, this matter was provoked by the elder of your family, we didn't coax it, we fought with the ghost elder with the guy, and the brothers fought to the death." Turkey stood up, "But the brothers also suffered heavy casualties, and you see I was shot." I don't have anything myself, but what if the brothers have a family and a mouth, and they are injured and disabled? ”

"I have more than a dozen brothers in my hands, and I haven't started work for several days, and if I kill seven, I will mix 700,000, which is too little." Fat Lao Su said with some dissatisfaction, "The brothers also want to eat, you can't just keep spending it with the ghost elder, those ghost elders are coming to Hong Kong Island in a steady stream, when will it be a head if it goes on like this." ”

Fu Kun had a gloomy face, "A few elders, according to what you say, let's just surrender, let them take the 300 million US dollars, and in the future, we will all change careers, and the business on Hong Kong Island will be done for the ghost elders." ”

"What are you talking about, when did we say we were going to surrender!" Scar Wei slapped the table fiercely, "They have a lot of guns, what are we going to fight!" I heard that there are not only ghost elders, but also Annan people, Baodao people, and Dongying little devils, and several of them fight for our family! Do you spell, do you spell? ”

"If you're afraid, say you're afraid, why do you say so much?" Fu Kun sneered and mocked.

"Hey, you street boy, what are you talking about?" Scar Wei was suddenly furious, "When Lao Tzu came out to mingle, you were still wearing open crotch pants, and you have only been an old man for a few days, so you feel that you are so embarrassed, you have the ability to do it yourself." ”

"Just do it, the ghosts you killed don't add up to as much as our family, what are you dragging, a bunch of waste." Fu Kun smacked hard, "You guys just don't mess around, just wash your hands and surrender." ”

"Lose your mother......"

Seeing that the guns were drawn on both sides, there was a tendency to do it if they didn't agree.

Fat Lao Su hurriedly came out to play a round, "Don't be angry, don't be angry!" ”

"Fu Kun is a junior, don't quarrel with everyone." The fat old Su pulled the two of them, "Scar, you sit down, don't have infighting among your own people." ”

"Fu Kun, we don't want to surrender, it's just that those ghosts are all crossing the river Menglong, hard fighting is not the best policy, we should think long-term, temporarily avoid the edge, everyone hide for a while, and then we will come out when they are gone."

Fu Kun looked at Fat Lao Su coldly, "Let's go?" When are they leaving? Can you guarantee that they will not stay on Hong Kong Island for food? ”

"Fat Lao Su, your head is blocked by pork?" Fu Kun said sharply, "They are international killers, what are international killers, they won't work in one place, what if they want to swallow Hong Kong Island?" ”

Fu Kun's words were loud and sound, and they pierced the illusion in everyone's hearts.

There was an awkward silence in the room, and they didn't know it.

But they still have the illusion that those people will leave when they get the money, right?

They didn't think, or didn't dare to think, what if these international killers didn't leave?

These people are followed by a group of gunmen, it is impossible to wash their hands in a golden basin, and the money has not been enough.

"We didn't say we wouldn't fight." Turkey said loudly, "It's really the brothers who have a problem, a large group of people to raise, 100,000 yuan is too little, can you add more?" ”

Fu Kun smiled angrily, and it was still a matter of money.

"100,000 is already a lot, and this money is paid by our boss himself." Fu Kun looked at these people coldly, "Our eldest is the money for the brothers of the entire Hong Kong Island, and no one can say anything if he can't get a penny." ”

"Now that the money is less, you can not do it if you are too little!"

The crowd was silent, staring at each other, not knowing what thoughts were turning in their hearts.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a dashing figure stepped in.

"Who thinks about the lack of money?"