Cheung Tze-keung's planned kidnapping was likely to take place on a night of revelry, which would also be the night before his trial.
He was determined to fight with his back against the wall, return with a full load, and leave Hong Kong behind only as a legend.
But Wang Baodao, persistent as a groundhog, eventually triggered the switch for the event.
Forced into a corner, Cheung Tze-keung had no choice but to act ahead of schedule.
The three remaining men from the last mission were all at his house, including his most loyal second-in-command, Amin.
They were brothers who had been through thick and thin together. After watching him finish making the emergency call, Ah Ming said, "Brother Qiang, I'll impersonate you and get into the ambulance to cover you. You escape from the backyard, fight your way out, and get away first."
Another said, "Yes, as long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. Go away and hide for two years, then come back to save the brothers."
Although the discovery of the second exit put them in a very passive position.
But the police defenses were like a wooden fence, almost non-existent.
If we're talking about escaping, Cheung Tze-keung could have easily escaped by carrying an AK and scaling a wall.
In two more years, he can train a group of subordinates and make a comeback.
However, none of Cheung Tze-keung's men had the foresight to see things clearly. They didn't realize that it was already 1995, and that a large number of troops stationed in Hong Kong would arrive in June of the following year to begin preparations for the handover. By then, there would be no more opportunities.
Once they return, trying to rob again would be a joke.
In other words, Cheung Tze-keung didn't have much time left to make a fortune.
He was a hero of heaven and earth, a true man of honor. He would rather die standing than live kneeling. His mission in this life was to act on behalf of heaven by robbing the super-rich and to use his own hands to send his two sons into the ranks of the super-rich.
This was his last chance; he had to get the money.
More and more curious citizens flocked outside, setting off fireworks, singing and dancing, and some even clapping and chanting his name to the beat. The police officers maintaining order shouted themselves hoarse, but to no avail.
He was a bandit, but a bandit beloved by the poor of Kowloon.
He also had to rob the Nie family, because of the female bodyguard and because of Nie Zhao; they all needed him to teach them a lesson.
As Cheung Tze-keung strapped detonators to his body, he said to his men, "Of course, I'll lead the charge."
Then he punched them in the chest: "As the old saying goes, 'Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?' If others can become billionaires, why can't we? We don't want to sell fish balls, we don't want to kill rotten fish and shrimp, we want to make big money!"
Several brothers, inspired by him, raised their AKs and shouted, "We're going to make a lot of money!"
Cheung Tze-keung raised his fist again: "Even if we die, we'll die a glorious death, and besides, we've been prepared for this!"
His brainwashing-like persuasive power was unmatched; several brothers raised their fists and shouted, "Kill!"
Although the AKs hidden on the other side were lost, Zhang Ziqiang still had a batch in his own well. Because his men had accidentally discharged the weapon, they had to do an emergency check of the weapons. At the same time, Zhang Ziqiang also had to call Guo Xiaobai and Yu Guangxu.
Although the mission was brought forward, their plan remained unchanged: to rob the Nie family.
Success brings fame and fortune, failure brings death by a hail of bullets.
Cheung Tze-keung's last phone call was to his wife, who had gone to Macau to be with their children before the holiday: "Wife, I love you."
The sirens of ambulances could be heard, getting closer and closer, and the shouts from the people outside were getting louder and louder.
The men were a little surprised: "They actually called an ambulance?"
Cheung Tze-keung gestured for his men to take cover, and said with a smile, "A bunch of spineless cowards, I'm their retribution!"
If it weren't for the Hong Kong police officers wanting to demonstrate democracy and human rights to their white masters, Cheung Tze-keung wouldn't have been able to call an ambulance. But this place, overflowing with oil and money, needs people like Cheung Tze-keung to govern it.
This is called fighting violence with violence, and evil with evil.
We must use the strongest bones of the Chinese men to cure the spineless lackeys!
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The newly appointed Kowloon Police Sergeant, Zhao Sir, was already outside the door calling out to Cheung Tze-keung, announcing the preparations he should make before entering and how he should cooperate with the medical staff. All Cheung Tze-keung needed to do was answer with "agree."
Of course, according to the police's previous search, even the kitchen knife in the house was locked up, and the fruit knife was the smallest size, so it was impossible for anyone to be injured.
It's Christmas time, and he's a major suspect with global influence. All the help the police are giving him today will likely get him a spot in tomorrow's Christmas special edition of Western media.
A page that gets Western media to unanimously praise the Hong Kong police, saying they uphold democracy and human rights.
However, if nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is about to happen!
...
Song Yuanchao and his group's motorcycles were urgently delivered by Nie's security personnel; they were all Harley-Davidsons.
Amidst the bright lights, the vehicles entered the undersea tunnel one after another, heading towards Yau Ma Tei.
Chen Ke and Wang Baodao, along with several others carrying AKs, were pushing their way through the surging crowd toward the scene of the incident.
But they attracted even more people, who flocked to the crime scene like a tidal wave.
The public restrooms in Yau Ma Tei were packed with people tonight, but most people just relieved themselves on the spot. Some of the people who came to urinate saw two policemen in green uniforms helping an old lady out of a building. The old lady was crying and shouting for Ah Ming. She got angry and pushed the policemen, saying, "Damn it, are the police bullying an old lady?"
Ji Xiaofeng shoved someone, shouting, "It's going to explode! Run!"
Yue Zhongqi was also yelling, "It's going to explode, damn it! Run, run!"
Before they could finish speaking, a loud bang shook the earth, startling a group of people urinating outside so much that their urine stream was cut off.
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