The fishing boat shot into the dark night like an arrow, its engine roaring as it carved a white trail across the sea and sped away into the darkness.
On the sea, the sounds of sirens, engines, and waves crashing against the hull mingled together.
Aunt Shu, hiding in a simple room on the shore, had a gloomy look in her shrewd eyes.
"Damn cops! They actually set up this trap! My reputation was almost ruined here!"
Aunt Shu was communicating with the outside world using a telegraph machine when she suddenly sensed something was wrong at the dock—it was too quiet.
Looking up through the window, I was surprised to see that the entire pier was filled with Hong Kong police officers.
"Notify the other ships! Have them provide cover for the Fortune Star! Even if it costs them their lives, get that old bastard Chashenlou out of here!"
She shouted at a tall Indian man beside her, her tone ruthless and unyielding.
"If that loser can't be sent out, you can forget about getting immigration status!"
"Yes!" the other party hurriedly replied in Cantonese, then turned around and immediately went out to send a signal.
"Bang!" The signal flare went off instantly, the crimson flames illuminating the sky and startling the police officers at the dock.
The next moment—
"Da da da..."
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night.
At the dock, more than a dozen fishing boats also started their engines and shot off like arrows, chasing after the Fuxing.
Gunfire erupted on the dock—
On some of the boats, the thugs or assassins disguised as fishermen pulled out their weapons and fired wildly at the police on the shore.
The once calm sea surface instantly turned into a chaotic battlefield.
The real fishing boat owners were so frightened that they all hid in their cabins, trembling with fear.
Aunt Shu glanced at the port where gunfire was raging not far away, a ruthless glint in her eyes, before quickly changing into a set of tattered clothes.
"Let's go! We can't stay here any longer!"
She disguised herself as an ordinary old woman and quietly left through a secret passage with a few trusted confidants.
On the dock, gunshots, shouts of killing, and the roar of ship engines mingled together, and the entire sea surface seemed to explode, with flames shooting into the sky.
"Damn it! What's on the boat? These bastards are insane! Their firepower is so strong, where did they get military weapons from?!"
A young Hong Kong policeman couldn't help but curse as he dodged incoming bullets and frantically changed magazines.
Having served in the police force for several years, I've faced gang shootouts more than once or twice, but I've never seen this level of firepower!
Rong Zhaonan was dressed in a hood and helmet, and was holding a submachine gun, just like the Hong Kong government's Flying Tigers.
He stood on the shore, picked up his binoculars, and observed the chaotic scene and the fleeing Fortune.
A chill flashed in his eyes as he calmly gave the order in English—
"Notify the marine police that the 'Lucky Star' is fleeing with dangerous individuals. Intercept it immediately! Also, notify the Flying Tigers to take off by helicopter immediately!"
"Yes, sir!" Several responses came through the walkie-talkie.
The Hong Kong government's Flying Tigers, officially known as the Special Duties Unit (SDU), was established on July 23, 1974.
This disciplined force belongs to the Police Tactical Unit Headquarters of the Operations Department of the Hong Kong Police Force. It is also the first special police force in Asia and one of the very few in the world that is amphibious, land, and air-based.
Soon, two Flying Tigers helicopters roared in, their rotors churning the night sky and kicking up dust from the ground.
Rong Zhaonan and his team members boarded the helicopter nimbly before it even came to a complete stop.
"All team members, listen up! Target: Fortune Star! Force the enemy ship to stop, damage is acceptable, but do not kill the target, Chashen Tower!"
Rong Zhaonan's cold, sharp voice rang out from the communicator.
"Yes!" the team members responded in unison, their tone filled with a chilling intensity.
The two helicopters quickly changed course and chased after the "Lucky Star" in the direction it had fled.
The propellers ripped through the night sky with a deafening roar, casting two huge shadows on the sea, like eagles hunting in the darkness.
Ning Yuan stood in a private box on the third floor of the Treasure Pavilion, tightly gripping binoculars, watching Rong Zhaonan and his group's helicopter disappear into the distance.
It was a winter night in Hong Kong, but she felt her palms were sweaty.
Aheng stood behind Ning Yuan, gently holding her shoulders, trying to give her strength.
"It's alright, Ningning. Big Brother has carried out many missions like this before and has never made a mistake. You know that."
Ah Heng was dressed in simple jeans and a denim jacket, with a neat short haircut and a tall, fit physique, looking every bit the handsome young man.
Ning Yuan gently pushed away Aheng's hand and rubbed her slightly sore eyes.
She walked to the dining table, sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"I didn't come to see him. I just came to Treasure Square to eat Typhoon Shelter Crab and happened to run into him."
Ah Heng looked at the almost untouched dishes on the table and exchanged glances with another middle-aged man sitting quietly drinking tea to the side.
The middle-aged man put down his teacup, sighed softly, and comforted Ning Yuan:
“Miss Ning, don’t worry. Fourth Uncle has arranged for Shanji to lead a group of people out to sea. Shanji is always shrewd and reliable, and he will definitely do his best.”
He seemed hesitant, but continued, "However, Miss Ning, this matter is different from the past... It's not something the gang can completely intervene in. There are many hidden forces at play, and there's only so much that Chicken and his gang can do..."
"I know." Ning Yuan's tone was calm, but her eyes revealed a complex emotion. "I know what I'm doing."
"I just asked someone to keep an eye on the leader. If anything happens, I'll lend a hand to him and his team. The reward is negotiable."
...
At this point, the battle on the sea had entered a fierce stage.
The "Lucky Star" tossed and turned on the sea like a headless fly, desperately trying to escape the pursuit behind it.
On the deck, Cha Shenlou hid in the shadows of the cabin, his face full of panic, no longer the imposing figure he once was.
"Fuck your mother! Why haven't you shaken off those losers yet?" he yelled at Ah Jie beside him, his voice sharp and grating, full of profanity, showing no trace of gentlemanly manners.
"How was I supposed to know those idiots were biting us like mad dogs?!" Ah Jie spat and cursed gruffly.
While directing his men to return fire with submachine guns, he impatiently yelled at Cha Shenlou, "And what the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you hiding? You'll be happy when you get your head blown off!"
Cha Shenlou's face was ashen as he brandished the gun in his hand: "I need to know if you bunch of good-for-nothings can get me out of here. Otherwise, I'll be stuck at the bottom of the ship, killed by you bunch of losers without even knowing it!"
Ah Jie snorted, unconvinced: "What's the panic! Didn't Aunt Shu say that everything has been taken care of at the General Administration of Customs? No one will stop us! As long as we get out of this area, we can leave safely!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a cheer erupted from the cockpit.
"The Customs General Administration's ship has withdrawn! Charge!"
Cha Shenlou, A Jie, and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their faces beaming with joy.
"Haha, I knew it! I trust Aunt Shu to get things done! Once I'm safely abroad, I'll definitely thank her properly!"
Cha Shenlou laughed triumphantly, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
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