The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 67 Come on, you good-for-nothing!
The two Deng militiamen looked at the driver with disdain and cursed him a couple of times when they saw that he had been drinking, but they unconsciously lowered their guard and turned to look at their captain.

Nominally, Deng Zongliang was Grandpa's eldest son, but within the Deng family, only Deng Zongming was called "Young Master." No one wanted to risk offending the real Young Master for the sake of an adopted son. Everyone below could see who Grandpa intended to hand over the family to.

"Let them move in." Militia captain Deng Zonghu thought of the market and restaurants, which were all owned by the young master's people, and didn't want to bother with them. He waved for Zhang Jinrong and the others to enter the ancestral hall. The young master's people were in the ancestral hall; if anything went wrong, no one could hide it. No one expected the police to dare to break into Pingshan; the town's structure was a classic example of being strict on the outside but lax on the inside.

Pingshan Township covers an area of ​​dozens of miles, with narrow roads and numerous mountain paths. To set up roadblocks and negotiate with the Hong Kong government, they could only send more than 300 people outside.

They would need to wait until the next day when the members of the five major surnames and triads gathered to have enough manpower to lock down the entire New Territories. Lin Tiansheng and his men had already changed into coolie shirts and carried only a walkie-talkie. Their pistols were concealed by tape wrapped around their legs.

Under the cover of darkness, they worked diligently to unload boxes of vegetables, eggs, and steamed buns from the tailgate, loaded them onto a flatbed cart, and pushed it into the ancestral hall.

Inside the ancestral hall, the lights were on. In addition to the thirty-odd heads of various villages and branches of the Deng clan, there were also more than ten thugs and five women serving tea and water.

Everyone was engrossed in their conversation and paid no attention to the laborers carrying vegetables. It wasn't until Lin Tiansheng, the last to enter, and Deng Gengyun worked together to close the ancestral hall door and attach the wooden bolt that it thudded shut. The Deng clan members, who were chatting, all looked up at the door.

Zhang Jinrong and the others placed the styrofoam box in the corner, quickly tore off the tape, took out the guns from their legs, and raised them simultaneously. In an instant, the entire room fell silent.

Lin Tiansheng turned around and saw Deng Yuchang, who was in the main seat of the court, revealing a crazy smile: "Uncle Deng, it's been a long time."

Deng Yuchang's aged face showed utter astonishment. Trembling, he raised his bony hand and glared at Lin Tiansheng, saying, "How dare you!"

Then, a look of pain flashed across his face, and he shouted sharply, "Kill him!"

The fact that the corrupt police could break into the ancestral hall meant there must be a traitor within the clan. When Deng Yuchang's gaze fell on the styrofoam box used to deliver the vegetables, he already had the answer he dared not even think of.

Deng Zongliang took a deep breath, leaning on the coffee table as he tried to get up. His sinister gaze was fixed on Deng Zongming across from him as he gritted his teeth and said, "Aming, this is the good thing you did!"

Deng Zongming angrily slammed the coffee table down and cursed, "Damn you, Deng Zongliang, stop spouting nonsense!"

Without a word, the twelve Deng thugs, following their grandfather's orders, grabbed knives and charged. Zhang Jinrong, Gao Zicong, and the other four did not hesitate and fired their guns: "Bang bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

Two volleys of fire struck, and more than half of the thugs fell to the ground, with only three managing to reach Lin Tiansheng. Deng Gengyun swung his jacket, cracking it as he struck one man's wrist. He then deactivated his switchblade, lunged forward, and plunged three stabs into the chest, splattering blood. He then elbowed another man in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. He used his foot to pick up a watermelon knife from the ground, caught it with one hand, and held it in front of the remaining two men, grinning maliciously, "We're all surnamed Deng, so I'll be gentle."

The remaining two knife-wielders were so frightened that their hands and feet went weak, and they slowly retreated. But Deng Gengyun stood still, holding a knife in one hand and drawing a gun in the other: "Go easy on me."

Gently pull the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!" Zhang Jinrong and his men swiftly eliminated the thugs and charged towards Deng Zongliang. Once they captured Deng Zongliang, exposing the entire Deng family would be a piece of cake. They only had five minutes inside the ancestral hall to leave the New Territories safely; every second had to be spent on the key figures.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the Deng clan members fled towards the back door. Deng Yuchang was carried away by his juniors, but Deng Zongliang, with a gunshot wound in his leg and leaning on a cane, had no one to help him and nowhere to escape. He seemed to have been abandoned by the Deng clan. After Zhang Jinrong handcuffed him, a mocking smile flashed across his face: "Liang, you really were born into the wrong family."

Lin Tiansheng, who was guarding behind the vermilion door of the ancestral hall, had already called for support from the mobile troops through his earpiece, and then he and Deng Gengyun opened the door.

Deng Zonghu, unaware of the situation, heard gunshots from inside the ancestral hall and began banging on the door. When the vermilion door opened, a burst of AK-47 bullets swept in, striking the blue pillars and beams with fierce firepower. Gao Zicong and his men, however, had already concealed themselves, waiting for the militiamen to enter before opening fire. In the chaos of battle, military discipline was put to the test. The Major Crimes Unit officers, clearly more composed, caught the militiamen off guard, killing and wounding three. Lin Tiansheng and Deng Gengyun, armed with guns, emerged from behind the door and swiftly dealt with the remaining militiamen, leaving several corpses and groaning wounded men at the entrance.

Without even picking up a gun, Lin Tiansheng led his team to rush onto the truck. In the darkness, a sniper shot came from the back, and Liu Yida, who was at the rear, was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Zhang Jinrong got into the driver's seat and immediately shifted gears and stepped on the gas. Lin Tiansheng and Gao Zicong followed. Deng Gengyun, Ma Delong, and He Li escorted Liu Yida into the truck. Once everyone was on board, the truck had already driven more than ten meters when suddenly more than twenty knife-wielding thugs rushed out from the alleys on both sides of the road, charging towards the truck with reckless abandon.

"Kill the officer!"

"Damn it, Ah Liang is a ghost, kill him."

“Anyone who dares to trespass into the ancestral hall and is not a member of the Deng family will be killed.”

There were people blocking the road ahead, so Zhang Jinrong drove his car through them, running over several bodies. The car bounced violently, and those inside could almost hear the sound of bones cracking under the tires. Unfortunately, the village road was too narrow, there were no lights, and the slope led directly to fields; getting stuck meant certain death.

The truck wasn't moving fast, giving the knife-wielders a chance to rush into the cargo compartment. As the first knife-wielder grabbed the tailgate and charged inside, more and more knife-wielders followed. Ma Delong, holding the tailgate remote, slowly closed the cargo door, plunging the compartment into darkness.

"Kill them!"

"Kill!!!"

At the same time, not only the knife-wielder, but also Deng Gengyun, Ma Delong, and He Li were involved in the attack. Twelve people squeezed into the cramped carriage, with styrofoam boxes under their feet, and everyone was practically face-to-face. Three police officers, guarding their brother, hid in a corner, with barely any room to move.

He Li's shoulder was the first to be slashed open, bleeding profusely. He screamed in agony, but without even looking back, he opened fire in the dark, emptying the remaining magazine.

Bang bang bang.

Bullet holes riddled the metal box. Deng Gengyun, with a switchblade in his right hand and his left hand pressed against the neck of one of the assailants, stabbed him to death several times. Hearing the random gunfire inside the vehicle, he felt a chill run down his spine and dared not move. Only when the gunfire ceased did he push the corpse he was carrying towards the crowd, blocking two more assailants, grabbing a man by the hair on his right, and slamming him into the vehicle, roaring, "Come on, you piece of trash!!!"

(End of this chapter)