Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

As they were talking, the car stopped in front of the Hong Kong government office building.

Wang Meng felt relieved when he saw that there were police officers everywhere and there were also several barbed wire fences and barricades. It seemed that Li Muzhi had prepared for the worst.

Two people walked into the office and began to discuss countermeasures.

It is now the third day of the strike. The power plants, water plants and some key departments related to people's livelihood security have been taken over by the Hong Kong Garrison to ensure basic operations, so the water and electricity supply in Hong Kong is basically normal.

Not long after the two men sat down, Wang Xikui, the highest commander of the Hong Kong garrison, came in to report in, looking exhausted.

"Chief of Staff, the commander of the Chinese People's Liberation Army in Hong Kong, Wang Xikui, has been ordered to report!"

Wang Xikui used to be a regiment commander under Wei Heshang. Later, after the airborne brigade was merged into the airborne army, Wang Xikui was promoted to brigade commander.

Later, it was decided to normalize the garrison in Hong Kong, and the airborne troops with higher combat effectiveness were drawn to garrison, and a large number of student soldiers were added. It can be regarded as the highest quality unit of the Chinese People's Liberation Army.

"Commander Wang, you have seen the current situation in Hong Kong. The situation is not very optimistic. However, the most critical and important departments are still under our control. This is a blessing in disguise.

Next, you have to cooperate with Li Muzhi and try to make this pearl of Asia shine again in the shortest possible time.

Now, I order you to strengthen the vigilance and ensure the absolute safety of the water plant, power plant, and radio station. No outsiders are allowed to enter.

All major traffic arteries cooperated with Li Muzhi's police department to set up checkpoints, and anyone who forced their way through the checkpoints or caused trouble would be arrested immediately.

In addition, cooperate with the police department to investigate the information of all members of the Hong Kong Rescue Association, as well as the Zhuyouzi Society and other local societies. I want details. "

After Wang Meng gave the order, he gave Li Muzhi and Wang Xikui two days to complete all the above arrangements.

"Muzhi, please help me make an appointment with Lei Luo. I want to talk to him."

"Yes!"

Li Muzhi left the office immediately and called Uncle Da, who has a relatively high social status in Hong Kong.

"Uncle Da, I'm Li Muzhi. If possible, please help me contact Lei Luo. I want to talk to him."

"Oh, Chief Muzhi, the situation is different now! Lei Luo is not the Chinese Chief Inspector, he has no job title, just like Xianyunyehe, it is difficult for me to contact him."

Seeing that Uncle Da was evasive and pretending not to know that Lei Luo was behind this, he started to hint at it.

"Uncle Tat, I'm planning to talk to him about the strike in Hong Kong, and there's also a leader coming from Beijing, so please help me."

"Oh, I see. I'll give it a try and let you know if I have any news."

After Uncle Da hung up the phone, he hurried to a tea restaurant in Mong Kok. After being searched by several black-clad bodyguards, he saw Lei Luo who was drinking tea.

"Hey! Uncle Tat, come and have some morning tea. Waiter, bring another serving of shrimp dumplings, one serving of vegetables, and one serving of chicken feet."

Uncle Da stared at Luo Lei Luo who continued to eat with a frown, with no appetite at all.

"Boss Lei, you're still in the mood to eat! This incident has become a big deal. I heard that people from Beijing are coming."

Lei Luo threw a chicken claw into his mouth and started chewing it. Finally, he spat out a small pile of bones, then drank a sip of tea with satisfaction and wiped his mouth.

"Uncle Da, you are also an old man in Hong Kong, why are you still so impatient? Isn't it just someone from Beijing? Look at the whole Hong Kong now, everyone listens to me, what can he do to me?

If he is that powerful, he will kill all the people! Even if he has a hundred guts, he won't dare to do that!"

In order to force Li Muzhi to reappoint him as the police chief, Lei Luo invested a lot of money this time. Not only did he invest all his life savings, he also attracted tens of millions of investments and promised to return them tenfold in the future.

These "black money" were used to bribe former Hong Kong government officials, reward gangsters, and also give some benefits to the leaders.

Therefore, Lei Luo is determined to win this time.

After all, if he can successfully take the position of Police Commissioner, he will have the final say on Hong Kong’s public security, and the overseas forces supporting him will certainly use a series of measures to help control Hong Kong more comprehensively.

Uncle Da was originally considered a centrist, but looking at the somewhat crazy Lei Luo, his heart was beating fast. He was worried that he would not be dragged into the water by this madman.

"Boss Lei, since you have the conditions and the other party is willing to negotiate, why don't we sit down and talk? We can put forward the requirements and ask for a high price and pay a low price!"

Lei Luo thought for a while and threw the wet towel on the table.

His goal was not to fight to the death or to bring down Hong Kong, so he chose to meet.

"Okay, let's meet at the tea restaurant at this time tomorrow."

After Lei Luo finished speaking, he walked away, leaving Uncle Da alone.

Uncle Da waved to the waiter, motioning him to come over.

"Uncle Da, what do you want me to do?"

"Little brother, do you believe that I am not afraid of heat and can eat shrimp dumplings and chicken feet with my bare hands?"

The waiter looked at the steaming shrimp dumplings and the bowl of steaming noodles and shook his head.

"Do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, hurry up and get me some chopsticks!"

The next morning, Wang Meng and Li Muzhi arrived at the tea restaurant in advance with four guards.

"Waiter, all the restaurants around here are closed, why is yours open?"

The waiter stood beside the table nonchalantly, holding a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other.

"Haha, we weren't planning to open the door either, but today, Mr. Lei has told us to meet an important person here, so we'll open the door for business! But, Mr. Lei will be here soon, so you guys need to leave quickly and tell us what you want to eat!"

Li Muzhi planned to invite Wang Meng to try authentic Hong Kong-style snacks, so he started ordering dishes.

"Two servings of shrimp dumplings, one serving of beef tripe, and a barbecued pork bun..."

Before Li Muzhi could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the waiter.

"Don't order anymore, there's none."

"Ah? What's that?"

"We only have rice noodle rolls, would you like some?"

“The two rice rolls.”

The waiter wrote quickly on a small notebook, then threw it at the stall and shouted loudly.

"Fatty, get up and work!"

After that, the waiter leaned against the table again in boredom, turned on the radio which was silent, and kept making a lot of noise, which made him look very annoyed.

Wang Meng asked the guard for a pack of cigarettes, then walked over to the bored waiter and handed him a cigarette.

"Little brother, do you know what's happening in Hong Kong now? It's so deserted, just like there's a war going on."