Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

The brown seven-seater car was driving on Victoria Road towards Mount Davis.

When the car of Tianyang Seven Sons drove away from the vicinity.

Shorty Seven appeared at the scene, checked the police officer lying on the ground, and found that Fang Yiwei still had a weak pulse.

"Bang bang."

With two shots, Shorty Seven directly took care of Fang Yiwei.

Then he walked to a safe place and called Zhou Shengpeng: "Boss, it's all done. I'm rushing to Moxingling to reunite with the team."

"Okay, be safe and try not to expose yourself."

Zhou Shengpeng hung up the phone while playing with his lighter.

He let Short Leg Seven follow Tian Yang Qi Zi just to be on the safe side.

Since he wants to use these people, he cannot leave anyone alive who can testify against them.

At this time, Mount Moshing was very quiet under the cover of night.

This is a small hill at the westernmost end of Hong Kong Island, 260 meters above sea level. It is located south of Kennedy Town. The geographical environment is very complex and it represents the western end of Hong Kong Island.

There are many bungalow areas and wooden house areas on the mountain, and a garbage transfer station has been dug out on the mountain.

Because of the complex environment and remote geographical location, it has become an important port for many criminals to smuggle.

Under the cover of night, a group of Flying Tigers ambushed in the bushes at the foot of the mountain.

On the other side of the dock, Zhang Yaowen's subordinate Mo Weichen and fifteen others were lying in ambush on the shore. The smuggling boat for the contact had been controlled, and their people were on it.

He was also involved in this Central robbery.

Although an accident occurred with the 100 million yuan, it was handed over to the police force.

But just in case, he still followed Zhang Yaowen's orders and took action tonight, shooting everyone to death and leaving no one alive.

As long as the Seven Sons of Tianyang enter the Moshing Ridge Wharf, the Flying Tigers at the foot of the mountain and the teams lying in ambush around them will surround them and they will have no way to escape.

"Attention, attention, all teams, a car is coming."

A member of the Flying Tigers reported via intercom.

I saw a brown seven-seater car driving quickly to the dock.

The cold-blooded Tian Yangsheng opened the car door, jumped out, and shone a flashlight at the sea.

The fishing boat opposite also responded with three long and two short flashes of light.

Tian Yangsheng cautiously scanned the shore with his flashlight. The man on the fishing boat responsible for picking them up was actually wearing cloth shoes... Alert, Tian Yangsheng quickly got into the car, closed the door, and shouted to Tian Yangyi, "Ayi, retreat! There's an ambush."

Tian Yangyi stepped on the accelerator, quickly turned the car around and was about to retreat.

"Action, they want to escape."

Mo Weichen shouted and immediately started to attack.

There was a burst of gunfire, and then a team of Flying Tigers rushed down the hillside, attacking from the front and back, leaving the Seven Sons of Tianyang with nowhere to retreat.

"Ayi, rush to the dock and use the containers for cover. Go for it."

Tian Yangsheng cursed inwardly, and the car made an S shape and crashed directly into the container at the dock.

The scene fell into silence for a while.

Boom boom, boom boom.

Mo Weichen could only feel the violent beating of his heart, and he gently made an attacking gesture.

The police officers under his command slowly approached the container.

The people lying in ambush on the fishing boat also jumped down, and the encirclement gradually shrank towards the dock, and the Seven Sons of Tianyang became trapped.

The unusual silence made the police extremely alert.

The six or seven armed men leading the charge approached step by step.

"Da da da."

Suddenly, a burst of fire came from behind the container, as if it had eyes, shooting through the iron box.

Immediately, several police officers in the front row fell to the ground.

"Fire."

At Mo Weichen's command, bullets poured out like they were free, directly smashing the container. Through the gap, it was clear that there was no one there.

Then, there was a click and the sound of a fuse being pulled was heard.

One, two, three, four guava balls drew a function graph in the air and landed at the feet of the police.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Several explosions were heard in succession, and the violent blasts knocked down an entire team of police officers.

The Flying Tigers had arrived and were immediately furious when they saw their colleagues lying dead on the ground, with bloodshot eyes.

"Da da da da da."

Strong and effective firepower began to suppress the situation, but the police, after all, had more people, and began to counterattack.

The flames from the muzzle danced, tearing cracks in the darkness, as brilliant as exploding fireworks.

Lao Liu Tianyanglin had just stuck half of his head out when he fired two shots.

As a result, a volley of bullets flew over and grazed his scalp, and a stream of blood immediately flowed from his head.

"My head almost exploded, fuck."

"Fuck your mother, big brother, give me some guavas, I'll kill these sons of bitches."

Tian Yanglin shouted loudly while firing outside.

In this situation, we have to speak loudly.

The scene was noisier than a disco. There was constant sound of gunfire and the smoke was pungent. It was impossible to see or hear clearly.

Tian Yangsheng threw two over helplessly: "Sixth Brother, use them sparingly, the guava is almost gone."

Tianyanglin doesn’t care whether he saves it or not, now is the time to fight for his life.

He was furious after being blasted with bullets and desperately needed an outlet to vent his anger.

While firing, he bit the fuse with his teeth and threw it out with a strange smile.

He shouted, "You son of a bitch, it's New Year's Eve, let's kowtow to me."

Gurgle, guava rolled over one after another.

"Go after your mother, fuck you, and throw guava again, how many weapons do these bastards have, fuck, everyone, get out of the way."

Mo Weichen cursed angrily.

"Boom."

"Boom."

There were two loud bangs in succession, and two or three police officers were blown away.

“Hahaha, cool.”

Tian Yanglin's previous depressed mood was swept away.

He quickly changed a magazine and started a fierce counterattack with his submachine gun.

Tian Yanglin's madness successfully suppressed a wave of firepower.

Tian Yangsheng and Tian Yangyi took the opportunity to change magazines, load the guns, and continue shooting.

This wave of reckless actions caused Mo Weichen's men to be timid and not dare to charge.

Mo Weichen thought about his involvement in the Central robbery, which involved 100 million Hong Kong dollars, seven or eight lives, and more than a dozen serious injuries.

If the Seven Sons of Tianyang survive, he will be dead.

Zhang Yaowen was right. Tonight, either the Seven Sons of Tianyang would die, or they would die.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Why are you all so far away from each other?"

"Everyone's wearing bulletproof vests and holding guns. Are they going in to block people? Are they hiding behind and playing hide-and-seek?"

"Do you want me to go back and file a report to the higher-ups and send you to the countryside to guard the pond?"

"Run it for me."

Many colleagues were lying or crouching on the ground.

The police officers came to their senses, raised their guns and fired wildly at the place where Tianyang Qizi was.

They are policemen, there is no reason for them to be afraid of these desperadoes.

Defeat one and it counts as one.

This is a shocking robbery worth 100 million yuan. Killing one person will be considered a meritorious service.

Bullets whizzed through the air, weaving into a giant web of death.

The impact on the container made a crisp sound and sparks flew, conveying the harsh reality.

The situation is very serious.

With the fierce attack from Mo Weichen's side, Tian Yangsen, the seventh of the Tian Yang Seven Sons, was shot.

A bullet hit his heart and he was dead instantly.

"Lao Qi."

Tian Yangzhi roared.

Lao Qi's death hurt his heart, and hatred burned in his chest, making him hate his opponent so much.

The submachine gun in his hand was also firing wildly.

"Brother, I'm out of bullets. Do you have any more magazines? I'm going to kill these bastards."

Tian Yangyi also fired wildly, shouting with red eyes.

Tian Yangsheng threw two magazines to each of them and suppressed the firepower himself.

Taking advantage of the break, he leaned his back against the cold container and sat down on the ground.

He was breathing heavily.

The magazines just given to them were the last two, and they have reached the end of their rope... Are the seven siblings really going to die here?

He was not reconciled.

Not reconciled.

From childhood to adulthood, they were all orphans, displaced, and after brutal training, became mercenaries, licking blood and trying to survive on the edge of a knife.

They just long for a home.

I just want a stable home, that's all.

Beneath Tian Yangsheng's sunglasses, his eyes revealed a deep sense of unwillingness.

Looking at Lao Qi's body, a raging anger ignited in his heart.

But at this moment, there is nothing I can do.

"Zhang Yaowen, if you can leave here alive today, I will kill you."

Tian Yangsheng clenched his fists, loaded the last magazine into the gun, jumped onto a container, and roared and started firing wildly.

He was close to madness.

When everyone has used up all their bullets.

The remaining six siblings gathered together.

Everyone leaned against the cold container, looking at the dark sea, their eyes full of despair.

"Brother, you must remember us brothers and sisters. In the next life, we will still be a family."

Tian Yangen had tears in his eyes and spoke with sincerity.

They were already prepared to die.

At this time, Shorty Seven, who was not far away, heard that the firepower of Tianyang Qizi had been exhausted, and gave an order: "Brothers, the time has come, go."

Seeing that the Seven Sons of Tianyang were in dire straits and there was no way to save them.

Suddenly, there was a burst of intense gunfire behind the Flying Tigers, and a team of well-trained fierce assault squad rushed in like a sharp knife.

At the same time, a flare was launched.

A strong light suddenly appeared on the dark sea, almost blinding Mo Weichen and the others.

Then a ship appeared out of nowhere on the shore, its engine roaring loudly.

Awu led his men to counterattack from above.

It directly broke up the entire police force's layout and tore a hole in it.

The Seven Sons of Tianyang were stunned when they saw this shocking scene.

"Brother, have you made any plans?"

Tian Yangyi asked in surprise.

Tian Yangsheng looked confused: "No."

While everyone was stunned, Awu had already brought his men to their side.

He pulled out a Desert Eagle from his waist and threw it to Tian Yangsheng: "Take it and follow me."

Tian Yangsheng took the gun but did not move.

Instead, he put on the safety and pointed the gun at Wu: "Who are you and who sent you?"