roccoschili Chapter 99 Hand grenades are really useful
Chapter 99 Hand grenades are really useful
Chapter 99 Hand grenades are really useful (This is a supplement to yesterday's chapter)
The next day, Central, Hong Kong.
Inside the police headquarters.
Police Chief Charles Melley sat behind his desk with a map of Hong Kong spread out in front of him.
"Is everyone here?" he asked, looking up.
"They're all waiting outside, sir," a senior police officer replied.
Merry stood up, straightened her uniform, and went out the door.
Five senior police inspectors stood in the lobby of the headquarters, followed by more than thirty European police officers, all of whom were inspectors and senior officers.
At the very edge of the hall stood more than a hundred Sikh police officers.
"Gentlemen, you have only one task today. Locate the stronghold of that gang called Xinghan Hall and bring them back to me!"
Looking at his men, Merry said slowly, "Don't worry about manpower. The Hong Kong Volunteer Army will provide support from the outside, and two companies of the Marine Corps are on standby at the pier. If we encounter large-scale resistance, we can call for reinforcements directly."
He paused, then said, "For Her Majesty the Queen, for the sake of order in Hong Kong, let's go!"
The police officers filed out and disappeared into the early morning streets.
Sheung Wan, Shui Chi Lane.
When the news came back, Zeng Tai was possessing the body of the assassin, sitting by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, drinking tea.
"The police have made a move?" He put down his teacup and looked at the crow that had come to report the news.
"They've moved," the crow said. "They've split into more than a dozen teams, searching our outposts everywhere. Someone's leading the way for them, and they're finding them very accurately."
Zeng Tai raised an eyebrow: "Who is this person who's so clueless about the times?"
Crow counted on his fingers and said, "There are many: merchants whose piglet business we stole, resentful gang members after their gangs disbanded, and informants developed by the foreigners themselves."
"Wow, we really are unpopular."
Zeng Tai remained calm and said, "Let them investigate, let them arrest, and tell the brothers to have some fun with those white people."
The crow grinned maliciously, "Understood!"
10:00 AM, Sai Ying Pun.
A team of Sikh police officers, led by a former gang member, infiltrated a branch of the Xinghan Church.
This is an old two-story building. The ground floor is a closed general store, and people live upstairs. The informant who led the way said that there are usually more than a dozen members of the Hing Han Tong here, and it is one of their bases in Sai Ying Pun.
The European officer leading the team was named Wilson, a veteran policeman who had spent several years in India. He waved his hand, and fifteen Sikh officers, armed with revolvers, silently surrounded the building's entrance.
"Charge," Wilson whispered the order.
Ten Sikh police officers burst through the grocery store door and rushed inside.
The next second, a burst of gunfire erupted inside, mixed with screams and the sound of tables and chairs overturning.
Wilson's expression changed, and he began to retreat without hesitation, shielding the remaining five Sikh officers in front of him.
It's just a few Indians dying; as long as I don't die, it's fine.
When the gunfire stopped, Wilson pointed at a Sikh police officer and said, "You, go up and take a look."
The Sikh officer, looking like he'd eaten shit, reluctantly gripped his revolver and began moving step by step into the building.
After an unknown amount of time, the Sikh police officer came down and said in heavily accented English, "They've already escaped."
Wilson breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and led the rest of the group inside.
The building was quiet. The bodies of ten Sikh police officers were scattered across the first and second floors, and blood was everywhere, flowing down the steps.
"Clean up their bodies, then come back with me to report," Wilson clicked his tongue and began giving orders.
The Sikh officer looked at his colleague's body, forcing himself not to show his grief, and silently prayed.
The prayer ended quickly.
The Sikh officer bent down and picked up his companion's body, then he saw a long-handled object protruding from under the body, with a pull ring lying on the ground.
boom!
A loud bang rang out, and shrapnel swept across the entire room.
The two Sikh police officers next to the body were blown to pieces. Wilson, who was farther away, was only jolted by the loud bang, his ears ringing and his vision blurring.
When he looked up, the sight of blood and gore made him vomit.
When the news reached police headquarters, Merry looked very grim.
Wilson's team suffered a total loss, with twelve Sikh officers killed and three wounded. The other teams fared no better, with many dead and wounded.
There are only a little over a hundred Sikh police officers in the entire Hong Kong, and this time they wiped out half of them, while not a single member of the Hing Han Tong was caught!
"Useless, a bunch of useless trash!"
Wilson stood before him, his uniform torn in several places by shrapnel, and argued with a wronged expression, "Chief, they're definitely not ordinary gangsters. We can't handle this."
"Didn't I know they weren't just any ordinary gang? What angers me is that you bunch of idiots can't even call for backup!"
Merry was so angry he laughed. He looked at a senior police officer and said, "Get the Marines and the Hong Kong Volunteer Army moving. Remember to share intelligence with them."
"Damn it, next time I recruit, I'm definitely going to hire some experienced veteran cops!"
Shuichi Lane, the second floor of the restaurant.
After listening to Crow's report, Zeng Tai's smile deepened.
"The British must be furious by now."
Crow stood to the side and whispered, "Brother Nan, the Marines and the Hong Kong Volunteer Army have already been deployed. They'll probably be heading straight for us soon."
"Then let them pounce."
Zeng Tai looked at the scenery outside and said, "Evacuate most of the people from Shuichi Lane, and leave a few here to guard the rest of the people until they board the ship."
Crow was taken aback: "Brother Nan, we're abandoning the base?"
"It's just a few buildings and a few rooms, let them have it."
Zeng Tai said nonchalantly, "If they concentrate their police force on sweeping Sheung Wan, we'll go to Central and cause trouble, keeping them constantly on their toes!"
Located on the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, forty miles east of Sacramento.
This is a gold prospector's paradise, and also a hell.
The California Gold Rush of 1855 had passed its most frenzied period, but tens of thousands of white miners were still scattered throughout the mines and valleys on the western slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, searching for gold day after day.
But recently, something completely enraged them.
The new mining company announced that they would lay off all of them and tell them to get out of there, as new miners would come to replace them.
When the white people saw the Chinese miners rushing over, they were completely enraged.
They shouted "Give me back my job!" and completely blocked the road to the mine, injuring many Chinese miners.
At this moment, on a hillside west of the mining area, Chen Hu was lying behind a large rock, using a monocular telescope to observe the miners' camp not far away.
"Brother Tiger, send someone to find out the details."
A suicide bomber emerged from the bushes and lay down beside him. "There are over a hundred white miners in the camp, led by an Irishman named Mike."
"He was the one who led his men to block the road and prevent our people from entering the cave."
Chen Hu lowered his binoculars, his face expressionless: "Where are the weapons?"
"They all carried muzzle-loading guns and revolvers, and some even carried sticks and machetes."
"this one?"
Chen Hu chuckled and said, "Pass on my orders: advance directly and open fire. If they get any closer, throw grenades."
"A bunch of stupid foreigners, do they really think they'll be useful just because they're all gathered together?"
"yes!"
Chen Hu put away his binoculars and stood up from behind the rock.
Not far behind him were ninety-eight men from Xinghan Hall who were waiting quietly.
In the miners' camp, white miners are eating breakfast.
It was called a campsite, but it was really just a mess of tents and wooden huts with an open space in the middle used as a meeting place.
A dozen large pots were set up in the open space, simmering a thin, mushy bean soup. More than a hundred people, some squatting and some standing, were stuffing food into their mouths while grumbling and discussing today's operation.
"Those yellow-skinned monkeys shouldn't have been let in!"
"I went to town yesterday and heard that several mines in the distance are planning to lay off all their white miners and replace them all with those 'cleaners'!"
"Those damned bureaucrats only care about embezzlement and tax collection; they never care about our lives!"
A burly man with red hair stood in the middle of the open space, holding a shotgun in his hand; he was Mike, the leader of the group.
He stood on the wooden crate and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, since that idiot company wants to fire us, we don't need to give them any face."
"With so many of us, why don't we just take over this mine? That way, all the gold we dig up will be ours! What do you guys think?!"
"good!"
These words immediately drew cheers from the entire audience.
Ultimately, they're all gathered here for money. It doesn't matter who they're mining for, right?
"What if the company sends security guards?" someone asked worriedly.
Mike scoffed, "Guards? Those Van der Linde gang thugs have robbed us several times already, when have those guards ever been of any use?"
He paused, then smiled. "If you brothers are willing to trust me, a few Irish brothers and I are willing to take on the role of the mine protection team. You all just need to focus on mining; leave the security, refining, and replenishing food and drinks to us."
The miners fell silent, exchanging glances.
They understood that Mike was no longer content to be a miner and planned to switch careers to become a middleman, extracting gold from them.
Mike frowned, wanting to say something more, when he suddenly noticed the terrified expressions on the faces of the white miners in front of him.
He turned his head and saw that the mountain path not far away was full of Chinese people. They were riding horses, and the dark barrels of their long spears were pointed directly at the camp.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The group of Chinese people didn't say anything, but instead opened fire without hesitation.
The first dozen or so miners were swept away by the hail of bullets and fell to the ground like tattered rag dolls. Blood splattered onto the iron pot of simmering bean soup, making a sizzling sound.
"Run!"
Someone shouted first, and the camp instantly erupted into chaos, with the remaining people scattering and fleeing like a flock of frightened sheep.
Of course, some people, whose ferocity was provoked, tried to fight back, hiding behind cover and preparing to fire.
But the people of Xinghantang did not give them a chance.
Dozens of grenades rained down on the crowd like a shower of flowers, and then a deafening explosion silenced everything.