Hong Kong Island, Lantau Island, Tangmiao Village.

Twist...

At night, the fishing boat returned with a full load.

Tangmiao Village is a small fishing village in Lantau Island, close to the coastline. The villagers jointly built a simple boat port here.

Because the draught is shallow, the boat port is still owned by Tangmiao Village, so the patrol boats of the coast guard generally do not come and cannot enter even if they come.

Various reasons combined have led to the small fishing village becoming a paradise for smuggling.

Even Lin Yao's home appliances go out from here, and go north to the inland around Shen Zhen Bay.

"Everyone is careful to move, don't be stubborn."

"Hey, please be gentle, I don't know what's inside!"

Dasha stood on the dock and directed his men to carry the weapons to the truck.

A Mercedes-Benz was parked not far away.

Lin Yao sat in the car smoking a cigar. Every time he took a deep breath, a red light appeared in the darkness.

Two hundred short spears and fifty long spears are enough to arm a company.

At its peak, Tazhai had similar firepower, and it was easy to pull out hundreds of gunmen. This foundation was not bad compared to the multinational group, but other dark forces in the region were not bad.

"Don't keep the long spears, all of them are distributed to the pistol team. Leave half of the short spears in the main hall, and then send them to the masters."

"Tell them that the gun can be used, but it cannot be used randomly. Just bring a few self-defense sticks, and the rest are locked in the safe."

"Don't make a statement about these weapons. We are prepared for any trouble and prevent any trouble before it happens."

"If anyone makes a fucking mess with me with a sharp firearm, don't blame my family for being ruthless."

Lin Yao said calmly.

He doesn't want the guy to be used randomly after he posts, which increases the company's exposure.

In his opinion, relying on the sharp firearm to make trouble is the way to die.

This is Hong Kong Island, not Italy.

There are rules for Hong Kong Island. The rules are that young and dandy fight for territory with watermelon knife, not hot weapons.

If anyone is not determined, the Royal Sir can't deal with you, and the post-97s generation will be killed.

Doesn't it sound contradictory?

Actually, it is not contradictory at all.

Just like a mushroom bullet, you can not use it, but you can't do it.

Besides, the ones here are not used, but they can’t be used when competing for territory. Some special circumstances can still be made exceptions.

"Brother Yao, the goods are loaded on the bus and you can set off at any time."

Half an hour later, the headlights of the van started to light up, and Dasha also brought his hands to Lin Yao.

Lin Yao nodded slightly and signaled Dasha to get in the car.

Dasha hesitated a little and whispered: "Brother Yao, I'll just go with you, you'd better not go."

"It's okay."

Lin Yao waved his hand disregardlessly.

Seeing this, Dasha stopped talking, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, and did not forget to wave to the truck behind him.

Buzzing...

There is a Mercedes-Benz in front, a truck behind, and a van behind.

Three cars lined up and drove out of the fishing village.

When the convoy was about to leave the village entrance, the convoy slowed down. Dasha shook the window and threw a black plastic bag to the young man who was guarding the village entrance.

The young and strong picked up black plastic bags.

When I opened it, I saw bundles of thousands of yuan bills inside, and counted them in several stacks, and they were all so happy that they smiled.

"Move quickly, move the roadblock away."

Several passers-by were busy for a while and pushed away the scrapped car parked in the middle of the road.

They are all young and strong in Tangmiao Village. They go outwards, and there are several such checkpoints, specially used to release air and block strips.

Although they don’t belong to any company, in fact, no one in the world dares to provoke them.

If you provoke one, you will provoke a group of people. The smuggling dock in Tangmiao Village is a collective property of the village. If you dare to come out and eat this bowl of rice, you will not be afraid of you making trouble.

The convoy left Tangmiao Village and headed towards Kwunat along the South Yu Road.

When passing through the Hong Kong and Kowloon Tunnel, from a distance, there was a broken white car parked on the side of the road. The mount police guarding the entrance of the tunnel were discussing something with the driver.

The convoy passed slowly, and the Mounties pulled by the driver did not react.

Lin Yao looked at all this through the car window. The moment the two sides passed by, the driver smiled at Lin Yao, who was sitting in the car.

Lin Yao had no expression. The journey from Tangmiao Village to Mongkok was 130 kilometers, and there were three cordons along the way.

The mountain police at the Hong Kong-Kowloon Tunnel are just one of them, and the company has already decided on how to deal with their company.

Pass through the Hong Kong and Kowloon Tunnel and enter Sham Shui Po District.

Sham Shui Po District is located north of Yau Tsim Mong District, and is just a short distance from Yau Tsim Mong District. However, this is one of the poorest major areas in Hong Kong and is also synonymous with slums in Hong Kong Island.

After getting off the tunnel, the convoy did not take the highway, but chose to walk the alleyway in the public housing village.

The alleyway is very narrow, and the people living in public rental houses are all the people on the ground floor of Hong Kong Island. At first glance, there are five or six-story tube buildings on both sides of the road.

It was evening at this time, and there were many people coming out to set up stalls and there were also many pedestrians on the street.

Two patrolmen in green uniforms wandered on the streets, with their stinky feet, big caps, 38 points, and small handcuffs. These four magic weapons were their standard equipment.

Sham Shui Po District is a slum area, and public housing villages are even more slum areas in slum areas.

The status of the patrol police sent here is imagined. They are simply here to get paid, walking aimlessly on the street, occasionally taking two skewers of fish balls from the food stall on the side of the road, leisurely as if walking in their own garden.

Seeing the Mercedes-Benz coming from afar, the two patrolmen looked envious.

Not only did he not come forward to stop him, he yelled, "There is a car coming, and you can collect the food truck backwards. You two-five guys will smash your stall and they will also sue you. Can you afford a lawyer?"

Because there are many people, the convoy is walking very slowly.

When passing by the two patrolmen, Lin Yao still stuck his head out and smiled at them: "Thank you for your hard work, why is this street so messy?"

"As for public housing areas, the planning is unreasonable. Now that there are too many people, it will be messy."

That's what a person said.

"Boss, what are you doing? The truck behind you is also with you?"

Another person spoke.

"So, it's like, the factory equipment transported from outside was wanted to copy the shortcut, but I didn't expect the road to be so congested."

Lin Yao took out two cigars, raised his hand and handed them out: "Food a cigarette!"

"Thank you, thank you."

The two of them took the cigar with a smile and shouted harder: "Do not see a car coming? Mercedes-Benz, have you seen it?"

What is the difference between his appearance without any children and the wealthy and wealthy families in the old society?

Mr. Lu Xun is right: When you are wearing a suit and tie, everything you do seems to be right in the eyes of the poor.

Mr. Lu Xun also said: The so-called public officials are just pawns in the hands of powerful people.

You can think from the perspective of others. If Lin Yao was sitting in an old car with a horn that didn't ring, the headlights were not on, and the paint was almost the same, would the two officials do their best?

The answer is no.

Waving his hand, Lin Yao said goodbye to the two on duty.

Watching the taillights of the car, the two were still muttering: "The quality of rich people is so high. If you say you give such a good cigar, you will give it to us."

Another interface said: "It's good when we have money too."

"I'm rich, I don't want to think about this."

"Think about it. I heard that the Jockey Club has a new good horse and will definitely become a hit when the competition starts tonight."

"Yeah?"

"You don't believe it. I've already studied it. I'll win. If you can trust it, I'll give it five hundred yuan. If you win, I'll take you to find two Annanniu to open it."

"Hehehehe..."

With a wretched smile, the convoy drove out of Sham Shui Po District and headed straight for Yau Tsim Mong.

Yau Tsim Mong District is a prosperous area and the last of the three defense lines after leaving Tangmiao Village.

At the entrance of Yau Tsim Mong Avenue, there is a charge car parked all year round, plus a five-person check team, and passing vehicles are checked from time to time.

But today, the Chagang team was not here because a traffic accident occurred not far away. A van collided with a truck pulling loquats, and the loquats on the truck sprinkled all over the floor.

Several Asir were trying to pull away the two drivers who had been involved in the accident and had no time to check the passing vehicles.

Among them, the famous greedy Sir was squatting on the ground pretending to behave, busy stuffing loquats into his pockets, and ignored the convoy coming from behind.

"Brother Yao, passed."

The driving Daozi looked at the rearview mirror.

Lin Yao nodded silently, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Go home!"

With a command, the convoy drove into the Yau Tsim Mong District.

It happened that night was coming, and street lights were on in Yau Tsim Mong District.

The future is bright.
Chapter completed!