Chapter Forty-Three Inside Story

  "Hey, old man, don't be afraid. They're foreign journalists who want to interview you. If you cooperate well, there's a reward." Chen Yong pulled out a stack of Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and waved it in front of the old man.

  "Comrades of the press, we are just ordinary folks, perhaps we can't satisfy you. Whatever you want to know, as long as we know it, we'll tell you." said the old lady next to the old man.

  "It's about the last time your husband saw the Hong Kong police's Flying Tigers retreat. They were so brave, we just wanted to make a small film and promote it." Chen Yong said, first putting the Hong Kong dollars into the old lady's hand.

  "This is no problem, I'll have my wife tell you the details. After receiving the Hong Kong dollars, the old lady was delighted, it's still foreign reporters who are generous, while Hong Kong reporters don't even give a penny, last time my wife accepted an interview and not only didn't get paid but also had to treat them to several cups of tea."

  After taking the money, he turned to his wife and said: "Old man, this is a foreign journalist friend, you'd better speak properly, don't lose face for us Hong Kong people, okay?"

  "Well, don't worry about it, old friend. Go ahead and ask whatever you want to ask." That attitude really has a bit of the flavor of a celebrity being interviewed.

  "Then please tell me everything you saw that day!" Chen Yong handed the open recorder to the old man's mouth.

  The old man then slowly and carefully recalled the situation at that time:

  "My ancestors were all hunters, so my family has lived on this mountain for generations. Our ancestors opened up this area to make life more convenient. At first, there were many wild animals here, and our daily harvest was very large. Now, it's not like that anymore.

  That afternoon, around 4 pm, a helicopter suddenly appeared from the top of the mountain. It was huge! It circled in the air for a while, probably because there was no other place to land, so it finally landed here. About sixty people got out of the plane, divided into two groups. One group was the Hong Kong Flying Tigers, I had seen them on TV before, so I recognized their uniforms; the other group wore camouflage suits, I didn't recognize them, but they seemed not to be from Hong Kong because they spoke Mandarin.

  A person who looked like a team leader told me that they were on a mission and the plane would stay here for a while. He said it was every Hong Kong citizen's duty to cooperate with the police in catching bad guys, so I agreed. After they left, about ten minutes later, intense gunfire and explosions came from the other side of the mountain. Finally, another helicopter exploded in mid-air and fell not far away, about 800 meters to our right front.

  Later, the police cleaned up the wreckage of that helicopter with my guidance. I heard that two people on board were killed. After that, the Flying Tigers came back, but there seemed to be fewer people. The ones wearing camouflage suits didn't seem to have lost anyone - they left with 25 people and returned with 25 people.

  That's what I saw. Comrade journalist, did I explain it clearly enough? Last time those Hong Kong journalists asked me questions, I didn't say that much."

  "Alright, very clear. However, I still have two questions for you. First, why are you so certain that those people were from mainland China, not a single one less?" Mr. Parker asked, and Chen Yong immediately translated it to the old man.

  "These people are quite special, the guns in their hands are all kinds of weird and wonderful things that I don't recognize. Unlike the Flying Tigers, whose equipment is uniform and easy to identify. And it also feels like they walk in a very special way, extremely neat and tidy, just like a TV dubbing, very well-coordinated. So I specifically counted them, there are twenty-five people in total."

  The old man spoke very carefully, even mentioning his own thoughts and feelings at the time, it seems that "money can make ghosts grind" is indeed not wrong.

  Bart's eyebrows jumped violently, and as expected, the other side was indeed a troop sent by the Chinese government. Moreover, according to what this old man said, they were also the strongest troops among the well-trained professional soldiers - special forces!

  Twenty-five men, just enough for a combat squad. No wonder Smith's team was completely annihilated!

  "So how long did they go for before coming back?" Brent asked a second question.

  They walked there and back, taking less than an hour in total, before boarding a helicopter to leave.

  Xie's mind was shocked again, from here to Wulong Mountain Villa, it takes at least 25-30 minutes back and forth on the road, that is to say, taking down Wulong Mountain Villa only took half an hour.

  More than 200 people, plus his own mercenary squad, were annihilated within half an hour.

  Good heavens! What kind of troops are these? Their combat strength is a bit too powerful, isn't it?!

  The doubts in his heart were finally cleared up. It was strange that Hua Tuo actually felt a little excited, if he had led the team here himself at first, maybe he wouldn't be able to stand here and talk now!

  Bert and Steven exchanged a bitter smile. Chen Jin, the current president of Hongxing Society, still showed no signs of loosening up till now. It seems that further cooperation with him is hopeless. It seems that Hongxing Society has made up its mind to transform, and they will not take on this kind of business. As for whether or not to cooperate with Chen Yong, it's up to Dong to decide.

  After seeing the tyrant's face, they can go back and report. The two men made up their minds and stood up to leave.

  Three days later, under Chen Yong's arrangement, Bret finally met Ba Tian in prison. After asking about the situation from Ba Tian, the whole process of the matter was finally clarified. The next morning, Bret and Steven flew back to Thailand to report to Dong Zhuo.

  Dong Zhuo's office, apart from the luxurious desk and chair, was decorated in a simple style with a light yellow tone, adorned with a few colorful trinkets.

  At the other end of the office, a stunning large aquarium is placed. The aquarium has already been filled with 450 gallons of clear water, and three goldfish are swimming between two bundles of lush aquatic plants. Suddenly up and down, they play a chasing game among themselves. Under the special lighting in the office, the golden fish leap out of the sparkling water in the emerald green water.

  Shi Diwen and Pu Bao knew that the Golden Dragon Fish was Dong Zhuo's pet, but they had no idea why Dong Zhuo liked it so much. Now, Dong Zhuo held a small fish tank in his hand, with several small fish inside, preparing to feed the Golden Dragon Fish. So, they quietly stood by and waited.

  Dong Zhuo's right hand reached into the small fish tank, scooped out a few small wheat sprouts, and threw them into the large fish tank.

  In the big fish tank, several rays of light flashed alternately, and a few small wheat ear fish disappeared.

  On the surface, Dong Zhuo standing beside the fish tank was like a magician, instantly making several small wheat fish disappear.

  It's actually a beautiful slaughter that doesn't show any blood. It can also be said to be a beautiful instant kill, almost in the blink of an eye, the killing is over.

  Dong Zhuo savored this wonderful feeling, a sense of superiority that looked down on everything as the strong do in nature, and he was intoxicated by it.

  Those three golden dragon fish seem to be swimming aimlessly in the water, but as soon as they see their prey appear, their ferocious nature is revealed, and their instinct to bite and kill their prey is also revealed.

  This is truly enviable. On the one hand, they show people their elegant and magnificent side, on the other hand, they also perform their cruelty in a timely manner.

  Dong Zhuo most enjoyed the ferocity hidden beneath this beautiful exterior, leaving his opponents unaware of what had happened until their deaths. This couldn't help but earn Dong Zhuo's praise: "Truly an embodiment of angels and devils!"

  Dong Zhuo then threw in a few small wheat fish. These little fish were completely ineffective at protecting themselves and would only frantically jump about, desperately trying to escape.

  A few seconds later, the master of the large fish tank also calmed down due to the satisfaction of hunting, and its movements were no longer as agile as when it was hunting. The water in the fish tank, which had been stirred up by the hunt earlier, also calmed down at this moment, leaving only two clusters of large aquatic plants swaying gently.

  Dong Zhuo finally lifted his head, looking at them with a heavy voice and asked: "Have you investigated the goldfish's background?"

  "Found it!"; "Steven Gong replied with a bow: "; "Based on the information we have, the other side is a special forces unit dispatched by the mainland!"

  "Oh!" Dong Zhuo nodded slowly, indicating for him to continue speaking.

  "Firstly, a hunter provided the situation that on the day of the incident, he saw a group of people with uniforms different from those of Fei Hu Dui and their faces painted with special colors, making it impossible to see their true appearance, working together with Fei Hu Dui. When we asked Ba Tian about this later, he told us that he was also impressed by the opponent's combat power and suspected that they were a mainland army. At that time, we initially concluded that the opponent was likely a special forces unit. This is also the only plausible explanation for our mercenary team being completely annihilated."

  "What made you make your final decision?"

  Because of Tang Yun.

  "Yes, it's Tang Yun!" Stephen continued to say: "That night, Tang Yun got into a conflict with a young man because he had taken a liking to a woman. After the young man beat up Tang Yun's personal bodyguard, Tang Yun immediately brought 76 people to take revenge on him. Unexpectedly, the people Tang Yun brought were easily defeated by the other side's five people."

  "Five people?"

  "Against five people! And the young man who led them was a friend of Poon Yuen Fei, the head of Hong Kong's Organized Crime Unit, who had just given an interview at a police press conference. They seemed to have a very close relationship, calling each other brothers. What's even stranger is that when Tang Yun was about to fight, Wang Gang, a retired member of China's special forces, chatted with the young man for a few sentences and then persuaded Tang Yun to back down. And when both sides started fighting, he just stood by and watched. Afterwards, we found out that Poon Yuen Fei had never had such a friend before. He seemed to have appeared out of thin air and then disappeared into thin air again. Think about it, someone who can make a retired special forces soldier stand idly by when his boss is in trouble, and also call the high-ranking Poon Yuen Fei "brother", must be very powerful. According to Luk Tat's judgment, that Wang Gang was quite skilled, almost on par with Luk Tat himself, and even Luk Tat didn't have the confidence to win against him."

  Mute nodded slightly.

  "This is a video shot by a Hong Kong citizen with his mobile phone, which almost recorded the whole process of the conflict. Although the image is not very clear, it's already enough for Brett to make a judgment." Steven stopped talking and handed it over to Brett.

  Burt patched the image onto the big screen and began his analysis.

  "Judging from their movements, all five of them are highly skilled, especially that young man. Their actions are all lethal techniques, a killing method used only by special forces around the world. Although they don't have any weapons in hand, if they wanted to, they could kill Tang Yun with just one move. So many people with special forces skills gathering together is absolutely not a coincidence. The only explanation is that they are active military personnel and are on a mission. That's why Wang Gang didn't dare to make any rash moves, even advising his boss.

  Then, Pike spoke slowly and deliberately: "Their combat strength is absolutely above our mercenaries. If we want revenge, it has to be when they're alone, and it's best if that mysterious killer makes a move at the same time!"

  Dong Zhuo's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he loudly asked: "Are they really that strong?"

  "This is still my conservative estimate, their actual combat strength, only stronger, not weaker!" Nodded Bart.

  "So it is! What's the name of that young leader?"

  Zhang Hang

  When Fang Rong slowly uttered these two words, Ouyang Qiushui finally finished her work and was preparing to go home for vacation with Zhang Hang.

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