“What the hell! Even Lian Hao Dong was stunned. The boxes weren't filled with money, but with AK47 assault rifles, dozens of them pointed at him!
“Bang bang bang bang~"
“Da da da da da~"
Gunfire thundered at the docks, a continuous barrage. Fifty AK47s fired simultaneously, their firepower overwhelming even the Hong Kong Police Force's Flying Tigers. Zhong Yi Xin's men were falling like dominoes.
Lian Hao Dong, in the line of fire, was riddled with bullets. His body was riddled with holes, his eyes wide open in death.
“Aaaaaaaaaah! My brother won't let you get away with this!"
Lian Hao Dong, a mediocre fighter, was killed instantly in the first volley. A Wu, standing beside him, screamed in fury.
“Brother Dong! Aaaah! You killed Brother Dong! I'll fight you all!”
A Wu was a simpleton, fiercely loyal. His wife was stolen, and he still didn't know. He was the most pathetic thug in the film "Fatal Move" – a total idiot.
Yang Jun couldn't stand it. He was better off killing A Wu than letting him die in a gang fight.
Yang Jun had been rewarded with Master-level gun skills. His recoil control was phenomenal. An AK47 wasn't meant for precision aiming. It was about holding your stance, controlling the recoil, and unleashing a barrage of bullets, all in one fluid motion.
A Wu was shot in the forehead and neck. He died instantly, lying on the concrete floor, twitching, blood spilling from his mouth. Clearly, he was dead.
“Fight? What are you going to fight with?”
Yang Jun's marksmanship was exceptional. With each clip, seven or eight men on the other side fell. They dropped like wheat in a harvest.
“Leave no survivors! Kill them all!”
Yang Jun scanned the scene, his voice cold as he issued orders to his men.
There was no one standing on the other side. Yang Jun aimed his gun at Lian Hao Dong’s forehead and fired. Then, he systematically shot each of Zhong Yi Xin’s men, each bullet finding its mark between the eyes.
A headshot guarantees death, while a chest shot might not.
One by one, the men, emotionless, fired shots into the corpses. No matter how many bullets had already riddled a body, they followed the protocol – one bullet in the forehead.
Suddenly, a Zhong Xin Yi thug moved on the ground, seemingly rising from the dead. Had he come back to life?
Everyone was startled. The guy was covered in blood, as if he'd been shot numerous times. He'd actually been smearing himself with the blood of the fallen to feign death.
His plan was to wait for the assassins to leave and then slip away unnoticed. He never expected them to be so ruthless, finishing off even the dead with a final shot.
He couldn't bear the psychological pressure any longer. He got up and tried to escape under cover of darkness.
“Damn! This guy was faking it! Kill him!”
It took less than three seconds for the thug who wanted to sneak away to be lying on the ground, a genuine corpse this time.
“A Ji, dispose of the bodies. Leave no trace."
“Yes, Boss."
The attack was sudden. Yang Jun and his men outnumbered and outgunned Zhong Yi Xin's men. It was a one-sided victory.
All fifteen of Lian Hao Dong's men lay dead on the docks.
“Boss, we lost two brothers and three are critically injured. Everyone else is fine!”
Tian Yang Sheng walked up to Yang Jun, reporting the casualties.
“Dispose of the bodies of our fallen brothers. Send the critically injured to a private clinic. Spare no expense to save them. Charge the medical bills to the company."
“Yes, Boss!"
Everyone went about their tasks. Yang Jun looked at the spoils of war, a grin spreading across his face.
“Take these back. And those Hummer trucks too. All of them back to the base."
Damn! With these weapons, they could even stand toe-to-toe with the Flying Tigers.
Yang Jun puffed on his cigar, gazing at the four Hummer trucks across the way. Their armor could withstand sniper fire. Only rockets could pierce the plating.
Also, each vehicle had a 12.7mm Gatling gun mounted on the roof. Four barrels spinning and firing 2,000 rounds per minute. This kind of firepower was only seen on the battlefields of the Middle East.
“This is good stuff! Boss, we're rich!"
Tian Yang Sheng’s eyes lit up. He stared at the Hummers and Gatling guns, his heart overflowing with glee. Gatling guns were a man's dream.
“Haha! Look at you, you have no ambition! Head back to the Moth Mountain secret base."
Yang Jun had bought some land on Moth Mountain for Fei Long, intending to train a special forces unit, a private army, an international mercenary company.
Of course, Hong Kong didn’t allow mercenary companies, so Yang Jun had to keep it secret.
Their convoy of over ten vehicles reached Moth Mountain. At the entrance of the mountain, there was a factory gate with a sign that read “Jiuzhou Food Company."
This was Yang Jun’s idea. On the surface, they ran a food company, specializing in bottled water and instant noodles. But behind the facade, the company held a secret.
The company’s security department had a hidden training ground and shooting range. The training ground was concealed and off-limits to outsiders!
The vehicles drove into the security department's courtyard. The guards at the gate recognized Yang Jun and let them in.
Fei Long, stepping into this place for the first time, looked around in wonder. The 500-square-meter shooting range had both stationary and moving targets.
“What do you think, Fei Long? This place is pretty good, right? It cost me 3 million to renovate."
Land on the mountain was cheap, so the entire training ground and shooting range cost only 3 million. It was money well spent.
“It's incredible, Jun Ge. This place is amazing!"
Yang Jun ordered his men to unload the boxes from the vehicles. Tian Yang Sheng and Tian Yang Yi were impatient to test things out. They grabbed night-vision goggles and put them on, then donned bulletproof vests, combat vests, tactical pants, tactical boots, and bulletproof helmets.
They each grabbed an M16 assault rifle and a Glock 17 pistol, their arsenal complete – armed to the teeth.
Fei Long stared at Tian Yang Sheng’s outfit, his eyes wide with astonishment. He blurted out,
“Jun Ge, tell me the truth. Are you planning to attack the Governor’s residence?”
Goodness! These guys were armed more heavily than the Flying Tigers!
What kind of legitimate black boss would do this? They weren’t spending their money on women, they were training an army of mercenaries! Were they going to start with just a bowl like Zhu Yuanzhang and drive out the barbarians?
“Attack what? Hong Kong will soon be returning to mainland China. Do you think we’re still in the Qing Dynasty?”
Yang Jun said with a sarcastic tone. He couldn’t touch Hong Kong, but it was still ten years before reunification. For now, it was alright to poke the British in the eye.
“Tian Yang Sheng, listen to my orders."
“Yes sir!”
Tian Yang Sheng had served in the People’s Liberation Army in mainland China and had fought in the Vietnam War. After that, he joined his comrades as a mercenary in the Middle East and North Africa, living a life on the edge.
When he heard Yang Jun’s voice, he instinctively saluted in a perfect military manner.
“I’m appointing you as Security Manager of Jiuzhou Food Company. You’ll be in charge of 50 security personnel. Train them strictly, following the standards of special forces."
“Tian Yang Yi, you are the deputy manager, assist the manager with day-to-day work!”
“Yes, Boss!"
Fei Long was dumbfounded. He looked at the heavily armed Tian Yang Sheng, then at the fierce-looking men.
“You call these guys security guards?”