stonecrandall Chapter 39: Destroying the Pink Tyrant, A Bountiful Harvest
Chapter 39: Destroying the Pink Tyrant, A Bountiful Harvest
Chen Fan, who had infiltrated the area, fired a shot at anyone he saw, a precise 56mm caliber shot, and the drug dealers fell one after another.
Even those who had already fallen couldn't escape Chen Fan's follow-up shots.
The gunshots brought those guys to their senses. The foreigner's bodyguard raised his gun over the stone table at the front desk and fired a burst of blind shots.
"Da Sang, you broke your promise!"
The foreigner huddled behind the stone table and loudly accused them.
Gandhi's henchman, Dasang, had already been killed by a grenade. Now, the men Dasang brought were hiding behind cover and firing continuously.
Chen Fan crouched down to one side to avoid being hit by the stray bullets, but he didn't stop firing his gun.
The entire sail factory has a reception hall at the front, and the sailboat manufacturing area and a loft at the back.
bang bang bang...
A burst of gunfire rang out from the back door.
The intense gunfire made both sides realize that they had been surrounded by a third party.
In order to survive, the two sides silently put aside their past grievances and chose to join forces.
back door.
The plane and Ahua each grabbed a shotgun and started blasting the iron gate.
"Awesome! This was even better than the previous times!"
"We have no vision, so stop getting carried away and save your bullets," Ahua reminded them.
"You two, hide well."
Ao Ming pulled out two grenades, pulled them out, and threw them directly under the iron gate.
With two loud "booms," the riddled iron gate collapsed.
Before the drug dealers inside could react, Ao Ming had already raised his rifle and started firing precise shots.
In less than two minutes, nearly ten drug lord henchmen who tried to escape were killed.
Hearing the intense gunfire from the back door, the people in the front hall completely abandoned any idea of escaping through the back door.
The foreign leader shouted, "Their main force is at the back door; charge out from the front!"
The remaining seven or eight drug dealers slowly gathered together and crept towards the main entrance.
Listening to the approaching breathing sounds, Chen Fan took out another grenade and threw it low towards the location where the breathing sounds were most concentrated.
"Boss, someone's snuck in!"
"Ah, a grenade!"
"Get out of the way!"
A white bodyguard tackled his leader to the ground and sent him tumbling to the side.
boom!
The explosions claimed the lives of three or four more drug dealers.
Chen Fan moved to a different position, eliminating the few remaining survivors and bringing the raid to a complete end.
The foreigners in the front hall and Gandhi's men, totaling nearly thirty people, took down the enemy without injury thanks to the hand grenades.
Chen Fan pulled a box full of money from the ruins and quickly ran up to the attic to open the safe and loot the spoils.
The safe, which was about half a person's height, contained quite a lot of assets, including Hong Kong dollars, US dollars, gold, and jewelry. In a hidden compartment next to the safe, there were also pre-packaged white powder. Including the portion in the main hall, there was at least five kilograms of it.
"These foreigners are really fucking arrogant."
They keep their assets in safes and leave their drugs out in the open; these guys aren't afraid of being reported at all.
The powder is definitely not to be taken; it should be saved for Huang Bingyao to earn credit.
After looting the bag, Chen Fan didn't linger. He casually took a few guns that the drug dealers had fired in the lobby, wiped all traces off his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and casually stuffed it into the hands of one of Gandhi's men.
It's a case of double-crossing, so it's normal for both sides to suffer casualties, right?
Having done all this, it was time to retreat.
Chen Fan did not leave through the back door rashly, but instead went around through the front door, called the three of them, and left as quickly as possible.
Seven or eight minutes later.
Police cars roared in, cutting through the rain.
Seeing the devastation inside the sail factory, Huang Bingyao's face darkened.
Good news: Six or seven kilograms of heroin were seized from the drug dealers' hideout.
The bad news is that quite a few drug dealers have died—more than thirty people.
Before leaving, Chen Fan put all the white powder in the attic into a bag, then pretended that he had been shot and hadn't had time to take it with him.
The bullet holes left in the attic are the best irrefutable evidence.
This wasn't the first time Chen Fan had ever faked or altered a crime scene; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was quite skilled at it.
Chen Fan and his group returned to Mong Kok just after 11 p.m.
The inventory of the spoils was quick.
This operation resulted in the seizure of over 1.3 million US dollars, nearly 10 million Hong Kong dollars, and 600,000 pounds sterling. The remaining gold and jewelry amounted to only around 1 million.
Half of the Hong Kong dollars came from Gandhi's men.
If it weren't for the fact that the foreigner wanted to leave it to Huang Bingyao, Chen Fan would have wanted to capture him alive and interrogate him thoroughly about what other assets he was hiding.
"Ahua, Feiji, each of you take 100,000. In a few days, I'll get each of you a 1,000-square-foot luxury apartment."
"A thousand-square-foot mansion?" Ah Hua swallowed hard and said with a grin, "Brother Fan, you're being way too good to us."
The plane was also a little incredulous: "Yeah, Brother Fan, you're not mistaken, are you?"
"If you don't want them, I can save them for Fly and Uncle Da," Chen Fan said with a smile.
Ahua quickly said, "No! Fly can't even handle the weight of a house, I won't make things difficult for him."
"Keep tonight's events a secret." Chen Fan paused, then added, "Also, see how many US dollars we have left. Get me two million. Once Jimmy finishes his background check on the factory and confirms everything is fine, we'll give him the money to settle the account and take over the factory."
"clear."
Ahua is now full of energy.
In a few days, he will be a homeowner.
Although housing prices are currently low, a 1,000-square-foot luxury home still costs around 600,000.
Chen Fan understood the value of a thousand-square-foot mansion, but this wasn't the first time Ahua and Feiji had done this for him. These two were his true confidants, and giving them a house would put their minds at ease.
Housing prices aren't that high these days; he can afford it completely.
If you want others to follow you wholeheartedly, you have to give them something to look forward to. If there's nothing to look forward to, why would anyone risk their life for you?
Crows are the best example.
He was unwilling to give him a settlement allowance, so his men not only took his money but also tried to stab him with knives.
It's just that that guy was exposed early; if he had stabbed us in the back at a crucial moment, even the crow would have been out of a job sooner.
"Pfft, I didn't expect you to be so good at winning people over."
After the two left, Ao Ming gave a joking smile.
"They're brothers who've been through thick and thin together, so it's only right to give them a reward."
Chen Fan pulled her into his arms and smiled, "Little Ming, what kind of reward do you think I should give you?"
Ao Ming blushed and grabbed Chen Fan's large, wandering hands, saying earnestly, "The best reward is if you don't torment me for a few more days."
"That's clearly a punishment, how can it be considered a reward?"
"Stop it, if you want to cause trouble, go cause trouble for someone else."
Ao Ming was truly terrified.
The idea that there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, but no fields that are ruined by plowing, is pure nonsense.
Chen Fan chuckled and pulled out a heart-shaped pendant, saying, "This is for you."
"How about we find a bigger house and move out in a few days?"
"You can decide for yourself. Just put it on me now."
Ao Ming moved forward a bit, lifted his hair to reveal his fair neck, and closed his eyes with a look of anticipation.
The pendant was not a trophy, but a custom-made item that Chen Fan had commissioned. It was inlaid with a ruby the size of his little finger.
This gem was a prize he won in a lottery before.