Survive a Great Calamity and Good Fortune Will Follow?
"Go back to my home!"
The truck and the car roared together as they sped onto Green Island Road, heading towards downtown Macau.
Inside the car, Song Tianyao's chest was being rubbed by Huang Liu for a good five or six minutes before he finally let out a heavy sigh, "Damn it, thank goodness you arranged for a bulletproof vest, Brother Six, otherwise..."
The driver was Huang Liu's father Huang Sen's old subordinate, the same skeletal-faced man who fired the shot. He spoke up, "Mr. Song, these four bastards are clearly seasoned veterans. Their ambush timing was impeccable. If you hadn't instructed everyone to be on guard beforehand, even with the young master and wearing bulletproof vests, you probably wouldn't have made it back alive."
Song Tianyao, his eyes slightly rolled back, lay weakly on the back seat and said, "The three surviving gunmen can't be allowed to die. Uncle, please help me interrogate them thoroughly."
"Don't worry, once they're in our Taishan Squad's hands, we'll even teach that mute a lesson he'll learn what 'surrender' means. We'll make sure you get all the details about their ancestors." The skeletal man grinned sinisterly. "The boss's got nothing better to do at home than play around with these three."
The two cars left Green Island District, and the impoverished residents of Green Island District dispersed after a brief period of panic. Two figures hid under the eaves of a wooden house. One of the young men, with his hand on his waist and eyes scanning the surroundings, whispered to his companion:
"Sir, we've lost four brothers in the first exchange of fire. The enemy is clearly on guard. What should we do?"
His companion, a thin man in his mid-thirties, took a foil packet from his pocket, smacked some white powder onto the back of his hand, pressed it to his nostrils, and inhaled it all. Then, flaring his nostrils, he tilted his head back and let out a satisfied breath, saying:
"Damn it, it's Huang Sen's Taishan Squad. These bandits, Huang Sen, first joined the Kuomintang, then the Communist Party, and now they've come to Macau. I fought with these bandits in Doumen before. These bandits are more powerful than Li Jilan's army. The Taishan Squad and the Beihai Squad, the two bandit groups that joined the Communist Party, together number only a little over 700, but they held Doumen and fought against Li Jilan's more than 3,000 men all night until they ran out of ammunition before they moved on."
"What do we do now, sir?" the young man asked the other party.
The gaunt man sniffed. "We always follow the rules. Since we've taken Jiang Mingcong's money, of course we'll kill him without hesitation. We know where Huang Sen lives, no questions asked. Have the brothers grab their weapons, storm into Huang Sen's house, and kill him! Let Huang Sen know he can't rest easy in Macau just because he's sided with his mother, He Xian. I'm a Kuomintang, and he's a traitor who's sided with the Communist Party. If he angers me, I'll kill him too, just to cleanse the Party-State of scum! If we really kill Huang Sen, when we have a chance to go to Taiwan, maybe the Chairman will reward us with the rank of Major General."
As he spoke, the thin man's eyes gradually rolled upwards, clearly indicating that he was in a state of delirious excitement due to the effects of the drugs.
The young man beside him gripped the pistol at his waist and escorted his superior towards a small truck on the highway. Since his superior had said that things had to be done according to the rules and that he would definitely do what he was paid for, then he would gather his men and make a big show of attacking Huang Sen's residence. Taking advantage of the chaos on the street, they would wipe out Huang Sen's entire family!
Huang Sen probably never imagined that his gang of 'Big Tin Yi' would dare to land in Macau, break into his residence, and kill him all!
Chapter 339: A Great Fate Leads to Good Fortune?
Although the two men were incredibly arrogant, boasting that they would drive their truck back to South Bay to gather men to forcibly kill Huang Sen at his residence, before the truck had even truly left the Green Island District, and had just passed several high piles of straw by the roadside, two cars had already pulled up one after the other, blocking the truck between them.
Jiang Mingcong poked his head out from the back seat of the car in front and waved to the truck, signaling it to stop.
Upon seeing Jiang Mingcong, the Big Tin Yi on the truck slowly brought it to a stop. As Jiang Mingcong opened the door and got out, the middle-aged man who was using drugs also jumped off the truck and stood in front of the truck, impatiently saying to Jiang Mingcong:
"Brother Cong, although I lost four brothers, and the money you gave me this time has resulted in a loss, our rules will not be broken. We will definitely deal with the other side for you. I'm going back now to arrange manpower and rearrange things."
Jiang Mingcong smiled, took out a cigarette, walked over, and offered it to the other man, saying, "Brother Yufu has always been a man of principle; I trust him. No one expected him to be so wary..."
Just as the middle-aged man named Yufu received a cigarette from Jiang Mingcong and put it in his mouth, striking a match, before the match even lit, Jiang Mingcong put the cigarette pack back in his suit pocket and took it out again. At that moment, a pistol was already in his hand. With his left hand, he reached out and grabbed the man's neck, while his right hand pressed the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's chest and fired three shots!
The bullet entered through his chest, leaving three large, teacup-sized holes in his back!
Before Big Tin Yi, who was driving the truck, could react, Jiang Mingcong's men, who had already quietly stood next to the truck door, flashed past and fired two shots at the other man from the side window. The bullets knocked open the man's head.
Jiang Mingcong pushed the corpse to the ground, glanced down at his suit to see no bloodstains, put away his pistol, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands, coldly saying to the unseeing corpse:
"I thought you sea monsters would be useful on land, but it turns out you're only fit for catching fish and shrimp at sea. The likes of you will just be thrown back into the sea to feed the fish once you're at the Macau docks. Let's go."
He had barely uttered the words "He's gone" when several Wanlida cars suddenly sped out from both sides of Green Island Road. Judging from the straw still clinging to the cars, they had clearly been camouflaged in straw. In a matter of moments, before Jiang Mingcong could even react, the six cars had blocked off the road like a roadblock!
"What a lively scene, A-Cong." A middle-aged man with neat short hair, a respectable appearance, and around forty years old, dressed in a black Zhongshan, stepped out of a car with two bodyguards behind him and spoke to the stunned Jiang Mingcong with a forced smile.