By the time the police arrived, twenty minutes had passed. Even the ambulances had beaten them there.
The first thing they saw was evidence of the firefight at the foot of the mountain. Three cars had been riddled with bullets.
Apart from Tin Yeung-yee, who had been shot in the stomach and shoulder and sat leaning against a car's trunk while a doctor bandaged him, there were bodies everywhere.
"Hands up! Put down your weapon!" Several cops immediately aimed their guns at Tin Yeung-yee.
"Are you fucking sick? I'm a bodyguard! I have a license!" Tin Yeung-yee cursed, pulling his bodyguard license out of his jacket and tossing it over.
"What happened here?" the cop leading the team asked only after confiscating Tin Yeung-yee's gun.
"We were heading up the mountain when these two cars came charging out, full of armed thugs... Our boss went farther up. You'd better hurry up and check on him!" Tin Yeung-yee's smile held a hint of glee at their impending misfortune. These cops were probably in for it.
His boss didn't exactly have a good temper.
But that was none of his business. He hated these cops for taking so long to arrive, too.
The chief inspector leading the team had a headache as well. He knew the victims were He Qing and Gu Sheng. One had a troublesome background, while the other was trouble himself.
He cursed his superior every way he could think of, now hoping only that nothing had happened farther up.
Leaving a few men to secure the scene, he led the others up the mountain.
They hadn't gone far before they saw a car parked there, with several people standing beside it. One look farther ahead made the cops' scalps prickle.
Bodies and severed hands littered the ground ahead,