radicalducati Chapter 47 Let's have a feast!
Chapter 47 Let's have a feast!
Six days later
Kowloon District is experiencing continuous rain.
While the whole of Hong Kong was reporting on the upcoming Chinese-Western boxing match, the foreign police superintendent, who had already made a fortune from the sensational event, was counting his money in his office.
Even after counting them over and over, he still couldn't hide his smile.
But when it came time to put the money in the bag, he reluctantly separated a large portion and packed it separately.
This is to be given to the Chief Superintendent above him.
Don't be fooled by the fact that foreign police superintendents wield real power and are imposing in front of Fat Bo and Hung Chun-nam. In the same Western system, a superintendent is at best slightly better than the lower-ranking officers and has no access to the higher-ups.
This also meant that he never actually received a large share of the loot.
In that case, he had no choice but to squeeze more money from those below him.
The reason for the mistreatment of Hong Zhennan and Fei Bo is this.
After all, for him, every little bit more he could earn was a bonus.
As darkness fell and the rain intensified
The foreign police superintendent glanced at the time, put down the newspaper in his hand, put on his coat, and prepared to go back.
He lived in a hillside residence, a two-story detached house with a small garden and terrace.
Their mode of transportation was a police station-issued British Minks sedan, a dark-painted classic car that resembled a Volkswagen Beetle in appearance.
The driver, an Indian man wearing a turban, opened the back door for him before he got in and the car set off.
In the rain, the car slowly drove along the stone-paved road.
The weather was bad, and there were hardly any pedestrians on either side of the street at this time.
Especially after leaving the city center, the population thinned out, but the road leading to the mid-levels residence was very smooth, simply because the area was mostly inhabited by bank managers, foreign police superintendents, and lawyers.
The front of the Beetle wobbled slightly as it drove over a wet, rainy road.
The foreign police superintendent paused in his reading of the newspaper and looked up.
Ah San quickly explained, "Sir, it looks like you ran over something?"
After driving for a while longer, the Beetle became increasingly sluggish, and the car began to slip more and more.
Finally, I had to pull over at a roadside in the rain: "Sir, I'll get out and take a look."
The foreign police superintendent cursed under his breath and waved his hand, telling him to hurry up and get it over with.
The Indian man got out of the car in the rain and immediately noticed something punctured in the rear tire.
Are those barbed wire caltrops?
And there's more than one.
Strange, how come there are things like this on this road?
The foreign police superintendent rolled down the car window: "What is that?"
Ah San handed over a caltrop that he had pulled out.
"What? What's this?"
"Barbed wire".
A barbed wire caltrop is a type of iron object that, no matter how it is thrown, will always land with a sharp point pointing upwards.
This kind of thing would normally be quite conspicuous, but today the rain was getting heavier and the road was flooded, so it was hard to see and was simply run over.
Just as Ah San was preparing to repair his car in the rain, he suddenly noticed two dark human figures walking towards him through the rain in the distance.
Ah San wiped the rain off his face and was about to take a closer look.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out!
Bang!
A patch of bright red blood gushed out from Ah San's chest!
He instinctively reached for his gun at his waist, but then a second and a third shot rang out!
The torrential rain drowned out most of the gunshots, but the foreign police superintendent, who was just a door away, clearly heard them. He especially noticed that his pupils suddenly contracted after the driver fell straight down!
Turning my head, I saw two dark figures running behind me.
The foreign police superintendent, disregarding his dignity, pushed open the car door and drew his revolver, firing two shots outwards.
Taking advantage of the moment when the two dark figures dodged, he hurriedly jumped out of the Beetle and immediately fled towards his hillside residence.
Although this area is sparsely populated, most of the residents in the Mid-Levels residences are middle-class people from Hong Kong Island, so a large number of Indians are stationed to patrol the area.
If it weren't for the rain drowning out the noise, someone would have patrolled the area immediately after the gunshot.
The foreign police superintendent was hoping to encounter rescue as soon as possible. As he ran, he blew the brass whistle in his pocket. The sound was sharp and long, and it carried farther than the short gunshot!
Bang bang!
Two more gunshots rang out in the distance.
Halfway through his run, the foreign police superintendent suddenly found his side stained with blood, and his face turned deathly pale.
He got shot!
After hastily turning back and firing two shots, he continued to stagger away, enduring the pain.
He could already hear the sound of motorcycles; the noise was mixed, clearly indicating there was more than one, which was most likely people patrolling nearby.
There is still hope!!!
……
On the hillside, a jet-black crow landed not far away.
He turned his head to look down at the situation on the mountain road.
With the help of the crow's excellent eyesight, Song Sheng was able to make out the street scene that was covered by rain in the distance.
No wonder Wu Jiuge said those two guys were dangerous.
In this weather, at this distance, and using a Mauser C96 pistol, such a high accuracy was achieved.
Wow, that's quite a marksmanship.
The streets had devolved into a chaotic battle.
Two or three Indians patrolling nearby arrived first, followed by a series of whistles, as more and more Indians began to arrive, forming a de facto encirclement.
For a good ten minutes or so, gunshots continued to ring out intermittently.
Using the crow's eyesight, Song Sheng watched the entire process and couldn't help but admire the two professionals' superb marksmanship.
Two against many, and using Mauser pistols, they actually managed to kill more than ten Sikh Indians, leaving only two of them.
It was only after the two men ran out of bullets that they fell one after another amidst the gunfire.
The two Indian men, still shaken, escorted the foreign police superintendent back to the Beetle.
Just as I was about to escort him away, I looked up and noticed another dark figure emerging from the rain.
The expressions on the faces of all three changed drastically!
Draw your gun and fire a burst!
Bang!Bang!
Two shots missed, and the blurry black figure dashed diagonally!
And the faster you rush, the faster you go!
It was as if layers of rain curtains had suddenly been torn apart.
In the brief interval between the two subsequent missed shots, the dark figure suddenly disappeared from the side of the Beetle parked on the side of the road at an even closer distance.
Just as one of the Indian men with a gun was about to circle around, a butterfly knife precisely pierced his right eye socket, penetrating deep inside.
The excruciating pain caused him to momentarily lose consciousness, and after struggling a few times, he collapsed powerlessly!
The Indian man on the other end noticed his colleague's miserable state and his expression changed drastically.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud thud came from the rear of the Beetle!
The Indian man nervously turned his head with his gun, but a dark figure darted out from the roof of the car like a jackal.
Along with the foreign police superintendent hiding behind the Indian, they were all kicked over and rolled down!
click -
The crisp sound of a Lamberting pistol being cocked rang out.
As soon as Ah San, clutching his aching chest, looked up, a dark figure close to the rain curtain raised his hand and fired a shot.
Even at a distance of two or three meters, Song Sheng can become a sharpshooter.
The Indian man's forehead was instantly pierced!
Blood splattered, covering his entire bearded face, his terrified eyes still holding a last vestige of disbelief.
The foreign police superintendent who got up from the ground, and
I wanted to pick up the revolver that had just fallen.
A dark figure, washed by the rain, stopped in front of him first.
He lifted his foot and stepped on the back of the outstretched hand, grinding it down hard.
"Wow!"
The foreign police superintendent screamed in pain and looked up in alarm.
I was instantly stunned!
Looking at the man standing silently in the rain, his back ramrod straight: "It's...it's you?!"
"I told you," Song Sheng replied with a chilling smile, "See you next time, sir."
As he spoke, he slowly bent down, and his firm and confident voice rang out through the pouring rain: "Officer, I've come to keep my appointment!"
Seeing Song Sheng raise his gun, the foreign superintendent forgot his pain and screamed in panic:
"No, you can't kill me! I'm a Royal Superintendent of the British Empire! I'm a Royal Superintendent—"
"Your Majesty!!!"
Bang!
The bullet pierced through the foreigner's palm as he instinctively raised his hand to beg for mercy, and also struck the foreign police superintendent's forehead, leaving a very clear bloody hole!
Rainwater mixed with blood stained the street where no one survived.
A black crow flapped its wings and landed on Song Sheng's shoulder.
The icy voice was eventually drowned out by the rain:
"Come on, let's have a good meal."