Hong Kong Island Old Events

Jiang Hongyan saw Wu Shijie turning back alone, his blood boiled, he gritted his teeth and fled forward with his brothers.

Tonight, it was not that the big boss had not made preparations in the factory. For example, a group of brothers were waiting at Shek Kip Mei. But he did not expect that Lien Kung Lok would be so frantic and could deploy more than a hundred troops. It was no longer a simple struggle for interests. , is a state of life and death.

Zhang Jingrong used Liu Rongju to do things because Liu Rongju dared to do it, but he didn't expect that Liu Rongju not only dared to do it, but was also audacious!

It was impossible for He Dingxian to drive out the entire family of each opponent. When he sent Liu Fu away, he knew that Liu Rongju was in charge of Lian Gong Le.

But at that time, Liu Rongju's situation was over, and it would be impossible for him to become famous again in the future. In addition, he took advantage of the situation to kill people, simply and neatly, and could not implicate his family.

That's too much!

Just like Liu Rongju's behavior at this moment, he not only set fire to the warehouse, but also smashed the factory. Wu Shijie touched the window of the warehouse in the chaos and saw someone pouring kerosene on boxes of newspapers and lighting them with matches. The fire appeared and shone brightly. Looking at his face.

Wu Shijie's pupils reflected the fire, and he was lying if he said he was not afraid. But thinking of the big boss carrying the two brothers with one hand, and thinking of the words the big boss said on his lips, he secretly made up his mind to break the window and turn over into the warehouse. , opened the nearest cardboard box and grabbed a newspaper, turned around and continued to escape through the window. This set of actions was really successful.

"Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in the sky, if you have the opportunity, seize it!" He was filled with excitement and panic. When he ran a few steps with the newspaper in his hand, several Lian Gongle and several swordsmen suddenly appeared in front of him, and the leader looked at him. With a sarcastic face and a murderous look on his face, he quickly stepped forward with his sword raised: "Kill him!"

The head is cut off with a single blow.

Wu Shijie barely had time to react when a bloody stab appeared on his face. He fell to the ground in agony and weakness. He raised his hands to protect his head, but his back was slashed several times. He was so scarred for a while that he almost fainted. .

The man in the lead seemed to be dissatisfied. He stopped his hand and said loudly: "Dare you kill my boss? Bring me the kerosene!"

Immediately, a can of remaining kerosene was brought and handed to the elder brother. The man picked up the kerosene and poured it all on Wu Shi. As a match fell to the ground, a fire instantly broke out on the ground.

Wu Shijie suddenly woke up from a coma, struggled forward to fight for his life, and fell on the grass in a field ditch, burning into ashes along with the newspaper in his hand...

At this moment, a group of aggressive gangsters holding machetes and wearing white shirts lined up in more than a dozen rows and walked out of the housing estate step by step. The leader stared at the factory fire in front of him and raised the knife with a stern look in his eyes: "Beat them! Tonight!" , let them burn to ashes like weeds!"

"yes!"

"Brother Hao!" Da Xia, Xiao Xia, A Ming and others stood around the boss and agreed in unison, raising their swords to attack the enemy.

Wu Shihao took the lead, and when he saw the man with a red scarf on his arm, he raised his knife and cut him. He did not expect that within two days of arriving in Hong Kong, the big boss's factory would be set on fire. When he arrived in front of the factory, he looked around and saw the situation. There was chaos, there were many injured people on the ground, and my heart was slightly trembling, so I could only hold the handle of the knife in my hand tighter.

In the factory, a clerk from Lian Gong Le rushed into the front of the leading restaurant. He looked panicked and exclaimed: "Master Ding! A group of people rushed out from the housing estate!"

"What are you afraid of?" Liu Rongju looked calm and turned around to yell angrily. Zha Shiren swallowed his saliva: "Fire!"

"The fire is burning!"

When Liu Rongju saw that the fire had illuminated his surroundings, and thick smoke continued to roll in through the windows, his face was stiff and stunned, and he decisively ordered: "Kill out!"

They did not choose the path their opponents took to escape, but simply turned around and chose the way they came, because the situation there was the clearest and the distance was the closest. However, the two groups of people were so lucky that they collided head-on.

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In the office area of ​​the plainclothes unit in Sham Shui Po, Cai Siu-kwong was eating late-night snacks with his staff and listening to the mid-month horse racing on the radio. Suddenly, he saw a uniformed policeman rushing in in a panic, with a nervous tone, and stammered: "Sir Cai, Shek Kip Mei is on fire."

"Is it on fire?" Cai Zhaoguang put down his chopsticks, looked stunned, and cursed with a smile: "It's on fire, if it's on fire, go to the fire department! Why do you want me to do it?"

Today, he received a phone call from Chen Li, asking him to take care of Oriental Paper to prevent anyone from causing trouble at night, so he simply took the guys to work the night shift in the office.

During this period, Oriental Paper not only sent red envelopes from time to time, but some of the team leaders and managers who worked there were also his relatives and fellow villagers.

There is a factory where workers can be arranged at will. He feels that it is very honorable and will be praised by relatives. Naturally, he is willing to help more.

However, the uniformed police sergeant adjusted his speaking speed and repeated neatly: "Someone set fire to the Oriental Paper Factory, and now the whole Shek Kip Mei is on fire!"

"It's burning!"

Cai Siu-kwong knew that all the wooden houses in Shek Kip Mei were built by new immigrants. It was common for house fires to occur occasionally. Sometimes several houses would be burned down in a row and more than a dozen people would die. However, deliberate arson and fire were different. People discover it quickly, and people usually put it out and call out the fire when it first breaks out. The process takes a while. Secondly, the time of fire is usually the night before. At that time, the residents of the housing estate are not sleeping yet, and no one will sleep if they want to. Who is lighting the candle?

Deliberate arson requires igniting materials. The fire is so fierce that it is often impossible to extinguish it for a few households. Secondly, it is now entering the middle of the night, and most of the residents of the housing estate have already rested. Thirdly, it is a paper factory that is on fire!

Not to mention other things, how many combustible materials are there in the paper mill? There must be at least two hundred meters away before there are residents. In addition, the Dongchang Paper Factory is built on the mountain, or the entire Shek Kip Mei is at the foot of the mountain, and the paper factory is built at the entrance of Shek Kip Mei. The topography It's a valley pocket.

In the office area, more than 20 plainclothes agents stood up in unison, their expressions mixed with stiffness, shock and disbelief.

Cai Zhaoguang didn't even say a word of order. He grabbed his gun and rushed out of the mission hall. When he stood at the mission door and saw the fire in the distance, he couldn't help but trembled all over: "The wind is so strong!"

In the distance, at the foot of the mountain a few kilometers away, billowing smoke has filled the world, and the fire is burning the mountain, stretching for ten miles!

In an apartment in Yau Ma Tei, Chen Li kept slapping his hands towards the living room and dining room, saying with an angry and sad expression: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"They only care about money and don't care about human life. There are more than 100,000 people in Shek Kip Mei!"

"More than 100,000 people!"

Daji was wearing a military uniform and was sweating profusely. He first borrowed the news from the police station and then ran to the chief's house to report the news. The current situation made him uneasy.

Because he also has relatives and friends living in Shek Kip Mei.

When Lard Boy and a group of brothers rushed to the Shek Kip Mei Factory, the entire factory had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and even the Shek Kip Mei House Village had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire department's rescue vehicle arrived belatedly. Not only did it not speed up on the road, it drove slower and slower because the fire department was afraid of the fire ahead. It was impossible for Chief Gui Lao to rush to the fire scene and do firefighting to save the Chinese in the refugee area. The Chinese people who are members of the Communist Party of China are inevitably greedy for life and fear of death. Everything is done because of politics. Even after the director learned about the situation, he acquiesced to the people below to let the fire burn spontaneously. If there was a chance, he would build an isolation zone on the mountain to protect the forest. Just fine.

Shek Kip Mei is just a refugee area, with more than 100,000 refugees living in the countryside.

"Where are the people!"

"Where are the people putting out the fire!" Lardboy's hands and feet became more flexible, and he grabbed the collar of a younger brother with both hands. The younger brother said blankly: "No, there is no one to put out the fire."

"Hold!"

Lardboy suddenly loosened his collar and cursed angrily. Suddenly, a stream of flames rolled up under the wind and waves, as if a heat wave hit his face. He quickly raised his hands to cover his face. When the heat wave passed, several of his arms and sleeves had been pierced by sparks. Through the small hole, a stream of sparks blew farther away.

Lardboy understood that it wasn't that no one was trying to put out the fire, but that the fire was so big that no one was in despair.

Run away!

Escape!

Far more important than putting out fires!

Lardboy calmed down his breath and said with a gloomy face: "Where are Ajie, Xin Kai, Brother Hao and the others..."

"Brother Zai, Ajie went to the warehouse to get the newspaper, and he was never seen again. I cut Xin Kai down with my own hands. It would be best to die in the fire. As for Brother Hao..." Jiang Yanhong's face was covered with dust, and he looked more or less like He was a charcoal: "I heard from people that he led people to fight with Liu Rongju, and drove Liu Rongju away from the back door and rushed him to the housing estate."

"Okay, let's go into the housing estate, okay." Lardboy gritted his teeth and said, "Burn! Burn with the villagers! The ashes will be stepped on every day!"

Jiang Yanhong saw Brother Zai's expression going crazy. He smashed his mouth and stopped talking. Lard Zai asked again, "Is it really Liu Rongju?"

"real."

Jiang Yanhong nodded: "I have fought with him before. Although we have no friendship before, at least I have seen him on the street and I will never admit his mistake!"

"Okay, great."

Lardboy laughed loudly and said: "He loves burning so much, why would he be willing to burn just a warehouse or a paper mill? That's right! People who do big things, the more they burn, the better, the more the better, they all want it Go down and be buried with you!”

"Go to hell!"

Lardboy's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. As a mainland immigrant, he settled in a housing estate and relied on housing estate business to make a living. It could be said that he had been branded as a villager for his whole life. How could he remain indifferent when the housing estate was burned down? This is the first place where he lived a good life after experiencing turbulent times. It has become his hometown before long.

He didn't realize at all that a few tears had fallen from the corners of his eyes, and neither did the others, because the tears had already been dried by the heat.

Jiang Yanhong looked at the appearance of Lard Boy and couldn't help shouting: "Crazy! Brother Zi is crazy!"

"You come into the housing estate with me and tell everyone to run away. Don't take any property, just run away!" Jiang Yanhong turned around and said.

"I got it." A group of people bypassed the area where the fire was the strongest, rushed into the housing estate, and went upstream among the panicked people escaping. Jiang Yanhong also wanted to go home!

His parents both live in an estate!

At the same time, Kowloon Tong, Sham Shui Po, Mong Kok, and Yau Ma Tei police stations have all sent personnel to the scene. On the one hand, they are clearing traffic and organizing escapes. On the other hand, they are trying to control the scene and prevent civil commotion from happening.

Involving the fire in the houses of more than 100,000 people in Shek Kip Mei Uk Estate, the situation will be directly reported to the Government-General's Office, and the Kowloon Police District is under tremendous pressure.

The highest-ranking senior assistant chiefs of the entire police district are already at the scene. Detectives Zhang Jingrong, Zeng Shaoke, Cai Zhaoguang and other Chinese detectives and uniformed sergeants are leading the Chinese police to organize the evacuation on the front line. The remaining Indian police and British police are Holding shields and loaded guns, they are ready to suppress the scene at any time.

At this moment, the fire department vehicles have arrived at the scene. The district chief of Guilao Fire Department came to the senior assistant director, stood at attention, saluted, and reported: "Sir!"

"What is the current opinion of the Fire Department?" The senior assistant director turned around after hearing this. Looking at the intensity of the fire and the seriousness of the disaster, his words became direct.

The fire department chief put down his arms and answered aloud: "The fire is too big to be extinguished by force. The only way is to evacuate the victims as much as possible and set up isolation zones in advance."

"Fight as many fires as possible."

The senior assistant director nodded and said: "Okay!"

Suddenly, he frowned, looked at the fierce crowd outside and asked, "What's going on?"

Zeng Shaoke took the lead and immediately stepped forward to salute: "Sir, you are the representative of the local public opinion and the victims of the disaster."

The senior assistant director was obviously stunned and a little surprised. He thought for a while, nodded and said, "Invite him in."

Lard Boy, led by two Chinese agents, came to a group of majestic officers in uniforms. Surrounded by police officers holding shields and carrying weapons on their waists, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him. He was looking at him, but he was unafraid. He picked up a bag and sprinkled the bag full of banknotes in front of all the ghosts.

Crash, a whole big bag of Hong Kong dollars was flying in the sky, which looked so dazzling outside the fire scene.

There were coins as small as one cent, as well as ten and twenty Hong Kong dollars. The Chinese and ghosts couldn't help but look shocked when they saw a bag of money.

Lardboy then threw away the bag and shouted loudly: "Open your throat!"

"Open your throat!"

No one answered.

He was like crazy and shouted: "It's not like you don't do anything if you don't have money, why would you do anything if you have money! Here is the money that the victims just raised, I also added some, take it! Save me People, put out the fire!”

"Take it! You bastard of a foreign devil!"

Even if the ghost guys didn't understand what Lard Boy said, they still understood the meaning of throwing money on the ground. Their expressions varied for a while, and they became particularly strange under the firelight.

Zhang Jingrong was just about to draw a gun and step forward to warn him, but when he saw the red eyes of Lardboy glance at him, he suddenly realized that even a gun could not give him confidence at times. He felt weak in his heart and unconsciously retracted his right leg that he had just stepped out.

As one of the parties responsible for the Shek Kip Mei fire, he knew that if he made a mistake, he would be on the verge of danger, and he might be doomed in the next second. How could he dare to confront Lard Boy again?

Tonight, I don’t know how many people have lost their families, parents, and property, and I don’t know how many people want to kill him and then hurry up!

In the end, Lardboy was kidnapped, and the money was collected and sent back by the military police. The fire department finally opened the fire to put out the fire, and at the same time selected a group of Chinese firefighters who dared to enter the fire scene to search and rescue the victims.