socalfunplaces Chapter 28 Facing Dafei
Chapter 28 Facing Dafei
"Holy crap! Last time it was over five million, this time it's over ten million. Did you go to the Golden Triangle to grow poppies?" Huang Bingyao was shocked when he saw the goods on the ground.
"If I could grow poppies, this wouldn't be Hong Kong Island, it would be the Golden Triangle!" Wei Chen sat on the rooftop parapet, looking down dismissively.
"Tsk tsk, I really admire you. You managed to get so much stuff in such a short time and bring me so many surprises... It's fortunate that you're an undercover police officer, otherwise you would be a menace if you really entered society." Huang Bingyao said with great admiration.
The police had been conducting Operation Crouching Tiger for a long time, sending out thousands of undercover agents to infiltrate various gangs.
But none of them were as successful as Wei Chen.
The rest either lost contact or took advantage of the chaos, accomplishing nothing and gaining nothing.
Although Wei Chen was not his undercover agent, Huang Bingyao genuinely admired him.
Huang Bingyao himself was an undercover agent, so he naturally understood the difficulties involved.
"The previous debt hasn't been settled yet, and this one has to be handed over. It seems that even if I don't retire, I'll really have a lot to do as Governor of Hong Kong." Wong Bing-yiu took out his wooden gun again and scratched his back, occasionally glancing at Wei Chen with a sly look.
"What, a shipment worth over ten million isn't as important as that piece of junk gun?" Wei Chen raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by a broken gun? It's a gun of kindness!" Wong Bing-yiu shouted. "Besides, my gun is very important. If I really can't find it, I might as well be imprisoned as the Governor of Hong Kong, or even the Chief Justice of Hong Kong."
After all, if something serious really happens, it will all be my responsibility.
"It's already being processed for you," Wei Chen said. "There's a group of students in Edinburgh named Johnny and Xiao Yao, and their leader is called Da Fei."
"Da Fei, Hung Hing's Da Fei?"
"The one at Bijia Mountain," Wei Chen said directly, "it's been confirmed that they took the gun, but we don't know where it is."
We still need to investigate carefully.
"Uncle, I'm entrusting everything to you." Huang Bingyao immediately clasped his hands in a gesture of surprise and delight.
The social menace has now turned into the uncle.
"It's good to have some information, to have a general direction, but I'm afraid there won't be any hint at all..." Huang Bingyao was both delighted and worried:
"But we have to act quickly. Students don't have much of a brain. If they act impulsively and have a gun, who knows what they might do."
"Alright, I understand," Wei Chen said.
What Wong Bing-yiu said was true. Many triad leaders play good cop and bad cop, luring young thugs into joining the triads.
It's mainly because they're young, don't care much about money, are loyal to their friends, and are easily fooled.
To put it bluntly, they're not very bright; they can take all the blame for anything that happens, and they're willing to shoulder the entire burden without considering any consequences.
Do not believe?
Just look at the big head and you'll know.
"That bastard Dafei seems to have a bunch of AKs? Just in case, we should get a few for self-defense." Back home, Wei Chen started drawing lots.
Peppa Pig mask, SpongeBob SquarePants underwear, bunny girl uniform, M82A1 pistol, M82A1 magazine, bulletproof vest, bulletproof trousers, gas mask, night vision goggles, flashbangs...
"M82A1? I'm using an AWM! This is Hong Kong, not the Middle East. What use would I have for this thing?" Wei Chen cursed.
This time, it wasn't that the items I drew were useless; in fact, they were extremely useful.
Being too useful is the same as being too useless; both deserve criticism.
The M82A1 is the Barrett sniper rifle. Although this sniper rifle has great firepower, it is also very loud. A single shot can be heard hundreds of meters away.
Wei Chen had no intention of becoming king of Mexico, so he would just be taking this thing for nothing.
"The rest is not bad, and those bulletproof trousers are enough... but I'm just missing some leather shoes, otherwise if someone shoots me in the toe, I'd probably scream louder than the Fire Cloud Evil God." Wei Chen took out the bulletproof trousers and put them on; they fit perfectly.
Then I looked at the safe, and there was an M1911 pistol with a silencer attached to the muzzle.
"What's so special about this thing?" Wei Chen took it out and weighed it in his hand. It was no different from the ones on the market, except that it was a bit heavier.
Then I looked at the description: The muzzle covers all flashes, and the silencing effect suppresses the flashes to 10 meters.
"Suppressed at 10 meters? And the muzzle doesn't even spark? That's impressive."
A typical silencer doesn't completely eliminate gunshots; the sound can still be heard at a range of over 30 meters, albeit in a manner similar to a bird call.
Those in the know will immediately recognize it.
Now that the silencing range has been suppressed by more than half, the effect is indeed very effective; at least it can make the opponent die without even knowing how they died.
"They even threw in two magazines? This damn system finally has some conscience." Wei Chen shook the M1911; with the original magazines, that makes three.
Although the 1911 is not as powerful as the Black Star, it is more stable, does not jam, and has a fast rate of fire.
In terms of stable output, it's much better than Black Star.
Wei Chen vaguely remembered that Huang Bingyao's gun was in a truck, along with a pile of other weapons.
Once we find Dafei, we can follow the clues to find the dock where the car was parked.
Once that's settled, all that's left is time to start my own business.
After sleeping until the afternoon of the next day, Wei Chen ate a simple meal, then called some people, drove a Mercedes, and went directly to the gates of Edinburgh.
I had just stopped and had a smoke when a Toyota Hiace pulled up across the street, and seven or eight people got out.
"Brother Dafei, that's him!" As soon as Xiao Yao landed, she pointed at the young man in the suit in the black Mercedes, her expression arrogant and her face smug.
"So, you really came, kid?" Da Fei grinned maliciously, exhaled a puff of smoke, and threw away his cigarette butt. "Let's go, let's go meet him."
"Hey, who's there?" Wei Chen had just gotten out of the car and was about to go to the toilet when someone behind him stopped him.
Wei Chen turned his head and immediately saw Da Fei and seven or eight thugs surrounding him. He immediately laughed: "Wow, a grand appointment as prime minister of six kingdoms?"
"Do you... still remember him?" Da Fei pointed at the little demon beside him, his mouth agape revealing a few teeth sticking out.
"I know, and then what? Did you bring the money?" Wei Chen raised an eyebrow, not caring at all how many people the other party had, and Da Fei immediately got angry.
"You bastard, still so stubborn! I'll beat you to death!"
"What, are you bullying the few because there are many of you?"
"So what if we have too many people bullying us...?"
"Hey, you said it yourself!" Wei Chen snapped his fingers, and several large vans sped over, from which more than thirty people disembarked.
Xiao Fu led the way forward, each armed with knives, spears, and clubs, looking fierce and intimidating.
This immediately intimidated Dafei and his group.
"This, this..."
"Kid, didn't I tell you to remember to bring money next time you come?" Wei Chen tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yao.
The little demon felt a chill run down her spine, and her scalp tingled.
Even Dafei's expression changed.
He hadn't expected this young man to be so powerful, able to summon four or five times his number of men with a snap of his fingers.
"Boss, I'm here to pay!" The little demon quickly pulled out 10,000 from her pocket, bowed respectfully, and handed it over with both hands.
"This is my share."
"I don't know or recognize the others."
Dafei, Johnny: ...
"You little devil, I'll fuck your stepmother!" The group cursed in unison.
"Brother, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us, some misunderstanding." Dafei forced a smile, and his eyes became much clearer.
"Misunderstanding? I outnumber you now! I said there's no misunderstanding, so there's no misunderstanding." Wei Chen stuffed the money into his pocket and waved his hand dismissively.
"Make your move, break their arms and legs first."
Dafei's expression changed drastically.
"Wait, wait, don't scream!"