The Tuen Mun Pier was quiet in the early morning, and no one could see his fingers on the dark sea.

A fishing boat slowly floated over, the hull shook slightly, and it docked.

Two figures stood up on the deck and glanced around the pier. They jumped onto the shore vigorously and whistled.

The cabin door was pushed open, and a steady stream of figures walked out, jumping off the ship carrying large and heavy backpacks.

There was a metallic collision sound from the backpack, and a gun barrel was exposed from the untied zipper.

Each of these people had dark skin, with a fierce aura in their expressions, and looked around warily.

The number of people on the pier gradually increased, and there were about a dozen of them. The leader made a gesture, said a few words, and prepared to leave.

"Whoosh!"

A black rocket dragged a long tail flame like a meteor across the night and hit the pier.

"Boom"

The flames of the explosion flashed and shrapnel flew across.

"Da da da da da!"

The originally silent surroundings suddenly boiled, and countless tongues of flames emerged from the darkness in all directions, sweeping across the docks and fishing boats like a whip repeatedly.

The water-like bullets splashed up clouds of blood mist and easily penetrated the wooden and steel hull of the fishing boat, leaving behind a series of huge bullet holes as the debris flew horizontally.

The gunman who was attacked reacted very quickly. He immediately threw himself to the ground, quickly took out his gun from his backpack and fired back in all directions.

Pistols and automatic rifles erupted into bursts of screams, mixed with the explosions of grenades.

The fierce exchange of fire lasted only a short time. The ambushing party seemed to have no intention of fighting, and then stopped shooting after firing back.

Soon the ambushed gunman also realized something was wrong and stopped shooting.

The dock returned to calm again, leaving only blood on the ground and scattered bullet casings.

……

"May God bless you, Amen."

A priest with blond hair and glasses made the sign of the cross on his chest, said goodbye to the store owner with a smile, and walked to another store holding a Bible.

The pastor was very humorous and spoke fluent Cantonese. He chatted with the store owner for a long time and then waved goodbye.

As soon as I walked out of the store, a man stumbled by, his body tilted, and he bumped into the pastor.

The pastor opened his hands as if he wanted to help the fallen person.

The fallen passerby showed a sinister smile on his face, clenched the dagger in his hand, and stabbed the priest in the liver.

The pastor tilted his body and moved to the right side of the passerby. He opened his arms and directly hugged the other person's neck. The wooden cross he held in his hand was stabbed into the throat.

The passerby shuddered and fell softly to the ground, blood gushing out from his neck.

The pastor raised his head and saw two men with evil expressions staring at him. They put their hands into their arms and strode towards him.

"Waltfak!"

The pastor cursed, took two steps back, glanced around, and found several people acting suspiciously.

"Stop!", the priest spread his hands, and two grenades fell from the cuffs to the palms of his hands.

The killer who had originally planned to surround him was so frightened that he stopped and no longer dared to step forward.

"Ding!"

The pull ring was dropped to the ground, and the priest sneered, holding the grenade and slowly retreating to the alley next to it.

The killers in the distance were frightened by the power of grenades and watched helplessly as the priest slowly walked into the alley step by step.

"A bunch of trash!" Wang Jianjun, who was standing in the distance, spat and ducked into another alley.

As soon as the priest's figure turned the corner, he raised his hand to throw the grenade out.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him. It was Wang Jianjun who had just disappeared, and he pulled the trigger on his head.

The pastor's smile froze on his face, he loosened his grip on the grenade, and fell straight to the ground.

Looking at the grenade that fell to the ground, Wang Jianjun, with quick hands and quick eyes, kicked the body that had not yet hit the ground and accurately landed on the grenade.

After a muffled sound, the corpse absorbed most of the explosion power and became unrecognizable.

After the gunshots and explosions, frightened passers-by fled in all directions.

……

A white man in a black suit walked out of the airport, stopped a red taxi with his hand, opened the back door and got in.

"Regent Hotel."

As soon as the white man gave the address, he was greeted by the muzzle of a silencer-equipped gun.

"Puff!"

……

"Boom!"

There was a sudden explosion on the bustling commercial street, and billowing smoke enveloped a coffee shop.

A man with bloodstained face stumbled out of the broken shop, and several people wearing denim jackets emerged from behind and rushed towards him with red eyes.

"Bang bang bang!"

The injured man shot first and knocked a denim jacket to the ground.

The others still rushed forward regardless, pressing the injured man to the ground, and stabbed him randomly with daggers.

When the belated assault truck arrived, there were only two corpses molded of flesh and blood on the ground and passers-by injured by the explosion.

……

Countless reporters and a large number of angry citizens surrounded the entrance of the police station, making waves of protest.

As the person in charge of Team A, Zhang Wenyao and the police officers from the Public Relations Department bravely stood up.

As soon as he showed up, a lot of microphones hit his face.

"I would like to ask, police officer, what is the Hong Kong Island police's view on the frequent shootings and violent incidents?"

"Taxpayers spend so much money every year, how do you maintain public order?"

"The shooting that happened in the afternoon was only one street away from the police station. Why did it take you ten minutes to dispatch the police?"

"What the hell do you do? You're wasting taxpayers' money!"

"I can't help but think deeply about how the security of Hong Kong Island has become like this now. This must be a problem with the system..."

"What response measures does the police station have and how to ensure the safety of the market?"

"Sir, please tell me something. Now that things are like this, we young and Dangerous guys don't dare to go out on the streets to collect protection money. You never know when a bullet will come out and someone will die!"
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Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Wenyao's forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked and a little angry at the same time.

You ask me, I ask who to go

Hong Kong Island was originally a good place. Except for the occasional gold robbery shop that robbed cash trucks, bombed a banknote printing factory, and young and Dangerous men who hacked a few people on the street, the security was pretty good.

However, the number of murders has increased sharply recently, and even Young and Dangerous have used ak in their fights, so Zhang Wenyao is a bit confused.

But this is still a small problem, at least most of them happen at night.

It's okay now, let's start doing it on the streets in broad daylight.

Zhang Wenyao looked at the TV camera with his mouth open, "Well, this... the police are seriously concerned recently... and will definitely increase their efforts... but... we still have a lot of backlog of cases on hand."

"Dear citizens and friends from the media." Someone from the Public Relations Department took over the topic, "The police are also shocked by the recent frequent violent incidents and feel very sad for the innocent injured citizens. We, the Hong Kong Island Police, have been working hard to protect

In terms of city security, all vacations have been canceled and we are on the go 24 hours a day."

"We are not shirking responsibility or complaining, but stating a fact."

"Two months ago, the police force's budget was cut by 50%, and the remaining money can only barely maintain operations. There is not enough fuel for the assault vehicles, and only one-third of the ones that can be dispatched are used."

"Police officers now rely on bicycles to rush to the scene. 20% of police cars are damaged and have to be parked in garages due to lack of repair funds."

"The police force also has insufficient firearms and ammunition. In the past, each police officer's revolver was equipped with twelve rounds of ammunition, but now it can only be equipped with six rounds. We have even stopped target practice."

"And this is just the tip of the iceberg. The difficulties encountered by the police force are not limited to these... Even so, police officers still have to run on the front line. We must maintain the security of Hong Kong Island even with our bare hands, even if we walk with our legs,

We must also serve the citizens.”

"Please give the police some tolerance and understanding from the public, thank you all."

After the person from the Public Relations Department finished speaking, everyone present was in an uproar.

Has the police force become so miserable?

What about the funding?

What about the budget?
To be continued...