bestfiction Chapter 592 Initial Victory
Chapter 592 Initial Victory
Hearing this, He Yuzhu's brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character.
The deductions started racing in my mind like a high-speed precision instrument.
If he were the one planning this attack, it would definitely not be so petty.
He would make sure to place the dump trucks in advance at those crucial intersections such as choke points.
The position of each dump truck is precisely calculated, just like carefully placing pieces on a chessboard.
When the target vehicle slowly enters the designated range, he will decisively issue orders.
Let the dump truck rush towards the target with tremendous force like a wild beast that has broken free from its reins.
Such an operation would not only instantly throw the other team's convoy into chaos, but also cause the drivers to panic and the defense system to collapse.
The huge body of the dump truck can also form a natural barrier, buying ample time for subsequent actions and greatly increasing the chances of a successful attack.
In contrast, in He Yuzhu's eyes, this attack method that relied solely on a van was nothing more than a trivial trick.
It's like a child waving a toy sword, which can't pose any real threat to them who have been through many battles and experienced many bloody battles.
A brief panic swept over everyone like a tide.
However, after years of experience in the business world, their psychological qualities have been tempered.
In the blink of an eye, calmness and composure returned. This little storm was far from enough to defeat them.
He Yuzhu looked stern as he made quick arrangements, leaving behind some trusted men to handle follow-up matters at the scene.
Someone is responsible for calling the police and describing the incident to them clearly and accurately.
Some people tried to comfort the families of the injured, speaking sincerely and giving them comfort to the best of their ability.
The rest of the people hurriedly got on the third car without stopping.
As soon as the door was closed, the car shot out like an arrow, the roar of the engine was deafening, and it sped away at lightning speed.
In a flash, he disappeared from the chaotic place where chaos had just occurred.
This action completely deviated from the previously carefully planned route.
There was a flash of determination in the team leader's eyes, and he suddenly turned the steering wheel.
The entire convoy was like a derailed train, crashing into an inconspicuous alley nearby.
This was undoubtedly a risky move. In past action plans, this alley seemed like a cursed place and would never be set foot in it.
The alley was like a sleeping giant python, winding, narrow and deep, with no end in sight, like a natural maze.
The walls on both sides have been eroded by the years and are covered with mottled moss, emitting bursts of disgusting damp smell.
The vehicle struggled to move forward in the alley, sometimes making sharp turns, sometimes slowly avoiding protruding rocks, and took everyone on a long journey.
Every turn is like exploring a new direction in the fog of the unknown.
After all these twists and turns, the road was full of dangers, cars were speeding, bullets whizzed past, and the thrilling scenes were heart-pounding.
Finally, their car slowly drove into the Governor's Palace.
He Yuzhu pushed open the car door and looked up. The clock hands in the Governor's Mansion pointed mercilessly to 2:40.
The square in front of the palace was dead silent, so quiet that it was almost oppressive.
The breeze blew gently, but it did not bring any life. It formed a sharp and strong contrast with the chaotic scene of gunfire and flames just now.
It turned out that the cunning and deceitful dark-skinned Asan had begun to make careful plans several days ago and had sent several capable men to lurk at the street corners.
He attempted to intercept He Hongshen and his group here.
Each of these minions that were sent here had a hideous look, with shifty eyes and brows, revealing murderous intent and endless greed, just like a group of hungry wolves looking for prey.
They were dressed in shabby and worn clothes, and paced back and forth at the street corner.
The sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground was particularly abrupt on the quiet street.
Everyone's eyes were wide open like bells, not missing any passing vehicle or pedestrian, always alert for the appearance of the target person.
However, as time passed, the sun gradually set, and the light and shadows on the ground continued to lengthen.
These people looked around, their necks almost cramped from looking around so frequently, but they still couldn't see any sign of He Hongshen and the others.
The street was still deserted, leaving them with only anxiety and confusion in their hearts.
Time crawls like a snail, every second is infinitely stretched, and the wait becomes long and torturous.
Heipi Asan's men began to whisper to each other, their eyes full of suspicion.
"Could it be that the old fox He Hongshen changed his plan and escaped through another route?" someone muttered in a low voice.
These words were like sparks falling into a pile of dry firewood, and doubts quickly spread in everyone's minds.
Some people could no longer hold back and thought that instead of waiting here foolishly, it would be better to take the initiative.
After a few hasty discussions, they left in twos and threes, hurriedly heading towards other possible paths.
He was determined to stop He Hongshen and others before they escape.
Their figures became smaller and smaller in the dim street until they disappeared.
Only an empty street corner was left, as if the tension and noise just now were just an illusory dream and nothing had ever happened.
Finally, there was only a van on the street, parked alone at the intersection like a lonely watchman.
The biting cold wind whistled past, making the car body tremble and make a slight creaking sound.
Its companions had already left in a cloud of dust after completing their respective tasks.
It was left alone on this empty, silent and somewhat depressing street, holding its last position.
It seems as if it is waiting for some unknown instructions, and also as if it is silently witnessing a secret past in the undercurrent of this business world.
If only those who planned carefully could be more patient and not rush things.
All the vans were tightly placed in this crucial position that determined victory or defeat, connected end to end and arranged in an orderly manner, forming an impenetrable defensive line.
Then the situation at that time might take a completely different direction.
He Yuzhu has been working in the market since he was a child and has experienced many adventures, and has acquired some amazing skills.
Ordinary three or five big men cannot get close to him. Even when facing danger, he is more than capable of protecting himself.
If he was devoted to protecting his master, it would not be a problem for him to block a fatal blow for Huo Yingdong at a critical moment.
However, at this moment the enemy showed no mercy and directly used guns. Dense gunfire swept in like raindrops, and bullets flew everywhere.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and death.
In such a critical situation, it was nothing but a pipe dream, almost a fantasy, for He Yuzhu to protect the dozens of people present.
Although He Yuzhu is loyal and righteous, he has his own inner balance.
Apart from his closest friends and relatives who shared his life and death with him, it was difficult for him to take care of the lives of others in such a split second.
Furthermore, he was well aware of the truth that "a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."
In this mixed business battlefield, exposing one's full strength too early will inevitably lead to endless troubles in the future, so naturally one will not easily use all one's tricks.
At that time, the situation had reached a critical point, and the air was filled with suffocating tension. Any carelessness would result in a complete loss.
He Yuzhu, a man who usually remained calm and cautious even when faced with a catastrophe, now completely abandoned all his worries and risk considerations.
He knew very well that if he hesitated any longer, what awaited the people he was rescuing would be an abyss of no return.
So he resolutely and desperately ran towards them.
The rescued people were extremely lucky.
Imagine if they had emerged from their hiding place just two hours earlier, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Judging from the enemy's marching route and deployment arrangements at the time, they would definitely meet a large enemy force.
In that confrontation with a huge disparity in numbers, they were completely powerless to fight back and could only become fish on the enemy's chopping board, at the mercy of the enemy.
The route they chose was winding and full of small paths that few people traveled.
Not only do you have to frequently shuttle through narrow alleys, but you also have to cross the rugged mountain paths many times, so you have to take many detours.
The reason is that they are always worried that there are killers lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity. Those killers hide in the dark, like dormant poisonous snakes, and may launch a fatal attack at any time.
This carefully planned route was completely unexpected to everyone. It neither followed the conventional business travel routes nor the usual escape routes, making it difficult for anyone to guess their whereabouts.
It is like a lone boat hidden in the vast ocean, quietly sailing towards the unknown distance.
However, what is even more difficult is the historical context - it was the turbulent 20s, and Hong Kong was swaying in the tide of the times.
At that time, communication means were extremely limited, and landline phones, as the only instant messaging tool, had not yet been widely popularized.
In many places it was hard to find even a telephone.
This means that in the complex business situation, their ability to transmit information and coordinate actions to each other is almost zero.
Without convenient mobile communication equipment, it is impossible to communicate with each other anytime and anywhere, and it is even more difficult to quickly establish a unified and effective command system.
In this business jungle full of dangers, everyone can only rely on their own judgment and past experience accumulated over the years to deal with various sudden and complex situations alone. Fighting alone has become their helpless move in difficult times.
Perhaps it was God's will. When the clock pointed to 2:40 in the morning, the hustle and bustle of the streets had long since died down.
Only the hurried footsteps of this group of people echoed in the empty street.
After going through untold hardships, they cleverly avoided the patrolling eyes under the cover of night, and after a long journey, they finally arrived at the gate of the Governor's Mansion.
The dim street lights swayed in the night wind, illuminating the tall and majestic gate of the Governor's Mansion in front of them, as well as the long steps that seemed to lead to the other side of hope.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with relief at surviving the disaster, and the huge rock in their hearts finally settled down a little.
Stepping into this place that symbolizes safety and refuge, everyone felt relieved. The breath that had been suppressed in the chest for a long time was finally released. It was an instinctive release of peace after going through hardships.
They were dressed in rags, with disheveled hair, some of them had unsteady steps, and some of them still had blood on their bodies.
Although they were all in a miserable state at the moment, their eyes were filled with determination, and they supported each other as they walked into the Governor's Palace.
As soon as you step into the spacious and bright hall, you can feel a tense and subtle atmosphere in the air.
Everyone's attention was instantly attracted by the crowd in front.
In the core area of the crowd stood the key figures of Taixing Company, led by Fu Laorong, who was dressed in a neat suit and had a dignified look. His every move demonstrated the demeanor of a business tycoon.
Gao Ke Ni has an upright posture and sharp eyes, revealing his courage and determination.
Fu Yinzhao followed closely behind, with a smile on his face, but he also exuded an aura that no one could underestimate.
Around them, assistants were hurrying along, holding documents tightly in their hands, reporting on various matters in a low voice, and busily shuttling among the crowd.
A group of well-trained bodyguards, each of them strong and sturdy, dressed in the same dark uniforms, stood upright like sculptures in every corner of the hall, with cold eyes, always vigilantly watching all the movements around them, not missing any abnormalities.
The moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, just like two pieces of flint colliding violently, creating sparks that could ignite everything.
In the eyes of He Hongshen and others, the fire of hatred burned fiercely, and the fire seemed to draw the surrounding air into it, turning it into a blazing sea of fire.
If this place was not the solemn and majestic Governor's Mansion that symbolized British colonial rule, He Hongshen and others would have pounced on it without hesitation like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, given their long-suppressed resentment and hatred.
They may use all their skills, with whistling fists and flying kicks, to engage in a thrilling, life-and-death struggle with the opponent.
But the reality is like a cold and hard shackle that binds them tightly.
Behind them is the rise and fall of the family and the fate of countless people. In this complicated situation, impulse will only bring irreparable disaster. They can only suppress the surging anger in their hearts and bury their hatred deep in their hearts.
At this time, Fu Laorong was wearing a neat suit, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and he had a perfect smile on his face. His steps were steady and powerful, as if every step was on the node of fate, and he walked steadily towards He Hongshen.
He stretched out his right hand with an elegant and sincere movement, and held He Hongshen's hand tightly, speaking polite greetings incessantly. He looked so warm, as if there was no discord at all between the two of them.
Ye Han, who was standing aside, could not help but snort coldly when he heard Fu Laorong's words. Although the sound was not loud, it was like the cold wind in a cold night, full of disdain.
He glanced at Fu Laorong with disdain, then turned around and nodded slightly to Lubadu beside him.
The two of them walked in unison, one on the left and one on the right, with an unquestionable aura, without stopping or saying a word of courtesy.
He Yuzhu stepped into the banquet hall and scanned the surroundings with his eyes like a torch. When his gaze fell on the group of people, his brows frowned slightly and an indescribable disgust surged in his heart.
Previously, during a secret meeting with Lin Wanting, he already knew from Lin Wanting's anxious and angry narration that the mastermind behind the assassination in the alley was Gao Ke-ning.