Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Chapter 669 Fierce Battle in the Internet Cafe

"Understood! Inspector Ye, I'll arrange it immediately!"

"Also," Ye Haoxuan added, "handle the scene at the Mong Kok warehouse, inventory the seized smuggled goods and weapons, keep records, comfort the families of the injured and deceased officers, and make sure to handle all follow-up matters properly. I'll head to Mong Kok immediately after I finish dealing with things in Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Yes, Inspector Ye! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Haoxuan looked up at the sky outside the window, which was gradually turning a pale white.

Night is about to fade, and dawn is about to break.

The two secret hideouts in Tsim Sha Tsui and Mong Kok were completely raided, a large amount of smuggled goods and weapons were seized, several Black Blade Group assassins were arrested, and a crucial contact list and a photo of Miyamoto Musashi were found.

Although the raid resulted in the deaths and injuries of police officers and the escape of one of the assassins, it was a great success overall.

But Ye Haoxuan knew that this was only the first step in destroying the Black Blade Group's smuggling network.

Miyamoto Musashi is still on the run, the escaped assassin has not yet been captured, the Black Blade Group's smuggling routes have not been completely cut off, and there are still more secrets and dangers waiting for them.

He gripped the mobile phone tightly, feeling the pain in his arm, but his eyes grew even more determined.

He turned around, looked at the busy police officers around him, and said in a deep voice:

"Brothers, our strongholds in Tsim Sha Tsui and Mong Kok have all been captured, and we have achieved an initial victory! But the battle is not over yet. The remnants of the Black Blade Group are still on the run, and Miyamoto Musashi is still at large. We cannot let our guard down for a moment!"

"Understood! Inspector Ye! We will do our utmost to completely destroy the Black Blade Group, capture Miyamoto Musashi, and restore peace to Hong Kong!" The officers responded in unison, their voices loud and clear, full of fighting spirit and determination.

Ye Haoxuan nodded, his heart filled with confidence.

He knew that as long as they worked together and forged ahead, they would be able to completely destroy the Black Blade Group's smuggling network, arrest all the criminals, seek justice for the injured and killed police officers and those harmed by the Black Blade Group, and restore peace to Hong Kong Island.

Soon, the inventory and handling of goods at the Tsim Sha Tsui warehouse were completed.

Ye Haoxuan arranged for the police officers to send all the seized goods, evidence, and the captured hitman to the police station.

He then took two police officers, boarded a police van, and sped off toward Mong Kok.

He needed to personally go to Mong Kok to inspect the scene, direct the police officers to track down the fleeing killer, and combine the contact list with the newly found evidence to deploy subsequent investigation operations. He was determined to bring Miyamoto Musashi and all the remaining members of the Black Blade Group to justice.

Upon arriving at an internet cafe in Mong Kok, a Black Blade assassin suddenly rushed out, holding a pistol. Ye Haoxuan decisively took out the pistol from his personal space.

With a "bang," he pulled the trigger, hitting the assassin in the shoulder, and the gun fell to the ground.

He wanted to capture him alive, so he didn't target vital organs.

however.

After being hit, the assassin did not flee, but instead pulled out a dagger.

The dagger flashed with a cold light, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and went straight for Ye Haoxuan's chest.

Despite being shot in the shoulder and suffering serious injuries, he still acted ruthlessly and decisively without the slightest hesitation, clearly intending to take the opportunity to break through the encirclement with his own death.

Ye Haoxuan's eyes sharpened; he was already on guard.

He endured the excruciating pain in his arm and swiftly shifted his body to the left, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The dagger grazed his clothes and pierced the wall of the cubicle behind him with a muffled "thud," embedding itself deeply into the wooden board.

"Move!" Ye Haoxuan shouted in a low voice. Before his words even finished, the police officers who had been lying in ambush on both sides of the cubicle rushed in, their sidearms pointed at the assassins, and they yelled sternly:

"Drop your weapons! Surrender! Or we'll open fire!"

Seeing this, a hint of despair flashed in the assassin's eyes, but he still did not give up the fight.

He pulled the dagger out of the wall with a sudden burst of strength, then turned and tried to rush toward the window of the cubicle—his only hope of escape.

But as soon as he took a step, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder wound, causing him to convulse and stumble, nearly falling to the ground.

Seizing this excellent opportunity, Ye Haoxuan ignored the tearing pain in his arm and rushed forward. He stretched out his uninjured right hand, grabbed the assassin's wrist, and twisted it forcefully.

With a crisp cracking sound, the assassin let out a piercing scream of pain, and the dagger in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Ah—" The assassin's eyes were bloodshot, and he was trembling with pain, but he was still fierce. He raised his left hand, which was not being grabbed, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard towards Ye Haoxuan's face.

He knew that once he was arrested, he would surely face severe legal punishment. Rather than be arrested, he thought it was better to fight to the death, where there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Ye Haoxuan's eyes were cold, and his expression remained unchanged.

He sidestepped the assassin's punch, and at the same time, kicked the assassin in the knee.

With a "thud," the assassin's knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, a piercing pain shooting through his knees, unable to stand up again.

But he was still unwilling to give up, struggling to get up, shouting in broken Japanese, his eyes fiercely staring at Ye Haoxuan, full of killing intent and resentment.

He suddenly lowered his head, wanting to smash his head against Ye Haoxuan's abdomen as a final act of defiance.

Ye Haoxuan had already noticed, and before he could bump into him, he released his hand from his wrist, reached out, pressed down hard on the back of his head.

The assassin's head slammed heavily against the ground with a dull thud. Blood instantly seeped from his forehead, his eyes became somewhat unfocused, and his struggles gradually weakened.

"Still dare to resist?" Ye Haoxuan's tone was icy. He pressed down slightly on the assassin's back, pinning him to the ground and rendering him immobile. The wound on his arm, reopened from the fierce struggle, was now soaked with blood, the bandage throbbing with increasing pain, and he even felt a slight dizziness.

But he didn't relax at all, his eyes sharply fixed on the assassin on the ground, and he rebuked him in a deep voice:

"Don't move! If you move again, I'll cripple you!"

The officers around him immediately rushed forward, took out handcuffs, and tightly cuffed the killer's hands behind his back. They also took out ropes and tied his feet together, completely cutting off his possibility of breaking out and resisting.

A police officer took out a towel and wiped the blood from the killer's forehead. He carefully examined the wound on his shoulder and confirmed that the killer was not in mortal danger, but was seriously injured and unable to resist.