Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 361, Section 138: The Bottom Line Must Not Be Broken
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The current situation is already alarming enough that there's no need to gather more material.

After Luna compiled these materials into a first draft, it was already past 10 p.m. and there was no one in the entire office area. She bent down, opened the cabinet under the desk, and took out a bottle of Nabog Castle whisky.

Château Nabog uses triple distillation and top-quality sherry casks, and offers excellent value for money.

Ice wasn't provided in the office; only the editor-in-chief's office had a refrigerator. She didn't intend to add ice, but simply poured the bottom of her glass into it and then drank it all in one gulp.

The salary offered by the BBC would allow Luna, an intern reporter, to live like a high-society lady in Hong Kong.

After finishing the wine, she felt refreshed, picked up her handbag from the table, and left her workstation.

The night is long, and I don't have a boyfriend yet, so I need to find a bar in Central to kill this boring night.

After leaving the newspaper office building, I greeted the South Asian security guard on night duty warmly and walked to my car.

This is an old car, a second-generation Fiat 500, the same model featured in "Roman Holiday," the ancestor of European microcars. This car was sold to her by a colleague who had left Hong Kong, along with his apartment.

Like that awful apartment, this car, which was about the same age as him, had many problems. It often wouldn't start and needed to be taken to a repair shop.

Luna took out her cigarette case, lit a menthol-flavored women's cigarette, took out her car keys from her handbag, and opened the car door.

But after opening the car door, she found that there were some extra items in her car.

To be precise, there was an extra box in the passenger seat—a cardboard box.

It shouldn't be a ground melon!

The thought flashed through Luna's mind, and she was amused by her own naiveté! She learned the term from a gangster who was very interesting but also short-lived; he disappeared completely after the interview.

I heard that accepting a reporter's interview in the mysterious underworld of Hong Kong is considered an act of tainting imperial power, and one might be subject to vigilante justice.

The fee for that interview was only two thousand dollars. The gangster who was interviewed used that two thousand dollars to pay Ah Mei's medical expenses.

When Luna recalled the incident in the dead of night, she didn't even know if she was right or wrong.

She was no nobody, not worth using sweet potatoes for. She calmly got into the driver's seat, locked the door, and then turned her gaze to the cardboard box.

The cardboard box had two words written on it: Black Knight!

There are many versions of the legend of Black Mask in the media, but among these various versions, one thing is generally accepted: Black Mask has countless dirty secrets, and any one of them could be a bombshell that would shock the world.

This incredible wealth has finally fallen into my lap?!

Thinking of this, Luna felt her heart race, but she quickly calmed herself down, reached into the box, and took out a thick stack of documents and photos, which she carefully examined.

With her legs crossed and a cigarette between her fingers, Chi Mengli looked through the car window at Luna flipping through the information she had given her, then coughed lightly and told Xizai to drive away.

A storm is brewing!
To blow a building down, you need winds from all directions—north, south, east, and west—you can't have any of them missing.

Don't underestimate the power of the media. These uncrowned kings love to portray themselves as vigilantes against evil, helping the vulnerable to challenge seemingly powerful interest groups.

Before the incident, it looked like it weighed less than two ounces, but once it was laid out in the sunlight and placed on a heavy scale, it was guaranteed to collapse.

“Brother Sheng, the boxing champion Sheng’s lawyer has arrived. He brought a big box and said it’s the agreed-upon amount, and he wants to bleach the black rice into white rice.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Spinach Dong put down the radio microphone in his hand, turned his head, and looked at Chi Mengli in the back seat.

"How many?"

"Not much, just three million."

Only three million!
Chi Mengli cracked her neck, sneered, and said, "This should be the first batch of payments. 1.5 million was taken from the parking lot's account and given to Boxing King Sheng's lawyer."

"Then the money that the boxing champion gave him was all used to pay the construction team, parking attendants, and female parking attendants."

If I'm not mistaken, the money that the boxing champion gave me was the professor's money. This money is poisonous; as soon as it appears in a bank, the Economic Investigation Department will catch a whiff of it and come knocking on your door.

However, if this amount were to appear on the market, even the most resourceful economic investigators would be unable to find it.

Whether they're gangsters or Miss Mimi, they're all people who live for the moment.

This money will circulate in the market several times before finally entering the banking system. Once it enters the banking system, the Economic Crime Investigation Department's officers will be unable to apprehend the perpetrators.

Boxing champion Sheng knew that he had a way to quickly make money, which is why he chose to cooperate with him.

Guo Guohao sat in his office, looking at the documents, photos, and a bag of blue blood cold granules that Chi Mengli had mailed to him.

The people in the photo all have an "X" above their heads; even a three-year-old would understand what it means. This plane has really blown up!
Among the people in the photo, there were indeed several familiar faces. They had either played golf together or attended charity parties together; they were all considered key members of high society.

But now, they all died without knowing why!
They've crossed the line!
With only one thought in his mind, Guo Guohao picked up the phone and dialed Ding Gou's desk, telling the guy to get into his office.

Ding Gou, who was formulating the battle plan, had no choice but to put down his pen, take the already written plan, and walk into Guo Guohao's office.

"Officer Guo, I've almost finished the plan, and I've chosen the girls—they're all beautiful young women."

Ding Gou placed the documents in his hand on Guo Guohao's desk. There were more than a dozen photos on them. Two people would be selected from these candidates to go to the island. Although the water police would follow them in large speedboats and patrol boats, and they would also be equipped with GPS trackers.

Once aboard the ship, the situation is unknown, so it is necessary to select a top-notch agent who is bold, meticulous, and has experience in undercover missions.

"Wait a minute!"

Guo Guohao stopped Ding Gou from speaking, stood up, closed the office door, and lowered the sunshade.

"Take a look."

Guo Guohao placed the document in front of Ding Gou and then lit a cigarette for himself.

Not knowing what tricks his boss was up to, but knowing that rank always trumps authority, Ding Gou still picked up the documents on the table and began to read them carefully.

The report is comprehensive, and the photos are also explained, so it doesn't take much effort to understand.

But the more Ding Gou looked at the photos, the more terrified he became. The people in the photos were no ordinary people. Even if they were low-level gangsters, they were at least gang leaders, like Robin, Ninth Sister, Boxing King Sheng, and Nine-Tailed Fox.

The others in the photo, at the very least, were executives of multinational corporations stationed in Hong Kong.

This has far-reaching implications!

"The intelligence brought back by the undercover agent said that Meiluo Pharmaceutical and Oak Freight Terminal are both highly suspected. This time, our O-Team is doing it all by ourselves, without notifying anyone, and has set up a special task force."

“You pick the people yourself, pick two groups of people, guys who have no connection with any party, don’t take the old hands. Keep a close eye on these two places, Tatsa from the Number Gang and Liangnan from the Hung Yee Society, they should also be involved.”

Guo Guohao sat back down in his boss's chair, crossed his legs, and waited for Ding Gou's reply.

“Guo sir, the professor has really messed up this time with his plane. I think if the news I have gets out, the trading companies and the provincial treasurer will be the first to stop him.”

"I will immediately send men to keep an eye on these two scoundrels, but we must not alert them. After all, Ma Biao will send Beigu onto the ship early tomorrow morning. As soon as the ship starts moving, we will close the net and make sure to catch all these scoundrels in one fell swoop."

"Now there's a question: should the boxing champion continue to stay in jail? This guy seems to have sensed something's wrong; he keeps saying he's not feeling well, he wants to get a medical check-up, and he wants to see a lawyer."

"Also, should we handcuff Nine-Tailed Fox? This bastard is clearly bait for the professor. If we arrest her, it's very likely to completely alarm the professor. However, the Criminal Intelligence Department has already sent people to tap the phone and placed a listening device in her room."

"We also monitored the pager of Nine-Tailed Fox Guang Qianjun, but this bastard definitely has more than one pager."

"Time is running out! We've been given pitifully little time to set things up. Just a tap of the hand and the professor hiding in the back will know!"

Nail Dog was also having a bit of a headache. Sending people onto the ship was his only option at the moment. But once the crew was on board, the operation would officially begin. If he couldn't pry open the mouths of Boxing King Sheng and Nine-Tailed Fox in time, the professor would fly away.

"So as soon as the crew boarded the ship, they released the boxing champion from his cell and simultaneously raided out everyone involved in the case, putting them all into the political department's safe house."

"Right now, it's being said that Greyhound Seven has become a tainted witness. He's been told to use this as a breakthrough, and that if Greyhound Seven doesn't cooperate, he'll be released due to insufficient evidence. He's guaranteed that as soon as he shows up, the Water Room will definitely take action and kill him."

"As long as we find all the people around the professor, he won't be able to escape. The narcotics investigation department investigated the professor for more than three years and didn't find a single photo, which shows that the professor is a meticulous person."

"By cutting off the Nine-Tailed Fox's left and right hands, this loser will need to train new people. Then we can follow the clues and dig out everyone in the whole line."

"But I called you here not to talk about the professor's matter, but to follow the clues and find the mole. These people were all big shots, and they died mysteriously. If you say there was nothing fishy going on, even a fool wouldn't believe it."

“Pick out all the files of the plainclothes officers, forensic doctors, and evidence team members who handled the cases, and cross-reference them to see if there are any commonalities. You should set up a separate team and select all the newly recruited intern inspectors from Wong Chuk Hang.”

"This group must consist entirely of new recruits, no former military personnel. I'll allocate a separate budget for you to find out all these bad apples!"

"No one should talk about it before there are results."

"This photo is our breakthrough!"

Guo Guohao found the photo marked with the death information, placed it in front of Ding Gou, and put a sticky note on the photo.

Ding Gou looked at the two characters "Song Sheng" written on the note and nodded affirmatively.

(End of this chapter)