Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 376, Section 152: A thug who disregards life may not necessarily be a fighter.

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(Ah Xian is such a fool; this thought popped into his head while he was getting his blood tested.)
The professor is imitating Lao Tzu, playing the "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" trick!

That's a brilliant tactic!
From individuals to gangs, organized crime!
Chi Mengli tossed the binoculars in her hand aside to Xiren and stretched her body.

There are many methods of tracking, which can be done on land or at sea.

Most people only pay attention to the hidden sentries on the ground and rarely pay attention to the dangers from the sea. Chi Mengli was afraid of losing his men, so he deployed ten speedboats all over the main passenger terminals in Hong Kong.

After identifying the boat, he followed it until he discovered that these scoundrels were using ropes to transport people, which confirmed the location of the island.

Chi Mengli lowered her head, stepped on the head of the fisherman who had been beaten into a puddle of mud, and looked at the bearded scoundrel with great interest.

This bastard exudes a murderous aura; his hands must be stained with a lot of blood, and he probably has several bloodstains on his shoulders from murder cases.

He had enough killing intent, but his skills were lacking, and his tracking technique was absolutely terrible. He was discovered by himself after following for less than ten meters.

However, this scoundrel wearing a fisherman's hat was truly ruthless. His first move was to gouge out eyes, kick groin, rip out the heart, and strike the ribs—all low-level attacks.

Chi Mengli enjoys dealing with tough opponents, but he has little interest in weaklings who kneel and kowtow at the slightest challenge.

Standing to the side, Ah Cong, the master of facial paralysis, sat on a rock, looking at the sky with boredom. As the dark clouds gathered, it looked like it was going to rain.

“Smart Bro, pry open his mouth, I want to hear this tough nut to crack.”

When Chi Mengli saw that her snow-white sneakers were stained with blood, she took her feet off the fishmonger's head and asked Acong to do something to tell him the news from inside the camp.

Ah Cong pulled a very thin knife out of his pocket, glanced around, and realized he couldn't find a suitable weapon. So he took out half a roll of toilet paper he had brought with him and stuffed it into the fishmonger's mouth to prevent the bastard from yelling too loudly and disturbing the nearby flowers and plants.

The knife in the cold-faced expert's hand was simple yet sharp. It looked only half the size of a fruit knife, but with a few light strokes, it shredded the fishmonger's clothes.

He walked to the fishmonger's chest, swung his palm, and struck the heart. He waited a second, then acted swiftly.

This strike was carefully planned; it was a sacrificial offering to the heavens, while the previous palm strike to the heart was meant to cause the heart to contract, reducing the amount of bleeding from the first cut and ensuring the execution process was prolonged.

Without Nana, the fishmonger let out a miserable scream, almost biting through half a roll of toilet paper. Just as the sound was about to be heard, Chi Mengli stomped it back down, and he started coughing desperately.

Standing to the side, Xi Ren was deftly installing a silencer on an MP3 submachine gun, inserting magazines into her tactical vest, and three Soviet-made bulletproof vests were laid out on the ground.

After glancing at the wound, Acong nodded smugly, it seemed that his skills hadn't become rusty.

This is the old custom of slow slicing. The first cut is offered to the heavens, called "sacrificial meat," and the second cut is called "eye patch," which is to prevent the victim from remembering the executioner's face and then coming back as a ghost to claim their life.

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) was also graded, with sixteen or thirty-two cuts for minor offenses, and a thousand cuts for serious offenses.

Emperor Liu Jin, the eunuch, was betrayed and his execution was changed from immediate beheading to slow slicing, resulting in 3,357 cuts, setting a historical record.

However, it must be said that the great figures who left their mark on history books were all heroes among heroes. After Liu Jin was cut 375 times on the first day, he was still able to beg for food when he returned to the prison.

What a hero!
This story teaches us a valuable lesson: you must manage your relationships with your colleagues well. These setbacks may not be of any help to you, but they can certainly hold you back.

An expert's skill is immediately apparent. This is indeed a master among masters trained in the Punishment Hall's Ice Storage. The wound is neither too big nor too small, just right. It can cause pain without causing excessive blood loss that could lead to shock and unconsciousness.

On the three islands of Hong Kong, Ah Cong can't let loose, but on this lawless island where only fists matter, he can have a blast, or even fly straight into the sky.

The fishmonger, whose mouth was gagged, stared in pain, but his mouth was blocked by half a roll of toilet paper, so he could only let out low howls and couldn't say a word.

In fact, Chi Mengli recognized that Acong was playing the role of slow slicing. It seems that this guy is also a psychopath. As the ancients said, it is better to guide than to block. Psychopaths cannot be suppressed. They must release the repression in their hearts.

Now is the process of guiding and channeling. Once this is done, Acong will still be a well-rounded young man who excels in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor.

Chi Mengli quickly finished the Double Happiness cigarette in his hand, stubbed it out on a tree trunk, put the cigarette butt, which bore his own DNA, into his pocket, and patted Acong's shoulder: "Alright! This bastard should be able to talk now."

With bloodshot eyes, A-Cong suddenly turned his head to look at Chi Mengli behind him, but his slightly ferocious expression did not frighten the Red Stick boss who was in control of the situation behind him. He even saw a playful and calm expression in Chi Mengli's eyes.

Lions don't care about a cat baring its teeth and claws. Ah Cong's mind immediately cleared up. He put down the knife in his hand because his subconscious told him that if he acted rashly, he would definitely be the one to die.

"What a good boy!"

A wise man knows when to yield. Chi Mengli likes smart people and enjoys working with them. He reached into the fishmonger's mouth and took the toilet paper out, then used the chewed-up tissue to peel back his scalp.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, but this particular window has a problem; it's bloodshot, which clearly indicates poor rest and frequent late nights.

"A dozen or so cuts and you're already running away in terror? You're definitely not the tough guy I thought you were. Tell me, is the person I'm looking for in the camp?"

"If you tell me, I'll give you a quick death."

Chi Mengli glanced into the fishmonger's eyes, which held nothing but fear—the most boring sight in the world, bar none.

"Professor K is in the factory, which is right in the center of the camp."

The fishmonger wasn't stupid. The only person on the island worth these lunatics coming here for was Professor K, and he had already seen the true faces of these three. These three lunatics would definitely not let him go.

His chest was covered with wounds the size of fingernails, and his blood-red muscles were twitching in the air. Tortured to death, he might as well cooperate and seek a quick death, so that he could suffer less.

Is Dr. K male or female?

To further verify her judgment, Chi Mengli asked one more question.

"woman!"

The fishmonger was panting heavily. The endorphins in his body were no longer enough to completely cover the pain. He just wanted the three perverts in front of him to give him a quick death.

"Is the Dr. K you're talking about in this photo?"

Chi Mengli took a photo out of his pocket and placed it in front of the fishmonger, asking the man lying on the ground with his limbs severed to help identify him. However, he was still very careful, keeping a distance of half a meter, for fear that the fallen fishmonger might react desperately. Humans defeated other creatures on Earth not only with catapults, but also with skillful hands and sharp teeth.

Sometimes teeth can kill!

The fishmonger's eyes scanned the photos, finally focusing on the cute girl squatting down: "The third one from the left in the first row is Professor K."

"How many professors are there in total?" Chi Mengli continued to ask.

"I don't know!" The fishmonger shook his head, coughed, and continued, "I only know about the island!"

A dying person's words are often good!

When a bird is about to die, its cry is mournful!

Although Chi Mengli knew that the fishmonger hadn't told the whole truth, he still chose to let the poor guy go and go to the afterlife. He put away the photos, put on gloves, grabbed the fishmonger by the collar, and tied him to a coconut tree nearby.

After tying the man up, he glanced back at Ah Cong and told the scoundrel to send the fishmonger on his way.

At this moment, Ah Cong had returned to normal. He raised his hand and slashed the fishmonger's eyes with a knife, then slit his throat.

The interval between these two strikes is extremely short; even a top expert could be caught off guard if they are not careful.

It seems that the saying "Tigers and leopards hide in the deep mountains, and unicorns emerge from the countryside" is not just an empty phrase!
Seabirds are circling overhead, probably smelling the blood and preparing for a feast.

In order not to delay the seabirds' lunch, Chi Mengli put on a bulletproof vest, goggles, and adjusted her gloves, preparing to meet this so-called Professor K.

It's not a good thing that someone is missing from the family photo; he has an obligation to send all those losers to the underworld for a reunion.

Acong and Xiren adjusted their equipment and followed Chi Mengli down the mountain via the beast path.

The camp guard standing at the crossroads, wearing a straw hat and with a blade of grass in his mouth, lay on a folding beach chair, sheltered under a parasol, listening to the radio.

As he hummed a little tune and digested his food, he saw three more figures appear on the road. He quickly got up from the folding beach chair and picked up the Black Star pistol from a pile of sun-baked hot stones.

Anyone who dares to swagger down the road is definitely a tough nut to crack; they might even be one of the top two. We need to report this to Brother Leg in the camp immediately.

But it seems a bit disrespectful to the company to run away without firing a single shot, and it would be embarrassing to go back! The guys would easily call him a coward!
Just as this guy was in a dilemma, Xiren made the choice for him by hitting the guard on the head with a peanut, ending his dilemma.

Good marksmanship!

While not quite an archer who can hit a target from a hundred paces away, being able to hit exactly where you point within effective range is a respectable skill.

Chi Mengli was well aware of Xiren's abilities, and then picked up the MP3 submachine gun with a silencer attached.

The moment the guard fell to the ground, all the birds in the bushes around him took flight in fright.

If the idiots in the camp weren't all fools, they should have already realized that someone had sneaked onto the island.

The three of them naturally formed a triangular attack formation and began their advance along the path.

The three moved quickly and soon arrived at the earthen slope fifty meters in front of the camp, where they all lay down on the ground.

Chi Mengli picked up her binoculars and observed carefully. She found that the camp was already in chaos, but it didn't seem to be because of the three of them. The thugs in the camp were all carrying long knives and pistols, searching house by house.

On the ground lay a short-lived ghost, swarming with flies; he was probably already dead.

"Brother Sheng, why?"

Xi Ren also had a monocular telescope. She carefully observed the situation in the camp, then handed the monocular telescope to Acong and quietly asked Chi Mengli, who was kneeling, what to do next.

"Here it comes! I absolutely have to have a piece of this too!"

"Wear a mask so no one can see your face. If someone does see it, I won't pay for your plastic surgery."

Chi Mengli smiled and said something, then put his binoculars back into his tactical vest, put on the Peking Opera greasepaint mask he had bought, picked up his MP3 submachine gun, and began to crept over.

The camp gate was already under guard. Two camp guards holding short dogs were huddled together smoking, muttering something to themselves.

Chi Mengli had no curiosity about what the dying man would say. He pulled the trigger and killed the two idiots, one by one, whose faces were filled with astonishment.

Having dealt with the two opponents in front of them, the three-person attack team continued their advance.

As the birds took flight, it was clear that someone had raided the camp. However, the scoundrels inside the camp were unaware of the storyteller's overused tales and were still searching for Sister Zhuang and Mingming, who had killed the Explosive Boy.

The silencer reduced the sound of the submachine gun firing to a minimum, about the same volume as the sound of a door opening, and was not very noticeable.

Chi Mengli and her two companions quickly passed through the camp gate and began attacking any living people they could see.

"Da da da da da"

Enraged, Leg Bro heard a series of gunshots. A chill ran from the base of his tail to the back of his head. He quickly looked towards the gate and saw three masked men wielding long torches, slaughtering his brothers.

"Da da da"

A bullet struck Da Niu squarely in the head, turning his head into a mangled mess.

Upon seeing this, Leg Bro's legs went weak, and he hurriedly ran into the factory. All the guns and ammunition in the camp were in the factory, and a watermelon knife was no match for a long-range gun.

Upon seeing their companion's head smashed, the guards in the camp immediately rushed forward, trying to use their watermelon knives to fight for a chance of survival.

But to do that is nothing short of wishful thinking. A gun is fast from seven steps away, and it is both fast and accurate within seven steps.

Chi Mengli aimed at the chests of these men and precisely pulled the trigger. Blood splattered and flew everywhere. After a brief burst of gunfire, there was not a single living person in sight except for the three of them.

(End of this chapter)