Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 376, Section 153: Attack! (Add 1000 words)

Hiding under the house, Sister Zhuang watched as the heads of the bastards were smashed open, and she secretly felt a sense of satisfaction. These bastards had suddenly returned, giving her no chance to sneak into the factory.

If I hadn't been quick-witted and managed to slash one of them with a razor blade, I would definitely have ended up in the hands of these scoundrels.

Wearing a mask, he's definitely not a member of the Flying Tigers; it's very likely a double agent.

The Great Heaven Two on the high seas?
The thought popped into Zhuang Sao's mind, but she quickly dismissed it. Da Tian Er was a professional pirate, but in the end, he was just a fisherman without any identity, drifting on the sea.

Using knives and guns, murder and robbery are acceptable, but it's impossible to do it so elegantly.

Although she couldn't figure out where these killers came from, Sister Zhuang still moved her body back and hid behind a pillar. Now, whoever showed their face would die. Although her husband didn't earn much, he was still very considerate.

Once this mission is completed, I will apply for retirement and stay at home to receive a salary without working, becoming a housewife.

As Zhuang Sao lay prone under the roof, her lips curled into a smile at the thought of her wonderful life, a smile harder to suppress than an AK. But knowing she was still in danger, she couldn't let her guard down. Besides, there were still a lot of Ma Lan Mei girls in the warehouse who hadn't woken up yet, and she had to save their lives.

Thinking of this, Sister Zhuang quickly looked outside and discovered something that made her hair stand on end.

A large, painted mask appeared three meters in front of him, and a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.

Chi Mengli, who was about to storm into the factory, felt something was wrong. She felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind. After looking around, she found crawling marks under a house.

It must have been someone the guards in the camp had found. He crouched down and took a look, and found that the woman under the house was completely out of it, without any sense of vigilance.

Really not afraid of death!

He raised his finger to his lips, signaling Aunt Zhuang to shut up, and then turned and left.

It's an open secret that there's an undercover agent among the girls transported to the island, because he just saw Peach Blossom Girl, wearing a raincoat, running away with a bucket of oil through his binoculars.

To be able to escape from a bamboo basket and kill a guard in the camp is something Ma Lanmei couldn't do; she must be an undercover agent planted by Guo Sir.

We're all just fellow sufferers, why should an undercover agent make things difficult for another one? As long as this wretched woman doesn't cause trouble, Chi Mengli won't make things difficult for her and will let her live.

Raising her head, Chi Mengli gestured to Xiren and Acong beside her to continue the attack, then picked up her gun and continued the assault on the tightly closed factory gates.

The factory gates were tightly shut. Xi Ren took a sweet potato from her tactical vest, removed the safety ring, and threw it directly at the factory gate.

Based on her years of experience making Hollywood blockbusters, she knew there were probably a lot of guns at the door! Fighting in was a death sentence anyway, so she might as well just come up with a clever plan.

If Professor K is caught in the blast, everyone will be happy. If he is killed, that would be acceptable too. Letting him escape is unlikely, unless Professor K transforms into Trudy Edel (the first woman to cross the English Channel) and swims back to Hong Kong from this island.

If this guy really has that ability, it wouldn't be impossible for him to spare Professor K's life!

"Boom!!!"

Chi Mengli and Acong had already retreated to the side. Dazzling sparks erupted in front of the factory gate, and iron fragments from the metal gate flew everywhere. They both subconsciously bent down and shrunk their bodies to avoid getting hurt.

But in order to appreciate the beauty of the explosion up close, Xi Ren stayed at the very front, within the kill zone. When she saw the few scoundrels who tried to sneak up at the door being blown away, she shouted excitedly.

Seeing this, Chi Mengli realized that her makeshift attack squad didn't contain a single normal person.

Now that the obstacle had been blown up, he had no reason to hesitate. He picked up the long torch in his hand and rushed in before they could react. This was called striking while the iron was hot.

The three-meter-long deadly passageway between the factory gate and the production equipment was destroyed by Xi Ren's quick thinking. The three-man assault team rushed through, and only after they had passed did the sound of gunfire erupt from the shadows.

This drug manufacturing plant is quite large, at least 500 square meters. The equipment is all in English and gleams with the unique luster of stainless steel. It can probably hide at least 20 or 30 people.

Chi Mengli glanced at the two scoundrels beside her and decided to split up into two groups, sending Acong and Xiren to one group. She then took out a photo, pointed out the fishmonger's resemblance to Professor K, and showed it to the two of them. Seeing that the two nodded and remembered, she immediately picked up her submachine gun and continued forward.

He went to the left, while Xi Ren and Acong went to the right, cleaning up the scumbags in the factory one by one.

As Chi Mengli explored step by step along the processing equipment, she didn't find anyone coming out to fight her. The only sounds in the entire factory were the working equipment; there were no human voices, and the silence was unsettling.

He observed the names of these devices and memorized their English spellings.

Now that he had determined that the professor was not an individual but a group, his next task was to find the other members of this group.

Everything in the world has a traceable origin, because matter cannot be created out of thin air, and energy can only diminish, not disappear.

Just as Chi Mengli had memorized all the manufacturers' names, his ears twitched. He saw a long axe coming down on his head through the reflection of the stainless steel. The axe was quite large; if it hit his head, it would surely shatter into pieces like a rotten watermelon.

But there was no need to panic over such a small matter. He kicked backward, hitting the attacker squarely in the shin, then dodged to the side, and the axe chopped into the steel tank of the processing equipment.

A plume of hot steam shot out from the canister, hitting the attacker right in the eyes.

Chi Mengli turned around and kicked the despicable man behind her, breaking his leg.

Leg Bro, whose eyes were stung by the scalding steam, released his axe and covered his eyes. But as soon as his hands touched his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his calves, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Chi Mengli hated noise, so she kicked Leg Bro in the mouth, breaking all of the despicable man's teeth.

The kick was incredibly powerful, sending the guy sliding backward three to five meters.

He is not a judge and does not need witnesses or physical evidence, but this scoundrel who appeared at the dock is a key figure. He needs to leave enough key witnesses for Guo Guohao to avoid an incomplete chain of evidence.

What a hassle!
Chi Mengli took out two plastic cable ties from her pocket and tied up the hands and feet of the fallen man. But feeling unsure, she stomped on the fallen man's hands and feet and broke them.

That will ensure everything goes perfectly!

Gas was continuously escaping from the stainless steel gas tank. Chi Mengli continued to reach inside the MP3 submachine gun in her hand.

Now that we have a key witness, there's no need to keep the rest. Everyone present was a participant and a witness to Ma Lanmei's murder, and they all bear indelible sins.

To reiterate, Chi Mengli is not a judge; she doesn't need to read out legal provisions to conduct trials directly—trials of life and death.

An operator in protective clothing was hiding in a corner behind the control panel, holding a steel pipe in his hand, ready to make a dirty move.

But Chi Mengli had everything under control when this bastard moved his gun just two inches, and he smashed the bastard's head open.

Judging from the clumsy performance of these people, the professor's team is just a makeshift operation, relying entirely on sudden whims and the secret formula of "blue blood".

After taking down three people in succession, Chi Mengli walked to the laboratory separated by transparent plastic sheeting. The laboratory was empty, with only some burning paper documents remaining.

He strode inside and poured all the tea from the desk into the tin bucket, trying to extinguish the fire. But the few sips of water in the cup were far too little to do anything about it.

His eyes scanned the lab floor and finally spotted a case of mineral water in a corner. He quickly grabbed three or five bottles, unscrewed the caps, and poured them all over the room.

The flooding of Jinshan Temple was quite effective; the fire was extinguished, and some of the data was preserved.

But now is not the time to analyze which of these papers are useful and which are not. Chi Mengli opened her backpack and took out all the documents from the tin bucket, ignoring the lingering ashes on them.

Chi Mengli trampled all the ashes on the documents and put them into his backpack. Just as he was about to pull up his backpack, he realized something was wrong. He quickly rolled forward and left the spot he had just been in.

"Bang bang bang!" The bullets hit the floor perfectly, sparking sparks. If you hadn't rolled forward, even if you were wearing a bulletproof vest, you would have definitely broken two ribs.

Chi Mengli, who had rolled to the side, also raised her hand and fired, returning fire towards the source of the gunshot.

The muzzle of the MP3 submachine gun emitted a long string of sparks as a series of bullets shot towards a nearby pillar, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Ah Fei hid behind a pillar, pressing his body tightly against the concave surface, holding a Black Star pistol, waiting for a gap in the enemy's attack.

The MP3 has a magazine capacity of 32 rounds, which can suppress fire for a long time when firing in three-round bursts.

After waiting for a long time, Ah Fei still couldn't find a good opportunity to retaliate, so he could only continue to cower behind the steel beams and wait for a chance.

Chi Mengli continued firing while moving diagonally. This was the first time he had encountered bullets returning fire since entering the factory. The other guys who had fallen were either armed with axes or steel pipes, the worst of the worst. This guy was definitely a big fish.

After fighting for so long, he had come to realize that there might not actually be many guns in this drug production camp.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a Hong Kong movie world, and he didn't have unlimited bullets. After the last peanut was fired, he quickly removed the magazine and replaced it with a new one.

But even if it's done quickly, it still takes a few seconds, giving Ah Fei an opportunity. He quickly slipped out from behind the steel beam and pulled the trigger at Chi Mengli's location.

"bang bang bang"

But Ah Fei's marksmanship was mediocre. He didn't have many bullets and had no opportunity to practice. He fired several shots in a row, but the masked idiot in front of him dodged them all. He didn't hit the idiot with any of his eight bullets. He was really lucky.

Slightly agitated, he threw the empty bullets at Chi Mengli, using them as a hidden weapon, and then pounced like a hungry tiger, ready to fight the masked idiot in front of him.

The sound of the Black Star pistol slicing through the air was different from that of peanuts. Chi Mengli recognized it immediately. Seeing that Ah Fei was preparing for a cautious hand-to-hand combat, she was amused by the enemy's foolishness.

But morally speaking, the Black Star pistol has run out of bullets, so what other options do they have besides using their fists and feet?

He shifted his body to the side, easily dodging the irregularly shaped dart.

Chi Mengli first crossed her arms into a cross shape, then pushed forward, forcefully pushing back the bandit who was attacking with a running start. She then stretched her hands forward, took a step forward, and slapped the bandit in the chest with her palm.

With his other hand, he unleashed a powerful strike, binding Ah Fei's outstretched arm. With a quick twist, he used his clapping hand to deliver a Lion's Mouth strike, landing on Ah Fei's collarbone and leaving him breathless.

This was a mercy. Normally, the Lion's Mouth strike in Bajiquan should hit the throat. Given the strength of Chi Mengli's hand, it would have shattered his throat without a doubt.

But this scoundrel has a short-handed dog in his hands, he's a key figure. It doesn't matter if his hands and feet are broken, but he must be able to speak.

Ah Fei, who had been hit, felt a sharp pain in his collarbone, which he assumed was broken. After reaching this conclusion, all he could think about was escaping. How much force was there to shatter his collarbone with a single blow?

With his left hand locked, he had nowhere to run, because the masked expert had already raised his hand, and a new round of attack had begun.

Ah Fei recognized this move; it was the Xingmen Huochui of Bajiquan, because his martial arts school master had told him that Xingmen Huochui was like firecrackers flying everywhere, devastating and dense with its continuous strikes.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen punches landed on his chest, and his ribs made a series of cracking sounds, indicating that they had all been broken.

He tried to retaliate, but as soon as he raised his hand, it was locked in place. He was punched in the joint, which fractured his bone, leaving him completely immobile and only able to defend passively.

After warming up, Chi Mengli unleashed a powerful punch, landing a blow to Afei's forehead and sending him flying. In truth, this scoundrel wasn't a trained fighter, not even as skilled as Xizai, who was adept at using routines.

He's just a martial arts enthusiast who's learned a little Muay Thai and boxing.

However, in the underworld, they would quickly rise to prominence. After all, most gangsters treat the underworld workplace and gangs as just companies, a way to make a living. They would never even run a run, let alone go to a gang's boxing gym to practice.

If Chi Mengli were to fight a top expert like Yuan Qingbei, this move would definitely hit his temple, instantly sending him to meet the King of Hell.

But this also stirred up Ah Fei's brains, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Chi Mengli didn't check whether A Fei was dead or alive. The forehead is the most solid part of the human body. Even if it gets hit by a brick, it won't be a problem. She knew how much force she used.

This guy was initially stunned into a daze, but now he's faking it, preparing for a desperate fight.

He bent down, picked up the magazine from the ground, put it in his backpack, took a new one from his tactical vest, mounted it on his M3 submachine gun, pulled the bolt back with a crisp click, aimed it at the bandit's joints, and pulled the trigger.

"what"

The peanut pierced through his muscles and shattered his joints. Ah Fei howled in pain and stopped pretending to be dead.

"Push to the street!"

Chi Mengli didn't know what to say. All the practical experience of these losers came from Jackie Chan's movies or Hollywood blockbusters.

But for a true expert, if the opponent falls to the ground silently, the best way is to smash the opponent's head with a big rock. If it's in the ring, then use the Soviet-style sit-down move.

A good opponent is one that doesn't move!
Seeing Ah Fei endure the pain and continue crawling forward, Chi Mengli was moved by the tenacity of life. So she raised her hand again, aimed at Ah Fei's limbs, and fired a few more shots.

"I can let you go, but you have to tell me one thing!"

"Where is Professor K? Just say the word and I'll let you go!"

With a deliberately hoarse voice, Chi Mengli asked Professor K where he was hiding.

Upon hearing the question from the masked expert, Ah Fei stopped crawling forward, struggled to turn over, and looked at Chi Mengli with a bitter smile, saying painfully, "What did Professor A send you here for?"

"Only by eliminating all those in the know can Professor A be reborn as a human!"

"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other!"

Chi Mengli dislikes mystery dramas the most. They contain too much information and are too mentally taxing. Trying to guess based on the clues in the drama is too much of a headache. Therefore, he prefers Gu Long to Jin Yong.

Because he experienced and tried all the martial arts stories that Gu Long wrote next to the mahjong table.

When Ah Fei recited the only ancient poem he could remember, he looked at the mysterious masked master and waited for his reply.

Chi Mengli's reply was simple: she threw a fresh peanut at A Fei's knee.

"I don't know! We separated after you used the sweet potato to blow open the door!"

"Professor A must have sent you. Only Professor A can find the real people in the martial arts world."

Ah Fei screamed and shouted loudly.

Judging from his lying face down on the ground, this guy had a mental breakdown and couldn't get any more information out of him. To stop him from making a fuss, the guy kicked him unconscious.

"You've been watching from the sidelines for ages! You haven't opened fire, you haven't rushed over to help, so you must be one of our own. Come out!"

After knocking Ah Fei unconscious, Chi Mengli looked at the iron cabinet in the upper right corner and said calmly.

But after waiting for three seconds and still no one came out, he sneered, raised his M3 submachine gun, and fired a few peanuts at the cabinet, trying to force out the bastards watching the commotion behind him.

(End of this chapter)