Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 381, Section 158: A Strong Response
(Some of you guys said that chapters 151 and 152 don't connect. I checked and found that nearly 700 words are missing. I contacted the editor, but it will have to wait until after the holiday. I'll try to make it up soon!)

After the convoy drove onto Sima Street, uniformed soldiers and traffic officers helped direct traffic at each intersection.

The traffic lights in front of the emergency lane all turned green, and everything returned to normal only after the convoy had passed smoothly.

"Calling Sister Goose, even the top brother hasn't enjoyed the treatment we're getting now. After the mission is over, I'm going to the mortuary to see if my family's ancestral graves are emitting any auspicious smoke!"

"Indeed, we should go back and visit the ancestral graves; this is a privilege reserved for the Governor-General."

Sister Goose, who was driving with a cigarette in her mouth, heard the cheerful laughter on the walkie-talkie and immediately became furious. She grabbed the walkie-talkie from the dashboard and yelled, "Damn it! What do you think this is, a picnic?!"

"Everyone be on high alert!"

"The nine-tailed fox knows the professor's whereabouts and that he's going to pay respects to his parents tomorrow. The professor won't let this poisonous fox get away with it; there might even be a bloody fight!"

"If you don't want to go to the incense hall, then you all better be on your guard!"

"Push to the street!"

After venting her anger, Sister Goose threw the walkie-talkie back onto the dashboard and continued to keep a close watch on everything around her. Although everything was peaceful for now, there were still at least 15 kilometers to go before reaching the Wan Chai headquarters, and things were not going smoothly.

The laughter and chatter on the walkie-talkie immediately disappeared, replaced by complete silence.

The convoy quickly passed through Sima Street and entered Canton Road. Once on Canton Road, the traffic increased significantly, with a large number of trams, minibuses, private cars, and taxis. Even with the intervention of traffic police, a dedicated lane could not be cleared.

There's no other way. If you don't want to go through the tunnel, you have to go through Canton Road, which is always very congested.

She rolled down the car window, spat the Red Marlboro cigarette with the filter bitten to pieces onto the ground, honked the horn twice to vent her frustration, then took out a cigarette case from her pocket and lit a new Red Marlboro.

Both sides of Guangdong Road are lined with car dealerships, and many sport motorcycles are parked on the roadside, attracting customers.

There are more and more young men riding motorcycles in Hong Kong now, all because of Hollywood blockbusters. These troublemaking young men think that riding a motorcycle makes them tough guys who can go out and pick up girls.

A few days ago, Sister Goose handled a case where a scoundrel who bought a motorcycle couldn't pay off his loan shark debt, so he listened to a pimp and helped transport Miss Bai on the motorcycle. Then he was caught by a military officer during a roadside check.

Since it was within their own jurisdiction, they didn't report it to the Narcotics Investigation Department and handled it themselves, hoping to get some extra benefits at the end of the year. The more cases they handled, the more bonuses their subordinates would receive, and the higher their morale would be.

"buzzing"

The roar of the motorcycle engines pulled Sister Goose back from her reverie. She looked towards the right lane and saw three motorcycles waiting at the traffic light.

On the back of each motorcycle sat a pretty girl in a miniskirt. It was obvious that these were hooligans taking girls out for fun. Seeing these three pretty girls with bare legs and no stockings, I was truly impressed.

This is really resistant to the cold!

But after sizing up the three well-dressed, hot young women, she turned her gaze to the three thugs on motorcycles and immediately sensed something was wrong.

Because these three thugs were wearing leather jackets and jeans, not a full racing suit.

These days, all the hooligans who ride motorcycles wear racing gear and imitate their idols.

Currently, there is only one group that likes to wear leather jackets, and that is the gangsters. Now the underworld has started to use high-tech weapons, such as watermelon knives and steel pipes, which are only used when showing off their horses.

In small-scale team fights, the electric stick is the first choice.

Although the uniforms of the patrolling soldiers are all equipped with lion noses, when it comes to fighting, they mostly use electric batons. This causes less harm and avoids causing big trouble. Otherwise, the Ministry of the Interior would have to investigate for ten days or half a month, which would be very troublesome.

Since the police uniforms used stun guns, gangsters started wearing leather jackets, specifically leather jackets without metal parts. Some experienced gangsters would even have custom-made leather jackets with rubber-covered buttons and synthetic linings to keep the jackets dry at all times.

Because ordinary leather jackets offer about 30%-40% protection against stun guns when dry, but are almost ineffective when wet.

Long-term street experience told Sister Goose that these three motorcycles were not simple. Thinking of this, Sister Goose quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Everyone on alert, there's definitely something fishy going on with those three motorcycles over there."

"Two people go down and check the license plates. Let them go after the convoy has left!"

Waiting for problems to occur is not Sister Goose's style. She immediately ordered the crew in the back car to take action, regardless of whether they were thugs sent by the professor, to deal with these potential threats.

Two officers from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit got out of the car behind. The uniformed officers at the intersection also noticed the commotion, and several uniformed officers holding lion-shaped scepters ran over to support the convoy.

These motorcycle riders wearing helmets were immediately surrounded by uniformed officers who checked their ID cards one by one.

The light turned green, and Sister Goose floored the accelerator, rushing through the intersection with the escort vehicle in front.

The two men who went down to inspect quickly got back into the car and told the uniformed officers to check the vehicle thoroughly. Even if there were no problems, they shouldn't release the people immediately; they should wait ten minutes after the convoy had passed. The busiest area of ​​Canton Road had already been passed, and the traffic on the road had thinned out.

"buzzing"

Just as Sister Goose felt relieved, a motorcycle sped past her car. The pretty girl sitting in the back opened her backpack, took out a timed potato covered in glue, and threw it onto the transport vehicle.

The man driving the motorcycle accelerated instantly, frantically driving away from the escort vehicle.

"I lost it!"

The installation of the timed potato was completed in the blink of an eye, with the woman, Sister Goose, who was smoking a cigarette, was stunned. Just as she was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to stop the escort vehicle, the timed potato burst into a large burst of sparks.

The immense impact caused the transport vehicle to perform two 365-degree Thomas spins on the road before crashing heavily onto the road.

Feeling the car sway and the front of the car lift up, Sister Goose quickly swerved the steering wheel to avoid crashing into the escort vehicle that was blocking the road in front of her. Despite her efforts, she did not hit the escort vehicle, but she still crashed into the curb.

The airbag deployed and blocked her way, narrowly preventing her from suffocating.

Thank goodness I was wearing my seatbelt!

Sister Goose unbuckled her seatbelt, frantically grabbed the radio microphone from the dashboard, and shouted, "Calling headquarters, this is Chen Yuan'e, number 071457. The convoy has been attacked on Guangdong Road West. Requesting backup."

"Calling headquarters, this is Chen Yuan'e, ID 071457. I have encountered a bomb attack in Daoxi, Guangdong. The suspect's fate is unknown. Requesting backup."

"Headquarters received. The Flying Tigers support team is already collecting equipment. The nearby PTU Mobile Unit has been notified that the Viper Squad of the Canton Road PTU Mobile Unit will arrive in three minutes."

"Superintendent Zhuang Guoxing orders you to set up a defensive position on the spot and not to let anyone take the criminal suspect away."

The communications officer on the radio relayed the order from the head of the radio station. Sister Goose shouted "Received!" and then ran off the vehicle in a daze. She went to the overturned transport vehicle, pressed her face against the broken window, and looked at the situation inside.

"Ben! Ben! Wake up!"

Sister Goose pounded on the bulletproof glass, trying to wake up Ben, who was lying on the ground, his fate unknown.

The police vans and traffic officers all rushed back and blocked the transport vehicle. Everyone had heard the orders on the radio.

Seeing that she couldn't wake up the large truck on the ground, Sister Goose had no choice but to give up and have the vehicles that hadn't been affected by the back door parked across the side of the escort vehicle, waiting for reinforcements.

Using timed sweet potatoes is just an appetizer; these drug addicts are already engaged in head-threatening activities. They not only disregard the law but also don't value their own lives.

If I'm not mistaken, the Dirty Rat should be nearby, and the professor certainly won't let the Nine-Tailed Fox get away.

Thinking about this, Sister Goose gave a bitter smile. She had really chosen the wrong path. She should have gone undercover; maybe she wouldn't have had to suffer like this. But there's no going back in life, so she could only point the gun at Lion Nose straight ahead.

She only brought two drum magazines, which meant she only had twelve bullets. She had to use them sparingly, as the first wave of rescue wouldn't arrive for another three minutes.

Just as Sister Goose was considering that she only had twelve chances to shoot birds, a dump truck, 500 meters away, ignored the flashing red traffic lights and accelerated straight towards her.

A dump truck moving at full speed can knock even a fully grown male elephant flying in its path.

"bang bang bang"

The loud engine noise attracted everyone's attention. Sister Goose immediately opened fire on the cab of the dump truck, trying to kill the driver. However, with the dump truck moving at full speed, the airflow was chaotic, and peanuts were flying everywhere. Not a single shot hit the cab.

The other officers, having regained their senses, also raised their guns and fired, but this time they were smarter; instead of attacking the driver's cab, they fired at the wheels.

A string of peanuts shot out of the gun barrel, hitting the front tire squarely. The rubber tire didn't explode as expected; movies are movies after all, and rubber's resilience is far greater than that of humans.

Start the engine.

It was too late. Before Sister Goose could finish speaking, the dump truck crashed into the car blocking the road. The huge impact crushed the car, which slid along the ground.

"Crunch. Click"

The noise from the tires and chassis rubbing against the concrete road echoed throughout the entire road.

The two men who couldn't dodge in time were sent flying, soaring several meters into the air before landing on the road, coughing up blood.

The dump truck, carrying a sedan, crashed into the escort vehicle, attempting to continue ramming and crushing it. However, due to the close proximity, the accumulated force had dissipated, and the truck only managed to overturn the escort vehicle.

(End of this chapter)