Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 403, Section 180: Someone took advantage of the situation!
People should not show their weaknesses!
Now, Sister Lian is my weakness.

Chi Mengli smiled and took a step forward, but Holland quickly stepped forward and pointed the gun at the former boss's head, telling him not to make any rash moves.

"Dutch boy, you seduced the boss's wife and betrayed the big boss. You've really trampled all the rules of the underworld underfoot!"

Holland is an undercover agent, a spy for the Criminal Intelligence Bureau. Chi Mengli originally wanted to arrange for him to be a scapegoat, but unexpectedly, this guy was opportunistic and directly sided with Ruan Wen.

"Brother Sheng, if your eyesight is poor, you can't blame the darkness of the underworld!"

"The saying 'the sins of the family should not be visited upon them' is just empty words. As long as you cooperate, I promise not to harm your aunt. But time is running out, and you don't want Sister Lian to die in this hospital room in a daze, do you?"

Holland pulled a pair of twin leaves from his waist, threw them on the ground, and took a step back warily, keeping the gun pointed at Chi Mengli's head at all times.

Ruan Wen remained silent, watching the performance of the two men with great interest. Lian Jie on the bed would not wake up because he had already administered three times the usual dose of sleeping potion. It would probably take seventy-two hours for her to wake up.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Chi Mengli picked up the twin leaves (handcuffs) from the ground and put them on her hands.

Seeing that Chi Mengli was behaving obediently, Ruan Wen sat up from her chair, took out a remote control from her handbag, waved it in front of Chi Mengli, and then led the way out of the room.

With her hands already bound, Chi Mengli squatted down, tidied up all the gift boxes on the floor, placed them next to the small sofa, and then followed Ruan Wen out of the room.

Holland followed closely behind, the black muzzle of his gun always pointed at the former boss's head.

The nursing home was quiet in the dark of night. The three people walked out of the nursing home through the back door without anyone noticing.

All of this was Ruan Wen's scheme, because the call was initiated by Sister Lian, who said that the New Year was coming soon and she wanted to give him a red envelope. Chi Mengli also thought that she hadn't visited Sister Lian in a long time, so she drove over alone.

However, given today's situation, it doesn't matter how many people he brings. As long as he's unwilling to watch Sister Lian ride a rocket, he can't break the deadlock.

The three walked two hundred meters forward, where three cars and an ambulance were waiting at the intersection.

The people waiting in the four cars got out when they saw Nguyen Van arrive; they were all French men dressed in evening tuxedos and bow ties.

In the dead of night, in the middle of nowhere, such elaborate attire is rather eerie.

Holland, holding a Black Star pistol, took a step back and handed Chi Mengli over to Ruan Wen's men.

These Frenchmen in evening suits surrounded Chi Mengli, tied her hands and feet, and then carried her to the ambulance.

A plump woman was waiting in the ambulance. When the ambulance driver saw Chi Mengli arrive, he quickly said, "Hurry up! We only have a minute, or we won't get paid!"

The plump woman gestured a universally understood hand signal to the driver in the cab, urging the Frenchman to quickly lift Chi Mengli up so as not to waste time.

The ambulance driver took out a timer, pressed it, and tossed a box to the plump woman.

The chubby woman first touched Chi Mengli's neck with her hand to locate the spot, then bit open a marker with her teeth and drew a cross on her neck. She then took an object that looked like a pistol and shot it at her neck.

Lying on the folding bed, Chi Mengli felt a pain in her neck and discovered that a tiny sphere had burrowed into her neck.

The plump woman carefully felt around Chi Mengli's neck and found that the magnetic bead had correctly entered her neck. She then wiped the wound with an alcohol wipe, quickly opened the box, and took out a neck brace.

This neck brace has a very unique design; it's made entirely of metal and has a small box on top.

Thirty seconds! Hurry up!

"You gossip! I don't want to die in the car!"

The driver urged the plump woman with her curly, ramen-noodle-like hair to hurry up.

The chubby woman cursed under her breath, then pressed down on the magnetic bead with her hand and whispered, "You bastard, be careful. If the bead doesn't match, we're all doomed."

"The small box in the collar contains explosives. It's my sister's secret recipe. But my sister only provides the craft, not the illegal items. Whether it's sweet potatoes or C4 explosives, my sister doesn't know."

"Cooperate a little. If you match the magnetic bead, you can still live. If you don't match the magnetic bead, your head will be blown to the sky. You don't want to be decapitated. Xing Tian can live without a head, but you, you good-for-nothing, are guaranteed to die without a head!"

Xing Tian is a mythological figure, while I am just a Wu Dalang who was persecuted by adulterers. In order to keep my head on my neck, Chi Mengli cooperated very well to help the fat lady complete the magnetic bead comparison.

The collar with the bomb attached was thus secured to Chi Mengli's neck.

"Fifty-eight seconds! That's too slow. You should adjust the time to two minutes."

The driver walked from the cab to the back cabin, took out several medicine bottles, and began to adjust the medicine. Ten seconds later, white powder appeared in the tiny syringe.

"You idiot, this is Ten-Fragrance Muscle-Softening Powder. Just one injection and your limbs will be softer than noodles."

As soon as the driver finished speaking, he made a zero-frame move, inserting the needle into Chi Mengli's thigh. With a push of his finger, all the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder in the syringe was injected into Chi Mengli's thigh.

Ever since Jin Yong finished writing about the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder, all sorts of magical little pills in the martial arts world have acquired elegant names.

Sure enough, the Ten Fragrant Soft Tendon Powder worked really fast. Chi Mengli soon felt the sensation in her limbs say goodbye to her.

After everything was settled, Ruan Wencai appeared before Chi Mengli once again.

“Brother Sheng, a man should keep his word. I’ve already turned off the timer, so Sister Lian won’t have any problems.”

"I've always wanted to invite you to a unique auction, but when I learned that you, Sheng-ge, are already the patrolman of the water room, I became even more interested in you. The professor should also be in your hands."

"The price we've set for you is HK$20 million. I believe the Water House will definitely be willing to pay more than HK$20 million to redeem you, especially since you also possess the secret formula for the Blue Blood."

"Brother Sheng, you're my lucky star, you'll definitely break my new record."

Chi Mengli, whose limbs were weak and sore, realized that she was indeed very valuable after hearing Ruan Wen's description, since there was no pork product in Asia with a higher purity than blue blood.

Whether Shui Fang will offer 20 million or more to buy his own life remains to be seen.

If the immortal Jin himself comes, my chances of survival are as high as 10 percent; if someone else comes, my chances of survival are only 1 percent.

"Now that I've finished speaking, let's take Brother Sheng to the island."

Nguyen Van clapped his hands, and immediately two Frenchmen in tuxedos stepped forward, closed the ambulance door, and the ambulance drove off towards the dock. "Nguyen Van, here's what I wanted!"

Holland, who was standing to the side smoking, saw that Handsome Sheng had already left. He spat the cigarette butt out of his mouth onto the muddy ground, stomped it out, and demanded everything that Ruan Wen had promised him.

He can't stay in Hong Kong anymore, and he can't even stay or get close to places with Chinatown.

Although he is not a member of the Hongmen and does not have to abide by the Hongmen rules, he has committed two of the most serious crimes according to the rules of the underworld: having an improper relationship with the gang leader's sister-in-law and betraying the boss. If he does not want to die, he will have to leave Hong Kong tonight and never come back.

Nguyen Van nodded to the Frenchmen beside him, and one of them quickly walked to the trunk of a Citroën sedan and took out a small leather suitcase.

“I’ve already exchanged it for francs for you. This small suitcase is made of galvanized steel, so it won’t be a problem even if it goes through an X-ray. After all, there are no security checks in Hong Kong now, so you can leave Hong Kong by plane.”

Ruan Wen took the small box, opened it, and showed the fake francs inside to Holland Boy.

The Dutchman knew about the franc, since the Dutch guilder was about the same length as the franc, and the portrait of Jean Racine on each fifty-franc note was very enviable.

Holland only recognizes numbers and banknote names, not whether they are real or fake. Besides, the goods in Ruan Wen's possession are high-end products. Although they can't fool the bank, they can fool small vendors and circulate normally without any problems.

In Europe and America, we are still in the era of paper money, not yet in the era of credit cards. In normal circulation, a box of francs can sustain a decent life in France for a long time.

Thinking of this, Holland quickly took the box from Ruan Wen's hand, briefly tapped it, then closed the box and prepared to turn and leave.

"goodbye!"

Holland, having picked up the cash box, said goodbye and turned to leave, heading to Kai Tak Airport to begin his new life.

"goodbye!"

Ruan Wen also stretched out her hand, mimicking the gesture of the lucky cat, to say goodbye to Holland.

"boom"

The Frenchman, standing in the shadows, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger at the Dutchman's head.

A dazzling spark flew from the muzzle of the gun, and a peanut-sized pellet shot out, hitting Holland on the head and leaving a tiny speck of blood.

Holland, shot in the head, fell to the ground, still clutching the banknotes he had been longing for.

People die for wealth, birds die for food—it's fate!

Ruan Wen smiled as she watched Holland fall to the ground, dead, and ordered her men to bring over the briefcase that Holland was still clutching tightly.

Ruan Wen's men approached Holland and, with great effort, pried Holland's hands open, retrieved the box, and handed it to Miss Ruan Wen.

"It's almost time! We should leave!"

After giving the order, Ruan Wen didn't look at Holland lying on the ground. Instead, she got into the car. Time was running out, and she had to get back to the island before dawn to deliver the goods to the warehouse before she could notify her customers.

Many people are interested in the Water Room Patrol Horse and the Blue Blood Secret Formula, both of which are considered priceless treasures by some martial arts masters.

Lying inside the car, Xi Ren didn't know how long she had slept. When she opened her eyes, she found that it was already dawn. An owl was perched on the hood of the car, its big eyes staring straight at her.

The arrival of an owl at the door is not a good omen in Xi Ren's hometown.

Startled by the owl, Xi Ren quickly sat up straight, glanced at her watch, and realized it was already three o'clock in the morning, but Liang Zai Sheng in the driver's seat had not yet returned.

This is going to spoil the food!
She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and pulled out a double-barreled miniature pistol that could only fire two bullets from the inside of her thigh. She hurried toward the nursing home.

The South Asian security guard in charge of the main gate was asleep, but the side gate was still open, so she quietly slipped in.

The nursing home was still quiet, after all, it was only three in the morning. Although she didn't know which room Lian Jie, the mother of Liangzai Sheng, lived in, only the security room and one room on the third floor had lights on, so her target was clear.

Rushing up to the third floor, Xiren held two miniature pistols in her hands, calmed her breathing, and walked forward step by step until she arrived at Sister Lian's room. She found that the door was not closed, so she reached out and opened the door a crack, and saw a Double Happiness cigarette lying in the gift box.

These gifts were purchased by myself early this morning at the department store; they are all the most popular health products right now.

Although she smokes, she only smokes her family's menthol cigarettes. Many of the people around her smoke cigars, but not many smoke Double Happiness cigarettes, since it's a cheap, low-cost tobacco that South Asian men like to smoke.

Upon seeing the red double happiness symbol on the carpet, Xiren finally realized what was happening. She quickly went inside and found a middle-aged woman lying on the bed, sleeping painfully. She first reached out and touched the woman's nose, then rubbed it with her hand and discovered traces of sleeping potion.

The items in the drawer were even more thrilling: a potato whose timer had stopped was lying quietly inside.

Xi Ren squatted down and looked at the balance device on the earth gourd. The person who made the earth gourd was very rough. There was no mercury trigger point on this balance device. Even if it was upside down, it would not trigger the earth gourd. She reached out and took the earth gourd that had stopped timing in her hand.

The level was crude, but the rest of the equipment was quite sophisticated; the lead wire and copper needle inside were standard equipment used in the Western military camps.

She memorized every detail of the sweet potato, randomly picked a gift bag, put the sweet potato inside, tidied up the gift box, and put it in the cabinet.

The dose of sleeping potion is quite large, and Sister Lian won't wake up for a while. If the gifts are placed on the ground, the caregivers will become suspicious, so we can't afford to cause any unnecessary trouble now.

Xi Ren turned off the bedroom light, placed the double-barreled miniature gun on the bedside table, and began to think about the whole process, trying to find something wrong. She sat for a full half hour before picking up the phone and calling her old acquaintance.

"Which one?"

"I, Azhu, need you to do something for me now. Name your price."

“Sister Azhu, your business is my business, so please don’t hesitate to ask.”

"I need the phone numbers of a few people, and I also need you to send someone to keep an eye on them, including their pager numbers and names. I will send them to you via fax."

Handsome Sheng usually has his henchmen with him, but today he didn't bring anyone. What a coincidence! When you're not with anyone, you get caught like a turtle in a jar!

There must be a mole!
After Xiren finished speaking, she put down the microphone. She wanted to see who was the traitor!

(End of this chapter)