Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 468: A Strong Start but a Weak Finish

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Stumbling out of the alley, Dazhi saw the bright sunshine again. His face was still pale, but the good news was that he was no longer sweating.

The resettlement allowance given by the organization is non-refundable.

Dazhi took out the paparazzi, covered it with his sleeve, and prepared to cross the road.

"Didi didi didi."

"Drip drip"

Because someone violated traffic regulations, chaos erupted on the road. Drivers in Hong Kong, who were also suffering from road rage, were all honking their horns frantically, trying to get rid of the person blocking their way.

At that moment, Dazhi had only one thought in his mind: to cross the road and smash Greyhound Seven's head in the river! He ignored the chaotic mess on the main road and continued walking quickly forward, heading straight for the armored vehicle that was transporting Greyhound Seven.

Greyhound Seven, sitting in the police van, yawned boredly. This was his first court appearance, and the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) officers had already told him to speak according to his prepared statement.

Put all the blame on Boxing King Sheng, and while you're at it, take a bite out of Shenxian Jin, saying that the money from the illegal gambling ring will eventually flow to the company controlled by Shuifang.

He wasn't stupid; Greyhound Seven wouldn't dare say he'd lose his life. His mentor, Boxing King Sheng, was already dead. Betraying his mentor and absorbing imperial aura wasn't a life-threatening matter.

But if it really involves the character's name and implicates the guild master, his whole family will not have a good ending.

Last night, my wife came to visit me in prison and mentioned that her son had brought back a bag full of cash, all of it in red tung oil. She counted it and it was a good 200,000.

This is the hush money and resettlement allowance given by the gang. As long as you don't talk nonsense, there's no problem.

Lychee Skin, sitting opposite Greyhound 7, was a guy sent by O-Team. Feeling that it was a bit noisy outside, he helplessly picked at his ear.

This is Kowloon Island, and all the roads are four-lane. If there's even the slightest problem, they'll be completely blocked, just like a toilet.

Seeing Greyhound Seven with his head down, he said, "What are you thinking? Don't try anything funny!"

“If you cooperate, we’ll send you to New Zealand and find you a charity prison with single cells. If you cause trouble, we’ll put you in a shrine.”

“The water room now sees you as a thorn in their side. If you enter the ancestral hall, you won’t last ten minutes.”

"Cooperate well! We will arrange for your whole family to move to New Zealand as agreed, so you can live out the rest of your life in peace."

"According to the agreement, you should be sentenced to a maximum of two years. Considering your current detention time, it will be at most one year. As long as you serve one year in jail, you can immigrate for free. This is a very good deal."

Many gangsters who signed the tainted witness agreement later regretted it in front of the magistrate.

Therefore, before sending someone to see the big boss, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the Narcotics Bureau, and the anti-triad units in each district must test their lies to ensure there are no mistakes before they dare to report to the Department of Justice.

The master is busy with countless affairs every day. If he keeps bothering himself with such trivial matters, he will definitely face trouble in the future.

Lychee Peel gave a warning, then described the bright future to Greyhound Seven, before clenching his fist and banging hard on the car door, prompting the military uniform outside to unlock the armored vehicle's door.

The soldier standing outside opened the car door as requested by Lychee Peel.

"Sir, the green channel is being opened, at the latest in two minutes."

The man in military uniform glanced at the closed side door of the courthouse and reported in a low voice.

Lychee Peel, who jumped off the car, nodded. He hadn't smoked the whole way, but he couldn't resist any longer. He took out a Red Wan cigarette, put one in his mouth, patted his pocket, and realized he didn't have a lighter. He could only beckon to the military veteran in front of him.

Realizing what was happening, the soldier quickly took out his disposable lighter and handed it to the lychee peel.

Lychee Peel, who was smoking, took a drag, coughed lightly, glanced at the already opened side door, snapped his fingers, and said loudly, "Get to work!"

"Once we get through the side door and hand them over to the bailiffs from the Department of Justice, we'll be all set."

"Damn it! Usually we just drive right into the yard, but today we have to wait outside. The sun is so strong outside, it's making me dizzy. We're all servants working for the Queen, do we have to torture each other like this?!"

Lychee Peel grumbled and ordered the uniformed guards beside him to unload Greyhound Seven from the vehicle. Once it was delivered through the side gate, the mission would be accomplished.

Once the magistrate has interrogated them, they'll be sent back to headquarters jail intact, and that'll be the end of it.

This kind of illegal gambling involving millions of dollars and dozens of people will take at least two months to investigate. That means I'll have to send Greyhound 7 to the police station at least five or six times during those two months before the case is finally closed.

Every time someone is taken away, it's a test, especially for a traitor like Greyhound Seven who has already become a double agent. The Water Room will definitely not let him off the hook and will definitely draw red cards to do things.

We're all old rivals, and we know exactly what to do next.

"Yes, sir!"

Two young men in military uniforms jumped into the car, untied Greyhound Seven, and then put specially made handcuffs on his waist, feet, and hands.

An older man in a military uniform asked Li Zhipi for a cigarette, took off his hat, and fanned himself with it, muttering, "Ah Pi, you're all high and mighty now, transferred from the Anti-Triads to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."

"When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven!"

"Inspector Kwok of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is a renowned detective in the police force. He even managed to bring a group of professors who had been troubling Hong Kong for several years to make a name for themselves, seizing several tons of pork."

“You made the right move. Inspector Siu-to from the Narcotics Bureau has been having a run of bad luck lately. Several big cases that seemed certain have fallen through in the end.”

"After working with Inspector Kwok for several years and receiving a few personal commendations, even if I fail the promotion exam in the end, I can still earn an extra tens of thousands of dollars when I retire."

There are no secrets among cops and buddies.

That officer, that policeman, is capable, decisive, and good at solving cases; all the uniformed officers below him know this perfectly well.

Lychee Peel smiled smugly. He was originally going to the Narcotics Investigation Department for this department transfer, but he found his best friend from Wong Chuk Hang, played a game of football with the foreigners, and gave them a big gift, which allowed him to change his destination to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

The "pink gang" is notorious for its inhumanity. Although they don't usually engage in black-hat shootings or the Shark Dim Sum Shop thing anymore, the starting sentence of more than ten years is something most people can't endure.

A gangster might have a dagger for self-defense, but a "pink guy" is different. Once he makes money, he'll definitely buy himself a good short dog.

If it were Miss Bai, and the amount of pork was large, these fans would definitely raise their short dogs in retaliation.

Maintaining order is acceptable, but to dedicate one's life to Her Majesty the Queen is a noble sentiment that Lychee Peel does not possess.

“Brother Wei, you’re already a senior, you can switch departments. Do you want to patrol the streets every day? Even if you don’t want to take the next step forward, you can apply to transfer to an office and take a break.”

Lychee Peel and the man in military uniform in front of him were old acquaintances, so they spoke without much restraint.

If you're too old and your reactions are slow, don't fight on the front lines!

There are so many gangsters now, all carrying potatoes and robbing gold shops. If you're not careful, you'll get caught up in it. It's better to switch to a writing job, where you can leave on time and your salary won't be much less.

"What the hell! Who do you think my dad is, Li Ka-shing?!"

Old Wei flicked some cigarette ash onto the ground, muttered a complaint, and said, "There's a subsidy for patrolling the streets, 1,600 yuan a month. My eldest daughter is in college, so it comes out to 800 yuan a month."

"My youngest daughter attends a church-run primary school and also needs to learn piano, which costs several hundred dollars a month."

“We also have an apartment to pay the mortgage, and a small business like this costs more than two thousand yuan a month.”

"Losing this 1,600 yuan won't force me to beg on the streets, but it will definitely affect my quality of life."

"There's so much noise in the street, is something going to happen?"

The noise and beeping on the street grew louder and louder. Wei Lao threw the red cigarette in his mouth onto the ground, turned his head, and saw Da Zhi, whose face was pale and eyes were bloodshot, walking towards him like a walking corpse.

"Pah, pah, pah, you jinx!"

"Hands up, put your guns down."

Lychee Peel spat twice, telling Wei Lao not to jinx it. He said that as long as Greyhound Seven was sent through the side door, the job would be done. But he didn't hear Wei Lao's reply. He turned his head in confusion and saw Da Zhi walking towards him.

However, Lychee Peel had good eyesight and could see clearly that Dazhi was holding a short dog in his right hand.

Wei Lao's jinx really came true!
Lychee Peel cursed inwardly, then pulled Lion Nose from its holster and aimed at Dazhi, who was walking towards him.

The other officers on guard duty, seeing Lychee Pi draw his gun, all reacted quickly, forming alternating cover positions. They positioned themselves in front of cover, aiming their Lion Nose pistols at Da Zhi, who was slowly approaching. The stunned Wei finally realized what was happening, pulled out his Lion Nose pistol, aimed it at Da Zhi, and shouted, "Put down your gun, kneel down, and put your hands behind your head!"

Seeing himself being pointed at by more than a dozen revolvers, Da Zhi trembled even more violently. As if possessed, he also raised the short dog in his hand and aimed it at the cop in front of him.

"Don't force me! Don't force me!"

Don't force me.

Having taken a CID course, Lychee Peel immediately realized that the armed robber in front of him had already broken down mentally. He gripped the lion's nose with his right hand, made a tactical gesture to stop firing with his left hand, and tentatively took a step forward.

"Don't do anything stupid. You've been told by the big boss that once you've done this, you'll be promoted. Don't be naive. You're illegally carrying a weapon, making a scene in the city center. You'll be in deep trouble in eight to ten years."

“You still have a way to turn back. Since the thunder hasn’t sounded yet, I’ll consider it a confession. I’ll have you sign a letter of leniency. If you show a good attitude in admitting your guilt, you’ll only serve a year or two at most.”

“Now you can study in the prison. You can learn computers, accounting, or English. When you come out, you can find a job and start a new life.”

"The powerful figure behind you is a scapegoat. If he really wanted to take the position, he would have sent his own younger brother. Stop trying! You're just a scapegoat!"

Psychological warfare is crucial. Lychee Peel was telling the truth; the charge of illegal possession of weapons isn't serious. As long as there's no thunder, with over a dozen lions pointing their noses at us and Greyhound Seven back in his armored vehicle, even if Guan Yu descended to earth, he couldn't handle it.

Why not hand over the short dog? If no harm is done, it can be considered a surrender.

"Don't force me, don't force me."

Dazhi didn't listen to a single word of the earnest words. He stood there trembling, his short dog darting around in his hand. The pressure was so great that his nose started to bleed.

The nosebleed completely covered the lower half of Dazhi's face, making him look extremely ferocious.

Ordinary citizens on the street also noticed that there was a good show to watch, but when they saw that Dazhi had a pistol, they quickly hid, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire. However, their curiosity to watch the excitement drove them to peek out and observe the situation.

Teacher Li and Chi Mengli were also among the spectators. They sat in chairs, smoking, waiting for the show to end.

Every word of the chattering citizens rang in Dazhi's ears, making this already mentally broken man, who had just drawn the Hong ticket, even more devastated.

He felt his hands were out of control, and he started seeing stars. His mouth tasted salty.

Dazhi felt nauseous, he really felt nauseous, his stomach was churning, and he could barely hold onto the short dog.

"Api, something's not right!"

Wei, who was closest to Dazhi, immediately noticed that something was wrong. He kept adjusting his position, dodging Dazhi's constantly waving gun barrel, and reminding his buddies.

Something's wrong?
Dazhi didn't notice anything wrong with Dazhi. He looked around and found that the onlookers hadn't left the danger zone. He quickly waved his hand and made two hand gestures to signal the guards standing on the perimeter to clear the area.

The police station behind was heavily guarded; the side door, which had been open, was now completely sealed off, with three bailiffs blocking the entrance with bulletproof shields.

Flop!

Lychee Peel cursed inwardly, then looked at Wei Lao and said softly, "Judging from the quality, it's a real gun. This bastard is very emotionally unstable and could easily misfire."

"Shoot him in the thigh? That should take care of him?"

Wei nodded in agreement, but he was still a little worried and quickly reminded him, "Damn it! Thunder is fine, but only hit the thigh."

“If someone dies, the report will be more than ten pages long, and psychological tests will be required. I don’t want to retire early.”

Lychee Peel didn't want to be investigated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so he nodded and said, "You aim for the head, I'll shoot the legs, and that'll take him down."

"One, two"

Just as Lychee Peel was silently counting down the days and pointing the gun at Dazhi's leg, Dazhi suddenly foamed at the mouth, lost his balance, and fell backward to the ground.

But the moment he landed, the short dog in his hand suddenly went off.

"boom"

“Bang, bang…”

Three gunshots rang out, one from Lychee Peel, one from Wei Lao, and one from Da Zhi who had fallen to the ground.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Lychee Peel, whose expression was tense, couldn't help but pull the trigger at the spot where Dazhi had just been standing. However, the shot didn't hurt Dazhi, as he fell backward and was no longer in his original position.

Seeing the lychee peel fire, Wei Lao couldn't hold back any longer and quickly pulled the trigger, shooting out a peanut that hit the trash can next to him.

Three peanuts, all three shots missed!

Dazhi, who was lying on the ground, had his eyes rolled back and was spitting out foam!

After calming herself down, Lychee Peel quickly ran to Dazhi's side, kicked the Black Star pistol out of Dazhi's hand before daring to turn off the safety, put away Lion Nose, and check on Dazhi's condition.

"Call an ambulance and request support from the evidence team."

Lychee Peel shouted to Wei Lao behind him, forcefully ripping open Da Zhi's shirt so that this idiot could breathe some fresh air.

“Calling headquarters, calling emergency headquarters, Officer PG33214, I’m on Mackey Road, please send an ambulance, please send an ambulance, there are injured people who need rescue.”

Wei quickly called the headquarters radio station to have an ambulance sent.

Once the danger was over, Greyhound Seven from the assault vehicle was escorted off by two young men in military uniform and rushed to the side gate.

After the bailiffs verified the identity information, they opened the door and escorted Greyhound Seven inside.

The remaining police officers surrounded Da Zhi's vicinity, fearing that someone might kill him to silence him.

A dull start and an absurd ending.

How can you survive in the underworld by associating with a bunch of spineless cowards!
Chi Mengli sighed inwardly, took out her wallet, picked out a Red Fiery Steak, and paid the bill.

"I remember the first time I worked for a big shot, I felt dizzy and my limbs were as weak as noodles, like I was lying on the ground!"

"I really miss my youthful days. Back then in Hong Kong, the police weren't the biggest bosses; the foreigners were. Those triad bosses and the defeated soldiers from Hanging Neck Ridge didn't take the police seriously at all."

"Looking back now, I realize those bastards were really outrageous, throwing firecrackers, hitting people with clubs, and daring to go head-to-head with the police."

"However, it seems I've won?"

Teacher Li stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, lamenting his lost youth, and casually reminded everyone that he had won the final victory.

"Rolling eyes, foaming at the mouth, adrenaline poisoning. When a person is in a state of fear or excitement, the body will release a large amount of adrenaline to ensure that the person can survive the last hurdle."

"Some people are physically strong and have a strong will, so they rely on adrenaline to get through the big difficulties they face. But most of them end up collapsing and dying because they can't hold on and get poisoned."

"This is why many people fall to the ground immediately after a fight and can't be pulled up."

“Teacher Li, as far as I know, a born criminal like you won’t falter in a critical moment; you’ll only get more and more excited.”

"I have indeed lost!"

"But I want to make one thing clear: Professor K is Xi Ren's. You can negotiate her price yourself. Once you've agreed on it, then tell me your answer."

“I’m an impatient person. Send over a batch of counterfeit pounds first, and then I’ll tell you a new secret, a new secret I just got, but the new secret comes at a different price.”

Chi Mengli discovered that by spending a long time in the murky world of martial arts, one could acquire secrets, and these secrets were extremely valuable, capable of being exchanged for anything one desired.

However, he hadn't decided what he wanted yet, so he put on his sunglasses, picked up his cigarette case, and left the coffee shop.

Mr. Li didn't move. He had arranged to play tennis with someone, and he was still watching the farce in front of the police station.

Wow, this handsome guy knows so much! He's even an expert in medicine, which doesn't match the background I knew!
The young man from Shau Kei Wan Estate, with no path to advancement, is unable to change his fate by entering Wong Chuk Hang because his father is a gangster and has been reported. He can only become a gangster himself.

But neither police officers nor gangsters are experts in medicine!
It's getting more and more fun!

(End of this chapter)