Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 538, Section 128: There is no way back.
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But since things have come to this, there's nothing we can do but make things worse!

This was Mud Snail's second time visiting the warehouse. Everything inside was new to him, but now was not the time to look at a peculiar sight. He first pulled on the drooling gull to bring the clueless little drooler back to his senses.

This wasn't the first time Kou Shui Kun had seen blood on his hands, but it was indeed a murder case. His hands were trembling, the gun was swaying wildly, and he was pulled by the mud snail, making him unsteady on his feet. His fingers involuntarily wanted to pull the trigger.

Previously, when he worked for the Big Circle Boys, all he had to do was watch the cars and at most show off by firing a couple of shots at the cars behind him. He never expected that his first time working with Big Circle Boys would be such a great success.

"What the hell! Wake up!"

"The plane isn't finished yet, and we don't want anything to go wrong, so we need to stay focused."

Seeing that Kou Shui Kun was disoriented and unable to move, Mud Snail quickly slapped Kou Shui Kun across the face to bring him back to his senses.

The slap that hit him immediately woke him up. He swallowed hard, nodded, and said he could handle it and that there would be no problem.

no problem!
It would be a miracle if there were no problem!
Mud Snail finally understood that when Black Tiger and Old Ding were doing things for them, they sent thugs instead of just empty talkers. These scoundrels couldn't get anything done!

But now that things have come to this, even if he wanted to back out, it was too late! He could only pull himself together and continue to overcome the difficulties.

Despite the overwhelming enemy forces, Jin Ding wielded his sword and broke through the encirclement!
Now it's Mud Snail's turn to break through the four gates!

Seeing that Kou Shui Kun had temporarily returned to normal, Mud Snail was slightly relieved. He looked around and found that the warehouse was still quiet, without a single ghost in sight.

The container has been loaded onto the truck, and the cargo box should be full of pork.

As long as you drive the car off the dock, you'll become incredibly wealthy!
"Open the gate, and you stay here to guard it. Anyone who isn't one of us, kill them all."

With one person already dead, the only option left was to go all the way. After instructing his henchman to guard the gate, Mud Snail pulled Saliva Kun along, telling the scoundrel to follow.

Kou Shui Kun paused for a moment, then quickly bent down and followed behind Ni Luo.

Running up to the truck, Mud Snail pulled on the door and found that it could be opened. He quickly climbed the ladder, opened the door, and prepared to get in.

"Bang bang... bang bang bang..."

Just as the mud snail tried to move, several peanuts shot out from the dark corner, hitting the car door and sending sparks flying. He could only shrink back and fall to the ground.

Upon seeing Mud Snail fall to the ground, Kou Shui Kun assumed that Mud Snail had been beaten to death by the Pink Guys and, without hesitation, tried to turn around and run away.

Seeing his good friend about to leave without caring about his life or death, Mud Snail was so angry that his eyes turned red. He quickly got up, reached out and grabbed Kou Shui Kun's clothes, telling him not to leave yet.

"Damn it! Is that a fire poker you're holding? Get to work!"

"If we fail to secure the goods, we won't even have the money to run away with!"

"Think clearly!"

Mud Snail managed to get a little over 100,000 yuan from the underground betting station. He gave half to his parents and told them to take it and leave. He used the other half to buy equipment.

If they were being chased by the cops, they could go to Kowloon Walled City to lay low. But this time they were traitors, working for triads. Even if they fled to Kowloon Walled City, they would still be dead. The triads' companies in Kowloon Walled City wouldn't let them go.

Since death is inevitable either way, I might as well fight it out here. The firecrackers outside had long since stopped, and the thunder inside the warehouse should have been heard by those outside. Even if they didn't react immediately, the citizens of Hong Kong are all worldly-wise, and besides, Taikoo Wharf has security personnel.

The supervisors inside are all retired police officers; they definitely know what thunder and firecrackers sound like, and they might already be calling the police station.

Now everyone's stuck here. The fans don't want to lose the goods, nor do they want to stay in the warehouse, because if they lose the goods, Ninth Sister will definitely not let them off the hook, but if they get caught by the cops, they'll be sentenced to at least twenty to thirty years in prison.

Both sides wanted to end the gunfight as soon as possible and escape.

Spitting Kun, who had been slapped awake by Mud Snail, realized that they didn't have much money left. Even if they ran away now, they would need money.

Without money, he couldn't move an inch, so he quickly picked up his AK rifle, stood up straight, and started firing at the same angle he had used to return fire.

"Da da da da da"

Flames burst from the muzzle of the AK rifle, and peanuts shot out one by one, suppressing the pink-clad men who wanted to peek out.

Seeing that Kou Shui Kun finally stood up and took control of the situation, Ni Luo climbed back onto the vehicle and entered the driver's cab.

The moment he entered the driver's seat, Mud Snail looked at the steering wheel and found the key inserted in it. He hurriedly climbed into the driver's seat, turned the key once, and started the car smoothly.

For the sake of his plan, he specifically sought out someone to teach him how to drive this kind of container truck. He put it in reverse, honked the horn, and warned the gunmen, who were firing incessantly, and the henchmen guarding the gate to get out of the way quickly; he was about to start the engine.

"Bang bang."

Upon hearing the horn, the crew could no longer contain themselves. This was a three-ton cargo; if anything went wrong, they would all die. They ran out from the shadows inside the cargo hold and began firing incessantly at the drooling insects standing on the ground and the mud snails in the driver's cab.

"Get in the car! Stop nagging and get in!"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

Mud Snail rolled down the car window and shouted at the spitting Kun, telling the spitting kid to get in the car quickly.

The henchman guarding the gate quickly pressed the button at the door to raise the warehouse's roller shutter door, then lay down on the ground, rolled out, and exited the warehouse.

He quickly scrambled to his feet and looked around, only to be stunned to find dozens of police officers surrounding the warehouse on the main road outside.

The henchman instinctively picked up the AK rifle in his hand, wanting to take a gamble.

The gangsters don't practice shooting often, but the Flying Tigers' attack team practices every day. Their marksmanship, reaction speed, and mental fortitude are unmatched by the gangsters.

Upon seeing the thug trying to retaliate, the Flying Tigers commander immediately made a decisive move, pulling the trigger and striking the thug, knocking him to the ground.

The mud snail henchman, shot once, collapsed to the ground, completely terrified.

PTU operatives holding bulletproof shields stepped forward and kicked away the AK rifle next to the mud snail henchman. The uniformed operatives behind him first searched him and found the Black Star pistol on his waist before handcuffing the scumbag and carrying him aside to wait for the ambulance to arrive.

Whether this loser can hold on until the ambulance arrives depends on whether his ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!

(End of this chapter)