Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 539, 129: One group ran away, but there's still a bunch left!
(Thanks to Ragdoll for the support!)
Thunder rumbled inside the warehouse. Mud Snail was frantically adjusting the reversing angle, completely unaware of the situation outside. Mouthwatering Kun, holding an AK rifle in one hand, fired aimlessly, suppressing the pink-loving guys who wanted to pop out and fight back.

"Damn it! Stop shooting! Get in the car! Get in the car now!"

The electric warehouse door was rising too slowly, and the container crashed into the warehouse door, making a loud clattering sound.

Mud Snail lowered the car window and told the spitting insect to get in quickly and stop shooting randomly.

Kou Shui Kun was already blinded by rage. He didn't hear the sound of the mud snails at all. He only had one thought in his mind: to kill all the pink-loving guys in front of him.

"Ah Kun! Ah Kun! Get in the car! Get in the car!"

"Didi didi didi."

The warehouse truck door rose higher and higher, and Mud Snail kept honking the horn and shouting, urging Saliva Kun to get on the truck quickly, or it would be too late.

"Da da da da da da."

"clatter"

Smoke billowed from the muzzle of the AK rifle, and the flames stopped shooting out. As the gun went out, Kou Shuikun's excitement cooled down. He had only loaded one magazine of peanuts, and that was it.

His anger subsided, and he became much more sober. He looked around blankly, like a wooden statue.

"Get in! Get in now, Ah Kun!"

Seeing that the drooling boy was still standing there like a fool, the mud snail immediately got angry and honked the horn hard, telling the drooling boy to get on the bus right away.

Upon hearing his good friend's words, Kou Shui Kun finally realized what was happening. He immediately turned around, ran towards the car, and jumped onto the ladder in three quick steps. He opened the car door and prepared to enter the driver's seat.

"Bang bang... bang..."

Without suppressive fire, Professor J's fans popped up, brandishing their short-barreled guns and firing into the cockpit.

"Holy crap! I've won the lottery!"

With all his might, Kou Shui Kun squeezed into the driver's seat. Before he could even close the door, a peanut had hit his thigh and was popping out.

"Close the door! Close the door now!"

"Win the jackpot?! If we can't get past this level, we'll all win the jackpot and go to the underworld to sell salted duck eggs!"

"Do it!"

Mud Snail slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and threw the AK rifle on the dashboard at Spitwater Kun with the other. Now was not the time to wail and howl; they had to get through this first.

The gunmen all crawled out and kept firing at the truck's cab.

Despite the excruciating pain in his buttocks, Kou Shui Kun could only pull back the bolt, load the Peanut, lower the car window, point the AK rifle forward, and begin firing.

It took a lot of effort for Mud Snail to drive the truck out of the cargo hold. When he turned the truck around and looked at the road, he was immediately dumbfounded!
The main road was teeming with police officers, all armed with real guns, their muzzles pointed at the two of them.

"I'll give you a piece of my mind! May Guan Yu protect you!"

"Ah Kun, fire! Let's charge out."

The carriages are full of goods. If you get handcuffed by the cops, you'll have free food and lodging for the rest of your life.

Mud Snail got really worked up and floored the accelerator. The Volvo truck's engine roared to life, reaching its maximum speed.

Charge out!
A Volvo truck at full power is more terrifying than a rhinoceros running at full speed; even a slight scratch can result in a mangled and mangled body.

The Flying Tigers weren't stupid, and neither were the PTU (Police Tactical Unit). They didn't want to risk their lives to become stepping stones for the officers. They all opened fire, but kept retreating, looking for cover.

Peach Blossom Girl, standing in the middle of the group, did want to rush to the front, but the guys in front of her stepped back, blocking her way. Plus, Lighter behind her pulled her aside, so she could only follow the crowd and move backward.

With its head down and steering wheel swerving, the mud snail dodged the flying peanuts, constantly straightening the wheel and rushing back the way it came.

Meanwhile, Kou Shui Kun, sitting in the passenger seat, was not idle either. He leaned against the car door, holding an AK rifle, and kept firing at the cops behind the car.

"Damn it!"

"It seems that Ninth Sister and her gang of scoundrels have been on the radar for a while now!"

"Punch her mother!"

Breaking out of the encirclement, Mud Snail raised its head, looked in the rearview mirror, and breathed a sigh of relief when it realized it had left the cops behind. Then it kept banging the car horn to vent its fear.

Everything went smoothly! Everything went smoothly!

Kou Shui Kun tossed aside the smoking AK rifle in his hand, then turned to the side, not pressing on his wound, and looked around, finding a roll of toilet paper.

Without a second thought, he tore off a huge pile of fruit and put it on his buttocks. He didn't care about infection at the moment; he had to stop the bleeding first.

Otherwise, I would definitely have died in this truck from excessive blood loss.

"That scoundrel Black Tiger always boasts about how infallible he is and how brilliant he is! But when this good-for-nothing does something, he reveals his true colors as an idiot. After much deliberation, he chose the boss's warehouse, which inadvertently attracted the cops."

"Push to the street!"

Mud Snail pounded on the car horn, venting his anger. His henchman had been arrested, and within a night, the entire Hong Kong underworld would know. He had to get the goods out quickly and then get back to work. He had paid the settlement fee for his brother who didn't know what was going on.

Since they're working for me, if something goes wrong, the resettlement allowance absolutely cannot be less.

Kou Shui Kun was also completely baffled. He had no idea how the cops knew about the Wen family warehouse at Taikoo Wharf, or who had set the trap!
But now is not the time to think about these things. He said, "We can't go through the main gate. There are definitely cops guarding it. If we go through the road like in those American movies, with nails on the road, no one can escape." "I know a side road with only a barrier gate. Even if the cops send people to guard it, there won't be many. Besides, this exit is close to Yuen Long. Let's go directly to Yuen Long."

Going through the main entrance is definitely not an option now, so Kou Shui Kun suggested that Ni Luo take the back path directly to Yuen Long.

“We can’t go to Yuen Long, the buyer is waiting! After we’ve settled the goods, I’ll take you to my old friend’s clinic to get your wounds bandaged, and then we’ll find a boat to go out to sea immediately.”

They can't go to Yuen Long. Yuen Long is full of idle public housing estate kids. These gangsters are all informants. If they are targeted, neither of them will survive.

Before doing the work, Mud Snail had already agreed with the buyer that the delivery would take place in Sha Tin. He only needed to drive his car to Sha Tin, hand it over to the buyer, and he would receive the payment.

But he obediently walked down the side road, made a sudden turn, and crashed into a car parked on the side of the road, causing the car's alarm to go off.

"The ghost lingers!"

Looking in the rearview mirror, Mud Snail noticed a car with a siren on it following closely behind the truck, and he cursed under his breath.

Upon hearing Mud Snail's words, Kou Shui Kun struggled to his feet, looked in the rearview mirror on the passenger side, and discovered that there were indeed police cars following behind.

It's truly a lingering ghost!
Kou Shui Kun picked up the AK rifle from the car floor, rolled down the window, locked the door, leaned out with the AK in his hand, and kept pulling the trigger at the police car following behind.

He doesn't care about the rule of not getting his hands dirty with police blood anymore. If he can't get out, he doesn't care about spending another ten years or so in prison. If he can get to the gallows, it would be a relief.

"Da da da da da da."

In the early spring nights of Hong Kong, darkness falls exceptionally quickly. AK rifles unleashed a long burst of fire, sending tiny sparks flying towards the cars following behind.

The tracking car was hit by a long string of peanuts, and immediately began to wobble and become uncontrollable, with black smoke billowing from its engine.

Kou Shui Kun laboriously returned to the driver's seat and remained slumped over. The movement had been too forceful, and his wound had reopened, with blood gushing out like it was free. He quickly tore off a large strip of cloth and covered the wound to stop the bleeding.

This alley was indeed very quiet, and the small gate was guarded by only two uniformed soldiers. Both of them were soldiers, and when they saw the Volvo car driving recklessly towards them, they all swerved to the side without even bothering to pull out their lion noses.

The mud snail accelerated and rushed out, smashing the lifting railing and flying away.

Thanks to the truck, the mud snails and spitting insects were able to escape, but the rice noodle enthusiasts inside the warehouse were not so lucky!
Peach Blossom Girl, holding a megaphone, shouted at the stubborn protesters inside the warehouse: "Officers, don't shout!"

"Put the thing down and come out of the warehouse."

"Listen, you are surrounded. There is no escape! Stop being so stubborn. Continuing to resist will only make your crimes worse."

"Now, lay down your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, and come out to surrender. This is your only way out!"

Shouting out the message was routine. The truck carrying Miss Bai and the pork had been hijacked. The pinkies inside the warehouse were the only way to get through; they had to get them alive.

Peach Girl put down the megaphone and waited for a full minute. Seeing that the pink guy inside was still fighting desperately, she immediately spoke to the Flying Tigers commander: "I want him alive. Is there any way?"

"If I can get it sorted out, I'll host a dinner at Fook Lam Moon tonight and treat the guys to a late-night snack. If they're worried about the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) causing trouble, I don't have to show up; someone else will foot the bill."

"We're all on duty, please help us out!"

The Flying Tigers commander had never been to Fu Lin Men before. A meal there, including tips, would cost at least tens of thousands of dollars. His monthly salary, plus subsidies and mission bonuses, only amounted to a little over six thousand dollars.

The guys inside the warehouse are all armed. If they force their way in, there will definitely be casualties. And if there are casualties, it will be very troublesome. I'll have to write a report and get scolded.

Being able to subdue the brothel owners without bloodshed is a great achievement, and you can even have a late-night snack – the best of both worlds.

“I can handle it! But the warehouse is too big, so we’ll have to turn off the exhaust fans. I’ll use tear gas to force these pinkies out.” The Flying Tigers commander took off his mask and said confidently.

"Hey lighter, tell the guys in the power room to cut off the power to this area."

Without the slightest hesitation, Peach Blossom Girl directly adopted the plan proposed by the Flying Tigers squad leader.

"Yes, sir!"

Lighter gave the order directly into the walkie-talkie and, after receiving a clear reply, suggested, "Sir, Kou Shui Kun and Ni Luo are both Hei Ah Hu's henchmen."

“Mud Snail is Black Tiger’s right-hand man. Should we notify Dog Lao and tell him not to come to the scene yet, but to handcuff Black Tiger first?”

"There is currently no evidence pointing to Handsome Winner, and this bastard is currently attending a banquet at the Governor's Mansion on Victoria Peak. If things get too out of hand, it will definitely be difficult to handle."

"Once Handsome Sheng comes out of the Governor's Mansion, we'll take him back for questioning."

"If the henchmen get into trouble, those who are big shots in the business will definitely not escape. I heard that this batch of goods belongs to Ninth Sister. The water room stole the goods from the Number Gang, and they're definitely going to be in trouble tonight."

"If we don't get this done in advance, we'll definitely have to work overtime tonight!"

"Let Brother A step forward, bring out the leaders and key figures from both sides, and have a good talk to prevent things from escalating."

The guys in the warehouse are all deadbeats in futures trading, worthless fish, with no future.

Taikoo Ferry Pier is no longer important. The most important thing is to deal with the Water House and the Number Gang, the third and fourth largest triads in Hong Kong, respectively. If they are brought together, they will definitely become a formidable force.

Lighter is old and useless; he has no chance to get ahead. He might as well do Peach Blossom Girl a favor and let her make enough contributions to form a new group. Then he can also rise to prominence and have a bright future.

"Immediately notify Inspector Guo and Brother Gou, and also tell these two officers about your suggestion, Brother Huoji."

"work!"

I'll definitely have to work overtime tonight. I also need to keep the people in the water room and the number gang under control. Peach Blossom Girl is in a real bind. She has no desire to take credit right now; she just wants to sort out the current mess.

(End of this chapter)