Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 551, Section 141: Nighttime Clash

A pretty girl in a maid outfit, carrying a heavy portable radar, walked out of the villa and into the back garage.

Inside the back garage, six beautiful maids dressed in the same outfit were assembling guns and ammunition.

"Number One, when do we begin the operation?"

Maid Number Two, having loaded her pistol, put the small handgun into the gun holster inside her thigh, then loaded a Uzi submachine gun. Upon seeing Number One return, she immediately asked a question.

"Now! Right now!"

Maid Number One took out the photo that Teacher Li had given her and handed it to Maid Number Two, asking her to recognize the person in the photo.

Number Two stared at the photo for a full minute, memorizing all the facial features of the person in the photo before passing it to Number Five next to him.

After Number Five finished looking at the photos, the process continued in the same manner. Only after everyone had finished looking at the photos did Professor K's photo return to Number One's hands.

"This time, Number Two is leading the team, with Number Four, Number Five, and Number Seven working together. Number Two is the commander. The master's order is to bring back the woman in the photo. After finding her, immediately put her on the ship. Number Five and Number Seven are responsible for escorting her to Chiang Mai Province."

"I, Number Three, Number Six, will stay at headquarters to protect the master's safety."

"Get to work!"

"The location should be in Handsome Sheng's private cemetery. This is the design plan, but there should be hidden underground structures. After all, even if Handsome Sheng is out of his mind, he wouldn't put people in the open."

Number One took the private cemetery design plans he had obtained beforehand out of his pocket and tossed them to Maid Number Two.

Reaching out to take the private cemetery design plan, the second maid glanced at it and immediately came up with an attack plan. She stuffed the design plan into her pocket and told the sisters she had called to change into their battle uniforms.

Number One placed the portable radar box on the table and left without looking back.

After changing into her combat uniform, Maid Number Two went to choose a vehicle. After looking around, she chose a small truck that had been modified to be bulletproof. She sat in the front passenger seat and let Maid Number Five drive, while the rest of the people sat in the cargo area.

The small truck drove out of Mr. Li's villa in Repulse Bay and headed towards Tseung Kwan O along the road.

The closer they got to Tseung Kwan O, the larger the red dot on the LCD screen became, and only then did Maid Number Two dare to confirm the information given by Maid Number One.

They are sisters, but also competitors. The first day is Monday, and the second day is Tuesday. These are the days when they accompany their master to make their fortunes.

The master only likes young bodies and has strict requirements on the age of the sisters. In the master's words, youthful vitality can infect everything around and make the whole world a better place!

After this year, Number One will be twenty-four years old. In another year, Number One will leave its owner and return to Chiang Mai Province or the Maldives to help its owner maintain the business.

At that time, my code will also change from number two to number one.

Having determined the location of the target, Maid Number Two focused all her attention on the floor plan of the private cemetery. When she saw the elevator shaft, she immediately sensed something was wrong.

There are three floors above ground and one floor below ground. There is no need to dig such a deep pipe shaft unless there is another building below the basement.

Maid Number Two tapped on the design drawings, took the radio from the car, and called Repulse Bay Villa. Number One sent someone to deliver an elevator jamming decoder.

If there really is an extra floor underground, then an elevator interference decoder would definitely be useful.

There is no shortage of eccentric geniuses in the world. These geniuses create many strange and wonderful gadgets, and these gadgets are surprisingly useful.

Because of the undersea tunnel, as long as the toll is paid, passage is normal, and there's no need to take a ferry late at night. If the wind and waves are high, you might end up drowning and joining the Dragon King of the Sea.

After more than half an hour, the van finally arrived at the private cemetery in Tseung Kwan O owned by the handsome young man.

The red dot on the radar LCD screen is getting bigger and bigger, which means that the locator is in the private cemetery.

"Number Five, you stay in the car and don't turn off the engine. The tires are solid, so even if you get a nail in the tires, it won't affect driving. The engine and chassis are equipped with bulletproof steel plates. As long as you don't get hit by a potato explosion, there won't be any problems."

This modified vehicle was making its first appearance. Maid No. 5 was unsure of the vehicle's performance, but Maid No. 2, who had participated in the modification, knew this modified pickup truck inside and out.

Number Five nodded, indicating that he understood.

After giving instructions to Number Five, Number Two placed the portable radar on the dashboard, turned around, and knocked hard on the trunk, signaling Number Four and Number Seven inside to prepare to get out of the vehicle.

It was nearly midnight, and the entire land was silent, with only a lone street lamp providing a faint light.

This yellowish light does not provide a sense of security; instead, it instills fear.

But Maid No. 2, who holds the truth of humanity, is not afraid. Her Uzi is already loaded, and any demons or monsters will be annihilated in the hail of bullets.

The rear door of the small truck opened, and Number Four and Number Seven, dressed in tight-fitting combat suits, jumped out from the rear.

The three formed a triangular tactical attack formation and entered Handsome Sheng's private cemetery.

The night watchman sat in the guardhouse, snoring away. The office building was locked, and the ashes in the cemetery were worthless; no one would steal them.

Number Two put on a gas mask, took out a canister of hypnotic gas from his tactical backpack, and then took a running start, his two legs forming a straight line in mid-air as he crossed the electronic barrier.

The entire set of movements is fluid and graceful, just like gymnastics, and is extremely beautiful.

Maid Number Two stood firmly on the ground without swaying, straightened up, tiptoed to the door of the guardhouse, quietly opened the door, and sprayed a few times at the night watchman.

The night watchman, having caught a whiff of the hypnotic gas, slept even more soundly, collapsing onto the table and snoring away.

Seeing that the hypnotic gas was working, Number Two stopped trying to hide it, closed the door to the guardhouse, and looked back at the office building and the two-story columbarium directly in front of him.

The columbarium is beautifully designed, with large tempered glass panels as the exterior walls. Hong Kong is much hotter than colder, so tempered glass is very suitable for Hong Kong.

The coldest moment recorded by the Hong Kong Astronomical Institute is only 9 degrees Celsius, so wearing an extra sweater will be fine.

Number Four and Number Seven also entered the cemetery. After looking around and seeing that there was no one else in the cemetery, they pointed their guns forward and began to move forward according to the instructions on the floor plan.

In fact, the maid trio's reconnaissance was inadequate, because in the nearby woods, a middle-aged man in a security guard uniform was calmly watching the maid trio advance.

After the three maids entered the columbarium, the middle-aged male security guard emerged from the woods. He took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Someone's delivering takeout. Be careful."

After saying that, the middle-aged male security guard left without looking back and quickly headed towards the three-story office building next door.

There's something in the safe. If the thugs in the underground warehouse can't handle it, I'll have to step in and take care of these pretty girls.

The three maids advanced in a triangular tactical attack formation, with tactical flashlights attached to Uzi submachine guns, illuminating the area five meters in front of them.

The hall where the ashes are stored is over 2,000 square meters in size. It is now pitch black. The only light is the tactical flashlight in the hands of the second maid. Tseung Kwan O is a rural area where land is not valuable. The Housing and Urban Development Authority turns a blind eye and allows you to plan to the maximum extent.

In areas like Yau Tsim Mong, Central, and Sheung Wan, considerations such as shading and greening would be necessary, and such extreme land use would not be permitted.

The hall is filled with rows of slanted columbarium cabinets, all with marble countertops. The designer did this to emulate the high-end private burial cabinets in New York, where the bottom row is not used to store ashes or coffins, but only the top two rows.

Hong Kong regulations stipulate that coffins cannot be stored in urns; only burial is permitted. Therefore, urns do not need to be too large; they only need to be larger than a normal locker in a changing room.

The private cemetery is not yet officially open, so there are no photos or names on the marble of the cabinet door.

A tactical flashlight swept across the marble, reflecting a human figure. Maid Number Two led the way, scouting every brick and tile on the ground.

"Whoosh!"

"when!"

Maid Number Two heard the sound of wind breaking and sensed something was wrong. She quickly dodged backward, but a flash of silver light flew in front of her and hit her black baseball cap.

The black baseball cap was knocked off and landed on the ground, while a small knife was stuck in the marble cabinet door.

The sudden attack startled even the prepared Number Two, who broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly shrank back, but still couldn't help but look at the marble cabinet door, where she saw a small knife wrapped in thin linen sticking out of it, trembling slightly.

Normally, a throwing knife can penetrate a wooden door, but it absolutely cannot penetrate a marble cabinet door, unless the person throwing the knife is as strong as an ox.

As she was backing away, Maid Number Two saw a man in a suit staring coldly at her from the other side of the cabinet.

Number Two's hat had been knocked off, revealing three silver rings on her left ear. She raised her Uzi submachine gun, pressed the muzzle against the doorpost, and began firing in the direction of the strange man.

A long string of bullets, "rat-a-tat-tat-tat," struck the marble cabinet door, sending up a long trail of sparks.

Several peanuts flew around and hit the tempered glass, shattering the entire tempered glass surface.

The tempered glass, having lost its support, fell to the ground and shattered into a pile of fragments.

Hiding in the shadows, Ah Cong shook his head helplessly, feeling his heart bleeding. This large piece of tempered glass was extremely expensive. Although it was made by a local Hong Kong glass factory, the cost per square meter was as high as two hundred dollars.

You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. Now that the private cemetery is his property, he owns 30% of it, but he has to take care of everything within the cemetery.

The rules are the same as those in a brothel run by a big water tap: any loss is the responsibility of the bouncers.

Replacing this piece of glass will cost at least a thousand dollars.

Pick that star! These old hags have no sense of propriety at all; they're utterly despicable.

If I caught them, I would definitely sell them all to the horse stable and make them into prostitutes for thirty dollars a minute.

"Da da da"

Peanuts were swept onto the urn, onto the display case of the urn, and the glass display case collapsed with a cracking sound as the urn shattered.

We can't let these shrewish women do whatever they want. We have to teach them a lesson. Ah Cong's figure had already swept past the altar. He placed his left hand on the altar of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, changed his position, and found a new hiding place.

But then his right wrist snapped out, and three scalpels sliced ​​through the air, precisely embedding themselves into the chain of the ceiling chandelier.

The chandelier lost its chain and crashed directly into the maid trio's hiding place. As crystal shards rained down, the maid trio's Uzi submachine guns also spat fire.

The flames spewed from the gun muzzle, drawing three tongues of fire in the dark space, but only struck the altar where Ah Cong's afterimage had passed. The golden statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the candlesticks, and the incense burner were all blasted into dust.

When Maid Number Two saw the large chandelier falling from above, she immediately pushed her sister next to her and leaped forward to avoid the chandelier's attack.

Crystal shards were scattered everywhere, and the sharp shards tore through Number Two's combat suit.

"Clang clang... clang."

Ah Cong scurried away, his toes landing on the pile of fragments from the urn, while two throwing knives were simultaneously drawn from his waist.

Maid Number Seven, standing on the far left, had just turned her gun around when a flash of cold light pierced her throat. The muzzle flash of her Uzi submachine gun suddenly veered off course, and the bullets shattered the other display case.

Number Four, standing behind Number Seven, did not panic or fumble when her sister fell to the ground. She suddenly crouched down, held her Uzi submachine gun horizontally at her waist, and drew a semi-circle, instantly covering the area in front of her with a net of bullets.

After firing a shot around, they found no trace of the attackers. They quickly looked around and found that Ah Cong had already left and was hiding behind a cabinet. As he left, he kicked up an urn on the ground, which hit Number Four in the face.

Number Four's beautiful face was smashed into a mess by the angular urn, and she collapsed to the ground, her vision going black.

The moment they engaged in combat, they lost two of their sisters. Maid Number Two immediately realized that this was a tough one and not easy to handle. She picked up her Uzi submachine gun and fired continuously at the area where Ah Cong had disappeared, retreating as she fired.

After firing a whole skewer of peanuts, Maid Number Two retreated to her two sisters' side. Number Seven's throat had been shattered by the throwing knife, and she was completely dead, with no chance of being saved.

Number four is not in any serious condition; he was just knocked unconscious.

The situation is not optimistic. It has gone from three against one to one against one, and the chances of winning are slim.

Number Two slapped Number Four a few times to wake her up. The opponent was a master, and even with a Uzi submachine gun, she wasn't confident she could escape unscathed in a one-on-one fight.

Number Four, who had been slapped several times, slowly woke up. She stared blankly at Number Two in front of her, then felt pain in all her facial features and that her teeth were loose.

"This hurdle is not easy to overcome. Number One miscalculated this time. Even if all seven of us come, we may not be able to handle this expert in front of us."

"Let's retreat! As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild! Let's get out of here and take Number Seven with us. We're all sisters, so we should stick to this. We can settle this score with Handsome Guy later."

When Number Two saw that Number Four had woken up, she immediately made a decision, instructing Number Four to carry Number Seven away. She then took out her walkie-talkie and called Number Five, who was guarding outside, to come in and provide support so that Number Four could retreat together.

Number Five, sitting in the truck, heard Number Two's instruction, quickly started the truck, turned around, and crashed into the electronic barrier, knocking it down and sending the truck crashing into the cemetery.

The night watchman in the guardhouse was still asleep. He mumbled something, adjusted himself into a comfortable sitting position, and continued to sleep soundly.

With the accelerator floored, Number Five kept adjusting the direction, searching for the three sisters. Finally, he saw the muzzle flash and charged straight into it.

The three-meter-high tempered glass exterior wall was shattered, and the small truck flew directly into the lobby.

Upon seeing the reinforcements arrive, Number Two immediately stood up and opened fire on the spot where Ah Cong was hiding.

Number Four, his face covered in bruises, helped up Number Seven, who had already died, and desperately walked towards Number Five's car.

Number Five, sitting in the driver's seat, also stuck half his body out, holding a Uzi submachine gun, and fired at the point where Number Two was firing, providing suppressive fire.

"Don't move, my gun doesn't have eyes."

The middle-aged security guard appeared behind Number Five, a Colt M1911 pressed against Number Five's collarbone.

Actually, while the two sides were exchanging fire, he had already sneaked into the urn hall with the short dog. He had only managed to gradually create distance by taking advantage of the falling crystal chandelier.

He didn't fire rashly, but waited for his opportunity. Where there's a will, there's a way, and his opportunity finally came.

Number Five was stunned for a moment. She had received military training, but although she had little actual combat experience, she never expected that someone could silently sneak up behind her and leave her vulnerable from both sides.

Number Four, who was heading towards the pickup truck, stopped when she heard Number Five's gunfire cease. She immediately took out a Black Star pistol from her holster and continued walking forward step by step.

As soon as she peeked out, she discovered that Number Five had already been subdued by a security guard.

Seeing this, Number Four immediately raised his pistol and pointed it at the middle-aged security guard behind Number Five.

"Whoosh!"

"what!"

Before Number Four could even fire, she suddenly saw a blur before her eyes as a throwing knife struck her right in the palm of her hand holding the gun.

As excruciating pain struck, Number Four could no longer hold back and screamed out loud.

"Pretty!"

The middle-aged bodyguard whistled to express his gratitude to Ah Cong for coming to his rescue.

"Come out!"

"Both the people and the car are in my hands. You can't cause any trouble. Brother Sheng has given instructions not to take your lives!"

The middle-aged security guard shouted loudly, "Maid Number Two, who is still putting up a stubborn resistance, can come out now!"

Number Two, hiding behind the urn cabinet, tentatively peeked out and found that Number Five was indeed being controlled by a middle-aged man in a security guard uniform. She shook her head helplessly, not thinking of stepping forward, but instead preparing to find an escape route and leave.

Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately. If this is true for husbands and wives, how much more so for rivals in bed?

Having made up his mind, Number Two kept retreating, preparing to change direction and quickly leave so that he could report the battle that had taken place in the cemetery to his master.

"Dang Dang Dang"

As Number Two was backing away, three peanuts hit the cabinet behind him.

There's no way out!

These three peanuts can be placed on the urn or on yourself.

With the gun already locked on, the chances of escaping became extremely slim, and no one would risk their life for a chance encounter.

After figuring it out, Number Two stood up and threw the Uzi submachine gun in his hand onto the ground.

Ah Cong also emerged from the shadows. He had already thrown all his throwing knives and was now holding an Mle 1950 pistol, the muzzle pointed at Maid No. 2.

(End of this chapter)