Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 552, Section 142: Competitive Spirit
He's skilled with both knives and guns. How come Handsome Sheng, a mere gangster, has so many capable people around him?

Maid Number Two felt a little confused. In her mind, weren't all the gangsters just scumbags?

If Chi Mengli heard this, she would definitely retort. The middle-aged security guard, Wei Guo, was trained by the PLA in the north and was a sharpshooter himself.

Ah Cong is a top expert trained by Shui Fang Bing Ku. He is a "Big Red Stick" and has reached the bottom of the sea. Whenever Shui Fang has a problem, they will send Ah Cong and other "Big Red Sticks" to solve it.

Such people are not only found in the water room, but also in the old and new, and in the number gang. The most exaggerated are the Wo Luen Shing. While others use red sticks, they use sitting masters and chasing numbers. Anyway, it is a two-year term, and sometimes there are even two sitting masters and two chasing numbers. There are plenty of talents.

Wo Luen Shing wielded considerable influence in Malaysia, and those indigenous people from Southeast Asia were no match for the well-organized Hongmen Triads.

The Hongmen system has been in operation for hundreds of years. It's present in nine out of ten places where gongs are struck, making it a veritable professional rebel. Its organizational structure, personnel training, and allocation are simply beyond the reach of thugs and ruffians.

"Throw what you're holding on the ground, don't force me to do it."

Ah Cong, still possessing the advantage of genetic talent, remained expressionless as he coldly stared at Maid Number Two.

Maid Number Two thought for a moment, then raised one hand and reached for her thigh with the other, took the pistol off the outside of her thigh, and threw it to the ground.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the ghostly woman, even after she surrendered, Ah Cong remained vigilant. He walked step by step to Maid Number Two's side and began searching her. Only after finding that the ghostly woman was indeed unarmed did he take her and head to meet up with Wei Guo.

"These girls are so pretty!"

With the help of the moonlight, Wei Guo could clearly see the face of the second maid and sincerely praised her.

"If you like, I can sever your tendons in your hands and feet, and you can have as much fun as you want."

As soon as A-Cong spoke, Wei-Guo was stunned for a moment. He quickly shook his head and refused, saying, "I think we should forget about it. I don't have the guts to do something so immoral!"

"If you really want to vent your anger, I can help you crack those two devilish women's heads open, but cracked heads are not easy to deal with. Boss Sheng wants me to spare their lives."

"But now that one has already died, good things come in pairs. If you're still unhappy, you can send another one to the underworld!"

Good things come in pairs, and there's another way to use it!
The Chinese language is truly profound and rich, full of knowledge!
Keep learning! Learning has no end!
Ah Cong sighed inwardly, then shook his head and refused. These women were not suitable for him; they were not the prey he desired.

"Boss Sheng said that these girls need to be taught a lesson. If you won't do it, then I will."

I eat the king's food, and I bear the king's worries!
Wei Guo receives tens of thousands of yuan in resettlement allowance from Sheng Laoda every month. With this money, a two-story brick house was built in their hometown, their younger siblings were able to go to school, and their family members had meat in their bowls every meal.

Next month, my wife and kids will be able to cross the border from Chung Ying Street and live in Hong Kong.

If Boss Sheng wants to do things himself, he has to do them unconditionally.

Ah Cong remained silent, neither opposing nor approving; he didn't care.

"Little girl, I'm so sorry!"

Wei Guo revealed a cruel smile, his hands moving without the slightest hesitation. He pulled the trigger, sparks flying from the muzzle, and Peanut pierced Maid Number Two's calf.

He actually wanted to hit the knee, but Boss Sheng only wanted to teach him a small lesson, so he didn't need to go too far.

"Ah"

Maid Number Two collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

Maid Number Five, who was under control, was closest to Number Two. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she struggled to move forward, wanting to check on her best friend's injuries.

"Girl, don't move! The gun might go off accidentally!" *Bang!*

Wei Guo reminded Maid No. 5 of something, then pointed the gun at the same spot on Maid No. 5's calf and fired another shot.

Ah Cong also got interested. He gestured with his pistol, made Number Four, whose face was covered in graffiti, stand up, and then took aim with his Mle 1950 pistol before decisively firing.

But Acong's marksmanship was not as good as Weiguo's; he missed the mark.

Number four, who had been shot in the leg, also fell to the ground with a groan.

"Push to the street!"

Ah Cong cursed expressionlessly, then glanced at the gunshot wound on Number Two's leg. His eyes were filled with an incomprehensible competitive spirit. He raised his gun and shot Number Four in the calf.

A man is a boy until he dies!
That statement is absolutely correct!
This shot also missed its mark because Maid Number Four instinctively turned her body.

Ah Cong's anger surged, and he wanted to pull the trigger again and do it once more.

A hand covering a pistol, the thumb blocking the hammer.

Acong didn't quite understand Wei Guo's obstruction and looked at Wei Guo with a puzzled expression.

“They’re all born of parents! If you don’t like this girl, just shoot her. There’s no need to torture her. She’s been shot twice in the calf, and the bone is shattered into the flesh. She’ll suffer for the rest of her life.”

Even if a foreign doctor came, it would be difficult to remove all the bone fragments from the flesh after being shot twice.

From now on, this wretched woman will suffer on any cloudy or rainy days.

Even so, this leg is not yet ruined, but if Ah Cong shoots it again, this beautiful leg will be completely ruined.

Having already fired two shots, Ah Cong knew he had lost. He put down his pistol and nodded.

Seeing that Acong had given up, Wei Guo first kicked all the Uzi submachine guns on the ground far away so that the three ghost women couldn't reach them. Then he opened the back door of the truck, picked up one of the ghost women from the ground, ignored her howling, and threw her directly into the back of the truck.

Ah Cong, who was standing to the side, did not help. Instead, he pointed his gun at the ghost women. Only after Wei Guo threw everyone into the back of the car did he put down his gun.

"Done! These girls don't look heavy, but they're surprisingly heavy when you carry them!"

"I'll handle these bastards, but you're in charge of this one?"

Wei Guo took out the cigarette pack from his shirt pocket and found that the cigarettes inside were soaked with blood.

“I don’t know what Sheng told you to do, but I’m in charge of the underground warehouse. I’ll handle it. You go and do your thing.”

Ah-Chung pulled out a Camel cigarette from his jacket pocket. Ever since the gang started selling hookah, all the gangsters in the Yau Ma Tei gang had switched to smoking Camel cigarettes.

It's sold by the family, one hundred and sixty yuan a pack, sixteen yuan a box, which is only half the price of Red Delicious.

With large sales volumes, the cost of hookah is decreasing, which is an economic law that cannot be changed by human effort.

"I have a hard life. I have to deliver goods to people's homes. I'm going to change my clothes. I'm getting old. I sweat a lot if I move around too much."

Wei Guo locked the back door of the car, took the cigarette from Acong, and lit it in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)