Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 553, Section 143: Who is the real stalker of the cicada?

Ah-Cong admits that his mind isn't sharp enough. Since it's not sharp enough, he should stop overthinking, do what he's supposed to do, and that's it!

The red stick represents fists and feet, while the white paper fan represents brains. There are very few people in the entire martial arts world who can be both literate and skilled in martial arts!

"Bon Voyage!"

Ah Cong threw the cigarette butt into the pool of blood and turned to leave.

"That idiot! He's really cool!"

Seeing Acong leave, Wei Guo gave a sarcastic compliment, saying that the hall was a mess, but cleaning it was none of his business; he was just a security guard responsible for the safety of the cemetery.

Wei Guo got into the small truck, skillfully put it in reverse, and backed it out. There was a landline in the guardhouse, but he saw these ghost women spraying an unknown gas into the guardhouse.

Without a doubt, it's definitely a sleeping potion; forget it, don't go in.

His new uniforms were all in the guardhouse, so there was no way to change them. Therefore, Wei Guo drove directly away from the cemetery, and the wheels ran over the aluminum railing, crushing it.

After leaving Tseung Kwan O, he randomly found a payphone, then took out his phone book and dialed the number that Boss Sheng had previously instructed him to use.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't say much, just asked for the address in detail, said they would arrive in an hour, and then hung up.

This must be a professional gang that handles crime scenes. Wei Guo hung up the phone and muttered to himself, "Hong Kong is really something else. In a market economy, even the aftermath of a crime is handled by specialized gangs. It's truly extraordinary."

Wei Guo hung up the phone, then knocked on the back door of the car and said loudly, "Don't worry, I'll take you home soon."

After comforting the girls in the carriage, Weiguo got back on the train and disappeared into the boundless night.

The roads in Hong Kong were very clear at night, and Wei Guo drove smoothly all the way to the Repulse Bay villa area.

Boss Sheng had given him the address beforehand. He hurriedly flipped through the phone book, found the house number, and followed the road, going from house to house until he found the house number Boss Sheng had given him.

"Drip drip"

Wei Guo jumped out of the car, pressed the doorbell, and began to look around at the luxurious villa in front of him.

A Filipino maid emerged from the villa, rubbing her eyes. She walked to the front gate, opened the peephole, looked at the security guard outside, slightly bewildered, and then said in fluent English, "May I help you?"

Upon seeing the Filipino maid speaking English, Wei Guo couldn't understand a word. He simply said, "I'm a deliveryman. Someone asked me to return the package to the owner of this villa."

"My mission is complete, bye-bye!"

After Wei Guo finished speaking, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

The Filipino maid couldn't understand Wei Guo's Mandarin with its regional accent, but seeing that he had left and the car had stopped at the villa's gate, she could only hurry back inside to see Maid Number One, who was reading a book in her bedroom.

Upon hearing that someone was delivering a package without leaving a name and a vehicle, Number One immediately realized that Number Two and the others had failed in their mission.

She put down the book in her hand, got out of bed, put on her trench coat, asked the maid to stand guard at the front door, and went to the music room to report to her master.

Upon hearing the news, Teacher Li nodded indifferently, stood up, tied the belt of her bathrobe, walked out of the underground music room, out of the villa, and arrived at the front gate.

The maids in charge of security were already using detectors to check every corner of the van. Only after finding that there were no problems with the van, both inside and out, did they open the rear door of the van.

A bloody smell wafted from the back of the small truck. Teacher Li, wearing slippers, walked over and gestured to Number One next to her to turn on the flashlight.

Number One turned on the flashlight and illuminated the back of the truck, only to find a terrible scene inside. Number Two and Number Four were leaning against the cargo box, and Number Five was holding Number Seven, who was also on the verge of death.

"Handsome guy is giving me face, not letting me lose too completely."

"But young people are just young people. They don't understand that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. If this young man can really break my last move tonight, then I will truly admire his superb skills."

"Send them to a familiar clinic. I want my babies to be perfectly healthy!"

Since Handsome Sheng had already saved face for him, Teacher Li didn't say much. He made some arrangements and then turned to leave. He was listening to Beethoven's "Symphony No. 5" and was just reaching the climax.

Once he got into the mood, he couldn't let it stop, so he went back to the music room to continue his soul-cleansing musical journey that night.

Number One looked at the sisters in the cargo box and sadly shed tears. She instructed Number Six to take them to the clinic. She then returned to the villa to continue reading the novel she hadn't finished.

Two flowers bloom, each showing its own beauty!
Ah Cong stepped into the elevator, activated the elevator mechanism, and returned to the underground warehouse. However, instead of going to the underground warehouse to deal with the scum who had infiltrated, he pushed open the hidden door in the wall and stepped inside.

Behind the hidden door is a three-meter-long corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a room, which is the brain center of the entire underground warehouse, the power room and the monitoring room.

Pushing open the door, Ah Cong walked into the room. The young man on duty quickly stood up and greeted him, "Boss!"

"This soft-shelled turtle has started to move!"

The younger brother, who was in charge of monitoring the surveillance cameras, pointed to the third television set and showed Ah-Cong what was on it.

The resolution of the closed-circuit camera is very blurry, but facial features can still be clearly seen.

The person on the TV seemed unaware that there was a live CCTV monitor overhead. He was completely naked, fiddling with the door lock with some unknown device.

"Boss, should we make a move?"

The person Ah Cong arranged to work in the power monitoring room must be a trusted confidant. To be precise, this confidant was Ah Cong's disciple, named Xiao Tian.

Xiaotian also held a three-inch sharp knife in his hand. He had long been angry at this scoundrel and was ready to send this stupid fish to its death.

"Keep watching!"

"Bring me a bottle of beer!"

Ah Cong sat in his chair, his eyes glued to the television screen. He asked his disciple Xiao Tian to bring him a bottle of beer.

Inside the power monitoring room, the equipment was complete and the decoration was luxurious. Xiaotian put away his three-inch short blade and went to get Acong a can of beer.

Blue Ribbon beer, the only beer the big boss drinks.

Ah Cong opened a beer can, took a big gulp, then put the can aside, bent down and opened the cabinet in front of his desk, inside which was a safe.

Open the safe, and inside is a pistol, with five peanuts in front of it.

These five peanuts all bear the fingerprints of Ninth Sister. These fingerprints were collected by Xiren after she met Ninth Sister at the spa last time.

Ah Cong put on rubber gloves, carefully pressed the five peanuts into the magazine, then took out a transparent sticker and stuck it on the key position for gripping the gun.

perfect!

One thing leads to another, and if one person falls, the whole chain of events will be broken!
Unaware that he was being monitored, the nameless man was using a thin wire to pry open the lock on the cell door.

The lock on the cell door was very complicated; it was a high-level combination lock from the Zu family, which he had only seen once or twice before, and it was extremely difficult to open.

However, every lock has a way of being opened. After much effort, he finally managed to open the combination lock on the cell door.

The cell door opened, and Wuming looked around and found no one there. He quickly walked out of the cell and began to survey the entire underground warehouse.

After scanning the area a few times, he quickly located the target.

He had seen the photo of the target. Although the woman in the photo was wearing makeup, her facial features could not be changed. The woman in the separate cell on the left was the target, K.

As for the two people imprisoned in the death row on the other side, the employer did not pay them a commission, so they were not the targets of this rescue.

Wuming stepped onto the wet marble floor, feeling uneasy. Time was running out, and he had to hurry. If the guard returned, he would be in deep trouble.

"Who are you, K?"

Upon reaching Professor K's cell door, Wuming spoke up to inquire.

Professor K, who was leaning against the wall in a daze, slowly opened his eyes, nodded, and indicated that he was K.

Someone wants me to save you!

"You're about to regain your freedom!"

After giving a brief explanation, Wuming used the thin wire in his hand to begin prying open the combination lock on Professor K's cell door.

Upon hearing that someone had come to rescue him, Professor K quickly stood up, put on his slippers, walked to the cell door, and said loudly, "I'll go with you, but I have one condition: you must help me rescue the two people in the cell across the way."

“Name your terms. As long as my family can get out of here, I can give you a room full of cash, all of them gold bulls.”

A room full of silver paper!
They're all Taurus!

The nameless man slowed his movements and took two rapid breaths. He neither refused nor objected, his mind racing.

"You said there's a room full of silver paper? There really is a room full of silver paper!"

"Is this some kind of joke?!"

You can gamble for the money, but you have to see the rabbit before you can release the hawk.

In the current situation, saving one person is not a problem, but saving three people would be problematic, as the chances of success are not very high.

The initial payment for rescuing Professor K has been received. Once Professor K is rescued, the remaining balance will be paid. If the amount is not certain, it is not worth the risk.

"I am Professor K, and the person opposite me is a professor, the professor who is developing Blue Blood."

"My treasury is located in the Jade Tea House in Tsim Sha Tsui. There are at least seventy million in it. If you don't believe me, this hero can take you and your siblings there to verify the contents."

To convince the scoundrel before her, Professor K didn't hesitate to reveal her identity. She was fed up with this dungeon, spending her days doing nothing, with no time to spare, only the two meals a day arriving on time. She was willing to give anything to regain her freedom.

professor!

Good heavens! It's a big fish!
Upon hearing Professor K say that the professor was imprisoned in the cell across the street, he also believed that there was a room full of golden bulls hidden in the Jade Tea House in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Once greed took hold, he immediately decided to take a gamble. Since it was a matter of life and death anyway, he should maximize his profits.

"If you dare to lie to me, you piece of trash, I'll smash your head into a pulp."

Wuming pried open the combination lock, urging Professor K to come out of the cell. Then he walked to the professor's cell door and began to pick the lock.

Professor K stepped out of the cell, breathing in the air of freedom and stretching her body. A cold smile was on her face. Inside the Emerald Teahouse, there was no number of people, only a group of henchmen, whom she had arranged beforehand.

The moment this man arrives at the Jade Tea House, he will surely be captured.

Practice makes perfect, and Wuming skillfully pried open Professor A's cell door, releasing the Hong Kong pork vendor.

Extremely weak and covered in wounds, Professor A walked out of the cell barefoot, but he quickly turned back into the cell, put on his slippers, and came out again.

Professor K walked up to the big shot, and they looked at each other without saying a word. They both sighed and remained silent. It was too early to say anything now. They had to escape before they could pour out their hearts to each other.

The prison door of Song Ci opened, and the gaunt Song Ci walked out of the prison.

"It's alright! Go put your shoes on!"

Professor A quickly hugged his emotional wife, but when he looked down, he noticed that Song Ci had come out barefoot, so he told Song Ci to go back to her cell and put on her slippers.

Despite her emotional state, Song Ci still listened to Professor A. She quickly ran into the cell that made her feel nauseous, put on her slippers, and ran out again.

"If you can get in, you must have a way out!"

"Rescue us, and all the money in the Jade Tea House is yours."

Professor K stared at the empty dungeon, momentarily disoriented. The three of them alone couldn't escape; they could only rely on the nameless figure before them.

"Come with me!"

Wuming threw the thin wire to the ground and led the way toward the elevator. He had studied the cemetery's layout before and knew the location of the elevator shaft. The only way to leave was through the elevator shaft.

Professor A nodded to his wife and sister, walked ahead, and followed behind the nameless man.

At this moment, Nameless was not afraid of the three people behind him turning against him, because they had not yet escaped. Even the most stupid fool would not choose to make a move at this time.

Following his memory, Wuming arrived at the elevator entrance and found that the radio was still playing popular songs, but the people in the seats had disappeared.

Seeing that there were no usable tools, Wuming could only pound the elevator door a few times with his fists to deform the thin sheet metal. Fortunately, it was a Japanese product with thin sheet metal. If it were a European or American product, it would have a heavy copper sheet door, which would not have been able to be fixed with just his fists.

Wuming, secretly relieved, pried open the elevator door and found that it was stopped on this floor.

Someone's back?!

Upon realizing this, Wuming immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly turned around and looked around, only to find that there wasn't a single ghost in the entire warehouse.

He was relieved to see that no one was around.

With the elevator there, things became much easier. Wuming had Professor A squat on the ground, then stepped on Professor A's body to rise to the top of the elevator. He pushed open the elevator's maintenance cover, and with a push of his hands, he nimbly climbed to the top of the elevator.

"Take off your clothes! Throw them all at me!"

Wuming stuck his head out and called out anxiously in a low voice to Professor A and the others.

With the path to freedom in sight, Professor A and the others immediately did as instructed, taking off their coats and throwing them to the nameless man at the top of the elevator.

Upon receiving the three coats, Wuming immediately buttoned them up, turning them into a hanging rope for easy lifting.

"You're the lightest, you go first!"

Wuming lowered the tied rope, then pointed to Song Ci and told her to be the first one.

Song Ci, who was only wearing a baby bib, glanced at Professor A. Only after Professor A nodded did she crawl into the bib.

"You guys help push!"

Professors A and K exerted their efforts from the bottom, lifting the Song Dynasty poem up.

With the combined efforts of both sides, Song Ci successfully reached the top of the elevator.

With help, things will be much easier!

Continuing with the old method, Wuming and Songci worked together to pull Professor K up, and finally Professor A.

The space at the top of the elevator was not large, so Wuming continued to climb up the elevator shaft until he reached the elevator entrance on the next floor. He then forcefully pried open the elevator door.

Fresh air rushed into the elevator shaft. Wuming was overjoyed to see that his gamble had paid off. He quickly jumped out and lowered the rope made of his clothes and coat down again.

The order remains the same: first Song Ci, then Professor K, and finally Professor A.

When the four of them met on the flat marble floor, they all collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Ah Cong, who was in the power monitoring room, was shocked by the scene before him. He thought that people couldn't be so useless.

"Xiaotian, you keep watch. Tonight should be peaceful and nothing should happen."

Ah Cong stood up, crushed the empty Blue Ribbon beer can, threw it into the trash can, picked up the pistol on the table, put it in his jacket pocket, opened a drawer, took out a bundle of plastic cable ties and a mask, and left without looking back.

He has a lot to do tonight, and he can only go home and get some sleep after he's done.

After resting for thirty seconds, Wuming quickly stood up. He now understood that saving three people was not a matter of one person multiplied by three, but rather a matter of nine.

He felt a little regretful; he shouldn't have been tempted by the money. Otherwise, he would have already escaped with his target.

But there's no going back in life, so Wuming quickly cheered himself up, thinking that as long as he brought the three of them to the Jade Tea House, he would have countless golden bulls.

This time I can buy a brand new yacht and travel all over the world.

The nameless man, having regained his spirits, got up from the ground. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day, and his strength was almost at its limit. He looked around and saw the cabinet where the fire extinguishers were kept, so he quickly ran over.

He quickly opened the fire extinguisher cabinet, rummaged around at the bottom, and found a car key and a Black Star pistol.

The employer had placed these there beforehand. With the short dog and car keys in hand, Wuming felt relieved and completely at ease. He looked at Professor A and the other two, telling them to hurry up and follow.

Professor A took Professor K and Song Ci's hands and tapped their palms with his fingernails, telling them not to act rashly. They were still in danger and everything would be discussed once they reached the Jade Tea House.

Song Ci and Professor K understood each other perfectly. They remained silent and let Professor A hold their hands.

There is a safety passage from the basement to the ground floor. The group of people, all nameless, went up the stairs to the ground floor.

Upon reaching the first floor, the nameless group was once again stunned by the sight before them.

A dozen people in protective suits were cleaning up the mess. Judging from the bloodstains, broken glass, and bullet casings on the ground, a major battle must have taken place there.

The group cleaning up glanced silently at the nameless man, who was completely naked, and Professor A, Professor K, Song Ci, and others who were barely clothed, before continuing their work.

Professor A keenly sensed that this group was highly professional, even experts specializing in handling shootout scenes, because there were two people outside the door wearing protective suits and gas masks, adjusting cement, presumably to repair the bullet holes in the cabinet.

Wuming couldn't quite understand the scene before him. The people handling the shootout seemed oblivious to him and the Black Star pistol in his hand, still focused on their work.

The presence of a person in protective clothing holding a submachine gun at the gate confirmed Wuming's suspicion that the group could see him, as the submachine gun's muzzle was pointed directly at him.

Wuming tentatively raised his hand to indicate that he had no intention of attacking. He walked around the broken glass shards, step by step, and Professor A, Professor K, and Song Ci followed him, leaving this place of trouble together.

The security personnel, dressed in protective suits and carrying submachine guns, did not fire. They simply watched the group of unnamed people leave. After the uninvited guests were gone, he continued to stand in his place, protecting his colleagues as they worked.

After running out of the main building, Wuming finally breathed a sigh of relief, but this was only half the battle. Only by getting on the bus could he achieve the final victory. Even though he was hungry and thirsty, he still ran with all his might.

Professor A, Professor K, and Song Ci behind them followed suit. They didn't want to go back to the prison behind them, so they ran as fast as they could, like birds soaring into the sky.

The four ran out of the cemetery and saw a lone van in the parking lot.

Seeing the empty van, Wuming was very happy. He quickly ran to the van and inserted the key into the ignition.

Just right, perfect!
He tentatively turned the car around and found that he could open the door, so he excitedly pulled it open.

This rescue operation was the simplest task Wuming had ever taken on. The entire mission was not as difficult as the employer had described. He opened the back door and waved for Professor A and the other two to get in first.

He then opened the back door and found the clothes that his employer had prepared in advance.

Wuming is now penniless. If he were to appear in Tsim Sha Tsui, he would certainly be mistaken for a pervert by law-abiding citizens. Hong Kong’s attitude toward gangsters is ambiguous, but its attitude toward statements is decisive: a heavy blow.

This is a critical moment, and we can't afford to mess things up now. A whole room full of golden bulls are beckoning to us, and we can't afford any unforeseen events.

"Get dressed!"

Wuming picked up his coat and sensed something was wrong behind him. Just as he was about to reach for his gun to retaliate, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)