Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 554, Section 144: Seeing the Buddha Off to the West (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
They still couldn't escape!
Wuming sighed inwardly, but didn't stop dressing. He put on his pants first, and then his sports jacket last.

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a secret room in the dungeon, and you've been watching our every move."

Once dressed, Wuming deliberately spoke loudly, out of humanitarian concern, to remind Professor A and the other two in the car.

Professor A didn't hear what the nameless man said. He was a little excited, but although he didn't hear the content of the nameless man's words, he still heard the noise. He subconsciously turned around and saw that familiar mask. He immediately panicked.

During this time, the mask had been his constant companion. Ever since he told the owner of the mask about the location of the hideout, he had to endure half an hour of electric shock and half an hour of water torture every day. His life was truly colorful.

However, Professor A has no regrets. He believes that his escape this time was likely due to the success of his previous self-rescue.

I just didn't expect that my freedom would be so short-lived.

"It's none of your business."

Wearing a mask, Ah Cong spoke in the same cold tone as usual, without any emotional fluctuation.

"Give me the gun. Think it through before you do, and stop babbling!"

Ah Cong gave Wuming a chance, a chance to turn things around.

Nameless didn't turn around, but his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't quite understand what the rascal behind him was thinking.

The more emboldened the gunman behind him became, the less he dared to act rashly. He picked up the gun, hesitated for a moment, but then felt the gunman behind him press the muzzle against the back of his head. He immediately snapped out of his daze and handed the pistol over.

"You're smart to move forward!"

Ah Cong took the pistol from Wuming's hand, switched off the safety, put it in his pocket, and told Wuming to walk forward.

At this point, there was no other way but to cooperate. Besides, Wuming was also good at cooperating. He raised his hand, walked forward, and reached the car door.

"Open the car door, tie their hands behind their backs, and make sure their feet don't touch the ground."

Ah Cong pulled a handful of plastic cable ties from his pocket, stuffed them into Wuming's hand, and told Wuming to get to work quickly.

With something pressing against his head, Wuming had no choice but to comply. He first tied Professor A's hands and feet, then Song Ci, and finally Professor K.

We're all smart people. In this confined space, no one can escape. Peanuts don't have eyes, and besides, this damned masked man doesn't seem to be making a move. Since things can still be de-escalated, there's no need to fight to the death.

"Drive to Wan Chai! No. 1 Arsenal Street."

Ah Chung asked Nameless to drive to the police headquarters in Wan Chai.

"Boss, don't be ridiculous. We're all scoundrels. Once we're in the police station, we all go silent and none of us can get out."

Nameless immediately pulled back his foot, which was about to step out, and told Ah-Cong, who was wearing a mask, not to joke around. If it really was going to the Wan Chai police headquarters, he would have to fight to the death.

Seeing that Wuming refused to follow his instructions, Ah Cong didn't hesitate and shot Wuming in the shoulder.

"boom"

"Boom"

Nameless, who had been shot in the shoulder, knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

They were all江湖儿女 (people of the martial arts world), and being hit by a peanut wouldn't make them scream and yell. Wuming had suffered much more serious injuries. He struggled to his feet, intending to use the gold and silver treasures in the Jade Teahouse to try and win some favor.

Ah Cong launched a powerful flying kick, knocking the swaying Wuming, who was trying to stand up, to the ground. He stepped on Wuming's waist, and a cold glint appeared in his left hand, severing Wuming's tendons.

After the tendons were severed, his hands could still perform some movements, but there was absolutely no way he could handle the plastic cable ties with them. "Get in the car!"

Ah Cong yanked Wuming up from the ground, shoved him into the van, locked the door, picked up the spent cartridge cases lying on the ground, and threw them into the van through the window.

After finishing everything, Ah Cong got into the driver's seat, started the van, and drove towards No. 1 Junqichang Street.

In the dead of night, even the military personnel on night patrol find places to rest, and there are very few cars on the road.

Ah Cong turned the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at the four people in the car through the rearview mirror.

Professor A noticed Ah Cong's gaze, but he didn't speak rashly. He knew that one couldn't be tripped up by the same puddle twice, and the same trick used last time would definitely be less effective this time.

No technique can be foolproof; the idea that one trick is enough to guarantee success is impossible.

But in order to save his life, Professor A still had to give it a try.

"What happened last time was due to my lack of consideration, but I only have one cash depository in Hong Kong. If I remember correctly, the large gold bull inside the depository is worth no less than 70 million."

"Even if we just find someone to dispose of this pile of dirty rice, we can still make at least six or seven million."

"Boss, you should be content. You work yourself to the bone and risk your life, but you only earn tens of thousands of dollars. Six or seven million is enough for you to turn your life around."

“I have another cash depository in the New Territories. If you’re willing to release the four of us, I’ll take you there. If you’re still not satisfied this time, then you can take action, and I’ll have no regrets.”

Six or seven million?

Professor A is taking advantage of himself!
They're all from the same brand of dirty rice. Old Master Shenxian Jin is only willing to give 20% because we're all from the same water room. Everyone present will get a maximum of 500,000.

Brother Sheng was fair and gave me five million directly.

Ah Cong felt his hands were itching and couldn't help but want to touch the gun and smash the heads of all the bastards behind him. But then he thought about what Brother Sheng had asked him to do, so he put his hands back on the steering wheel.

"In the warehouses of the New Territories, there are not only banknotes, but also US dollars and gold. If you are willing to let the four of us go on 1Malaysia, all this gold and silver treasure is yours!"

Seeing that Ah Cong, who was wearing a mask, remained silent and focused on driving, Professor A added another comment.

Whether it's US dollars or large gold bulls, they're prone to problems. Only gold bars are safe. As long as they're melted down and made into the shape of gold ingots, the gold shop won't ask any questions.

Gold shops are everywhere in Hong Kong; hundreds of kilograms of illicit goods can be sold out in an hour.

"Shut up!"

Ah Cong was annoyed by Professor A. He picked up his pistol, and without even looking at it, he pointed the muzzle at the back seat and pulled the trigger.

"boom"

Professor A, Professor K, and Song Ci all quickly lowered their heads, while Wuming buried his head in the air.

The peanut flew through the carriage without hurting anyone, but broke the rear window and soared into the empty street.

"If you keep babbling on, I can guarantee that the next bullet will hit you in the head."

Ah Cong threw the pistol he was holding onto the dashboard and continued to concentrate on driving towards his destination.

(End of this chapter)