Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 678, Section 268: There is only one ending for everyone.
Spicy K first had his henchman drive around Tin Shui Wai three times. Seeing that no one was following behind, he then had the henchman drive towards Lau Fau Shan.

Laser, sitting in the back seat, was counting the items in the bag. The road was too bumpy, and he couldn't count them all even after several attempts.

"Damn it! The roads in Yuen Long should have been repaired a long time ago. These bespectacled geezers in the municipal government don't do any proper work at all, they're bastards!"

After much effort, Laser finally managed to roughly count the silver notes, which came to exactly 800,000. He took out 150,000 and handed it over to Spicy K.

“The three of you, HK$50,000 each. You are all from the New Territories and have the right of a resident. HK$50,000 is enough for you to pay the Housing and Building Department’s land rent tax, property tax, and stamp duty. Use the rest to buy building materials at the building materials market.”

Spicy K divided the banknotes in his hand into three portions and gave them to the three henchmen who were working with him, so that these scoundrels would spend their money wisely.

When the henchmen saw the silver notes in the boss's hand, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they practically drooled.

When Spicy K saw this scene, he knew that his words were worthless; these three bastards hadn't remembered a thing.

"Once you get the money, go hide in Longgang for a while and don't show your face."

"I still need to give you the instructions," Spicy K said, and then handed out the banknotes in his hand.

After deducting 150,000 from 800,000, 650,000 is left.

Without further ado, Laser continued counting, handing out 450,000 to Spicy K.

This time, Spicy K is the leader, so he definitely has to take a bigger share. Even if he snatched the money himself, he still has to give the lion's share to Spicy K. That's the rule of the underworld. If he breaks the rule, he won't be able to make a living from this business anymore.

He took the money, but without even counting it, he stuffed it all into his bag.

LaK didn't count because he trusted himself, but he still had to do what he was supposed to do. Laser counted the remaining 200,000 yuan in front of LaK, and then opened his bag to show everyone, indicating that he hadn't hidden anything.

"Received!"

"This isn't the first time we've worked together. We trust you to get things done."

"Same as always, deal with your own stuff."

"You should go to Longgang and hide for a week. Don't do anything, don't gamble, just live a normal life. After a week, everything should be going smoothly, and you can come out and enjoy yourself."

Spicy K told Laser not to put on a big show, and instructed his good brother not to give himself away.

"I know!"

While answering, he took out a cigarette, tossed one to LaK, lit it with LaK's lighter, and then handed the lighter back.

The car drove to the beach near Tin Shui Wai, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Spicy K told his henchmen to bring out the tin buckets they had prepared beforehand, and then he started taking off his clothes until he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts.

"Damn, it's so cold!"

Hong Kong in March was still a bit chilly. Spicy K shivered, took the kerosene handed to him by the henchman, poured some on his clothes, threw the cigarette in, and quickly took a step back.

A cigarette butt fell into the tin bucket, and flames shot up instantly, setting all the clothes inside on fire.

Others followed suit, throwing in their clothes, masks, stockings, and bags.

Destroy the corpses and eliminate traces!

Looking at the flickering flames, Spicy K smiled smugly. As long as the clothes were burned, there would be no one to know.

"Boss, the clothes!"

The henchman took out the clothes he had prepared beforehand from the van and handed them to Spicy K with both hands.

A sea breeze blew, raising goosebumps all over his body. Spicy K stopped trying to look cool and quickly put on his clothes.

"You can go first. I will notify you once the rest of the money is in your account. Don't change your pager number and keep it charged."

After changing his clothes, Spicy K told his three henchmen to get lost and went to see his manager.

These three henchmen had already done several deals with Lak K and knew that Lak K wouldn't go back on his word, so they all nodded, left the beach, and headed towards the highway, preparing to take a minibus to the New Territories and then take a ferry to Lung Kong that night.

Seeing the three henchmen disappear on the road, Spicy K glanced down at the tin bucket again. Seeing that all the clothes inside had been burned, he kicked the burning tin bucket with all his might, sending it into the sea.

"boarding!"

Spicy K opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, and beckoned Laser, who was throwing stones and gliding around, to get in the car.

Laser was very satisfied to see that the pebble it threw had created three splashes of water. It clapped its hands, ran to the car, opened the passenger door, and jumped in.

"Where?"

"Lau Fau Shan!"

Lau Fau Shan is close to the sea and is a place where fresh and salt water meet, making it very suitable for oyster farming.

Seafood merchants in Hong Kong often use bamboo poles to cultivate oysters near Tin Shui Wai. Because it is a place where fresh and salt water meet, the current is slow, so even if a typhoon comes, the losses will not be significant.

The two drove their van along the winding mountain road until they reached the old lighthouse at the top of the mountain.

Spicy K's agent, known as Brother Bright Lamp, is like Laser, a money-giving foot soldier for the casino. As long as you bet against Brother Bright Lamp, you're guaranteed to get rich and turn a bicycle into a sports car.

The lighthouse atop Lau Fau Shan was their agreed-upon meeting place. After each successful mission, they would meet at the old lighthouse. If time allowed and the mission had gone smoothly, they would share a drink.

The area around the old lighthouse was quite lively today, with several cars parked there, and even a parasol, as if people were having a picnic.

"What's going on at Lau Fau Shan?"

Laser sensed something was wrong. He often came to Tin Shui Wai and had also been to Lau Fau Shan a few times. The residents of Tin Shui Wai's housing estates were busy making a living every day and had no time for such elegant things as picnics.

He quickly turned around, struggled to climb out, and scrambled to the back seat. He pulled out the Type 56 submachine gun he had hidden under the seat and quickly loaded and chambered the bullets.

"What's wrong! Don't worry, Brother Mingdeng is here!"

Spicy K, who had been pulling the short dog out of the armrest box, glanced at Brother Mingdeng, who was smiling apologetically at someone, and his vigilance relaxed considerably. He told Laser not to make a big deal out of it.

"I'm lost? Don't worry?"

"Nonsense! Wake up! The 'Dirty Rat' doesn't meet with the owner; he relies entirely on his agent for communication. Brother Mingdeng is an old hand; he knows the rules. The reason we've been in this business for so long without any trouble is because we follow the rules."

"Better safe than sorry. With weapons at our disposal, we can speak with confidence."

That's so silly and naive!
Laser sneered, telling Spicy K to open his eyes wider and not get carried away.

After being reminded by his friend, Spicy K also felt something was wrong. He took out the short dog that he had put back, unfastened the lock, and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

But with the person right in front of me, I had no choice but to get off the bus.

Spicy K parked the car about 20 meters away from the old lighthouse, turned to Laser and said, "Laser, don't get out of the car, just stay in the car. I'll go see what's going on."

"Don't turn off the engine. If it doesn't feel right, just turn it on and start the thunder."

After saying that, Spicy K climbed out of the driver's seat, picked up the bag containing the remains, and waited for Laser to get into the driver's seat before opening the car door and getting out.

"Brother Mingdeng!"

Spicy K carried a bag in one hand and put the other hand in her pocket, holding the short dog. She had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were alertly scanning her surroundings.

"Brother, you're here."

Standing under the parasol, Mingdeng was fanning Mitt, who was sitting on a beach chair. When he saw LaK arrive, he didn't call LaK by her full name.

For the boss to meet with the filthy rat is a violation of the rules of the underworld, and it will cause trouble.

At this point, no matter what you do, you have to be careful. Put away the fan and quickly give LaK a wink, telling your most trusted subordinate, the dirty rat, to speak less, or better yet, to shut up.

"We got what was in the safe!"

Having collaborated so many times, they had developed a tacit understanding. Spicy K understood Mingdeng's signal, simply said one sentence, and held up the bag in his hand.

Hearing that he had obtained the item, Mitt became interested. He stopped reclining and sat up, looking at the bag in Spicy K's hand, and asked with great interest, "What's inside?"

Spicy K remained silent, ignoring Mitt, and simply stared coldly at the guiding light, hoping it would give him some new clues.

The scene suddenly froze, becoming awkward. Seeing the tense atmosphere, Mingdeng, standing to the side, immediately tried to smooth things over with a laugh: "Hahaha, if you want to know what it is, I'll go take a look."

With an awkward smile, he walked up to Spicy K, made a Hongmen hand gesture to warn Spicy K to be careful, and then opened the bag, only to find a pile of rotten bones that smelled terrible.

The smell was so strong that Mingdeng almost vomited into the bag. He quickly held his breath, closed the bag, and took several deep breaths to calm his churning stomach.

"Boss, here's what you wanted. We've already gotten it for you."

Wanting to finish quickly, Mingdeng took the bag and went to Mitt's side, urging the effeminate man in makeup to take a look. Once he had, she wanted him to settle the balance promptly and not be a stingy person.

Before the lamp could even get close to Mitt, Bonnie, who was standing to the side, blocked its path. Bonnie snatched the bag away, glanced at it, and found that it was indeed a skeleton. He then showed it to Mitt.

"Okay!"

"Give them the stuff, and do it smartly!"

Very satisfied, Mitt said a few words in Latin, then took the bag and prepared to leave Tin Shui Wai and return to his rented apartment. He was tired after a long day and needed to rest.

Bonnie nodded, indicating that she would clean it up.

Mitt boarded a Land Rover and left the mountaintop, leaving the stage to Bonnie.

"Sir, we've got everything sorted out. How about the final payment?"

Mingdeng had been standing with his arms crossed and a forced smile on his face. Seeing that the effeminate man in charge had already left, he quickly asked Bonnie about the final payment.

"Please wait a minute!"

Bonnie told Mingdeng to wait a moment, then he went to the back of his Jeep, opened the trunk, took out a small box, and handed it to Mingdeng.

The small box wasn't locked, so Mingdeng quickly opened it. Seeing that it was full of oxen, he felt a little relieved. But as the saying goes, "the last mile is the hardest," and it wasn't unheard of in Hong Kong for a box full of banknotes, only to find that the first and last two were genuine, while the rest were all the same color.

He quickly flipped through the paper and found that it was all genuine silver notes. But he was still not convinced, so he pulled out another one and saw the HSBC logo and the anti-counterfeiting strip before he was completely relieved.

Bonnie, sitting on the back panel of the truck bed, was very patient, waiting for Mingdeng to finish checking the silver bills.

"Boss, the amount is correct. If you have any trouble in Hong Kong, Southeast Asia, or Taiwan, feel free to call me anytime. I guarantee I can help you sort it out."

Mingdeng fastened the box, held it in his hand, and secretly reached his free hand behind his back to give LaK a quick signal to get out of there.

"Okay, have a safe trip!"

Bonnie reached out her hand and waved goodbye to Mingdeng and the other person.

Mingdeng waved goodbye to Bonnie and the rule-breaker, thinking that he wouldn't take the job next time even if the commission was a million dollars. He then turned and walked towards Spicy K's van.

The "bright lamp" is a broker who doesn't actually do anything; he just takes jobs and earns a commission. He only has theoretical knowledge but no practical experience.

But LaK was different. All his skills were honed in the midst of gunfire. Even if he were to die, he would never turn his back to the enemy. His hands were still in his jacket pockets as he methodically retreated.

If any of the idiots sitting in the Jeep make any rash moves, Jiang will smash their heads in.

Bonnie watched the two men leave, and just as the two bastards were about to get into the van, he raised his hand and made a shooting gesture, aiming first at the assassin sitting in the driver's seat.

"boom"

A gunshot rang out, echoing through the mountains, and all the birds in the forest flapped their wings and took flight.

Sound travels the fastest; by the time the sound had almost dissipated, a bullet had already pierced the windshield and shattered the laser head in the driver's seat.

Startled, Spicy K quickly turned around and immediately saw a scene that sent chills down his spine: Bonnie was pointing a gun at his forehead.

"boom"

The sniper, hidden on the top floor of the lighthouse, received Bonnie's order and decisively pulled the trigger.

A warhead spiraled through the air, precisely piercing into Spicy K's head. In less than half a second, it emerged from the back of his skull and disappeared into the soil.

Spicy K pulled out the Black Star pistol from his pocket, but he had no strength left in his body. He could only collapse to the ground, staring blankly at the sun in the sky.

The sun isn't glaring anymore!

These were the thoughts that formed in Spicy K's mind in the last second before he left this world.

The sudden clap of thunder startled Mingdeng so much that his legs went weak and he collapsed onto the muddy ground. He tried to beg for mercy, but found that he couldn't speak at all.

Bonnie, exhausted from a long day, wanted to end the farce as soon as possible, so he gestured towards the head of the lamp.

"boom"

The lamp fell to the ground with a thud, plunging headfirst into the mud.

"It's really troublesome!"

Bonnie withdrew her hand, put it to her lips, blew on it, and pretended to cool down the muzzle of the gun.

It's a real shame that no one appreciates this show-off.

Bonnie felt a pang of regret, then jumped to the ground, walked to the lamp, kicked the corpse to make it go to the side, and picked up her suitcase.

This deal is worth only three million, three million US dollars!
If every step of the process requires payment, the entire team won't be able to offer bonuses.

In business, you should proactively save money wherever possible, after all, you are also a member of the team.

Bonnie whistled, made a tactical hand signal to leave, put the box of cash back in the trunk, got into the driver's seat, and waited for his comrades upstairs to come down.

A sniper in camouflage got out carrying a box, placed it in the back seat, and then sat in the passenger seat.

"Didi."

Bonnie nervously honked the horn to make way for the driverless van, but the dead can't drive, so he had to go around in circles before finally getting onto the makeshift stone road and heading down the mountain.

The bodies of Mingdeng, LaK, and Laser lay unattended beneath the old lighthouse, along with their van.

The crows had arrived and were pecking at the flesh and blood of the three corpses, enjoying this unexpected feast.

The crows, who were having a hearty meal, suddenly stopped eating. They took flight and circled in mid-air, emitting unpleasant cries.

As the sun set, two vans drove up to the top of Lau Fau Shan. Once the vans came to a stop, Ma Wangjian jumped out of the passenger seat, glanced up at the cawing crows in the sky, and cursed his bad luck inwardly.

He took out his cigarette case, lit one for himself, and after taking a satisfying puff, he asked the driver to turn the van's headlights up to their brightest.

Two men lay sprawled on the ground, and Ma Wangjian recognized them at a glance as having half their heads blown off.

I've known this loser for a long time. Once he loses money at the casino and becomes a beacon of hope, he'll call me and ask me for advice.

However, the idea of ​​"linking ideas" is just a rumor spread among gambling addicts. If getting a virgin could make you win money, then the king of the gambling den would have to test the clock every day, wouldn't he be a gambling god!
"Bright Light, Spicy K, who's that bastard in the car?"

Ma Wangjian pressed the cigarette butt against the side of the van and waited until the flames were extinguished before stuffing it into his pocket.

This is the crime scene. If the cops find your fingerprints and saliva on a cigarette butt now, you'll definitely be the one to take the blame.

The henchman who got out of the car with him took out a flashlight and shone it on the driver's seat. After looking for a long time, he could barely recognize it, but he wasn't sure. He tentatively said, "Boss, this looks like a BACC laser!"

"It must be this idiot!"

With their identities confirmed, Ma Wangjian nodded and said, "Put on gloves, search them, and find some clues so we can report back to the boss."

The henchmen quickly put on shoe covers, gloves, and some even wore shower caps, just to prevent their hair from falling at the crime scene.

Ma Wangjian's henchmen first searched the pockets of the three unlucky guys and found stacks of gold bulls. Then they found a shotgun with a sawed-off pipe and a Type 56 5.5 gun under the car seat.

Upon seeing the large golden bull that the henchman brought out, Ma Wangjian recognized the familiar off-white wrapping paper and immediately concluded that this was the number whose prefix had been stolen. He flipped it over and saw a blue and red lotus flower mark, which further confirmed his suspicions.

He distributed one-third of the large gold bull he had found to his henchmen, and pocketed the rest as overtime pay for the night.

(End of this chapter)