Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 705, page 295: A Nighttime Intruder Knocks on the Door (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"A sneeze."

Achoo! Achoo!

Bonnie, who was typing on the keyboard, suddenly sneezed loudly.

It's that loser thinking about himself!
It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn bad things.

Having spent the past six months in Hong Kong, hanging out with fellow South Asians, Bonnie has learned a lot of local Hong Kong slang, mostly witty and unserious expressions.

The carbon-14 analyzer in front of him had just been assembled, and Bonnie was adjusting the equipment.

The pile of bones they snatched was so large that it was impossible to tell whether the bones belonged to men or women, or to the old or the young.

But this is still crucial evidence, and we must find out the whole story.

The employer's demands were bizarre; they insisted on finding irrefutable evidence of the target's crimes and bringing him to justice.

Hong Kong people call the gray area "jianghu" (江湖, a term referring to the underworld or the underworld), Westerners call it "dark world," and the Japanese call it "the path of extreme evil."

Bonnie prefers the term "jianghu" (江湖, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), for a simple reason: she enjoys swimming.

Carbon-14 dating can determine the age of bones and even the age of antiques.

Compared to experience, science is more logical and reliable.

A woman wearing a bath towel came out of the bathroom and saw Bonnie excitedly adjusting the device, so she went over to her.

"Bonnie, is there any news?"

Bonnie turned his head and saw the woman wrapped in a bath towel; he immediately let out a lewd whistle.

"Beautiful girl, great figure."

"There are still a few programs to go. Once they are finished, we will be all done."

"Boss Mitt is getting impatient. If we still can't find anything out from this pile of rotten bones, we'll have to find a new breakthrough."

Bonnie was also helpless. The beautiful woman in front of him was very pretty and had a great figure. If it were before, he would have pounced on her and gone to the rooftop with her to admire the moon.

The boss of Comit has given a firm order: finish this deal as soon as possible and leave Hong Kong.

They've been in Hong Kong for too long and need to leave this intelligence capital of Asia as soon as possible.

Yazaku is in internal strife and needs help, so he's very generous.

Boss Mit has already made arrangements with Yazaku's men to help these little devils carry out a few assassinations without anyone noticing.

The Japanese were very generous, offering a reward of one million US dollars for each target, which was both time-efficient and low-risk.

Many old acquaintances in the underworld are in Edo. They only care about money, not people. They will help whoever is more generous.

The Amiya Organization doesn't want to miss this feast for the Grim Reapers.

"OK! Done!"

Bonnie typed away on the keyboard, shouted excitedly, and, mimicking a pose from a Japanese manga, raised her hands above her head.

The detector, having received instructions from the computer, was powered on. The current started flowing, driving the detector to emit detection light and begin detecting the bones in the plate.

This carbon-14 analyzer is extremely valuable, costing $100,000 per unit. And this isn't a common product; it was manufactured by an underground research institute in the Netherlands.

Price but no market!

Boss Mitt used some personal connections to get the machine, disassemble it into parts, and load it onto the plane.

It only took eighteen hours to transport the box to Hong Kong.

But while the shipment arrived, assembly was extremely difficult. Bonnie spent three days assembling and debugging it, following the instructions.

The dark green screen on the instrument began to show lines jumping, which proved that the instrument had started to operate.

"I hate STEM guys the most; they have absolutely no sense of romance!"

The woman watched for a few seconds, but couldn't figure out what was exciting about Bonnie. She shook her head helplessly, muttered something under her breath, and turned to leave. All STEM guys are taciturn, they're all the same.

Bonnie ignored the tattered crotch that had left. That damned woman was addicted to sex; she could do without anything in bed, but not without a man.

Every man in the organization has slept with this rotten crotch, except for myself.

Bonnie didn't want to become a stamp in a stamp album, letting that rotten crotch be so proud.

"Squeak squeak squeak."

The printer makes a printing sound, a sheet of white paper is sucked up from the baffle, and then slowly ejected from the printhead.

Bonnie stared at the data on the screen for a moment, then quickly rubbed his eyes and continued looking at the data.

The composition of bones is very complex, containing bones from both young people and older people.

To be precise, these are two piles of bones placed together.

Throughout history and across the world, even when husband and wife are buried together, they are not buried in a single urn; at most, they are buried in a single coffin.

Could this be some kind of ritual from the mysterious East?

Bonnie stroked his chin, starting to think about how to explain things to Boss Mitt.

"boom"

"bang bang bang"

The computer, the monitor, the testing equipment, and the overhead fluorescent lights all went out at once.

The factory was completely dark. Half a minute later, the emergency lights on the wall were turned on.

This type of outdoor emergency light does not require a power source; it relies entirely on chemical agents to light up in the dark.

Bonnie paused for a moment; he remembered clearly that the factory's power supply system was very stable.

Because assembly line factories require high-power electricity year-round, there are dedicated transformers in the factory buildings. As long as there is no problem with the power input, there will be no power outages!
A sudden power outage is definitely a problem!
All the companions inside the room came out, each holding a long-barreled gun and a short-barreled dog. Even the tattered pants were dressed in combat gear, and one of them threw a pistol to Bonnie.

Bonnie, who had just taken the pistol, instantly realized that things weren't peaceful even in the dead of night; some unpleasant guest had come knocking!

"Wow."

"Wow."

"Wow."

Several glass windows at the west entrance of the factory were shattered by stones, and four or five tin cans emitting thick smoke were thrown into the factory building.

This simple smoke bomb was created by gangsters; it was originally used to repel rats and mosquitoes.

Setting up a gambling den on a small island at sea isn't difficult; water and electricity aren't the hardest things to deal with. The most difficult things are dealing with rats and mosquitoes.

So the gangsters who frequented the theaters invented these simple smoke bombs, which contained saltpeter, sulfur, and various ancient insect repellents.

The insect repellent effect is so-so, not as good as the insect repellent smoke used by foreigners.

However, because too much random medicine was added, people would have runny noses and tears when they smelled it, their limbs would feel weak, and some unlucky people might even die from the fumes.

So this homemade smoke bomb was preserved and used to smash kilns, and it was given a very arrogant name: Human-Headed Rakshasa.

The meaning is simple: the tin can is about the size of a human head. In folk tales, the Rakshasa demon has a bluish-purple face and spews poisonous smoke.

These outsiders, including Bonnie, were unaware of the local gangs' inventions and innovations, but they had received specialized tactical training.

Knowing how to respond to a gas attack.

Bonnie quickly raised his gun, aimed it at the emergency light on the wall, pulled the trigger, shattering the indoor light source, and then began running towards the deepest part of the factory.

Automatic rifles and gas masks were all in the armory; they had to be equipped with them immediately, or they wouldn't have a chance to fight back.

(End of this chapter)