Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 710, Page 300: Attempting to Slip Through (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Amiya didn't see it as an invitation. She was working overtime at the company and was a little hungry, so she went to the tea restaurant where she stayed to have a double meal.

After dinner, wanting to enjoy the beautiful scenery near Central, we went to the beach promenade to digest our calories.

But as soon as she reached the beach promenade, she was drugged and, in her dazed state, saw two masked people tie her hands and feet, gag her, and stuff her into a gasoline drum.

Amiya dared not speak out against her anger. There is an old Chinese saying that is very philosophical: "When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."

Her life was in someone else's hands, so she had to be sensible.

"Miss Amiya, the reason I invited you here today is to play some music for you. Please let me know if you have any reaction to this music."

"Your answer concerns Mr. Bonnie's life, so you must be extremely careful!"

Chi Mengli stepped aside, allowing Amiya to see Mr. Bonnie, who was sitting in a chair, covered in wounds and extremely weak.

This means they've all been caught in one fell swoop!

When Bonnie saw Amiya on the chair, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died!
Boss Mitt is his last resort. As long as Boss Mitt is still at large, he will reorganize his forces and give the strongest possible response.

At that time, I will become a bridge of communication between the two parties.

Komit, the leader, was also captured, and his last hope was completely dashed.

A South Asian guy who wants to play music in his office?!

Although Bonnie's face was somewhat disheveled, Amiya recognized him at a glance as the South Asian guy who delivered her takeout.

“Sir, I don’t see your face, nor do I know this South Asian man. I have HK$150,000 in my account if you are willing to let me go.”

“I am willing to take out all of this 150,000, or gentlemen, if you are willing to give a specific number, my parents will do everything they can to raise it.”

Amiya swallowed hard and continued trying to communicate with Chi Mengli and the others.

Bonnie, sitting in the chair, rolled her eyes dramatically. Amiya and Mitt's biological parents were practically rotten to the bone.

Even Amiya and Mitt never met their biological parents; they were raised by their uncle.

Calling your parents is definitely an attempt to find an opportunity to call the police.

This tactic would definitely work on a regular kidnapper, but against Handsome Sheng, it's just a waste of effort.

The attack team that stormed the abandoned factory must have been hired at a high price; Handsome Sheng certainly wouldn't give Amiya a chance to turn the tables just for money.

"I don't want money, I just want Miss Amiya to come and enjoy the music!"

Chi Mengli snapped her fingers, signaling Xiren to start playing music.

Well, so long.

(Oh, goodbye!)

“Oh how I hate to see you go”

(Oh, how I hate to see you leave!)
Yes, so long.

(Yes, goodbye!)
"Oh how I hate to see you goWell the way that I will miss you"

(The way I miss you, oh how I don't want to see you leave!)
Elvis Presley's magnetic voice filled the entire hall of the abandoned factory.

Amiya, who was tied to the chair, felt her heart racing, her consciousness blurring, and everything in front of her becoming distorted. She immediately entered a state of unconsciousness.

Chi Mengli, who had just taken out her cigarette case and was about to light a cigarette, was so shocked by this unbelievable scene that she put down her cigarette.

Xiao Shandong's speculation is correct. Amiya is not only androgynous, but also has a new consciousness born due to her split personality.

If neuroscientists knew about Miss Amiya's situation, they would definitely give everything they have to acquire her.

This is an achievement worthy of the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Once the process of the birth of consciousness is clearly understood, his name will surely be recorded in human history.

Unfortunately, I am not an expert in mental illness or neurology.

Chi Mengli sneered, put the Double Happiness cigarette in her hand into her mouth, and lit it with a Dupont lighter.

Well, so long.

(Oh, goodbye!)

“Oh how I hate to see you go”

(Oh, how I hate to see you leave!)
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The music was looping endlessly. Xi Ren had memorized all the lyrics on the first listen and was now clapping along to the beat.

A-Cong continued to play with the knife in his hand, while Wei-Guo turned the antique pocket watch on his wrist.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for Amiya to appear.

Chi Mengli kept exhaling smoke to obscure her vision as she carefully observed Bonnie's expression.

At this moment, Bonnie, with his bruised and swollen face, was difficult for others to discern any change in his expression, but he did sense something was amiss because so much time had passed.

Because he is the one who initiates the awakening, Boss Mitt usually wakes up gradually after the music plays for the third time.

This is the fifth time the music has played, and Boss Mit still hasn't woken up. Something's not right.

Through the smoke, Chi Mengli saw Bonnie's emotional change, though he wasn't sure if it was good or bad.

But one thing is certain: he's gotten a little tired of listening to this classic Elvis song.

Since we're tired of hearing it, let's make a change.

Chi Mengli threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out with the sole of her shoe, and then walked up to Bonnie.

"Mr. Bonnie, I need to borrow two things from you."

Bonnie looked at the handsome Sheng with wary eyes, because she had nothing to lend this killer except her clothes.

Chi Mengli was polite in words, but not in deeds. He smiled slightly at Bonnie and pulled the two butterfly knives off the scumbag's leg.

"Ahhh"

Bonnie continued to howl at the top of her lungs, hoping that her screams would get her adrenaline pumping.

Both butterfly knives were covered in blood and were very dirty. Chi Mengli wiped the butterfly knives clean on Bonnie's body, then turned and walked to Amiya.

“Mr. Mitt, you acted so well that I almost fell for it.”

"Welcome back!"

Chi Mengli held two butterfly knives upside down and, with all her might, drove the blades into Mitt's thigh.

Mitt, who had already regained consciousness, was a tough nut to crack, at least ten thousand times stronger than Bonnie.

Despite being stabbed twice in both legs, he remained silent, staring fiercely at Chi Mengli.

“Mr. Handsome Sheng, your welcoming ceremony is quite unique, which is not in line with the principles of conduct of China, a country known for its etiquette.”

Physical pain cannot be overcome by mental strength.

Having switched to a different mental system, Mitt also felt physical pain. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and waited for the adrenaline to come to his rescue.

"When friends come, we have fine wine; when enemies come, we have hunting rifles."

“Mr. Mitt, we don’t seem to be friends, so two butterfly knives as a gift should be fine.”

"Your thoughtful subordinate told me how to start it up."

“But Mr. Mitt, you are an old hand, you shouldn’t blame your men, because no one can withstand severe torture.”

"Both the CIA and Mossad allow their agents to sell intelligence for their own lives."

"As a seasoned veteran, you wouldn't believe that your subordinates should risk their lives to protect you."

"The concept of leader worship has completely failed. Even if the people of Red Russia no longer believe in it, we shouldn't be naive."

Chi Mengli pulled up her chair and sat opposite Mi Te, took out her cigarette case, and lit a cigarette for Mi Te.

He really needed nicotine to numb himself. Mitt took a drag, held it for half a minute, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

“Mr. Handsome Sheng, your methods are more powerful than I imagined. In the end, I underestimated you.”

Mitt, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, mumbled something indistinctly.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!

Since it's on the table, we have to accept it.

Accepting the consequences of a bet is a good virtue, but most people don't possess it.

Chi Mengli was very gentlemanly. He waited for Mitt to finish his cigarette before speaking, "When I was little, my family was poor."

"You little brat, you've eaten your father's bread!"

"Unfortunately, my father passed away before I could eat. The fate of a gangster who believed in brotherhood and loyalty was obvious from the beginning."

"My father passed away, and only my grandfather and mother are left at home. My grandfather didn't have much money left, so he only left me a small apartment."

"Char siu is delicious! We scoundrels can only eat it during the Lunar New Year, but other scoundrels can eat at the ancestral hall during festivals."

"I'm from Shanghai. Since there's no ancestral hall to eat at, I have to cook for myself."

"There are few rivers in Hong Kong; it's all seawater. However, there is a small river near Shau Kei Wan with plenty of fish in it."

“When I was little, I learned to fish with electricity and filled my belly with a lot of oil.”

"But Mr. Mitt, do you know that eating fish won't fill your stomach? There's not much oil in fish. Even if you eat ten, you'll still be hungry."

"My mom's biggest worry every day was how to fill my stomach."

Chi Mengli asked Wei Guo to take out the wire she had prepared in advance, and then she wrapped it all around the butterfly knife.

"When we were electrofishing, we were afraid of conducting electricity, so we went to rubber factories to steal rubber and made ourselves a pair of rubber gloves and rubber rain boots."

"Because rubber is non-conductive, wearing it can prevent it from conducting electricity."

"Even so, countless scoundrels die in the pond every year."

"But people have long since gotten used to it, or become numb to it, after all, life without hope is just too bitter."

Chi Mengli wrapped the scars on the butterfly knife with wire. After finishing, he stood up straight and continued to say to Mitt, "I will not interrogate you."

“Mr. Mitter is a big shot, he can definitely withstand torture, because you have received such training.” “Even the information you give is misleading. In short, saying it the right way or the wrong way will have different effects.”

“But Mr. Mitt, you have your attitude, and I should have mine.”

"This is my stance!"

"A word of caution: continuous electrical stimulation can damage the heart and stimulate brain cells."

“I watched a documentary about a former Nazi agent who was interrogated by the Nazis for many days using electric shocks. This agent now wears diapers all day long.”

"His brain nerves were completely damaged, and he often called his female caregiver 'Daddy'."

Chi Mengli took out a handkerchief and considerately stuffed it into Mitt's mouth, lest Mitt lose his temper and bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Seeing that his boss had finished his long speech, Wei Guo clamped the two ignition wires to the iron wire on the ground and locked the other end to a diesel generator.

Bonnie was very thoughtful; fearing a power outage at the abandoned factory, he specially bought two diesel generators as a secondary power source.

With just enough red oil, you can play all day long.

Chi Mengli pressed the switch, and 230V current was supplied directly to the iron wire through the ignition connection wire.

Mitt began to tremble violently, his eyes rolled back, and large beads of sweat streamed down his face.

She even started to lose control of her bladder, urine sliding down her smooth, long, straight thighs.

Chi Mengli took out a cigarette case from her pocket, lit a cigarette for herself, and then calmly looked at the violently shaking Mit.

"stop!"

A minute later, Chi Mengli waved her hand, signaling Wei Guo to turn off the diesel generator.

When the electric current stopped coursing through his body, Mit stopped shaking. He was covered in sweat, his clothes were soaked, and he looked at Chi Mengli weakly.

Faced with the submissive gaze, Chi Mengli could only shake his head regretfully. He told Wei Guo to stop, explaining that he only wanted to check on Mi Te's physical condition, not to ask for information.

"continue."

Mitt's body was very strong and his willpower was very strong, so he was able to withstand the second round of electric shocks.

Wei Guo immediately switched on the power switch, and the diesel generator continued to roar, generating current that was conducted along the connecting wire to the butterfly knife.

Mitt, who had only rested for a dozen seconds, continued to tremble and began to roll his eyes.

The reason the butterfly knife is inserted into the thigh, rather than the arm or body, is that the current mainly passes through the lower body, which is equivalent to step voltage.

There is only one advantage to doing this: it avoids the heart and therefore does not easily cause cardiac arrest.

Products made by CIA are guaranteed to be of high quality.

This cliché trick has been used by the CIA on countless tough targets, and it has always been incredibly effective.

Chi Mengli raised her wrist, smoking as she helped Mi Te keep track of time.

[Thirty seconds!]

[One minute!]

[One minute and thirty seconds!]

Bonnie, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, was also sweating profusely; his nerves had completely broken down.

The handsome Sheng in front of us is no longer Satan's representative in the world, but Satan himself who has descended to earth.

Secret agents are human too. Private intelligence agencies generally rely on sheer numbers to succeed, and their training for investigators is geared towards real-world scenarios.

Intelligence investigators from private intelligence agencies, defense service companies, and strategic consulting firms are not trained to endure excessive torture.

If you ask, investigators from private intelligence agencies will hand over information without hesitation in exchange for their lives.

Bonnie was determined to die. He had already bought a custom-made insurance policy, so that his parents would receive a large sum of money as long as he was missing for more than three months.

But he had absolutely no intention of being tortured to death; if possible, he would like to live a good life.

"The intermediary this time is Judge, and the middleman is a bald guy called Immortal."

"The safe in my room contains the latest intelligence sent by the middleman."

"The middleman is already thinking things are too slow and is starting to work on Plan B."

Bonnie could no longer bear it and had a complete mental breakdown. She quickly blurted out everything she knew.

He had already seen Ah Cong moving another diesel generator over and connecting the wires, seemingly to boost his own power.

"stop!"

Chi Mengli nodded to Wei Guo, signaling him to turn off the diesel generator.

Mitt was so shocked by the electric shock that he was completely exhausted, and everything in front of him was overlapping.

Chi Mengli stepped forward, ripped the handkerchief out of Mitt's mouth, glanced at the time, and sincerely praised, "Mr. Mitt, you are the toughest person to last the longest."

"I truly admire you!"

“If possible, I should find a video camera, put you and the timer together, and see if I can break the Guinness World Record.”

“Your good friend has told you everything he knows.”

"Mr. Mitt, do you have anything to add?"

Chi Mengli looked at Mi Te, wanting to see if the tough guy in front of her had been swayed by the electric shock.

“Bonnie is right. The middleman is a sage, and the intermediary is a judge.”

“I was indeed about to activate Plan B, but before I could even begin, Mr. Handsome Sheng came knocking on my door.”

Mitt's mouth began to ulcerate, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, speaking weakly.

How did you know the location of the water room and money storage?

"Also, who told you the combination to the safe?"

"Things have already come to this point, so be decisive and stop being so wishy-washy, making yourself uncomfortable."

Chi Mengli kindly advised Mi Te not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. She told him that if he continued to remain silent and uncooperative, she had plenty of ways to deal with him.

Moreover, Ah Cong, who was standing to the side, was also eager to try it out and was studying the diesel generator with his head down.

If Mitt falls into A-Cong's hands, he'll be in grave danger; he might as well just die and join Liang.

"The passwords for the vault and safe were given to me by a middleman. I was just responsible for carrying out the orders and taking the contents of the safe."

"As for the rest, I don't know."

“I’m already in Mr. Handsome Sheng’s hands, so there’s no need for me to lie.”

Mitt wasn't lying; it was indeed difficult for him to pinpoint the exact location of the money storage room in a short time, let alone obtain the safe's combination.

We've come this far, there's no need to beat around the bush anymore.

"How did you conduct the transaction?"

Chi Mengli looked into Mi Te's eyes, trying to make sure he wasn't lying.

"The money transfer from the Water House money exchange first went to Dubai, then to Gibraltar, and finally to a bank in the Cayman Islands."

Mitt really didn't want to continue the electric torture, so he just gave up.

There are traitors in the water room!
In an instant, Chi Mengli discovered a secret known throughout the entire Hongmen world.

What is an open secret is never a secret.

The water room is full of traitors, double agents, and turncoats. As long as the price is right, they'll bask in the emperor's aura, sell their services to powerful figures, sell their influence to grandpas, and they have no psychological barriers to it.

Everything for the money!
"it is good!"

"readily!"

"You've been investigating me for so long, there's no way you haven't heard a thing."

"Also, I'm very interested in Mr. Mitt's Plan B. Could you please tell me about it?"

With a warm smile, Chi Mengli allowed Mi Te to continue confessing, sparing him from physical punishment.

"Hehehe"

"I'm not going to leave this factory alive, am I?"

Mitt smiled, but instead of immediately answering the handsome young man's question, he asked a question in return with a wry smile.

Hearing Mitt's words, Chi Mengli shook her head firmly: "Don't worry, I guarantee you will leave this factory unharmed."

"And none of the people here will lay a finger on either of you!"

"As long as you answer my questions honestly, I can give you my assurance."

"I, Liangzaisheng, am a man of my word. I will never break my promise and ruin my reputation."

Nobody wants to die!

During the previous gathering of information about Handsome Winner, I had heard of his reputation for keeping his word.

Seeing that the handsome young man was patting his chest very loudly, Mitt believed him with some skepticism.

"Plan B is to expose your relationship with Yazaku of Dongying. I checked the number of Meizi Dui that had a major conflict with you before."

"We found a small problem!"

"The person in charge of the Meizi group is Quick Fist Jack, a Chinatown kid from Brooklyn."

“This person in charge of the Mei Zi Tuan has no territory, only a hotel, while the pastor of the Mei Zi Tuan has a street in Yau Ma Tei.”

"Ahem, could I have a cigarette?"

Mitt was feeling dizzy. Three Chi Meng Koi appeared before his eyes. He shook his head, gave a wry smile, and wanted a cigarette to perk himself up.

For those who are willing to cooperate and make amends, Chi Mengli will show his goodwill. He takes out his cigarette case, offers one to Mi Te, and indicates that Mi Te should smoke it slowly.

(End of this chapter)