Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 712, Part 302: A Spokesman's Words Are a Nail (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
That's how the world is: people gather when there's profit, and disperse when there isn't.

The immortal brocade values ​​itself, isn't it also because it values ​​its Midas touch?

Chi Mengli never expected that Amiya's team could see through her black gloves and find her weakness.

Smuggling is an economic crime, but when the volume is huge, it can still result in more than a decade in prison.

Use the cops' hands to kill yourself.

Everything is reasonable and legal, and no one can find fault with it.

This is also a case of the boss wanting his henchmen to cover for him when he's been wronged.

Once you're in jail, it's like entering the deepest hell. If someone wants to kill you, you definitely won't survive.

You can't defend yourself against other people.

Even if he could fight against ten thousand men, once he was in jail, he would definitely not walk out alive, just like his mentor Robin.

Mei Feng's move was both cunning and simple, with a very low difficulty level.

“I found that Mr. Handsome Sheng’s methods are very clever; he has at least eight companies acting as firewalls.”

"If no key witness comes forward to identify you, the cops would never have guessed that Mr. Handsome Sheng controls the seafood smuggling business in Hong Kong, no matter how hard they rack their brains."

“The seafood smuggling business alone can bring you at least several million in net profit every month.”

"Smuggling, counterfeiting the country of origin—even European and American smuggling groups are not as skilled as you, Mr. Handsome Sheng."

"And you also have a money laundering business. Your trading company receives tens of thousands of dollars in payments every day, and small vendors all use cash for transactions."

“As long as you mix contaminated rice into the payment, it can enter the banking system without any hindrance. Even if there are warnings, the Commercial Crime Bureau will not be able to investigate.”

"Because all the scallops and vermicelli in Hong Kong are supplied by your seafood trading company, and all transactions are in cash, there must be a lot of money of dubious origin."

Mite smiled and recounted all the results of his recent investigation.

Hearing this, Chi Mengli finally understood what Mite's plan was: to collect evidence, gain access to the imperial aura, and then leak the information to the police.

Unfortunately, the plan didn't go through, and I was also a cop.

Wei Guo returned quickly and scraped a large amount of documents out of Bonnie's safe.

Chi Mengli flipped through the documents page by page and found that they contained information about her recent whereabouts, the whereabouts of that idiot Jack, and photos of the pastor acting as a pilot.

The pastor is a dead friend, that's true. The Thirteen Protectors of Ciyun Temple are all dead friends.

In the end, only the priest and the foul-mouthed guy reformed.
The reason why Brother Kei didn't die from high is because his father is a deadbeat. With such a close-up example of what not to do, the loose-tongued Brother Kei knows to drink in moderation and not get too high.

However, the time when he was known for his foul mouth has now turned around and he's starting to get back on track, because a TV director has taken a liking to him and wants him to play a villain.

These naturally born villains are hard to find; they have to act in at least a dozen scenes a day, leaving them no time to mingle in the underworld.

In addition, he earned quite a bit playing villains, so it's fair to say that Loose Tongue has retired from the criminal world.

Those who came from the Tong Party all died tragically, and most of the "airplane guys" met a miserable end.

After Chi Mengli finished flipping through the documents in her hand, she handed them to Xiren, asking Xiren to organize them when she had time, keeping the useful ones and throwing the useless ones into the fire.

"You're lucky, Mr. Handsome Sheng. We're only in the investigation phase; we haven't started implementing anything yet, so you've escaped unscathed!"

Mitt finished saying everything he needed to say, then slumped back in his chair, completely exhausted.

He particularly likes an old Chinese saying: "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit."

Now that the outcome is decided, we must choose how to face failure.

Kneeling and begging for mercy is not my style. Besides, kneeling and begging for mercy won't save my life.

Since you can't bear to die on your knees, you might as well face death with equanimity.

Death is not always a bad thing. As long as you close your eyes, you can stand with your sister, parents, and uncle forever.

May the family be together forever, never to be separated!

"I am indeed very lucky to have found you first."

Chi Mengli nodded with emotion, agreeing with Mitt's words. He took a step forward and pulled the butterfly knife out of Mitt's leg.

"what"

Mitt groaned in pain, then closed his eyes, silently praying to God for forgiveness for his sins.

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

“Pah.”

Mitt heard the sound of ropes being cut, but he felt no new pain. He slowly opened his eyes and found that all the ropes binding him had been cut.

“I told you, as long as Mr. Mitt finishes explaining the information, I guarantee you won’t die in this abandoned factory. And Mr. Bonnie, you can leave now.”

"Hurry up, don't make me change my mind."

A man's word is his bond. Since Chi Mengli guaranteed that Mitt could leave this abandoned factory alive, he would keep his word.

"Are you really letting us leave?"

Mitt found it unbelievable that someone would let an enemy who was a threat to them go.

You have to understand the rules of the trade. Even if he escaped alive, he still had to continue his mission, regroup his team, and continue to deal with Handsome Sheng.

The deposit given by the employer has long been spent, and there is no turning back.

"Of course! I always keep my promises. You can think of me as weird, but many times I've been held back by my own promises."

"Choose that star!"

"Stop babbling on and on, why don't you just leave? Do you want me to send you a cement coffin?"

"Get out of my sight right now!"

Chi Mengli was too lazy to continue arguing with Mite. He yawned wearily, waved his hand, and told Mite and Bonnie to get lost.

Mitt, whose legs were injured, struggled to his feet. The wounds on his legs gushed out again, and blood flowed down his stockings.

But a will to survive rose in his mind, and he stood up, walked to Bonnie's side, and helped his old friend up.

Bonnie was surprised that Boss Mitt would lend a helping hand and save his life. He quickly put his hand on Boss Mitt's shoulder, and the two moved out step by step.

"Boss, should I follow them and take them down?"

Wei Guo walked to Chi Mengli's side, watching Mitt and Bonnie walk out, and whispered a suggestion, gesturing with his hand at his neck.

Lately, he's been going to Best Buy DVD stores to rent American war movies and has learned all the cool gestures and movements of the male leads in those movies.

"If you break your promise, will you still be with me?"

Chi Mengli looked at Wei Guo and asked him seriously.

Wei Guo thought about it and realized it was true. He nodded and gave up the idea of ​​pursuing them.

"I did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me."

Chi Mengli sighed and turned around to look at the high-tech equipment in the factory hall.

The two roughnecks couldn't understand the classical Chinese that Chi Mengli was speaking, but Xiren had received a solid traditional private school education.

The clients of the bookstore were all wealthy and influential people from the Thirteen Factories. While not all of them were well-read, they had all attended academies and universities, and their cultural knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Xi Ren knew the origin and the meaning of this famous idiom.

Mitt and Bonnie are doomed!
"Move all these high-tech products to the antique shop and have a cleaning company send someone to clean them up."

"I'm hungry, let's get this done quickly, I'll treat you to a street food stall."

Chi Mengli raised her wrist and realized it was almost midnight. She clapped her hands, signaling the professional cleaning company to come in. Xiren took out a walkie-talkie from her pocket and said, "Enter!" signaling the Jianghu cleaning company, who had been waiting for a long time, to enter.

"Roger that!"

A second later, a cold voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Under Xi Ren's command, Wei Guo and Acong first collected the floppy disks on the table, which must contain intelligence.

The underworld has no shortage of money, nor does it have any resistance to upgrading equipment; advanced equipment is combat power.

Everyone is constantly increasing their combat strength, because that's the foundation of survival.

After collecting the floppy disks, the employees of Jianghu Cleaning Company quickly appeared in the abandoned factory yard.

Three vans carrying a dozen or so cleaning company employees dressed in hazmat suits and gas masks got out and came in with professional cleaning tools.

Xi Ren gave instructions to the leader, asking the cleaning company to collect the carbon-14 detector, computers, and firearms and ammunition from the factory and send them to the designated warehouse.

The leader nodded, looked around the abandoned factory, thought for a few seconds, and said, "You have ordered the highest-level package."

"But I must remind you that there are too many signs of fighting inside the factory to be concealed. I suggest setting it on fire."

"Destroy the body and eliminate all traces!"

Xi Ren nodded in agreement and followed Chi Mengli out of the factory, preparing to return to Kowloon Island.

Bonnie and Mitt walked out of the factory gate and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Handsome Sheng and the others hadn't followed them out.

But now was not the time to celebrate. The two exchanged a glance, communicated with their eyes, and quickly quickened their pace, slowly making their way outside.

Outside the factory wall, more than a dozen cars were parked haphazardly, all with their headlights on.

Mite gritted his teeth, supported himself on Bonnie's arm, and moved forward step by step. If his legs hadn't been injured, he could have walked more than ten kilometers without any problem.

But now that both legs are injured, if they are not treated and stitched up quickly, and instead the person grits their teeth and tries to walk back to the safe house, those two legs will definitely be ruined.

Many car lights were on on the highway in the distance, indicating that people were heading this way.

He randomly picked a van, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to climb into the driver's seat. He started the engine and found that the van could drive normally.

"boarding!"

Mitt rolled down the window and urged Bonnie, who was leaning against the side of the carriage, to get in quickly and not waste any more time.

Bonnie turned around with difficulty, opened the sliding door of the van, grabbed the handle with both hands, and climbed into the van with all her might.

"Boss, that's enough!"

"I will never come back to Hong Kong for the rest of my life. Once I recover from my injuries in the safe house, I will buy the earliest flight and leave Hong Kong!"

The car door wasn't closed, but Bonnie was too exhausted. He slumped onto the seat and said weakly.

"OK!"

Mite gritted his teeth, stepped on the clutch with one foot and the accelerator with the other, shifted into reverse, quickly left the abandoned factory area, turned the car around, and drove back onto the asphalt road.

“Handsome Sheng won’t let us go. Even if he lets us go tonight, he’ll still mobilize his men to continue searching for us after tonight.”

“Let’s go to the safe house to get bandaged up and stitched up, then leave Hong Kong immediately and head to Japan.”

Mitt looked up at the rearview mirror and saw the brightly lit abandoned factory getting further and further away. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was relieved.

They only had less than eight hours to escape. If they couldn't get out within eight hours, the two of them might die on the beach.

Time was of the essence, and he needed to speed up. With that in mind, he floored the accelerator, increasing the van's speed once again.

"Boss, slow down. We're keeping a safe distance. Even if Handsome Sheng's car is going fast, it can't catch up now."

"There's a fork in the road ahead. The left one goes to Kowloon Island, and the right one goes to Aberdeen. The safe house is definitely not safe. Let's go to Aberdeen."

“My fellow villagers have boats and black market doctors who can treat me. I’ve set up a safe house in Hong Kong with cash and my passport inside.”

The car was going faster and faster, so fast that Bonnie was terrified. He didn't want to die in a traffic accident after just surviving a near-death experience.

The safe distance was indeed sufficient. Mitt began to slow down, and Bonnie also got up, closed the car door, slumped in the seat, and slowly came to her senses.

Having lost a lot of blood and becoming somewhat delirious, Bonnie could only pinch her own hand to keep herself from falling asleep.

As Mitt drove, he searched the glove compartment. Thank goodness, there was half a pack of cheap cigarettes in the glove compartment, a brand he had never seen before.

If Chi Mengli were in the car at that moment, she would recognize the brand on the cigarette pack.

Daqianmen!
The earliest cigarette brand of Zhonghua is still considered a good brand today, but after a dozen years, it became a representative of low-end cigarettes.

Not recognizing the brand wasn't a problem. Mite quickly popped a cigarette into his mouth, pressed the lighter, and waited for it to heat up.

The process took only a few seconds; he reached out to remove the lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

When Bonnie saw that Mitt had found cigarettes, she quickly asked for a few, stuffed them all into her mouth, and lit them one by one with the lighter.

But nicotine takes too long to take effect, so he had to steel himself and press the still-red-hot wire lighter onto the wound on his thigh.

Iron needs 580℃ to turn dark red, 700℃～800℃ to turn bright red, and at least 980℃～1000℃ to reach incandescent temperature.

The wire at the end of the cigarette lighter is dark red, which is 580℃. Such a temperature, when applied to flesh, can kill it instantly.

"what"

Bonnie howled in pain, her body leaning back against the chair, the confusion in her mind completely vanishing.

He puffed on his cigarette, the nicotine numbing the pain, and his adrenaline began to surge.

Bonnie used this method to bring herself back to her senses.

Mitt also wanted to do the same to himself, but he was driving and couldn't afford to make any mistakes, so he had to focus on holding the steering wheel.

The headlights illuminated the road ahead, and soon we arrived at the fork in the road that Bonnie had mentioned.

Mitt turned the steering wheel to the right, intending to drive onto the highway in Xiangjiangzai.

"Drip drip"

Two headlights suddenly turned on on the grass near the road, and a few car horns blared unexpectedly.

Mitt instinctively looked towards the grass and saw a pointed truck with its headlights on, speeding towards him.

"Bang bang. bang."

The pointed truck crashed into the van, which was speeding past, and the tender grass was whipped up by the wheels. The two vehicles were rolled together, canceling each other out, and continued to move forward together.

Mitt's head hit the steering wheel, bleeding profusely, and he was then thrown against the car door, unable to move.

Bonnie, who was in the back of the car, fared even worse; she was thrown into the trunk and knocked unconscious.

The van stopped, and the truck stopped too.

Ma Wangjian unbuckled his seatbelt, cheered in the driver's seat, opened the door, jumped out, and walked to the side of the van.

Lazy Ice, who had been lying in ambush, also came out yawning and came to Ma Wangjian's side.

"Horse King! How about we build a big airplane?"

"Ah Sheng has already told us the location. We just need to stop them. Lao Ding instructed us to take them alive."

"He said he wanted to see where this scoundrel came from, who had the audacity to dare to mess with the water room."

"Let me make this clear from the start: if someone dies, you'll have to explain it to Lao Ding yourself!"

Lazy Ice and Ma Wangjian are from the same group. They went to Tuodi to learn boxing together. They are old acquaintances, so there's no need for them to address each other as "brother".

Ma Wangjian was also afraid of killing someone, so he walked around the van to observe the situation inside.

(End of this chapter)