Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 713, Part 303: Time to Use Some Tactics (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

(He was put in a small dark room, I don't know why!)
The interior of the van was in disarray, and the windshield was shattered.

Ma Wangjian squatted outside the car, unable to see anything inside. Helpless, he stood up and kicked the car window to pieces.

Mitt, head down, looked at the face that was being thrust in and weakly pleaded for help.

"The person is still breathing!"

"Damn it, you bunch of bastards, you have no sense at all! Drag him out here!"

Upon seeing that the person was still alive and breathing, Ma Wangjian was overjoyed and called to his henchmen who were watching the commotion behind him to pull the person out.

The henchmen quickly grabbed crowbars, pried open the dented car door, and frantically pulled Bonnie out of the trunk.

Bonnie had a steel tube inserted into her heart and was spitting blood continuously; it seemed there was no hope for her.

But when the boss speaks, the henchmen have no choice but to take action, no matter how much they dislike it.

The henchmen jumped into the mangled van and lifted the person up. As the person was about to die, the body fluids and blood stopped flowing, making the person feel heavy and lifeless.

It took the combined efforts of the three henchmen to get Bonnie out of the deformed van.

After all that commotion, Bonnie was completely dead, her eyes staring blankly at the dark sky.

"Boss, this guy couldn't hold on, he's kicked the bucket!"

The henchman, drenched in sweat from the exertion, ran to Ma Wangjian's side to report.

Lazy Bing, who was standing to the side with a cigarette in his mouth, was already helpless. As long as he obediently stopped the person and took him to Grandpa, he would have accomplished a great task.

That scoundrel Wang Jian from Xima always has to play tricks. Now he's killed one of them. I don't know how he'll explain this to his grandfather when he gets back.

"Give him a cement coffin, throw him into the sea, and let him become the Dragon King's son-in-law."

Ma Wangjian knew he had messed up and was a little unhappy. He waved his hand impatiently, telling his henchmen to throw Bonnie into the sea.

"Don't be afraid, there's one more."

Seeing that Lazy Ice's expression was not good, Ma Wangjian told Lazy Ice to relax and not to worry, he would hold on to the end.

Mitt was quickly dragged out by the henchmen of the water room and thrown onto the grass.

"You're really bold, you dare to mess with the water room's plane."

Ma Wangjian looked Mit up and down, noticing that the old hag had a rather voluptuous figure. He leered and blew the still-burning cigarette butt into the old hag's face.

However, even with his impressive physique, he can't get his hands on the prize. This ruthless character, who dares to touch the treasury, will definitely go on a killing spree once he regains his freedom.

I'm not afraid to risk my life, but risking my life for a woman seems a bit much.

Recently, the agency sent another batch of Eastern European horses, all of them with excellent physiques, totaling three hundred.

The big shot originally wanted to steal the deal from this loser, but after being messed with by himself, he obediently withdrew.

Half of the shares will be divided among Shanghai City, Du Laozhi, and Zhonghua City, and the other half will go entirely to Longgong.

These three hundred people would be exhausted just from testing the horses; there's no need to put a time bomb next to their pillows.

"Someone come and tie this gossipy old woman up and take her to the slaughterhouse."

"Brother Bing, Lao Ding will definitely praise you for being efficient this time."

In the dead of night, Ma Wangjian certainly wouldn't deliver goods specifically to Shenxianjin; he was in the brothel business and only made money at night.

Lazy Ice nodded, indicating that it was okay, and had someone carry the old hag into the car.

Bound hand and foot, Mitt gave a bitter smile. Handsome Sheng had indeed kept his promise and spared his life, not taking any action in the abandoned factory.

But the person who intercepted us on the road was notified by this bastard!
There are many advantages to doing this: you don't break your promise, and you can eliminate future troubles.

Mitt was blindfolded and gagged, then loaded into a van, where he was sure to face the most brutal interrogation.

You're done!

Lazy Ice greeted Ma Wangjian, asking him to deal with that unlucky bastard, then got into his car and left.

Watching Lazy Ice drive away in his van, Ma Wangjian yawned, told his henchmen to dispose of Bonnie's body, and then drove back to Hong Kong.

"Welcome to today's Morning News Report."

"I am the host, He Juhua. Today, I would like to introduce to you the beautiful lady sitting next to me, Anite Yip, Ms. Ye Yayuan."

"From now on, Ms. Ye and I will be the ones to introduce the major and minor events in Hong Kong to everyone in the morning program."

"Hello everyone, I'm Anite Yip, Ye Yayuan! It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"Today is March 30, 1979, the Shangsi Festival. Everyone can go out for a spring outing."

"Last night."

The morning news was playing on TV. Bald Eagle sat in a chair, drinking his morning tea, and absentmindedly looked out the door.

The raw materials have been in my hands for almost a week now, and I'm on tenterhooks every day, but I haven't received any new information.

These raw materials are like time bombs; the longer they're left, the more problems they'll cause. We need to get rid of them as soon as possible.

"It's better for the poor monk to die than for the bald monk to die; I can't put this blame on myself."

Handsome guy won this fall, he's not worried at all!
"Uncle Eagle, here are the chicken feet you ordered!"

"Someone just asked me to deliver a message to you!"

The waiter placed the chicken feet that Bald Eagle had ordered on the table, then, with his back to the door, placed a note in front of Bald Eagle. Bald Eagle was taken aback for a moment, but quickly understood, nodding nonchalantly to indicate that he knew.

The waiter pushed the cart away from Bald Eagle and continued selling tea and snacks.

Bald Eagle grabbed the note from the table, stuffed it into his pocket, and continued drinking his tea and eating the tender, fall-off-the-bone chicken feet.

Outside the teahouse, a taxi driver, Big Donkey, was observing the bald eagle's every move through binoculars.

"Damn it! When you get old, you should go to the park and practice Tai Chi. Don't come out here messing around and make us all suffer."

The man in the driver's seat, nicknamed "Alarm Clock," pressed down on the sign to indicate that there was a customer, while muttering complaints.

"Isn't it good to go to bed early and get up early? If you want to get up late, then quit your job. I guarantee you can sleep until you naturally wake up, and then your whole family will starve."

"Be more serious about your work! Being a police officer for years is useless; there are plenty of people who have been in the force for thirty years."

"You're retiring without even a service medal, and your monthly salary for duty is only a little over a hundred yuan. Do you really want to get 200,000 yuan in a lump sum after retirement?"

Two hundred thousand! That's not even enough to live on air!

The big donkey put down his binoculars, picked up the newspaper from his lap, and threw it at the head of the alarm clock, trying to make the idiot behave a little.

Alarm Clock took the newspaper off his head and placed it on the passenger seat, saying helplessly, "I'm a notorious loser; only you, Donkey Boss, are willing to take me on missions."

"No cases, no commendations, and the reports are full of slander against me. How could I possibly get promoted!"

"defamation?"

"If you say one more word, I'll go and get your files for you to see."

The big donkey was stunned by the alarm clock's words; he had never seen such a shameless person.

Alarm clocks are a nuisance to everyone. They can cause big troubles but also bring endless minor problems. The most outrageous thing is joking with my foreign female boss in a report and mocking her Australian heritage.

Despite causing such a huge mess, the alarm clock is still in the Criminal Intelligence Department; the Human Resources Department is indeed very lenient.

“I just made a mistake that all men make. My bosses should forgive me and give me a chance instead of suppressing me for five years.”

The alarm clock knew it had gone too far, but it still stubbornly tried to defend itself.

"No connections, no one to bail me out, and I've only waited five years!"

"You good-for-nothing, you should go check if your ancestral graves are emitting any auspicious smoke! You don't know your place."

"This time, I'm telling you not to mess things up with Bald Eagle. This is your chance to turn things around, you salted fish."

"Has the Bald Eagle come up with any new tricks lately?"

The Criminal Intelligence Division was short-staffed, so Big Donkey had no choice but to send Alarm Clock to do the work.

This guy has a loose tongue, but he's actually quite capable and has experience dealing with people.

"The bald eagle has been playing mahjong, listening to operas, and going to the horse stable for fun lately."

"But something's not right. The batteries that used to appear every few days, Daye, haven't appeared for the past week."

The alarm clock voiced its doubts, looking at the big, clumsy donkey on the back seat.

"drive!"

“If a taxi driver picks up a passenger and doesn’t leave, it will definitely arouse suspicion.”

The big donkey told the alarm clock to drive and not to linger in the teahouse, and to have another group of waiters follow.

"Roger that!"

The alarm clock gave a military salute, started the taxi, and began to drive in circles.

"The battery is missing. It disappeared from the Dragon Palace Nightclub and hasn't been seen on the streets since."

"There's definitely something fishy going on here!"

Big Donkey was also helpless. Last time the operation failed, they were all scolded severely.

The Criminal Intelligence Division had mobilized all its inside contacts, but they hadn't found a single clue.

The big donkey sensed something was wrong and immediately stopped the intelligence gathering. With so many people involved, there were bound to be conflicting opinions, and not all of the informants were necessarily reliable. If the secret were leaked, everyone would have worked for nothing.

"The battery supplier is probably holding onto the goods. Judging from the bald eagle's cunning, he must have gotten the goods."

"No news has come out from the Ghost Child?"

The alarm clock immediately grasped the key to the problem: the battery was submerged, which proved that Bald Eagle had already received the goods.

"No news has come out. This is a critical moment, and I dare not contact her first."

We've been following them for almost two weeks and haven't heard a single thing. The only accurate intelligence we had was a complete failure on the part of the task force. What a joke!
The big donkey pulled out a crumpled cigarette case, put one in his mouth, and tried to perk himself up.

"No intelligence! Following them 24/7 is completely useless."

"Donkey buddy, you're an old hand, show me some tricks!"

Alarm Clock didn't want to give up his last chance to turn things around, but he was powerless and had no say in anything, whether in the Criminal Intelligence Department or the Special Task Force.

The police stations are becoming more and more standardized, and the procedures are becoming more and more complete. Compared with five years ago, they are completely different.

The big donkey knew what the alarm clock meant, but he hadn't made up his mind yet, so he could only continue looking at the scenery outside the car without saying a word.

Alarm Clock drove around the teahouse where Bald Eagle had his morning tea twice, dropped the person off at the entrance of a small alley, and then continued to work as a taxi driver.

(End of this chapter)