Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 722, Section 312: Speed ​​Up! Speed ​​Up! (Seeking monthly votes!)
"One stack per person, everyone gets a share."

The jerk handed out stacks of gold bulls to his assistants and operators, telling them to focus on their work.

The operators, now fully motivated, began taking trays of the phoenixes that had solidified into glass plates from the temperature-controlled chamber and bringing them to the shredder.

The phoenixes on the table were all thrown into the grinder and crushed into red powder.

The other end of the crusher is connected to the filling machine, and the Phoenix enters the filling machine via a conveyor belt.

After one rotation in the filling machine, the contents will enter the oil paper bag printed with the desiccant instructions.

Soon, thousands upon thousands of desiccants appeared in the operators' view.

Ten grams of desiccant are dropped into a basket. Once the basket is full, the operator puts it on a trolley and pushes it to the mooncake factory on the same floor.

When the new desiccant arrived, Professor J's henchman, who was in charge of managing the mooncake factory, instructed the workers to replace the desiccant and put three desiccants in each box.

The night shift workers obediently followed the boss's instructions. Jobs are hard to find these days, but this mooncake factory pays well, and they even get red envelopes during holidays.

Bags of Phoenix mooncakes were sealed into mooncake boxes, and these mooncakes were then sent to a special warehouse.

The factory was bustling with activity, but Ninth Sister and Professor J were passionately kissing in the elevator.

Bai He, standing in front of the elevator, was already used to it. Everyone was young and energetic, so it was normal for them not to be able to resist.

"Ding-dong..."

The elevator arrived at the first floor, and an announcement sounded.

The Ninth Sister and Professor J reluctantly parted ways, wiping the saliva from each other's mouths before walking out of the elevator arm in arm.

Baihe followed the two of them out of the Shenwei Building and into a van parked on the side of the road.

Chi Mengli, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, watched as Ninth Sister and Professor J got into the car without uttering a sound.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Spinach Dong took a Polaroid camera and took pictures of the Shenwei Building, as well as Jiu Guniang and Professor J.

"I lost it!"

"Professor J's pork factory is actually in Sham Shui Po, that's incredibly audacious!"

Spinach Dong took the photo in his hand and shook it a few times, trying to speed up the process of the developing solution to cover the entire photo.

"The truly wise live in the city, while the lesser wise live in the countryside."

“When pork is processed, yellow smoke is produced, and even the most high-end exhaust fans and air purifiers have a hard time controlling it.”

"As soon as it starts smoking, the narcotics officers will be at the door within two days."

These converted industrial buildings typically discharge smoke into the sewer system.

Even if the Narcotics Investigation Bureau and the Anti-Triad Unit passed by the Shenwei Building, they wouldn't notice anything amiss.

These days, fans are getting more and more creative in what they do.

"Brother Sheng, take a look, is it clear enough?"

Spinach Dong handed the photos he had taken to the big boss in the driver's seat.

Chi Mengli took the photo and looked at it carefully. "That idiot Spinach Dong, his photography skills are really top-notch these days, very reliable."

The figures of Ninth Sister, Professor J, and White Crane were all captured in the photo.

"Excellent! You deserve an A based solely on your photography skills."

"Is everything arranged?"

Chi Mengli threw the photo at Bo Cai Dong, telling the scoundrel to keep it safe and give it to Jasmine.

Jasmine has left the Hong Sheng Bird Hall and donated a sum of money to the University of Hong Kong through a single-strand knot, arranging a place for Jasmine to continue her studies.

Without a university degree, even if this gossipy woman performs extraordinary deeds, she won't go far.

The road has been paved; how far we can go depends on the fate of that gossipy old woman, Jasmine.

"It's all arranged!"

“Fat Sha from the East Kowloon Narcotics Squad, we’re old neighbors. This guy signed a contract with the 'Lian' name on it, and with the interest compounding, it’s now worth 200,000.”

"This damn gambler thinks he can get away with reneging on his debts just because he was one of the Four Great Detectives and had a lion's nose."

"As long as you meet Bai He a few times, have a cigarette, and chat for a bit, you can get all the loan shark fees waived. Of course, this gambling addict would be willing."

Spinach Dong smiled smugly, indicating that he had everything arranged.

Someone needed to step forward and take the blame. After much thought, Chi Mengli concluded that Ninth Sister and Professor J were the most suitable candidates.

Since the loser has already made his choice, let's proceed immediately; otherwise, things might change.

"Let's go! Let's go eat at a street food stall. These two gossipy old women grinding tofu are no fun to watch!"

Having confirmed the location of Professor J's factory, Chi Mengli didn't linger and prepared to find a street food stall to eat seafood.

The women's street, bathed in sunlight, was still bustling with people. A beautiful woman with a South Asian style, wearing a headscarf, walked quickly along the sidewalk, shielding her eyes with her hand.

South Asians are not conspicuous on Ladies' Street. She quickly crossed the sidewalk and went into a clothing store.

The clothing store owner was busy doing accounts when he heard the doorbell ring and blurted out, "Welcome!"

But when he looked up and saw that it was a South Asian woman, he immediately shut his mouth and pointed to the changing room.

The South Asian woman untied her headscarf, nodded to the clothing store owner, and quickly walked into the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room, there was a bag. The woman quickly took off her clothes, took out a red wig from the bag, and put it on her head.

The clothes in the bag are all in the most popular fashion styles among Hong Kong girls right now: bold, hot, and sexy.

The South Asian woman quickly changed her clothes, took out cosmetics from her bag, and began applying makeup.

Avant-garde smoky eye makeup appeared on the face of a South Asian woman in less than three minutes.

Having taken care of everything, the South Asian woman folded all her clothes and put them in a bag before leaving the dressing room.

The clothing store owner was still busy calculating accounts, but when the South Asian woman walked up to him, he opened the cabinet in his desk and took out a leather shoulder bag.

The South Asian woman opened her backpack, checked the contents, slung it over her shoulder, and turned to leave the clothing store.

A motorcycle was parked outside the clothing store.

The man on the motorcycle smiled when he saw the South Asian woman with smoky makeup come out and handed her a helmet that he had prepared beforehand.

Seeing her partner mocking her smoky eye makeup, the South Asian woman returned the gesture with a universally recognized friendly hand gesture.

Once on the motorcycle, the South Asian woman put on a helmet and sunglasses, then patted the man in front of her to indicate that it was ready to start.

The man twisted the accelerator, shifted gears, and sped forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The motorcycle drove for ten minutes before finally arriving at Sha Tau Kok and stopping at the tunnel entrance.

This tunnel is not long, only 500 meters long, and it is the only way to travel between the two sides of the border river.

The South Asian woman with smoky eye makeup kept looking around until she saw a truck appear, at which point a smile appeared on her face.

【CD5123】

This is the target vehicle.

Watching the truck enter the tunnel, the South Asian woman quickly patted her companion, signaling the idiot to speed up and follow.

The man twisted the throttle to its limit, and the motorcycle accelerated forward, its front end lifting up, quickly catching up with the truck in front.

The South Asian woman opened her leather backpack, took out a large disc, and then tapped the helmet with her hand, signaling the man to move closer to the truck.

A motorcycle traveling at high speed is at risk of serious injury if it makes even the slightest mistake.

However, judging from the man's skillful handling, he was a pro at riding motorcycles.

He skillfully maneuvered the motorcycle to the closest possible position so that it wouldn't be sucked in by the airflow, and then began to slow down.

The slowdown gave the South Asian woman an opportunity; she reached out and threw the large disc onto the truck bed.

Seeing that the large disc was firmly attached to the carriage, the South Asian woman tapped the man's helmet again, signaling her accomplice to leave quickly.

Upon receiving the instruction, the man twisted the accelerator to the floor again, leaving the tunnel at top speed.

This is the latest magnetic bomb developed by Mossad, which can be activated remotely or with a delay.

The South Asian woman took a remote control out of her backpack, pressed the delayed start button, and ordered the man to continue accelerating.

The driver, focused on driving, saw a motorcycle drive past him at a very high speed and shook his head helplessly.

"If you want to die quickly, just ride me and kick me twice!"

The driver muttered something to himself and continued driving. This shipment was very expensive and had a time limit, so he had to deliver it as soon as possible or he would lose money.

"boom"

The driver, who was trying to accelerate, suddenly heard a loud bang, and then the truck went out of control and began to spin in the tunnel.

The driver, who was not wearing a seatbelt, was thrown directly onto the windshield, causing it to crack.

The truck lost control and began to veer wildly due to inertia, overturning three or four vehicles before finally coming to a stop.

The truck's cargo compartment was blasted open, and countless plumes of red smoke were scattered across the tunnel road.

The affected drivers all got out of their vehicles and observed the situation of the trucks. When they saw red smoke everywhere, they frantically grabbed what they could.

Twenty yuan a box, two hundred yuan a carton. No need to rush to buy more; just grab eight or nine cartons, and that'll be enough for two or three months.

Upon receiving the message, traffic police quickly blocked the tunnel's entrance and exit, fearing another traffic accident might occur.

But when the traffic police saw the red cigarettes being frantically snatched, they realized that things were getting serious.

(End of this chapter)