Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 769, Section 359: Teaching those greenhorns a lesson (Seeking monthly votes)
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But it was too late. As soon as she unplugged it, the computer screen went black, leaving only a red skull icon flashing.

Awen shrank back in fright, her voice becoming thin: "Boss... my screen went black too... it seems the enemy can even find our offline devices..."

"Insane! Are these people even hackers? They're monsters!"

Steve took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then pulled out a device from his pocket and inserted it into the floppy drive, saying quickly, "Hurry up."

"This is a mirror system, which contains the startup software that I backed up before. It will solve everything in one go."

Ah Jie quickly pulled the keyboard in front of him and used the shortcut keys to start the system on the floppy disk.

But fate had other plans. Just as it was starting up, a dialog box suddenly popped up on the screen, which read in Cantonese: "You bastard! You want to mess with me? You want to die?"

Steve, standing behind Ajax, was so angry when he saw this that he crushed the Coca-Cola can in his hand.

"Damn it! How dare he brag to my face? He's courting death!"

However, this message came from the previous radio wave, so even if Steve wanted to retaliate, he had no chance whatsoever.

I started camping out on the servers at Oak International Wharf last month. I waited for a whole month before I finally found an opportunity to install the signal transmitter on the servers.

I chose an auspicious day from the Chinese almanac, but I didn't expect that as soon as I made my move, someone would try to sabotage me.

A-Jie tugged at Steve's sleeve and whispered, "Boss...why don't we retreat first?"

"I think their skills are really strong. If we go head-to-head, we might not even get a single point..."

Are you still half asleep?

"If you're still half asleep and your brain's malfunctioning, go wash your face!"

Steve glared at Ajay, "In our line of work, the most important thing is 'territory'!"

"This is our first mission. If we mess it up on our first try, who will dare to cooperate with us in the future?"

"Are we supposed to go back and teach those crazy housewives?"

Just then, Awen suddenly shouted, "Boss! They've started attacking our system floppy disk! The memory inside will soon be insufficient!"

"Data being copied infinitely will still damage the magnetic strip, and the data being received will become garbled!"

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"Damn it! How dare you resort to dirty tricks!"

A fierce glint flashed in Steve's eyes. He ripped the coaxial cable from the signal receiver on the table and slammed the receiver to the ground.

The signal receiver hit the ground with a loud thud, and its metal casing shattered into pieces.

"We're not playing with them this time! Ah Jie, cut off all connections and release the shredder! Even if we don't get the data, we won't let the other side get away with it!"

Steve acted decisively, issuing an order to go all out and wipe out all the data in the OKO International Terminal database.

The Shredder Virus is a proprietary formula developed by Steve that can destroy all data within an hour.

Ah Jie hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the shortcut start button for the shredder virus. However, an error message popped up on the screen.

The program has been tampered with and cannot be started.

Seeing this, A-Jie's face turned deathly pale: "Boss... the shredder virus has been modified by the rivals... we can't even destroy the data now..."

"Pfft, Mother! Just who are these people?"

Steve plopped down in his chair, staring at the prompts that kept appearing on the screen, and muttered to himself.

Suddenly remembering something, Ah Wen quickly said, "Boss, I heard someone say the day before yesterday that Ghost, the hacker ranked number one on Hong Kong's red list, has been making moves recently."

"Could it be this idiot?"

"And those losers from the Ghost Group are also looking for data. Could it be that their goal is the same as ours?"

Upon hearing Wen's information, Steven immediately reacted and exclaimed, "Damn it! If the Ghost Group falls, we have no chance of winning!"

Steve's fingertips still had Coca-Cola residue on them, but the sudden red warning on the screen made him clench his fists instantly.

"Is the port locked?"

He gritted his teeth, shoved A-Jie aside, and kept typing on the keyboard, trying to trace the enemy's signal transmitter.

However, the radio wave address that popped up on the terminal was like a venomous snake. The other party not only cracked his firewall, but also followed the radio wave to find the location of the temporary server room.

"Destroy! Destroy them all!"

He ripped off the metal keyboard in front of him and slammed it hard against the floppy drive next to the computer.

The clanging of metal was particularly jarring inside the metal van, and sparks flew onto his jeans, but he didn't bother to brush them off.

He frantically removed the floppy drive and shoved it into A-Jie's hand. "A-Jie, let's go now. Go around the overpass from the back door. Don't worry about me."

Ah Jie's hands were trembling, but he didn't ask any questions. He grabbed the floppy drive, jumped off the car, and rushed toward the motorcycle parked on the side of the road.

As the engine roared to life, Steve glanced at the screen one last time.

The red signal dot on the screen is getting closer and closer.

He unplugged the power cord from the main unit, quickly shutting it down. The screen went completely black instantly, and he pounded hard on the metal of the truck.

The driver in the cab sensed the movement in the back of the truck and quickly opened the window, looking at Steve with a puzzled expression.

"go!"

Steve saw that his companions had already closed the truck door, so he shouted loudly at the truck driver.

Upon hearing the instruction, the driver snapped out of his daze, immediately started the truck, jerked the steering wheel, and sped off, leaving Tsing Yi and returning to Hong Kong.

Sensing the truck moving forward, Steve sat on the ground, leaning against the cold metal, and pulled out the signal jammer hidden in his boot, pressing the switch the instant it was activated.

Hiding in the woods, Chi Mengli memorized the license plate number of the fleeing truck.

But what puzzled him most was why the thugs inside the truck were so panicked.
When he turned his head and saw Slang Quzhen standing to the side, he noticed that the gossipy woman was sneering and immediately guessed the answer.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Chi Mengli disliked relying on guesswork when faced with problems; he preferred to be straightforward, so he voiced his doubts.

"These scoundrels come out to make a living, and they don't follow any rules at all!"

"For their own safety, they actually planted a hidden hook in the firewall. If I weren't so clever, I would definitely have fallen for it."

Looking at the taillights of the truck, Silang Quzhen sneered. These young lads didn't understand any of the rules of the underworld; they must be a bunch of bespectacled thugs trying to make extra money.

As a senior figure in the underworld, I must teach these young upstarts a lesson.

The world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts are unpredictable!
It's truly pathetic and lamentable that these young people, just about to start their own businesses, were outsmarted by seasoned hackers!

Chi Mengli threw her cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it into the dirt, and shook her head regretfully. Silang Quzhen yawned; she had placed messages and a data virus in the data, which should keep these losers busy for a few days.

These losers certainly won't cause trouble until I've sorted out the servers at Oak International Port.

"At 4:10 a.m., we'll be back on Kowloon Island just in time for dim sum!"

"Lu Yu Tea House?"

Chi Mengli brushed the dew off her clothes and walked out of the woods. After a whole night of fussing, it was already dawn. She decided to have some morning tea to fill her stomach before going back to sleep.

"Lu Yu Tea House is famous and has a wide variety of dishes, but the taste is just average."

Slang Quzhen shook her head, her expression one of utter disgust, and then looked down at her IBM uniform.

With this kind of attire, they can only eat at tea restaurants. The waiters at Lu Yu Tea House look down on them and won't let them in at all.

"I know there's a well-established teahouse in Repulse Bay that serves chicken feet in black bean sauce and steamed spare ribs for only eight women's heads."

"What a great deal!"

"Rice noodle rolls are also a great deal, only requiring four women's heads."

"Boss, you booked my time. Although I can only get 50% from my father, this is my first time working as a prostitute, so I'm still very grateful to you."

"This meal is on me, thank you for choosing me!"

Silang Quzhen was genuinely grateful to Chi Mengli and sincerely wanted to invite him to have morning tea.

But the more Chi Mengli listened to these words, the more awkward she felt. It was four in the morning, and even the Dragon Palace Nightclub should have closed for the night.

Released!

Click me!

钟！
These commonly used terms in the entertainment industry quickly created an awkward situation.

Chi Mengli, who was usually eloquent, opened her mouth but felt that anything she said would be inappropriate, so she took out her cigarette case and silently lit another cigarette for herself.

The two silently returned to the car. Chi Mengli gave the driver's seat to Silang Quzhen and sat in the passenger seat herself, to try the teahouse approved by this outspoken gossip.

"Drip drip"

"Now we are announcing the time: 5:00 AM Hong Kong time."

The radio emitted a notification tone, waking Daye from his sleep. He wiped his mouth to clean the drool.

He quickly sat up straight, released the handbrake, and put on his jacket. The sea breeze blew in, and the sea fog made it a bit cold.

When the time came, before stepping on the gas, Daye honked the horn and turned on the headlights to remind the idiots around him that he was about to start the car.

After waiting a second and seeing that there was no one directly in front of him, he turned the steering wheel and drove towards the warehouse area.

The port area is very busy in the morning, with container trucks driving into the Oak International Terminal one after another.

The containers pulling the truck were all full of goods, destined for Los Angeles and the port of Felixstowe, where Zu's family lived.

There were also many empty trucks entering the warehouse area. They were all there to pick up containers and transport the goods to various company freight stations.

Da Ye would turn the steering wheel and drive for twenty or thirty meters before having to brake, getting stuck in traffic for a few minutes, then crawling another twenty or thirty meters before stopping again.

After half an hour of stopping and starting, the truck finally drove into the warehouse area.

Da Ye stuck his head out of the window and looked through the thick sea fog at the roadside sign. He then pulled a folded receipt from inside his jacket.

A week ago, Bald Eagle reserved a warehouse under the guise of having a mistress.

The receipt in Daye's hand is the warehouse pass.

After a great deal of effort, he finally saw the sign and drove there according to its directions.

The warehouse area at Oak International Terminal is very large, and the warehouse doors are all open. Daye drove the truck to the unloading platform.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

A scruffy-bearded worker from Oak International Terminal, holding a whiteboard, walked up to the truck, knocked on the truck door with the whiteboard, and said loudly.

"I need to store the goods!"

Da Ye took out his cigarette case and offered a Red Wan cigarette to the staff member at Oak International Terminal. After politely lighting it, the staff member blew a smoke ring and explained his purpose.

"Sure! Do you have a receipt? If not, we can release the goods first and issue one later!"

A dock worker with a cigarette in his mouth looked at the whiteboard in his hand and found that there were many empty warehouses now.

Boarding first, then buying a ticket – this happens frequently. Private companies, as long as they can make money, don't have many rules or regulations.

Why wasn't there a receipt?!

Daye handed the receipt to the dock worker and flicked his cigarette ash.

"here!"

"Warehouse No. 57!"

The dock workers marked a checkmark on the form on the whiteboard, indicating the direction for Daye.

"We're quite busy right now, and the crane will take two hours to arrive. You can drive your truck directly into the cargo area; there's a small crane there that can handle it for you."

"I just don't know how good your driving skills are?"

"If you're not skilled enough, you can wait outside and let the gantry crane handle it."

The dock workers offered two suggestions: since the space inside the cargo hold was relatively narrow and it was difficult to turn around, if Daye had enough time, he should wait outside.

At this moment, Daye was also yawning constantly. He had stayed up all night and was also a little exhausted. He decisively chose to drive the truck into the warehouse.

The overhead rail crane inside the warehouse is very easy to operate. As long as the four corners are secured, the container can be lifted without the need for a professional crane operator.

With the help and guidance of the dock workers, Daye backed the truck into cargo bay number 57. After several adjustments, he finally managed to back the truck onto the unloading platform.

Daye released the handbrake, but did not turn off the car. Instead, he jumped out of the car and followed the dock workers to fix the four iron hooks to the shipping container.

The dock worker checked again to make sure the container doors were properly secured. Once everything was ready, he picked up his walkie-talkie and called over a crane operator who was not currently working.

After entering the warehouse, the crane operator carefully inspected everything. Seeing that everything was in compliance with regulations, he went up the stairs to the crane control room.

Da Ye and his companion quickly retreated behind the safety line. Only then did the operator in the crane control room start the crane and slowly lift the container.

The container truck left the truck and slowly floated to the marked open space to the side. The operator kept an eye on the distance and only slowly lowered it after confirming that the distance was just right.

(End of this chapter)