Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 781, Section 371: Turbulent Times at the Dock

(Thanks to Yongning and Sen for their support, thank you Sen!)

Just then, Slug suddenly noticed that the Fiat in the rearview mirror had moved.

It suddenly accelerated and cut diagonally from the right lane, leaving less than a meter behind his car.

Snotty felt a jolt of fear. This was no coincidence; Toyota and Fiat were in cahoots, one in front and one behind, trying to trap him in the middle.

Is this an open game?
There was no cargo on the truck, but there were tools. All the files on everyone's heads were in the archives of the munitions factory. The files combined could fill an entire conference room.

Once their face is exposed and they're handcuffed, they'll never be able to leave the ancestral hall for the rest of their lives.

Thinking of this, Snotty suddenly turned on his right turn signal and stepped on the gas pedal.

The Range Rover's engine roared, and the tachometer needle jumped to 4,000 rpm in an instant.

The car lurched forward, squeezing into the gap between the Toyota van and the right-side guardrail.

The Fiat behind clearly hadn't expected the slug to suddenly accelerate, and the criminal intelligence officer in the driver's seat quickly followed, hurriedly turning the steering wheel to the left.

The front of the car grazed the slug's right rearview mirror and crashed into the guardrail with a loud bang. The rearview mirror housing fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

"Fuck!"

The criminal intelligence team member in the Fiat couldn't help but curse aloud; the curses were so loud they drifted out of the car window.

The snotty guy sitting in the Range Rover could clearly hear it. If it were any other time, he would have gotten out of the car and taught this foul-mouthed bastard a lesson.

But he had important business to attend to today, and he knew the thug in the Fiat was a cop, so he didn't turn around, keeping his eyes fixed on the Toyota van in front of him.

Seeing him rush past, the van accelerated and blocked the middle lane, preventing him from overtaking on the left.

Traffic on West Kowloon Highway gradually thickened. A black Mercedes was overtaking another vehicle in the left lane, while the right lane was guardrail.

Fifty meters ahead is the entrance to Qingli Bridge, which only has four lanes in both directions, making it even harder to get away.

"Everyone, buckle up!"

After saying that, Slug took a deep breath, gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, and shifted gears with his right.

The engine roared even louder, and the car slithered through the traffic like an eel, weaving left and right.

He first turned the steering wheel to the left, causing the Toyota to veer to the left as well. Then he suddenly straightened the steering wheel, pressed the clutch, and shifted into first gear.

The car suddenly lurched forward, squeezing through the gap between the Toyota and a blue truck in front of it.

The criminal intelligence officer in the Toyota van was a beat too slow to react. By the time he tried to catch up, the truck had already moved forward and blocked his path.

Slug saw the Toyota's brake lights come on in the rearview mirror and breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that the Fiat had caught up with him again.

The car that hit the guardrail just now only scraped off the rearview mirror and didn't damage the engine. Now it's accelerating wildly from the right lane, and the front of the car is almost level with the rear of his car.

"Damn it, you're pretty tough!" Snotty spit the cigarette he was holding out of his mouth out the window.

The entrance to Qingli Bridge is right in front of you. There are guardrails on both sides of the bridge, but no median strip in the middle. Once you get on the bridge, you can only maneuver between the two lanes.

He suddenly turned on his left turn signal, pretending to change lanes to the left. The Fiat followed suit and veered to the left, trying to block his path.

Just as the Fiat's front end crossed the center line, the slug suddenly turned the steering wheel to the right and slammed on the brakes.

The Honda minivan's brake discs emitted a screeching "squeak," and the tires left two black marks on the ground.

The car body suddenly swerved sideways, blocking the Fiat's path.

The criminal intelligence officer in the Fiat was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes, causing the wheels to lock up. The car slid half a meter across the road before its front end crashed heavily into the Honda's left rear door.

"boom"

A muffled thud came from behind the Range Rover, and Snotty felt the car shake.

He looked in the left rearview mirror and found that the Fiat's front bumper had fallen off and the license plate was crooked.

Before the Fiat driver could react, the slug shifted into reverse, stepped on the gas, and reversed two meters, pushing the roof of the car behind it back one meter.

Then, he quickly shifted back into drive, turned the steering wheel to the right, and sped through the gap between the Fiat and the guardrail, heading straight for Qingli Bridge.

As he was getting onto the bridge, he glanced in his rearview mirror and saw that the Fiat was still adjusting its direction, while the Toyota was blocked at the bridge entrance by the traffic behind it and could no longer be seen.

But he knew that the cops wouldn't be so easy to shake off.

The bridge deck of Tsing Lai Bridge is curved. When traveling from West Kowloon Highway towards Tsing Yi, you need to go through three bends.

Each curve is quite sharp, and the bridge is narrow with heavy traffic. Once overtaken, there's no room to dodge.

His hands, gripping the steering wheel, began to sweat; his palms clung to the slippery leather steering wheel.

Just after the first bend, the Fiat appeared in the rearview mirror.

The Fiat had lost its front bumper and looked quite disheveled, yet it drove even faster, its engine roaring so loudly you could hear it through the wind.

Slug gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator. The Range Rover's tachometer jumped to 5,000 RPM, and the speed instantly exceeded 120 km/h.

The car body drew an arc on the curve, and the acrid smell of tires rubbing against the ground wafted into the car window.

This is already the maximum power this V8 engine can provide; even in Hong Kong, the Range Rover is a horsepower beast. Only the Ferraris and Porsches in the hands of the wealthy can rival it.

Car repairs are expensive in Hong Kong, so police officers mostly use Toyotas and Hondas for their official vehicles because parts are cheap and repair costs are low.

After speeding up, it quickly left the Fiat and Toyota van behind it far behind.

The second bend is sharper; it's a right turn.

The slug downshifts in advance, and while turning the steering wheel, the right foot quickly switches between the accelerator and brake.

Because most gangsters started out as parking attendants, their driving skills were generally quite good.

The reason why Slug was able to join Gold and become the gold medal leader was because of his exceptional driving skills.

Even now, when people go to the underground racetrack in Mong Kok, they still remember the name of "Mong Kok Speed ​​King, Snotty".

Japan's racing culture entered Hong Kong in the early 1970s, starting with motorcycle racing, and later modifying cars and racing.

Japanese racing techniques were also introduced to Hong Kong along with the underground racing culture. When Naughton was still racing in Mong Kok, he had already developed the skill of light braking and cornering.

This technique is very practical, as it can maintain vehicle speed while keeping the vehicle stable.

The Fiat followed behind, clearly not having mastered this technique.

The car was going too fast while cornering, and the body slid to the left, almost hitting the guardrail, increasing the distance between us and the Range Rover by ten meters.

Just then, a water truck appeared on the bridge ahead.

The water truck was driving very slowly, its body occupying the entire right lane, and the water jets sprayed onto the road, creating a slippery area.

On a sudden impulse, the slug turned the steering wheel to the right lane. The wheels hit the slippery road surface, and the car veered to the left for a moment.

The Fiat following behind thought he was going to overtake, so it also veered to the right lane.

As soon as the wheels hit the water, they lost traction, and the vehicle veered sharply to the right, crashing into the rear of the water truck with a loud bang.

The water truck driver was startled and quickly stopped the car. He stuck his head out to check the situation and saw that the front of the Fiat was deformed and the hood was sticking up.

The water truck driver quickly got out of the vehicle to check on the poor guys in the Fiat.

The slug glanced in the rearview mirror, didn't slow down, and continued speeding forward.

He knew that Toyota might still be behind, and the industrial area near Tsing Yi Pier had more complicated paths, so he couldn't let his guard down.

After crossing Qingli Bridge, you enter Qingyi West Road. The road widens, but the traffic becomes denser, consisting entirely of trucks heading towards the dock.

Slug slowed down to 80 mph and weaved between trucks, deliberately driving in the lane with more trucks.

By using the truck's large size to block the view from behind, if the Toyota van were still following, it would definitely be blocked by the truck and unable to find its position.

After driving for about two kilometers, Snotty looked in the rearview mirror again but did not see any familiar vehicles.

But he didn't let his guard down and only slowed down when he reached a small road in the industrial area near the Tsing Yi pier.

The road is very narrow, only wide enough for two cars to pass side by side. There are many containers piled up on the side of the road, and forklifts are working back and forth.

Slug parked the car on the grass, jumped out, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no other cars were following him.

Sitting in the back row, Chi Mengli put down her newspaper and mentally gave a thumbs-up to the snotty-nosed girl.

"Uncle Jin, when you go out, the cops are following you. They'll start filming a huge drama right there on the street, making such a big spectacle that it'll scare the neighbors!"

"I truly admire you!"

Chi Mengli, being the one to accuse others first, directly pointed the finger at Biao Jin.

At this moment, Biao Jin was indeed confused as to whether the tail behind him was with him or with Liangzai Sheng, so he couldn't lash out and could only let out a cold laugh.

The note behind you indicates that this transaction is not safe.

Biao Jin was starting to have second thoughts. He glanced at the slug outside the car and saw that the slug was shaking its head, indicating that no one was following behind it. Only then did he feel a little relieved.

He understood the principle that delay could lead to unforeseen consequences.

"This deal has already caused quite a stir in the city. There's no reason to keep dragging it out. It would be surprising if the gangsters knew about it but the cops didn't."

"These are all minor issues, don't worry."

"But Ah Sheng, we've arrived in Qingyi now, where do we go next?"

Having made up his mind, Biao Jin decided to continue trading. He looked at the handsome Sheng sitting next to him and asked where the final transaction would take place.

“Auk International Terminal”.

After Chi Mengli finished speaking, she took out her cigarette case, put it in her mouth, lit one, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The location remained the same. Biao Jin smiled genuinely, then rolled down the car window and said to the slug standing on the ground, "Change cars, go to Oak International Wharf."

Even with his bruised and swollen face, the snotty-nosed man managed an ugly smile. He quickly opened the car door, got in, started the SUV, and drove towards the Oak International Wharf.

(End of this chapter)