Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 783, Section 373: An Opportunity Amidst Tumultuous Changes

The man in the jacket nodded, took the settlement money given to him by Professor J, and left the laboratory.

Professor J sat in his chair, looking at the mess in the laboratory, and had lost all interest in the work.

He slapped the armrest of the chair, stood up, walked to the window, and admired the street view he had been watching for months.

This time it's really time to leave Hong Kong. Although this time it's only for ten years, the boss raised the three of them here in Kowloon Walled City.

It was also in Hong Kong that he met his godfather. The four of them wrote down red invitations, burned them to the God of Heaven, and one of them kowtowed to the ground, thus becoming the godfather.

The difference between godchild and godbrother is only one character, but after burning the red paper money, the godchild has to risk his life for his godfather and fight for the world, while the godfather also has to give his godchild a way to make money.

Once today is over, everything will be over!

The rights and wrongs of Hong Kong are completely irrelevant to me!

The trash who arrived at the underground parking lot had no idea that her fourth young lady had such a melancholic side, and even if she did, she wouldn't offer to comfort her.

The noodle stalls run a filthy, unethical business; having a child born without an anus is the least of their punishments.

The air in the underground parking lot felt like stale, rotten cotton, making one's chest feel tight.

Half a plastic bag was stuck in the fan blades of the vent, making a "creaking" sound as it turned.

The smell was a mixture of swill from the drain in the corner and the lingering smell of chili oil from the truck engine.

The henchmen around me were all unhygienic, their bodies reeking of unwashed sweat.

Laji quickly pulled out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose. Although she was already a seasoned fellow Daoist, her sense of smell had not completely deteriorated, and she could smell this strange odor.

Most of the overhead lights were broken, with only three still lit. One of them was covered in a layer of ash, and light filtered through the ash.

It cast a long, blurry shadow on the ground, like someone lying on the ground and not getting up.

Trash came in through the fire lane on the east side of the parking lot. His black Doc Martens boots clattered on the concrete floor, each step particularly jarring in the empty space.

A few water droplets from the ceiling clung to her short hair, but she didn't wipe them away. Instead, she simply raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

The silver ring on her earlobe was revealed; it flashed briefly in the dim light, but was quickly overshadowed by the coldness in her eyes.

"Is everyone here?"

The trash spoke, his voice not loud, but it made the five henchmen standing next to the suitcase wrapped in plastic wrap instantly tense up.

The fat henchman, named Ah Fu, had his jacket bulging from the fat on his belly. He quickly nodded and said, "Sister, we're all here. We're just waiting for you to say something."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the seven suitcases on the ground, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Just now, he secretly opened a suitcase and reached inside to touch it.

Inside, there was a hard object, about the size of a large golden bull, wrapped in plastic wrap.

He knew what was inside, but he didn't dare to even glance at it, because if he were discovered, he wouldn't survive the day.

The trash ignored him, walked over to a canvas bag, squatted down, and ran his finger across the surface of the bag.

The bag was made of military canvas, its edges worn white, and it had three blurry Korean characters printed on it: (Military Supplies).

This was brought back from the Yalu River by the eldest son (Professor A). She scratched at the stitching on the bag strap with her fingernail; the three layers of stitching were so tight that it was impossible to see through.

She sewed it herself; it was a task the young master had given her, and she never entrusted it to anyone else.

"Afu, load everything onto the truck."

Trash stood up, weakly waving his hand to tell this idiot Ah Fu to do the work.
Then he looked at the skinny henchman and said, "You take two and move the three on the right."

"Finish it within one minute. If you're even one second late, I'll make you idiots regret ever being born."

Li Shi's hands are still shaking. Last night, he broke a suitcase while moving goods and was hit on the knee with a steel pipe by Sister Laji. It still hurts.

He nodded quickly, his voice trembling: "I know! I know! Trash sister."

Just as the henchmen bent down to pick up the suitcases, the scoundrel added, "Be careful, Miss Fourth's suitcases are all expensive. If you wear them out, you can forget about your hands."

She spoke without looking at anyone, yet it slowed down all the henchmen's movements, making them even hold their breath.

They borrowed a van from the potato chip factory and parked it in the parking space furthest from the fire lane.

The crispy potato chip logo on the car was mostly covered up with black spray paint, leaving only the words "potato chips" showing, like a scar that hadn't been wiped clean.

The driver sat in the driver's seat, watching his brothers work. The driver's nickname was Scarface Li, and he lived up to his name, with a long scar on his left cheek running from his brow bone to his jaw.

He leaned back in his seat, propped his legs up on the steering wheel, and leisurely smoked a cigarette, leaving cigarette butts scattered all over the floor.

Seeing Trash Chicken approaching, he threw his cigarette butt out the window and greeted her softly, "Trash Chicken, I checked under the car three times."

"The chassis bolts weren't loose, the fuel tank cap wasn't open, and we made a last-minute decision. As long as there's no traitor, the cops definitely won't know which car you're using."

After hearing Scarface Lee's words, Scumbag didn't answer. Instead, she walked around the truck, squatted down, and touched the mud in the tire grooves with her fingers.

It rained last night, and the road to the dock was full of potholes, so it's normal for the car wheels to have mud and water on them.

She reached out and knocked on the carriage panel again; it was hollow, with nothing inside.

"key."

Trash Chicken reached out his hand, and Scarface Lee quickly handed him the car keys and opened the car door.

She opened the carriage door, revealing a black plastic sheet covering the inside. The sheet had several holes, exposing the sheet metal underneath.

She jumped into the car, carefully checked the passenger compartment to make sure there were no hidden GPS trackers, then closed the door and tossed the keys to Scarface Lee: "Wait."

Professor J had many suitcases, but they weren't heavy. His henchmen moved the bags quickly, and all of Professor J's suitcases were loaded into the car.

Trash would glance down at his Casio digital watch every now and then; it was 9:10, the ship should have arrived by now.

All the suitcases were loaded into the car. Trash Chicken told all his henchmen to get in and told Scarface Lee to drive the car to Happy Valley and hand it over to Ninth Sister's henchmen.

Just then, a car horn sounded at the entrance of the parking lot.

The scumbag tensed up instantly, his hand reaching for the switchblade inside his leather jacket. The blade was foldable and fifteen centimeters long.

She sharpens this switchblade every day until it's shiny.

Scarface Lee quickly stood up straight, reaching his right hand into his pocket, where he found a short dog.

A white sedan drove in, its headlights illuminating the ground, and parked in a parking space near the exit.

The driver was a woman, probably in her thirties, wearing high heels and carrying a bag. She looked like a resident of a nearby apartment building.

Parking at the underground parking lot of Shenwei Building is cheap; it only costs the price of a crocodile skin for one night.

Because of the low prices, nearby residents are willing to park their cars in Shenwei Building.

The female driver of the car got out and saw that everyone in the parking lot was looking at her. This was the first time she had ever seen such a big scene.

She froze, then quickly grabbed her bag and hurried toward the elevator without even turning her head.

The jerk watched the woman's figure disappear into the elevator before letting out a sigh of relief, muttering under his breath, "Gossip!" "Stop watching this drama, get in the car and get the goods to Happy Valley."

The henchmen dared not delay any longer and sped up, with everyone getting into the car.

Trash walked to the back of the car and checked the doors again to make sure they were closed tightly before saying to Scarface Li, "Let's go, let's take the ring road."

"You will receive a text message after you arrive at Happy Valley."

Scarface Lee nodded and quickly replied, "Got it, Trash Sister."

After saying that, he climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and the truck's engine roared as it slowly drove out of the parking lot.
The light swept across the wall, casting swaying shadows that looked like dancing ghosts.

The trash stood there, watching the truck disappear into the entrance, before pulling out a new key. She glanced at her trusted lieutenant Devin behind her and tossed the key to him.

Devon took the car keys and walked to the deepest part of the parking lot, where he stood in front of a Mercedes sports car.

This sports car that Sister Laji bought for HK$200,000 from Mercedes-Benz dealership, has been driven by her for several months.

But every three days, someone would be sent to a car wash that was reserved for江湖人 (jianghu people, people from all walks of life) to clean the car.

This car wash service is very expensive, costing at least 5,000 yuan each time. In addition to cleaning the dust off the car, they also remove the GPS trackers and listening devices.

Devon started the V8 Mercedes sports car and drove it up to the trash.

Trash opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and said, "Go to Kowloon Walled City. We'll change cars when we get to the Confucius Temple."

The truck was a smokescreen; if it arrived at Happy Valley on time, Ninth Sister's henchmen would send a message to a disposable pager.

If the truck hasn't arrived by midnight, it means the police have impounded it.

The car contained not only banknotes but also thirty kilograms of "blue blood" (corrupt officials). One should be kind and considerate of the cops' performance.

"When I pass by a self-service phone booth, I'll stop for a moment and soak up some of the imperial aura."

"drive!"

"Yes, sir!"

Devon gave a British military salute, then started his Mercedes sports car, made a U-turn, and prepared to leave the underground parking lot of the Shenwei Building.

Meanwhile, in a black van on the west side of the parking lot, Bai Fengxian was using binoculars to watch Laji's every move.

The military binoculars have a very high magnification, allowing you to clearly see the trash's every move.

Bai Fengxian was wearing a black tracksuit with an outdoor vest over it because she was on a mission today.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and there was some sweat on her forehead, but she didn't wipe it away because now was not the time to wipe away sweat.

Peach Blossom Girl keeps an eye on the Sheraton Hotel and Handsome Sheng, while A-Zai is stationed at Oak International Pier, and he himself is keeping an eye on the Shenwei Building.

"Bai Sir, the truck has already entered the highway, and Afei has followed."

The cold-faced man in the passenger seat said that he was holding a walkie-talkie and had an earpiece in his ear, and he was speaking in a very low voice.

These guys with the cold noodles are all from Singapore and Malaysia. They just finished their military uniform patrols and, because of their excellent performance, passed the CID exam to work for the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB).

This was his first time handling a case and carrying out a task. His palms were sweaty, but he dared not show it.

The O-Division's top detectives, who are good at solving cases, have all been thoroughly investigated by Singapore and Malaysia. They know the temperaments of each detective. Although Pak Fung-sin is new to the O-Division.

But she's also known for being strict; if you make a mistake, she'll give you a severe scolding.

Bai Fengxian nodded, her gaze never leaving the trashy Mercedes-Benz sedan.

Shuifang Shuilu Wang Biaojin, a top ten drug lord in Asia according to Interpol's rankings, is known as Da Chaijia.

Both the Narcotics Bureau and the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) want to bring this scoundrel to justice.

According to intelligence gathered by the Intelligence Division, Criminal Intelligence Division, and Security Division, last year, 15 tons of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor) and more than 30 tons of pork were transferred out through the Hong Kong transit point.

This deal between Biaojin and the professor's team is a good opportunity. If all goes well, we can wipe out all these losers today.

The professor's team is very mysterious. Although Professor A has been captured, the interrogation experts from the intelligence department and the internal affairs department have been interrogating him for twelve hours a day, but they haven't been able to extract much useful information.

Even so, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) busted several phone number gangs and raided Yi Qun's home, seizing hundreds of kilograms of goods.

Thanks to Professor A's intelligence, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) gained considerable fame, and Guo Guohao's reputation as the OCTB's top detective became even more renowned.

Now, only one person remains in charge of the professor team: Professor J.

But Professor J never shows his face in public; he leaves everything to trash.

This ruthless woman discovered an informant last year, and that informant eventually disappeared from Hong Kong.

This time, the fact that this jerk personally transferred the goods is definitely not simple. Maybe the professor's team has already sensed that things are getting tense and is preparing to run away.

"Officer Bai, the brothers outside are waiting for your orders. Shall we make our move?"

There's definitely something sinister inside the truck!

Lengmian took off his headphones, looked at Bai Fengxian, and showed an anxious expression.

Bai Fengxian frowned even more. Professor J had told the trash to leave first and even sent a truck away. Something was clearly wrong.

"Brother A, a potato chip factory truck has driven out of Shenwei Building. It's full of people who work as prostitutes. Should we arrest them?"

After delivering the information over the walkie-talkie, she took out a pack of chewing gum from her pocket and put it in her mouth.

She never smokes during major operations, afraid of delaying things; she relies entirely on nicotine gum to keep going.

"Bai Sir, I checked about that white sedan earlier. The night shift guys said that the woman had been there for the past week."

"They should be working professionals in the neighborhood, so there shouldn't be any problem."

Cold Face was very observant. He also noticed the sudden appearance of the person. Judging from the reactions of Trash and others, he knew that this was a new face.

He immediately communicated with the night shift worker, described the general situation, and only reported to Bai Fengxian after receiving confirmation.

Bai Fengxian hummed in agreement, chewing her gum incessantly as she watched the Mercedes-Benz sports car drive away.

"Alarm clock! Alarm clock! You're following me around like trash, don't be so obvious."

"If anything happens, do not act rashly; report it."

"Only take action if the situation is urgent. When you do, do it quickly and don't let this trashy woman cause a big incident."

Bai Fengxian picked up the walkie-talkie and began explaining to the trashy alarm clock she was talking to.

"Roger that, sir."

The alarm clock waiting by the roadside had already seen the crappy Mercedes-Benz sports car on the road.

He replied and put the radio microphone back on the shelf.

After waiting for a full minute, they started the high-powered car provided by the transportation department and followed at a leisurely pace.

(End of this chapter)