Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 784, Section 374: The Master's Mission
"Attention all units, do not act rashly, keep an eye on all exits, and do not let Professor J slip away under our noses."

Bai Fengxian spat the chewing gum into an empty mineral water bottle and used a walkie-talkie to clearly convey the order.

"Understood, Officer Bai!"

"Received. Received."

A long string of "received" sounds came from the walkie-talkie. Bai Fengxian threw the walkie-talkie onto the dashboard and continued to keep an eye on the Bentley in the underground parking lot.

This is Professor J's car. The guy who was following Miss Jiu came back and reported that this Bentley often appears at the horse racing club, and Miss Jiu sometimes uses this car to go shopping.

The woman who got out of the white car was carrying a gift box. She stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the seventh floor, and then looked at the indicator lights inside the elevator.

【135】

【7】

The elevator arrived at the seventh floor, the door slowly opened, and an office worker dressed as an office worker stepped out of the elevator and came to the front of the innermost room.

The woman opened her handbag, took out a key, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it to the right, opened the door, and went inside.

Upon entering the room, the woman took off her white knitted shirt and threw it on the table, covering an L9A1 Browning pistol.

She casually kicked off her high heels and walked into the room barefoot, relaxed.

The covered L9A1 Browning pistol is the standard weapon of the Zu family, produced in very large quantities, and is very common in the Hong Kong black market.

Sometimes, even those big-time gangsters would use L9A1 Browning pistols to run businesses that required no capital.

After all, the Black Star pistol is less stable than the L9A1 Browning pistol.

The woman, having taken off her clothes, placed her handbag and gift box on the table.

She opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of juice, unscrewed the cap, took a big gulp, and then sat down on the single sofa.

Directly in front of the armchair was a small 12-inch television. The color screen did not display TVB programs, but rather a long corridor.

And right in the center of the picture is Professor J's kitchen factory.

The woman—no, the title she was most often called was Number Nine, Miss Number Nine.

However, she is not the short-lived Number Nine of this generation, but the old and faded Number Nine of the previous generation. She can now openly use her real name: Shui Zhenshu.

There is a good place for poems and books, and the rain in front of the door is good.

But unfortunately, my family came to this southern land, and my scholarly air became a rare commodity in the eyes of my mother.

Teacher Li was her patron and her first man. The money he spent on her was enough to bury a person alive.

No one knows exactly how many generations of the Twelve Beauties were nurtured by Teacher Li in his Grand View Garden.

The twelve young women, in the prime of their youth, accompanied Teacher Li, while those in their twenties and thirties were about to go and manage Teacher Li's business.

Teacher Li is very generous; even the retired Twelve Beauties can receive millions of dollars every year.

The amount of money they earned in a year was more than the top executives of the four major foreign firms could earn in a lifetime.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for them.

So a week ago, Shui Zhenshu returned to Hong Kong and came to the Shenwei Building to help Teacher Li with his work.

The corridor remained silent, with miniature cameras hidden in the shadows—a setup arranged by bribing the electrician.

Seeing that the picture on the TV had not changed, Shui Zhenshu changed out of her work clothes, put on a tracksuit, and returned to the table.

There was a small brass incense burner on the table. She took a cigarette from the incense box, lit it, and put it into the incense burner.

Her wrists were slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, and there was only a faint callus on the second joint of her index finger, a mark left by years of holding a gun.

The table is made of old pine wood and was left by the landlord. The surface is covered with a dark green non-slip rubber mat, and several tools are neatly stacked at the very edge.

A silver set of Allen wrenches, a black torque screwdriver, and a small piece of chamois cloth soaked in gun oil.

There was also an open, transparent parts box, with compartments containing springs, pins, and spare screws.

In the center of the table, the gift box containing the water pillow book, which had just been brought in, was opened. Inside were neither pastries nor other souvenirs.

It was a collection of steel parts, or more precisely, the components of a rifle.

When Shui Zhenshu bent over, her low ponytail tied behind her head fell down, with a few stray hairs sticking to the side of her neck.

She didn't bother to dial, but instead gently peeled off the moisture-proof paper inside the storage box.

The first component removed was the casing of the HK G3, ​​which had a matte phosphate finish.

You can feel a slight grainy texture when you touch it with your fingertips, but it's not rough on your hands. She placed the casing flat on the rubber pad with the groove facing up.

With the left hand holding the positioning block at the rear of the receiver, the right hand reaches for the barrel assembly. The barrel is 508 mm long and is a heavy barrel unique to the semi-automatic model.

Inside the gift box is a detachable flash suppressor, a custom-made accessory by a gun modification master, each worth thousands of dollars.

She first checked the locking lug at the breech of the barrel to make sure there were no signs of oxidation, and then aligned the barrel with the mounting hole at the front of the receiver.

Gently push the barrel in with your thumb until you hear a soft "click," which is the sound of the locating pin locking into its slot.

After installing the barrel and locking the latch, she reached for the bolt assembly. The bolt carrier was dark gray with tiny production numbers engraved on it. She gently wiped the guide groove on the outside of the carrier with a chamois cloth.

Then she inserted the bolt into the bolt carrier from the rear, pinching the charging handle on top of the bolt with her fingertips and slowly pushing it in.

If you encounter some resistance along the way, adjust the bolt angle slightly until it slides in completely. Then pull the charging handle to test the stroke and confirm that it is smooth and without any jamming.

Installing the stock is relatively simple, but it's the step that tests your hand skills the most.

She picked up a fixed polymer stock with a non-slip texture and a rubber cushioning pad at the butt.

Nowadays, rifles are starting to use high-hardness polymers, which are commonly known as celluloid or plastic in Hong Kong.

These high-strength plastics have advantages such as corrosion resistance, high temperature resistance, cold resistance, and light weight, and have become the mainstream for firearms shooting.

She aligned the connecting hole at the bottom of the stock with the threaded post at the rear of the receiver and first manually tightened two positioning screws.

Make sure the stock and receiver are level, and then tighten them one by one with a professional torque wrench bought at a high price.

I paused when each screw was tightened to 15 Nm, and wiggled the stock with my fingertip to make sure it wasn't loose at all.

She then pushed the trigger guard assembly into the slot below the receiver and pressed down on the spring pin on the side of the guard.

She heard a "click" as the guard lock fully engaged. She tried pulling the trigger; the trigger traveled smoothly, and the rebound force upon resetting was even.

All that remained were the scope and the magazine; the scope was a Zeiss 4-12×50mm optical sight.

She first fixed the scope mount to the Weaver rail on top of the receiver, and wiped the contact surface between the mount and the rail three times with a chamois cloth to prevent dust from affecting accuracy.

When tightening the base screws, she used an alternating diagonal method, turning each screw half a turn before switching to the opposite one, ensuring that the base and the guide rail fit completely without any gaps.

Next, install the scope into the base, adjust the eyepiece parallax until the crosshairs seen through the eyepiece are clear and without ghosting, and then tighten the scope ring screws.

This is a multi-functional rifle that can be used as a sniper rifle or a semi-automatic rifle.

Magazines and silencers were all installed, and two more magazines were installed on the Water Pillow Book as replacements.

Both magazines were put into the pockets of the outdoor vest, which is very practical for mountaineering and hiking.

Firearms tactical workshops in Europe, America, and Hong Kong often purchase these outdoor vests and then modify them for real combat.

They would enlarge the individual pockets of outdoor vests by a few centimeters so that they could hold grenades and magazines.

There are even tactical studios that will have outdoor gear companies change the design, adding an extra layer of pockets inside outdoor vests, from the chest to the stomach.

The purpose of this is to serve as a bulletproof layer, into which bulletproof ceramic plates can be inserted.

Bulletproof ceramic plates are expensive, but they are at least 80% lighter than steel plates.

A bulletproof vest weighing 20 to 30 pounds, once worn, will leave you breathless even after running for two minutes, let alone fighting.

However, Shui Zhenshu did not prepare a bulletproof vest for himself. In an indoor assault, even if a bulletproof vest could stop a peanut, the impact would still make it impossible for him to get up.

All the gear I could use was stuffed into the outdoor vest, which suddenly weighed five pounds.

After finishing everything, Shui Zhenshu wiped his sweat and walked to the refrigerator.

She opened the refrigerator door, took out a small cake, sat back down in front of the TV, and continued watching the silent movie.

They ate cake while waiting for their owner's call.

"Ring ring ring"

The landline on the coffee table rang, and Shui Zhenshu reached out and grabbed the receiver.

"Zhenshu, you'll have to step up your game this time. I'm waiting for your good news."

Teacher Li's magnetic voice reached the Water Pillow Book's ears, and she calmly replied, "Master, I know what to do."

"Of course you know, Pillow Book, you are a person who knows your limits, but Professor J is a VIP, I want to see him in person."

On the other end of the microphone, Teacher Li continued to give orders, instructing Shui Zhenshu to bring Professor J back unharmed.

“I know, Professor J must be alive.”

Shui Zhenshu instantly understood her master's intention and spoke her mind.

"Good luck on your first day of work. I've already transferred your lucky red envelope to your account. Don't skimp on yourself. After you're done, go to Tahiti to rest for a while."

"People shouldn't be too stressed; they need to give themselves a break from time to time."

"That's all for now. I'll wait for your good news, Zhenshu!"

After Teacher Li finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Shui Zhenshu stood up, picked up the pistol on the table, and began counting the bullets, preparing to do his work.

What Shui Zhenshu didn't know was that there was another man in the room next door who was also watching Professor J.

This person is none other than the living seal of Wuhan Iron and Steel.

Wu Gang was holding a precision instrument, which also has a scientific name: Geiger-Miller counter.

(End of this chapter)