Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 785, Section 375: Eliminating the Obstacle
The Geiger-Miller counter, a great invention of mankind.

Simply put, this thing measures the amount of radiation.

Over the years, Wuhan Iron and Steel Group has traveled to many places, including its ancestral home and the new world across the ocean.

Every male member of the Wu family receives a family heirloom after birth, which is a copper coin bestowed by the old Taoist priest of Chongyang Palace.

You can get it at birth, but if you die, the copper coins will be taken back.

While wandering around New York, Wu Gang met a beautiful Latina woman. After a few drinks, the two went to Wu Gang's temporary apartment to express their feelings.

After their passionate encounter, the Latina woman lay on her chest, touching the two martial arts heirlooms hanging around her neck.

These two Northern Song Dynasty copper coins, although among the most widely circulated copper coins in Chinese history, are considered remarkable antiquities by the Latin American women of South America.

Entering a state of sage-like tranquility, Wu Gang silently smoked a cigarette while stroking the smooth back of the Latina beauty.

The Latina beauty's expression shifted from relaxed at first to serious at last, and finally she jumped out of bed as if avoiding a plague-ridden corpse.

Wu Gang has a murder case against him, but there is no enmity between them in America, across the ocean, so he has always been relaxed.

But the Latina beauty's actions immediately put Wuhan Iron and Steel Group's relaxed vigilance back on high alert.

He sat up, pulled a folding dagger from his pillow, and stared coldly at the Latina beauty.

The Latina beauty ran into the living room and took out a roll of foil for grilling and microwaving from her backpack.

A naked Latina woman tore off pieces of tinfoil, then folded them into a small box.

The little box was crooked and twisted, and the Latina beauty ran back to bed and said a long string of English.

Wu Gang's English was mediocre; he only knew some everyday phrases and couldn't understand what the Latina woman was saying. However, he understood that she wanted him to take off his family heirloom.

He took off the two family heirlooms around his neck and, following the Latina beauty's instructions, threw them into the foil box.

The Latina beauty sealed the opening with the remaining tin foil, and then asked Wu Gang to go take a bath with her.

Wu Gang initially thought it would be a romantic bath for two, but after starting the bath, he realized he was wrong.

The Latina beauty washed him first, lathering him with soap very carefully, making sure every inch of his skin was cleaned.

After wiping herself down, the Latina beauty washed herself very carefully, even taking care of the spaces between her fingers.

Next came rinsing. I rinsed it three times to clean all the oil off my skin.

Wu Gang also sensed something was wrong. If he wasn't mistaken, what the Latina beauty feared was her family's heirloom copper coin.

The Latina beauty dried herself off, quickly dressed, and told Wu Gang to change as well and come with her, while also taking the small box made of tin foil.

In the taxi, the Latina woman briefly introduced herself, saying that she was a top student in the physics department at New York University and that she was going to take Wu Gang to the laboratory.

To make a long story short, what happened next was that the Wu family's heirloom copper coin contained radioactive material, specifically uranium.

Even after taking a shower, Wu Gang still had radioactive elements in his body, so the Latina beauty sought out her mentor.

With the help of his mentor, Wu Gang entered the cleaning room to completely remove the radioactive elements from his body.

The Latina beauty had the family heirloom coins analyzed and discovered that they contained uranium, which must have been added during the casting process.

This is incredible, because radioactive materials were only discovered and used by humans in modern times.

The Latina beauty collected the data and obtained a small lead box from the laboratory, which she then had Wuhan Iron and Steel put their family heirloom into.

Then, with a friendly reminder, Wu Gang was advised to go to the clinic for a thorough check-up. He was also told that prolonged exposure to radioactive materials could cause cancer.

Although the Wu family is a family that lives by the seal of office, there are also elders who live to be sixty or seventy years old.

When these elders reached their fifties, their health deteriorated rapidly. They developed large sores on their backs, began vomiting blood, and experienced significant hair loss.

In the end, the person becomes extremely emaciated, suffers muscle atrophy, and experiences organ failure; even if they are admitted to the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, there is no way to save them.

Wuhan Iron and Steel Group (WISCO) sought out an underground research institute to solve the problem of the family heirloom copper coins, but after several days of research, the institute declared that it was powerless to help.

But the underground research institute helped him by modifying the family heirloom copper coin, adding a layer of lead, and also giving Wuhan Iron and Steel a modified Geiger-Miller counter.

This Geiger-Miller counter can store values; whenever the Geiger-Miller counter rings, it means that the copper coin is within a radius of 500 meters.

Wu Gang put the Geiger-Miller counter into his waist bag and began packing his belongings.

There were several short knives on the coffee table. The sunlight shone on them, but they didn't reflect any light. They must have been top-quality blades produced by private tactical workshops in Europe and America.

Beside these blades lay a Model 59 pistol. Wu Gang picked up the pistol, pulled back the bolt, and put a peanut into the chamber.

He pulled out the magazine and saw fourteen peanuts neatly arranged inside, so he stuffed them into the gun handle.

The gossipy woman in the next room probably shares the same goal as me—she's here for Professor J—but while everyone shares the same goal, their motives are definitely not the same.

Moreover, the Shenwei Building has already been surrounded by the police.

After getting everything ready, Wu Gang walked to the cabinet, took out two sets of work clothes, placed them on the table, put on his combat uniform first, and then put the work clothes over them.

Wearing a mask and a baseball cap, he tucked all the short knives on the coffee table into the pockets of his combat uniform and secured them.

Wu Gang glanced at the Smith & Wesson Model 59 pistol, wiped the handle with his hand, put it in his pocket, and left the room.

After leaving the room, Wu Gang did not immediately knock on the door of the pretty girl next door. Instead, he went to the power switch and turned off the main power switch for the entire floor.

The entire seventh floor immediately lost power, and the lights in the corridor went out with a "whoosh." After three seconds, the emergency lights came on again.

Wu Gang took out his cigarette case, lit a Red Marlboro, leaned against the wall, and silently smoked.

Sitting in his room, Shui Zhenshu was watching TV and observing the activity on the eighth floor.

She was now certain that there were cops in the underground parking lot. She needed to deal with Professor J as soon as possible, and then secretly get him into the car and leave.

The fact that the cops didn't come to investigate means that my preparations this week have been very effective.

suitcase!
A smile appeared on Shui Zhenshu's face. She had bought an extra-large suitcase to transport the equipment in.

"Snapped"

Just as Shui Zhenshu was basking in the glory of his ingenious idea, the television made a sound and then went out.

She looked up at the ceiling light and found it was off.

It's morning now, and the building is high up, so there's no problem with the sunlight.

However, a power outage at the industrial building is like a fantasy, because there are red oil tanks in the underground parking lot of the industrial building, and diesel generators will be used to generate electricity whenever there is a power outage.

Did the cops act ahead of time?
Thinking of this, Shui Zhenshu immediately raised her eyebrows, quickly stood up, packed her things, and prepared to take action.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway were still on, casting a warm yellow glow on Wu Gang's shoulders, turning the dark blue of his property management uniform a pale gray. He had already smoked half a cigarette; he turned his head, aimed at the open window, and forcefully exhaled the cigarette butt.

He stretched out his left hand, took out the crumpled meter inspection form he had prepared beforehand, and squeezed it hard, even pressing his knuckles until they turned white.

This wasn't to relieve stress; it was intentional. The creases were pinched to make the piece of paper look more like a work item that you carry in your pocket every day.

Wu Gang's right hand was in his work uniform pocket, and his fingertips could touch the wooden grip of the Smith & Wesson Model 59 pistol.

The grip was wrapped with anti-slip tape, the same special tape used in The Godfather that won't leave fingerprints, and the pistol felt tight against the skin on my side.

The black tactical combat suit underneath the work clothes clung tightly to the skin, and a thin layer of sweat had already seeped through the back.

Today, the temperature in Hong Kong has risen to 27°C, making it unbearably hot and humid. Of course, this is not the main reason.

Inside the combat suit, the hilts of three tactical short knives were digging into his lower back.

Wu Gang walked to the door of Shui Zhenshu, pressed his ear against the door for two seconds, but couldn't hear anything inside. He then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Ta-da!"

The force of the knocking was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, like a real property management employee, with a tone that was both impatient and polite.

"Which one?"

A woman's voice came from inside the door, cold and clear, like ice shards tapping on glass.

Wu Gang had never met Shui Zhenshu, but he knew that Shui Zhenshu was currently observing him through the peephole.

But his expression didn't change; he still looked impatient and said in an impatient tone, "Property management company, the power is out on this floor. You need to check the indoor wiring."

He lowered his voice, adding a touch of hoarseness, mimicking the tone of the building's property management uncle who was a heavy smoker: "The power switch is fine."

"The problem must be indoors! So we need to check each house one by one. Please cooperate, miss."

Shui Zhenshu inside the door didn't speak, but Wu Gang knew that Shui Zhenshu was definitely looking through the peephole.

So he took a step back, revealing the property management badge on his large neck.

The photo on the employee badge is of Wu Gang himself, but the information is all fabricated.

His expression was very impatient. He knocked on the door a few more times and said loudly, "Please cooperate. I just need to do a quick check."

"Please! I'm very busy. There are 28 households on this floor, and I need to check every single one of them."

There was still no sound coming from inside. After three seconds, the door chain rattled, and then the door opened a crack.

Shui Zhenshu stood behind the door, coldly watching the unfamiliar face of the property electrician.

For her, the entire property management was unfamiliar. The only person she vaguely remembered was the Indian curry vendor in the underground parking lot, with whom she had exchanged a few words.

The sleeves of his tracksuit were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a shallow scar on his wrist bone, a mark he got three years ago when he was fighting with a guy from Annan in Bangkok for goods.

With her right hand behind her back, clutching a short knife, she opened the security door with her left hand, letting Wu Gang in to check the electrical circuits.

Even a water-pillow book needs electricity, and she has to keep a close eye on Professor J to prevent this silly bird from escaping to Africa.

"Please come in! But you'd better hurry, because I'm about to leave."

Shui Zhenshu said something and then slowly backed away, not letting Wu Gang see the short knife behind him.

"The main switch is in the kitchen. Just check it and see if there's a short circuit."

"Do I need to change my shoes?"

Wu Gang took a few steps forward, entered the room, closed the door behind him, and quickly scanned the layout of the room with his eyes.

The layout of this type of industrial building is the same throughout Hong Kong: long and narrow, with very large security doors to facilitate the entry of equipment.

Upon entering through the main gate, you'll see a large solid wood table, a sofa against the wall, a garment covered on the coffee table, and a bottle of juice on it.

Next to the juice was a mug with coffee stains on the rim. The single sofa was dark brown, and a black coat was draped over the back.

The outline of a half-holster was visible through the hem of his clothing; it was an L9A1 Browning pistol.

Wu Gang glanced around and took in the entire nearly 300-square-meter space, absorbing all the information he needed into his brain.

Shui Zhenshu didn't move aside, his body still blocking the aisle: "A sudden power outage, your property management is really outrageous."

"When I rented the place, your property management company promised 24-hour electricity. It hasn't even been a month and the power suddenly went out. That's outrageous!"

"Push to the street!"

Shui Zhenshu kept her right hand behind her back, ready to plunge the dagger into the head of the scoundrel opposite her if he showed any sign of trouble.

Wuhan Iron and Steel Group had also been observing the right hand behind Shui Zhenshu's back, a common tactic used by Wushu and Daoshou in their defensive counter-attacks.

Whenever I have a problem, this gossipy woman's right hand will immediately strike, giving me a thorough and satisfying blow.

"Miss, the power has suddenly gone out. Even if Brother Su came, there would be nothing he could do."

"If the short-circuited wire cannot be found, even if the power is forcibly restored, the circuit breaker will still trip."

"I'll go to the kitchen first and check the main switch."

Wuhan Iron and Steel Group came up with a random reason, a catch-all excuse that works no matter how you put it.

But Shui Zhenshu was increasingly suspicious of Wu Gang's identity, so she didn't make way for him and even started to walk back to create a safe distance.

The reason for the suspicion is simple: what electrician checks a meter without using any tools?

But in that moment of hesitation, Wu Gang made his move. He suddenly pushed forward with his left hand, pressing down on Shui Zhenshu's shoulder and pushing her half a step into the room.

At the same time, he pulled his right hand out of his jacket pocket, the grip of his Smith & Wesson Model 59 pistol already hot from his grip.

The moment the gun slid out of his jacket pocket, he pressed his wrist down, aimed the muzzle at Shui Zhenshu's chest, and with his finger on the trigger, pulled it without hesitation.

"boom!"

Even with a silencer installed, the Smith & Wesson Model 59 pistol still made a loud noise at close range, causing Wu Gang's ears to ring.

Shui Zhenshu reacted faster than he expected, the instant he pressed down on her shoulder.

Suddenly, the gossipy woman squatted down, while simultaneously pulling her right leg back, and rolled to the side like a stone.

The bullet grazed her trousers and struck the cabinet behind her, scattering wood chips everywhere and leaving a black hole in the cabinet door.

(End of this chapter)