Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 786, Section 376: Something terrible has happened!

"leave!"

Wu Gang cursed, and following Shui Zhenshu's movement, turned his gun and fired two more shots.

“Bang, bang…”

The first shot hit the floor, and the poor-quality sawdust floor splintered into wood chips.

The second shot grazed the sofa armrest, piercing a hole in the cushion, and a large clump of cotton floated out from the tear.

Shui Zhenshu had rolled to the side of the coffee table. She braced her left hand on the edge of the coffee table and sprang up suddenly.

He threw the short knife he was holding in his right hand toward Wu Gang, then grabbed his coat from the coffee table and tossed it aside.

The L9A1 Browning pistol was hidden underneath; she grabbed it and pulled the trigger at Wuhan Iron and Steel.

“Bang, bang…”

The two shots rang out almost simultaneously.

Wu Gang dodged to the side, his back slamming against the door frame, making him wince in pain.

This gossip is something else!

Ruthless!

I'll never get married in my lifetime!

The bullet hit the spot where he had just been standing, leaving two holes in the door panel, and sawdust fell onto the shoulder of his work clothes.

The dagger that followed landed right where he had just been standing.

Wu Gang didn't dare stop. He quickly got up from the floor, looked for cover, and continued firing while keeping the trigger on.

Smith-Wesson's magazine can hold 14 rounds, and counting the one already in the chamber, he has fired 5 rounds. He needs to force Water Pillow to reload as soon as possible.

Shui Zhenshu was also moving; she backed away from the sofa, keeping the gun pointed at Wuhan Iron and Steel, firing a shot with each step she took.

The living room was smashed to pieces: a mug was on the floor, shards of porcelain were scattered everywhere, and the television was hit by a stray bullet and was emitting smoke.

The painting on the wall was smashed, the frame fell to the ground, and glass shattered everywhere.

Using his skillful movement, Wu Gang positioned himself in front of Shui Zhenshu. After calculating the distance accurately, he suddenly lunged to the left, bumping into the coffee table and pushing it towards Shui Zhenshu.

The coffee table legs scraped against the floor with a harsh sound, forcing Shui Zhenshu to jump back.

It was during that jump that her bullet went astray, hitting the cabinet and smashing the vase inside to pieces.

Wu Gang seized this rare opportunity and fired three more shots. One of the shots grazed Shui Zhenshu's arm, and the fabric of her sportswear was immediately soaked in blood. She groaned and the gun in her hand trembled.

"No more bullets?"

Wu Gang stared at Shui Zhenshu's hand. His Smith & Wesson had already emptied its magazine, the sound of the empty magazine being particularly clear in the noisy room.

Shui Zhenshu frowned as she pulled the trigger, but it didn't fire.

The L9A1 pistol only has a 13-round magazine, which she used up during the previous firefight.

The two men exchanged a glance, their previous pretense vanished, replaced by a fierce, ruthless intent to fight to the death.

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

Wu Gang chose to make the first move. He threw an empty gun at Shui Zhenshu's face and, taking advantage of the moment she dodged, quickly moved forward.

As he charged forward, he bent down and pulled a tactical dagger from a lining inside his combat suit.

The blade is black, and the edge is only fifteen centimeters long, yet it is sharp enough to cut through wooden boards.

Shui Zhenshu wasn't idle either. She dodged the blank shot, grabbed her coat from the sofa, and threw it at Wu Gang's face.

At the same time, she bent down and pulled something out from under the coffee table—a metal ashtray. She gripped it in her hand and smashed it toward Wu Gang's head.

Wu Gang blocked it with his arm, and the ashtray hit his forearm, making his bones go numb with pain.

But he didn't stop; he thrust the short knife forward, aiming at Shui Zhenshu's stomach.

Shui Zhenshu dodged to the side, the tip of the knife slicing open the hem of her sportswear, leaving a bloody gash on her side. Blood immediately seeped out and flowed down her waist.

"I'll attack your mother!"

Shui Zhenshu cursed, grabbed Wu Gang's wrist with his left hand, and with his right hand holding the ashtray, smashed it against Wu Gang's temple.

Wu Gang turned his head, and the ashtray grazed his ear before hitting the wall, denting it badly.

He took the opportunity to bump into Shui Zhenshu, pinning her against the wall. The two were so close that they could smell each other's sweat and blood.

Wu Gang's right hand was still being held by Shui Zhenshu, and the short knife was only a few centimeters away from her chest, but it couldn't pierce through.

Shui Zhenshu wasn't idle either; she raised her knee and thrust it towards Wu Gang's groin.

Wu Gang reacted quickly, bringing his legs together to clamp her knees, protecting his son, and simultaneously bumping his forehead against her nose.

With a "thud," their foreheads collided.

Shui Zhenshu's nose immediately started bleeding, and the blood dripped onto Wugang's work clothes, spreading out in a dark red stain.

She didn't let go; instead, she gripped Wu Gang's wrist even tighter and bit his neck with her teeth.

Wu Gang gasped in pain. She had bitten a bloody gash on his neck, and blood was flowing down his neck and seeping into his collar.

He reached out with his left hand to grab Shui Zhenshu's waist, landing right on the wound where she had just been cut by the knife. Shui Zhenshu cried out in pain, and her grip on his wrist loosened slightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Gang pulled the short knife back and then stabbed it forward suddenly.

This time, the knife tip pierced Shui Zhenshu's shoulder, not too deep, but enough to make her arm lose its strength.

Shui Zhenshu, who had been stabbed in the shoulder, immediately let his right hand fall down, unable to hold the short knife, which fell directly to the ground.

But she didn't give up, because if she did, she would have to stay in this industrial building. She reached out with her left hand to scratch at Wuhan Iron and Steel's face.

The fingernail scratched across his cheekbone, leaving four bloody marks. Blood immediately flowed down, blurring Wu Gang's vision.

Wu Gang quickly wiped his face, removed the blood from his eyelids, and took a step back to create some distance.

His forearm still hurt, the wound on his neck was burning, and his side, which had been kicked by Shui Zhenshu earlier, was now starting to feel numb.

Shui Zhenshu leaned against the wall, blood streaming down her shoulder and dripping onto the floor. Her nose was still bleeding, but a smile played on her lips: "Which road did you come from?"

"His punches and kicks are really hard!"

"That's awesome!"

"Each each other!"

Wu Gang, panting, pulled another short knife from his combat suit, this time holding it in his left hand: "You came for Professor J, and so did I:

“However, our goals are different. I want to protect her, while you want to kill her. So today, only one of us can walk out of this door alive.”

Shui Zhenshu straightened up, pressed her right hand against the wound on her shoulder, blood seeping from between her fingers. She tore off her T-shirt and bandaged the injured area.

She looked terrible from blood loss, but she didn't give up and said with a smile, "Then let's give it a try!"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly rushed to the left, not towards Wuhan Iron and Steel, but towards the long table, because there was a semi-automatic rifle on it.

In a fight between a man and a woman, the man has a 90% chance of winning.

Because men can secrete more adrenaline at the same height and weight.

With the help of adrenaline, men are superior to women in terms of combat time, pain tolerance, and rapid output.

Water Pillow Book's only chance of winning now is to get the semi-automatic rifle on the long table.

But how could Wu Gang let this gossipy woman get her hands on it! He immediately chased after her, stabbing her in the back with the short knife in his right hand.

Upon hearing the sound of the wind, Shui Zhenshu suddenly turned around, grabbed Wu Gang's wrist with his left hand, and kicked him in the knee with his right leg at the same time.

Wu Gang's knee was kicked, his leg went weak, and he almost knelt down, but he didn't loosen his grip on the knife. Instead, he slashed at Shui Zhenshu's stomach.

Shui Zhenshu jumped backward, barely dodging the blade, but not Wu Gang's next move.

Suddenly, a short knife fell out of Wu Gang's left sleeve. He grasped it in his palm and slashed it across her calf.

The legs of her sportswear were immediately soaked in blood, and Shui Zhenshu paused for a moment.

Wu Gang seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and slammed the water pillow book onto the floor.

Wu Gang's knee pressed against Shui Zhenshu's chest, making it hard for her to breathe, while his right hand held a short knife to her throat: "You're done for!"

Shui Zhenshu laughed, blood mingling with nosebleeds dripping from the corner of his mouth: "I don't think so! I still have many cards to play!"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head and bumped it into Wu Gang's chin.

Caught off guard, Wu Gang's chin was hit hard, his head was buzzing, and the knife in his hand wobbled.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shui Zhenshu flipped to the side, pushed Wu Gang off her, and then took the initiative, pressing down on Wu Gang.

He's a wolf in sheep's clothing; once he gains power, he becomes arrogant. Now, Shui Zhenshu has the upper hand. She grabs Wu Gang's hair with her left hand and slams him against the floor.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

After kowtowing four times, Wu Gang felt his vision blur and his head spin, but he didn't loosen his grip on the dagger and stabbed it towards Shui Zhenshu's waist.

"what!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Shui Zhenshu cried out in pain as another wound appeared on her waist, staining her sportswear red with blood.

Even though she cried out in pain, she didn't let go. Instead, she gripped Wu Gang's hair even tighter and slammed him against the floor again.

Wu Gang felt like his head was about to split open. He reached to the side with his left hand and touched the half-eaten ashtray that had just fallen to the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed it and smashed it against the back of Shui Zhenshu's head.

Shui Zhenshu paused for a moment, and loosened her grip on Wu Gang's hair.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Gang pushed her away, got up from the ground, his head was still dizzy, and he stood there swaying.

Shui Zhenshu also got up from the ground. Blood was flowing from the back of her head, down her neck, and seeping into the collar of her sportswear, but her eyes were still bright, and she also grabbed a tactical knife in her hand.

The two stood in the center of the living room, a few meters apart, both panting.

The hall was in a mess, with bullet holes all over the doors and the coffee table overturned to one side.

The sofa was riddled with bullet holes, the floor was covered in blood and broken glass, the paintings on the wall had fallen to the ground, and the television was emitting blue smoke.

The work clothes of Wuhan Iron and Steel were soaked in blood. His neck, face and arms were covered with wounds. His waist and knees were also in pain, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

But he still gripped the two short knives tightly in his hands, his eyes fixed on the gossipy woman opposite him.

Shui Zhenshu wasn't much better off; he had wounds on his shoulders, waist, and calves.

Most importantly, blood was flowing from the back of her head and her nose was still bleeding, her sportswear was almost stained red with blood, but she didn't loosen her grip on the dagger in her hand, and her eyes were full of ferocity.

"Damn it! Let's try again."

Shui Zhenshu spoke first, her voice a little hoarse, but with an undeniable determination.

Wu Gang didn't speak, but gripped his knife tightly and charged towards Shui Zhenshu. Shui Zhenshu also rushed forward, her dagger aimed at Wu Gang's chest.

Wu Gang dodged to the side, the dagger grazing past his work clothes, tearing through his combat uniform underneath, and leaving a shallow bloody scar on his ribs.

He took the opportunity to stab Shui Zhenshu in the arm. The short knife pierced her forearm, and blood immediately flowed out, dripping down her arm.

Shui Zhenshu didn't dodge; instead, he moved forward and stabbed Wu Gang in the stomach with his dagger.

Wu Gang stepped back, but tripped over an overturned coffee table and fell to the ground. Shui Zhenshu immediately pounced on him, her dagger pointed at his chest.

Wu Gang lay on the ground and rolled to the side, the dagger piercing the floor several centimeters deep.

He seized the opportunity to grab Shui Zhenshu's ankle and pulled her to the side. Shui Zhenshu immediately lost her balance and fell to the ground, dropping the dagger to the side.

Wu Gang immediately got up, pressed down on Shui Zhenshu, and pointed the short knife in his right hand at her chest.

But Shui Zhenshu wasn't idle either. Her left hand reached out to grab Wu Gang's waist, landing right on the spot where he had been kicked earlier. Wu Gang grimaced in pain, and the knife in his hand wobbled again.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shui Zhenshu flipped over and pressed down on Wu Gang, reaching to the side with his right hand to grab the dagger that had fallen to the ground.

Wu Gang saw through her intention, pressed down on her hand with his left hand, and stabbed her shoulder again with the short knife in his right hand.

This time the knife went in even deeper, almost completely burying itself in her shoulder. Blood spurted out and splattered onto Wu Gang's face.

Shui Zhenshu's body trembled violently, and the grip on Wu Gang's hand loosened.

But she couldn't give up yet, so she used the last of her strength to scratch Wu Gang's face.

Wu Gang's face was covered in bloody marks. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the short knife from his right hand, and stabbed it into Shui Zhenshu's chest.

Just then, Shui Zhenshu suddenly raised her head and bit Wu Gang's neck, biting right where he had been bitten before.

Wu Gang trembled with pain, his knife frozen in mid-air.

Shui Zhenshu clenched her teeth tightly, her mouth full of blood. Her eyes were fixed on Wu Gang, filled with resentment and ruthlessness.

Wu Gang quickly adapted to the pain; it was the adrenaline kicking in. He took the short knife in his hand and smashed it against the back of Shui Zhenshu's head.

The dagger pierced through the skull and lodged in the back of the head. Shui Zhenshu's body stiffened for a moment, the strength in her grip on Wu Gang's neck loosened, and her head tilted to one side.

Wu Gang pushed her away, got up from the ground, his neck was still bleeding, and his head was throbbing. He stood there panting for a long time.

He looked down at the water pillow lying on the ground. Her chest was still rising and falling slightly. She hadn't completely stopped breathing, but she was already on the countdown to death.

Wu Gang walked over, picked up the L9A1 Browning pistol from the ground, checked the magazine, and found it was empty.

He picked up his pistol again, and without even looking, the magazine was empty.

He tucked the two guns into his waistband, then squatted down, looking at the water pillow book and at the beautiful woman's unfocused eyes.

Great writers often describe birth and death, the beginning and end of humanity, in great detail.

But Wu Gang, a man of the underworld and a brother in the underworld, knew that the descriptions in literary works were all lies.

Death is just a shudder!

Whether they are emperors and generals, or talented men and beautiful women, they all tremble at this one moment.

After a shiver, he went to see the god in his heart.

The water-pillowed book, lying on the ground, was completely still, with blood all around her.

Wu Gang stood there, looking at the mess in the living room and the pool of blood on the floor, and sighed.

His breathing gradually calmed down, but his wounds were still painful; his face, neck, arms, and waist were covered in injuries.

But he was alive, and he knew that the next person he needed to find was Professor J.

There are cops downstairs; we're in for a tough fight.

"Snapped"

Wu Gang walked into the kitchen and was about to open the refrigerator when he suddenly noticed that the kitchen light was on and the refrigerator's cooling unit had started working, making a buzzing sound.

He opened the refrigerator and found nothing inside except Coca-Cola.

On the shelf above the refrigerator, there was a microwave oven. Wu Gang first opened a can of soda and drank it all in one gulp; the sugar could restore his strength.

In wilderness survival, the best supply is Coca-Cola.

While savoring the taste, Wu Gang continued working, putting three cans of Coca-Cola into the microwave.

Although the microwave oven was bulky at the time, it had all the necessary functions. He closed the microwave oven door, set a ten-minute countdown, and quickly walked out of the kitchen.

The water pillow was still lying on the ground. Wu Gang stopped and looked at the dead pretty girl. After thinking it over, he took a bottle of vodka from the dining table.

He unscrewed the cap and poured all the liquor onto Shui Zhenshu's body. One bottle wasn't enough, so he used two, splashing all the liquor from the cabinet onto the corpse.

After finishing his work, Wu Gang wiped all the fingerprints off the bottle, then took out his cigarette case, picked out a Red Marlboro, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

He took only a couple of puffs before tossing the cigarette butt lightly onto Shui Zhenyue's corpse. The moment the cigarette butt touched the body and the liquor, it burst into blue flames.

"Bridges are bridges, roads are roads. Sooner or later I'll be in this situation too. You go first."

Wu Gang saw Shui Zhenyue engulfed in flames, muttered something, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The lights in the hallway had been turned back on. He quickly slipped into the emergency exit and hurried upstairs.

He went up to the eighth floor and immediately arrived at the door of Professor J's kitchen factory, banging on the door forcefully.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Professor J, sitting in his office, put down the microphone, listened to the rhythmic knocking on the door, and frowned.

Let's talk in person!

Professor J said one sentence, then hung up the phone, stood up, and looked at Shopee: "Go see who it is?"

Shopee, who was standing at the office door, received an order and immediately went to the front door to observe the outside through the peephole.

Wu Gang, who was outside the door, noticed that someone was watching him through the peephole. He immediately took out a small lead box from his pocket, took out the family heirloom from it, and placed it in front of him.

“Give this copper coin to Professor J and tell her that I am the living seal, and that I am from Wuhan Iron and Steel Group.”

The shrimp-boy hiding behind the peephole, seeing that Wu Gang directly pointed out the big boss's name, didn't dare to delay. He opened the observation window, took the heirloom copper coin, and then closed the observation window.

A minute later, the kitchen factory door opened a crack, allowing Wuhan Iron and Steel Group to quickly enter.

"Come in quickly! Don't be so dull and silly." Shrimp Boy waved his hand, letting Wu Gang in.

(End of this chapter)