Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 789, page 379: The Road Trip Drama

Bai Fengxian rushed to the window, clung to the windowsill and looked down, but did not see the fire truck.

"Bai Sir, your four o'clock position."

The sound coming from the earphones made Bai Fengxian look in her four o'clock direction.

At the four o'clock position, there was indeed a red fire truck, its platform was descending, and four people were lying on the platform.

"Choose that star!"

Bai Fengxian cursed and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Block all the roads and don't let these four bastards get away."

"Send someone to the seventh floor to see which scoundrel is messing with the cops."

Beishanzi, who was standing behind Bai Fengxian, heard Bai Fengxian's order and immediately went downstairs to check what was going on on the seventh floor.

Little P, who was having a blast, was still dancing aimlessly in the room, babbling in a language that most people couldn't understand.

Bai Fengxian withdrew her gaze and quickly reported to the command center, informing A-Zai of the situation.

At the temporary command center of Oak International Terminal, Brother A covered his face in anguish, now both targets had been lost.

After five hours of studying the action plan, it can now be declared a failure.

"Search the kitchen factory and find some useful information."

"Let the alarm clocks do the work. Now we're going to catch a fish, big or small."

A-zai mustered his spirits and openly hinted to Bai Fengxian that they had to catch a few unlucky losers.

If this mission fails, everyone can go guard the pond and stew shiitake mushrooms.

"Roger that!"

Bai Fengxian was aware of her current predicament. Now, she had to catch a few fish, big or small, and take them back to report.

Having spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, and still not even managed to demolish a house, Bai Fengxian's future is definitely bleak.

The officers from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) and the Narcotics Bureau (CID) have already begun searching the room, and the Flying Tigers have already pinned the flailing Little P to the ground.

Bai Fengxian took the walkie-talkie, walked out of the room, came to the noisy corridor, chose an empty window, and tuned to a separate encrypted channel.

"Alarm clock, Professor J has run away. They're still chasing him, but there's a good chance he won't catch up."

"Grab that trash and make her talk, at any cost!"

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it!"

Bai Fengxian has run out of cards to play. If that trashy guy just needs to open up and confess, she'll still have room to maneuver.

"Boom."

A loud bang exploded in Bai Fengxian's ears, and she instantly lost her hearing. The whole world went silent, and she looked incredulously toward Professor J's kitchen factory.

The emergency lights in the corridor flashed a cold white light, and plaster was falling off the walls in a flurry.

The entire Shenwei Building was shaking. The factory gate seemed to be gripped by a giant hand, first bulging outward in a ferocious arc, and then cracking open with a "crash".

An orange-red fireball, mixed with black ash, shot out, and the resulting heat wave instantly scorched the corridor.

The ceiling light bulb exploded into pieces with a "crack," and sparks splashed onto Bai Fengxian's sleeve.

It felt like she had been hit on the back with a red-hot iron hammer; her breath caught in her throat, and her lungs felt like they were filled with scalding sand.

His hair was charred and smelled burnt. His body leaned back uncontrollably, his heels hit the metal edge of the window sill, and he fell heavily onto the terrazzo floor.

When the palm brushed against the ground, pebbles embedded themselves in the flesh, and beads of blood immediately seeped out, mixing with dust and sticking to the palm.

But Bai Fengxian had no time to wail. She was tending to her wounds, coughing up choking smoke, digging her fingertips into the cracks in the ground, and using her arms to push herself up.

My knees buckled as soon as they hit the ground; it turned out that I had torn my pants leg when I fell, and blood was flowing down my calf and sticking to my socks.

Bai Fengxian gritted her teeth, looked up at the factory, and saw that the door frame was blackened by the two explosions, with blue smoke and sparks billowing out of the building.

She opened her mouth and kept exhaling, hoping to relieve her tinnitus symptoms as soon as possible.

Bai Fengxian staggered two steps and rushed over. As soon as she stepped inside the door, she was choked by an even stronger smell of burning, which made her squint.

Broken glass was embedded in the wall plaster like countless tiny blades. The metal cabinet that had been against the wall was lying on the ground, its doors hanging crookedly.

The white paper and bottles inside were burned to ashes; the overturned fire extinguisher was covered in white foam on the ground, the foam mixed with blood, leaving a long trail on the ground.

Five or six wounded soldiers were scattered around the room. A man in military uniform lay next to an overturned desk, his left leg bent at an unnatural angle.

He gripped the table legs with both hands, letting out hoarse howls. With each cry, the badge on his chest would sway, the badge already blackened and deformed from the smoke.

Not far from him, a woman in a white shirt was huddled in a corner, one hand tightly covering her forehead, blood trickling down her cheek from between her fingers.

There was also a young man wearing sneakers who was trapped under a broken roof beam, his exposed ankle swollen high.

He stared at the ceiling, his lips trembling, but no sound came out; only tears streamed down his face and behind his ears.

This time they're really tough!
Bai Fengxian's breathing became heavier and heavier. She squatted down and first tried to pry the wooden beam pressing on the young man's legs. Her fingers recoiled as soon as they touched the beam because of the heat.

The wooden beam was still sparking; she wasn't wearing tactical gloves.

The faint sound of alarms could be heard in the distance, mixed with the cries of the wounded and the buzzing of the remaining wires on the wall.

She wiped the dust off her face, staring blankly at the scene before her. This time, she was stubborn!
Having fallen into Professor J's trap and injured so many people, this is bound to make headlines. Arrogant Hao won't protect himself.

After being distraught for half a minute, Bai Fengxian was awakened by the wails of her men. Now was not the time to deliver the message; as the frontline commander, she needed to deal with the aftermath first.

"The eighth floor is under attack! Send reinforcements immediately, call ambulances, call several!"

Bai Fengxian's voice was slightly hoarse, but without the slightest hesitation, she reached out to help the woman who was covering her head.

The man in the jacket standing in the sixth-floor corridor picked at his ear and smiled smugly.

These cops are bastards who are trying to kill him, so he didn't hold back. After picking his ear, he went into the apartment near the stairs.

Now, not even a fly can get out of the Shenwei Building. He needs to hide for a while and leave after everything calms down.

"Yes, sir!"

The alarm clock, which was driving, sighed, took off its headphones, and looked at the Mercedes-Benz sports car five meters in front of it.

Following the wrong leader can be fatal!
Bai Fengxian is such a loser. She talks a big game, but when it comes to actually doing something, she's a complete coward.

Big donkey is absolutely right. That old hag is all show and no substance, good for nothing and not presentable at all.

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer.

But the donkey man said he would handle everything, and hoped that this loser wasn't lying to him.

The alarm clock shook its head, hoping everything could get back on track. It reached for the radio microphone: "Attention all units, get to work!"

"He's a big demolition expert, he must have bodyguards around him, and he must have weapons on his waist."

"be careful!"

"Brother AB, you're a veteran in the CID, we're counting on you this time."

The alarm clock is a liaison officer, not a frontline commander. The CID's AB agents are the real commanders of the arrest operation.

"They're all just running errands and doing odd jobs, helping each other out. If we can get this case sorted out, everyone will get a commendation."

"When the time comes, don't be a stingy person, treat everyone to a good meal."

AB, who was following on the left, joked for a moment, and then gave a serious order: "Group A, act as the firepower vehicle and force the target vehicle to stop."

"Group B, follow up, block the rear of the car, and trap the target vehicle. The rest of you, prepare to make the arrest."

"We're almost at the traffic light. Those bastards in the target car should have noticed us by now."

"Countdown begins: 109751, take action!"

As soon as the word "start" was uttered, AB drove the high-powered sports car provided by the traffic department into the emergency lane, accelerating at full speed to catch up with the Mercedes-Benz sports car in front.

The cars from the other two groups also accelerated at full speed and began to approach.

The high-horsepower sedan provided by the transportation department roared like an enraged lion, its tires leaving two charred tracks on the asphalt road.

AB swerved the steering wheel sharply, the car scraped past a roadside fire hydrant, and as water splashed three feet high, the rearview mirror caught a glimpse of the windshield of the Mercedes-Benz sports car.

Seeing that AB had arrived, a Toyota van behind suddenly accelerated, its front end brushing against the left rear wheel of a Mercedes-Benz sports car.

With a hiss, sparks flew from the two vehicles.

The Mercedes sports car, struck by the impact, shook violently for a moment. Devon, who was driving, quickly gripped the steering wheel to keep the car balanced and prevent it from going out of control.

The stunner was so dizzy from being shaken around that she almost threw up. With difficulty, she pulled the short dog out of her coat pocket, unlocked the safety, and shouted to Devon, "Get out of here!" "If we get through this, great fortune will follow. If we don't, we'll go sell salted duck eggs by the Bridge of Helplessness together."

Upon hearing his boss's words, Devon did not hesitate at all; he slammed on the gas pedal in an attempt to shake him off.

But then a white Honda sedan darted out from the right lane and headed straight for the Mercedes-Benz sports car.

The policeman in the Honda sedan held onto the window sill with one hand and waved to Devon with the other, signaling him to stop.

At this point, they haven't reached the end of their rope yet, and no one will obediently raise their hands in surrender.

Devon gave his answer with action; he turned the steering wheel and crashed directly into the side door of the Honda.

"bang"

With a loud bang, the Honda's door dented. Japanese cars are known for their thin sheet metal, easy handling, standardized parts, fuel efficiency, and low failure rate.

The guy in the Honda CID was knocked back into his seat, and the megaphone in his hand fell onto the asphalt road, where it was crushed to pieces by the car behind.

"They won't listen to reason, so they'll have to suffer the consequences. These punks are getting bolder and bolder, they'll pounce on their mother!"

"Stop those two punks."

AB had been keeping a close eye on the situation on the road, and when he saw Devin's tough stance, the anger in his chest suddenly flared up.

As AB-zai gave the order, a truck sped up from behind, its front end aimed at the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz sports car, and revved the engine.

With a loud crash, the Mercedes-Benz sports car was pushed so high that its rear end lifted up, with the rear wheels half a foot off the ground.

Devon felt a strong push in his back and immediately turned the steering wheel wildly to try to create distance, but the Honda blocked his way again.

The Honda suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel all the way, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground.

The car body was positioned at a 45-degree angle across the middle of the road, exactly two meters in front of the Mercedes.

Upon seeing the roadblock ahead, Devon slammed on the brakes.

In the days before ABS systems were widespread, a tire locked up, leaving a two-meter-long black mark, with the front of the car only a fist's distance from the rear bumper of the Honda.

"Reverse! Reverse quickly!"

When the road ahead was blocked, the trash immediately told Devon to reverse.

Even if the big boss didn't say it, Devon knew he needed to reverse, but before he could even reverse...

The truck behind then accelerated again, crashing into the trunk of the Mercedes sports car with a loud thud. The trunk lid was instantly deformed, and taillight fragments flew everywhere.

The Mercedes-Benz sports car was pushed forward half a meter, its front end directly hitting the side door of the Honda, with the bumpers of the two cars locked together.

The van on the side seized the opportunity, swerving sharply to cut diagonally, its front end precisely hitting the right door of the Mercedes-Benz sports car.

With a "bang," the door of the Mercedes-Benz sports car was dented and the window glass was cracked.

The officers in the three cars immediately opened the car doors and jumped out. Two of the men went to the roof of the Mercedes-Benz sports car.

He slammed his baton into the windshield, and with a loud crash, shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Devon pulled out the short dog from his waist and tried to aim at the cop that appeared directly in front of him.

But just as he pulled the trigger, the driver's side window was smashed with a stick, and a policeman leaned in and grabbed Devon's hand as he tried to fire.

The policeman on the roof of the Mercedes-Benz sports car also jumped off the car, raised his baton, and hit Devon's hand.

"what"

Devon screamed, and the short dog in his hand fell onto the doormat.

The police officers in the back rushed over, opened the car doors, and began to work together.

Everyone here is a seasoned veteran, and they all know what to do in a critical moment. One of them bent down and picked up the short dog.

The other two grabbed Devon's shoulders and arms, forcibly pulling him out of the driver's seat and pinning him to the ground.

The CID's big guy used his knee to press the driver's lower back, pinning him against the car.

Damn it, that trashy sister watched helplessly as her most capable henchman was dragged out, as cleanly and efficiently as a fishmonger catching a soft-shelled fish.

After years of cooking pork, she's long since become weak and ineffective; the short dog in her hand is probably no match for a fire poker.

But one cannot accept one's fate. She grabbed the short dog with both hands, aimed at the cop directly in front of her, and prepared to pull the trigger.

But the swarming cops wouldn't give Trash a chance to turn things around. They yanked the short dog off and dragged Trash out of the passenger seat.

The nearby patrol officers quickly came over to check the situation. Seeing that it was one of their own people handling the case, they immediately cooperated and began to clear the traffic.

Two O-Division officers held lion noses and pressed them against the heads of Trash and Devin to prevent anyone from resisting.

The CID and uniformed guys started searching the car and checking the trunk.

"The trunk is locked!"

One of the CID officers shouted, and another officer immediately pulled out a crowbar from his waist, inserted it into the gap in the deformed trunk, and pried it open with force.

With a "click," the trunk popped open, scattering cardboard boxes all over the floor, revealing rolls of large golden bulls inside.

"Take control of the scene!"

"Hurry up, there's no time to waste."

AB shouted, and the guys immediately divided up the tasks and started working.

The alarm clock glanced around and, seeing that the paparazzi hadn't arrived yet, pulled a small handbag out of the trunk.

Looking at the box full of golden bulls, he smiled smugly, then picked up the box, walked to his car, opened the trunk, and put it inside.

As the temporary commander on the front lines, AB remained silent, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, pretending not to see anything.

"Professor J didn't manage to scratch it, and Inspector Bai gave me a death order to pry open the bastard's mouth."

“I’ll go to the alley next door first. Just pretend you don’t know anything. Wait until I get this damned fellow to sign the tainted witness agreement before you show up.”

"The money in my car, we'll split it in half. I'll take care of my people, and you can take care of yours."

The alarm clock walked up to AB and whispered quickly.

After he finished speaking, seeing that AB didn't react, he waved his hand, signaling the Criminal Intelligence Bureau officers to pull him into a side alley.

AB took the red cigarette off his lips, held it in his hand, glanced at the alley where the alarm clock had gone, and knew that this female fan was in for a rough time.

There's only one way to quickly get these fans to talk, and everyone knows it.

Now it depends on whether this guy knows what's good for him. If he doesn't, he might end up being arrested and escaping.

There are informants following them in every aspect, and Ninth Sister is no exception.

Ninth Sister stayed at the Metropolitan Bar to take care of business all night. As soon as it was light, she went to Lu Yu Tea House to have morning tea with her father.

The suspect entered Lu Yu Tea House, and the police had no way to follow him.

You can enter the Lu Yu Tea Room, but you cannot go up to the private rooms on the second floor, because the second floor is not the Lu Yu Tea Room, but a place for spiritual research.

Everyone in Hong Kong knows that Luk Yu Tea House has a second floor, but public perception and legal outcomes are two completely different things.

However, Ninth Sister did not stay in Lu Yu Tea House for long before leaving through a hidden door on the second floor, going to the apartment building next door, and leaving in a car in the underground parking lot.

Bai He was driving when he checked the cars behind him through the rearview mirror. After confirming that no one was following him, he said, "Boss, there's no tail behind us."

"Should we go pick up Sister J?"

Ninth Sister didn't wear her favorite short skirt and high heels today either. She was dressed in a short outfit, a proper Tang suit for practicing martial arts, and a pair of sneakers.

She didn't hear what Baihe said; she was thinking about the divination her father had given her before he left.

Adding fuel to the fire only increases the smoke, burning down everything in the world.

If you ask about plans and expenditures, it's better to simply let things settle down and not worry about burning things.

The Battle of Red Cliffs is a terrible outcome!

My father explained this divination very clearly: those who are stubborn and self-willed will surely fall into a fire pit!

Deng Qi knew everything about the transaction with the water house, and Ninth Sister didn't hide any details either. After all, there was a spirit in the family, so she had to ask more questions.

The father said that in this deal, Shui Fang was using someone else to do his dirty work, he was taking advantage of the situation, and Biao Jin was just going with the flow.

Everyone has their own agenda, but it's hard to tell who's more cunning.

(End of this chapter)