Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

The incident occurred not far from police headquarters, and the headquarters was also taken aback when they heard the news.

Is someone planning to shoot Wang Yaotang again?
Wait, why did you say "again"?

Not once, not twice, not three times...

But with this kind of thing happening again, the police are in a bit of a bind.

The main force rushed to the scene and was shocked to see the PKM inside the vehicle. This was too exaggerated. This was something from the battlefield. What grudge could they have?

Oh, it's Wang Yaotang. Then there's no problem.

Those who know the Wang family's reputation know it all; he's the executive vice president of the assassination world!
Respected status.

The scene was cordoned off, photos were taken, evidence was collected, and the body and evidence were taken away. The police at the scene did not ask why there was only one killer and how he could have fired shots while driving.

Can't it be that they're more capable?
After all, in 82, Stallone was already wielding an M60 general-purpose machine gun and shooting all over the place, mostly white people, which was really cool!
They're all seasoned detectives; there's no way they could solve this kind of case. It's clearly a professional killer. They don't even know where the order came from. Can the Royal Canadian Mounted Police even enforce the law abroad?
So many assassination cases involving Lü Zhihe, Shen Bi, and Kadoorie remain unsolved.

Asking someone to do something they can't do!
Just go through the motions and give the media an explanation; as for Wang Yaotang, he can handle the problem himself.

……

The two injured men were immediately taken to a mental hospital and put on the operating table.

Wang Yaotang has donated money to the mental hospital in the past two years and purchased a lot of medical equipment, making the operating room quite well-equipped.

Of course, being a mental hospital, the operating table is different from that of a regular hospital. It is a modified bed used to restrain patients during a mental relapse, and it is very sturdy. There are special restraint devices for the patient's hands, feet, legs, waist, chest, and head.

The two assassins were forcibly pinned down, which terrified them. They struggled frantically and shouted, "I want to see the police! I want to surrender! Let me go!"

“Murder? That carries a heavy sentence. Why would you see the police?”

"I want to be sentenced! I want to be sentenced! I confess!" the two shouted frantically.

"Be good, don't get emotional." Perhaps because he was wearing a mask, or perhaps it was an occupational hazard of a psychiatric hospital doctor, the doctor in the white coat spoke in a flat tone, without any emotion. "Out of humanitarian considerations, we will stop your bleeding and remove the bullet first."

Once secured, a nurse pushed over a cart of surgical instruments, which were placed on top of the person strapped to the operating table, allowing them to see the cold, impersonal equipment out of the corner of their eye.

Various pliers, various scissors, various scalpels, various needles—straight-tipped, curved-tipped, long, short, thick, thin—and the doctor kindly explained to him what each one was for.

"See this? It's curved and used to clamp blood vessels. This big one is used to separate muscle layers. See this hook? It's used to split connective tissue. And this..." A doctor picked up the largest pair of forceps. "If a bullet is stuck inside, I'll use this to pull the bullet out."

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that the bullet might be stuck in some critical area. If amputation is necessary, we'll also prepare a saw." The doctor picked up a hacksaw next to him and gestured with it.

"No, I don't want to! I want to confess! I surrender!" The two assassins were on the verge of a breakdown, their faces covered in tears and snot.

"It's okay, it's normal to be scared. I was scared the first time I performed surgery, afraid that I might cut too much. But the more scared you are, the more problems will occur. I didn't cut well the first time. I cut too small at first, and then I made two more cuts, which resulted in a larger incision. But it's okay, you'll get better with more practice."

The doctor chuckled and said, "My skills are much better now, thanks to the mental patients here who often give me opportunities to practice. But I really have no experience with removing bullets, so thank you."

"No, no, no, you devil, let me go, ahhh—"

"Okay, let's get started."

As the doctor picked up the forceps and inserted them into the thigh to separate the muscle layers and observe the depth of the wound and the condition of the bullet before formulating an operating plan, the excruciating pain caused the assassin to scream in agony.

"Ahhh—anesthesia, anesthetic."

The doctor continued to examine the wound, his hands moving without stopping, but he did explain a few things, "This is a mental hospital. Removing the bullet is a private matter. How can we use anesthesia? These things are limited, and if there's a shortage, it will be investigated."

"Alright, it's just a minor surgery. The pain will pass in a bit. Be strong, you're a warrior, don't let yourself down!"

The assassin was filled with fear and pain; his mind was completely blank, and he couldn't hear anything at all.

The other assassin waiting for surgery was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot, his whole body soaked in sweat. They had been on the battlefield, shooting and killing people, and had seen many corpses, including their comrades. They had seen many severed limbs, dismembered organs and fragments, so they were not afraid at all.

But that was a battlefield!
The situation is different, especially when it happens to you...

“I was just hired. The pub paid me $10, and they provided the guns and the car. They just told us that the target convoy would appear on this road every day, and that we should drive on the road repeatedly around this time, and shoot if we encountered it. We didn’t even know who the target was!”

"I've already said that, I don't know anything else."

The doctor looked up and said, "It's useless for you to tell me this. My mission is to remove the bullets and bandage your wounds without anesthesia. Someone will take you away after the surgery, so you'd better keep quiet now. I'm afraid that if you shout yourself hoarse, you won't be able to explain yourself clearly when you're being interrogated, and then you'll be in big trouble."

After saying that, the doctor continued his work, cutting the wound, stopping the bleeding, opening it up, and using pliers to clamp the deformed bullet and pull it out forcefully...

The assassin was in excruciating pain, roaring but unable to utter a sound.

"Alright, you can suture it now." The doctor stepped back two steps and handed it to the nurse next to him. "Ten times of practice are not as good as suturing on a human body once, and ten times of suturing are not as good as suturing once without anesthesia. It is a great way to improve your skills."

"Thank you, sir," the nurse said cheerfully.

The doctor raised his hand and made a dilation motion, then used his blood-stained hands to pull the cart to another killer, preparing to start the surgery without washing his hands.

"I reckon you're all doomed, so I'm not washing my hands. It's unnecessary; you won't have a chance to cross-infect each other," the doctor kindly explained.

Upon seeing the doctor pick up the bloodstained forceps, the assassin suddenly fainted, only to wake up a few seconds later with a pained cry.

……

"Brother Yao, I understand now."

Sha Ze walked up to Wang Yaotang and said, "There were three attackers in total. They were mercenaries from Marseille. They received the mission at a tavern where mercenaries gathered. The employer gave them 10. After receiving the first 5, they rushed to Hong Kong, bought their own tickets, booked their own hotel, and rented their own car. They picked up their weapons directly from the address given to them before they came. The employer only gave them information about the convoy and ordered them to kill everyone in the Cadillac. They drove back and forth on this road every morning and evening, ambushing us for almost a week."

"No way, they're actually pretty damn dedicated!" Wang Yaotang cursed. "What's the situation in Marseille?"

"I called Oliveira before I came. Marseille has been a transit point for colonial troops since the 19th century. After World War II, during the French-Algerian War, the Foreign Legion and mercenaries gathered in Marseille. The Foreign Legion's recruitment center was in Saint-Nicolas in Marseille, and it was just moved to Aubagne, which is 15 kilometers away, last year. Many retired members join private military companies or independent mercenary organizations in Marseille. It is a port city, which makes it easy for weapons smuggling, intelligence trading and personnel smuggling."

"He said that the French intervention in the Chad war two years ago involved hiring unofficial personnel, all of whom were recruited from Marseille. Another well-known figure, Bob Denard, had his logistics procurement, personnel recruitment, and weapons smuggling all based in Marseille."

Wang Yaotang's lips twitched as he listened. "So, there's no way to find the employer from them at all?"

"Yes."

"What's the point of keeping them? Send them to be made into fish feed." Wang Yaotang was seething with anger. "Take pictures, videos, and Dazhao, arrange for someone to go to Marseille, find that tavern, and show those damned mercenaries what happens when they come to Hong Kong to freeload!"

"Make the tavern reveal the employer's information, or kill them all."

“I understand.” Hai Dazhao nodded.

Wang Yaotang picked up a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and then asked, "Who do you think did it?"

“Li Xiangjiao!” Hai Dazhao said with certainty, “He has scared him so many times, and this time he ruined his acquisition of Hong Kong Electric, so he is holding a grudge and wants revenge.”

“Could it be Jardine Matheson?” Sha Ze offered a different opinion. “They also suffered significant losses this time. The Little Britain Company has extensive connections, which is why they were able to recruit mercenaries from Marseille.”

“In that case, HSBC is more likely,” A-Jie said, frowning. “They have a wider network of connections. Not only did they not get any benefits, but they also gave us a loan of 30 billion for nothing. And there’s also the matter of Simpkiy.”

“Those financial companies are also a possibility; they were just threatened and then something went wrong,” Aji said in a deep voice.

"Have you forgotten about the Israelis?" the four-eyed man reminded him. "They didn't get any benefits, and we even killed several of them and arrested several more. The international organizations lost face so badly. Israel is in the Mediterranean, even closer to Marseille." "And what about Myanmar? Our warships are blocking the entrance," Awei added.

Rio Tinto…

BHP Billiton...

"Those people in Phuket, they're involved in illegal activities..."

"Those people behind Pattaya back then might also be..."

As everyone chimed in with their own comments, Wang Yaotang's face grew increasingly dark.

"stop!"

"Are you guys helping me find the mastermind or listing my crimes? Bah, crimes, I mean achievements, honors, merits!" Wang Yaotang cursed. However, he had indeed done a lot of pioneering things, which made some foreign barbarians hate him quite a bit.

The only problem is that there are too many enemies... and it's impossible to know who the mastermind is for the time being.

"No, I can't get bogged down in this internal strife." Wang Yaotang suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "Here's what we'll do: release the information, make it a little ambiguous, and see how these guys react!"

"You want the mastermind behind this to come out on their own?" the bespectacled guy realized.

"That's right!" Wang Yaotang waved his hand fiercely. "I might not know who wants to kill me, but whoever doesn't come here to prove they have nothing to do with it, that's the damn one who did it!"

The group looked at each other, wondering why they suddenly wanted to laugh.

……

"What? Wang Yaotang was shot? With a machine gun? Great, great, hahaha, is he dead or not? Is he dead or not?" Upon hearing this news, Li Xiangjiao jumped up from his chair with glee, grinning and laughing loudly. "Serves him right, serves him right, he brought this on himself, the wicked will be punished by the wicked!"

"Hahahaha, who did this? Well done! Let's see if he dares to swagger around like this again!"

Li Xiangjiao laughed so hard she almost fell over, but then she suddenly realized something was wrong. She looked up at her secretary and asked, "Why aren't you laughing?"

The secretary forced a smile. "Boss, um, um..."

"What's wrong? Just say what you want to say!" Li Xiangjiao said impatiently.

"There are rumors circulating that you hired these mercenaries to retaliate against Wang Yaotang for his repeated offenses against you." The secretary kept her head down, not daring to look at Li Xiangjiao.

"Gah—" Li Xiangjiao's eyes widened suddenly, his glasses fell off his nose, and he stood there stunned for more than ten seconds before suddenly jumping up and yelling at the top of his lungs, "Bullshit! Who the hell is talking nonsense? Slander! Blatant slander! What does it have to do with me? I fucking... I fucking..."

The secretary glanced at him furtively and quickly lowered her head. "Look at how happy you were just now, I even suspected you were the one who did it."

"Say something! Why won't you say anything!" Li Xiangjiao was really anxious now. She rushed forward and grabbed the secretary's collar. "Someone's trying to harm me! Can't you see they're trying to shift the blame?"

"I can see that, I can see that," the secretary nodded quickly.

Li Xiangjiao was so angry that his lips started to tremble. His mind was in a mess. He had indeed killed Wang Yaotang in his dreams, dozens of times, but damn it, that was just a dream. He was crazy enough to hire someone to do it.

Why would a billionaire with a net worth of billions do something like this when he has so much of a life to enjoy? At worst, he could just stay away from that lunatic and let it affect his enjoyment of wealth and luxury.
It won't affect anything!

Li Xiangjiao paced anxiously back and forth in the house, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. "No, I need to prepare a gift, the best gift ever! Hurry, I need to go visit Wang Yaotang!"

"We are all Chinese, we are all Hong Kongers, we are all of the same blood. No matter who did this, we must stand on the same side and find the mastermind and kill him as a warning to others!"

"Ah, ah, okay, okay." The secretary never expected her boss to say something like that. Aren't you embarrassed?

……

HSBC.

"Wang Yaotang assassinated? Hahahaha—" The HSBC general manager grinned and laughed, "This is the best news I've heard today, no, this year, without exception. I must celebrate this properly."

After saying that, he got up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle, hummed a little tune, poured himself a glass, and savored it slowly, one sip at a time. It was so refreshing!

"General Manager, there are rumors circulating that the assassins we hired from Marseille are the ones we're talking about. What do you think..." The secretary had no choice but to ask.

"puff!"

"Cough cough cough cough—" The HSBC general manager clutched his chest and coughed incessantly. He wiped the red wine from the corner of his mouth and asked in astonishment, "What does this have to do with us!"

“Some people outside say that Wang Yaotang’s actions are retaliation for HSBC’s plan to consolidate its position in Hong Kong after the 97 crisis. They want to kill Wang Yaotang and then take over Hong Kong Electric through a debt-to-equity swap. Now that Hong Kong Electric has merged with CLP Power, if they operate it well, they can also swallow CLP Power in one fell swoop,” the secretary explained.

The HSBC general manager held his head in his hands, looking shocked. The reason was too convincing, especially since it had a very high success rate and could bring enormous benefits, including over 150 billion in assets, and could completely solidify HSBC's position in Hong Kong.

He has only one feeling right now: his heart is fluttering!

No, the HSBC general manager shook his head violently. Putting aside whether HSBC's position could be consolidated, he was afraid he wouldn't live to see tomorrow!

"This is a rumor! It's a rumor!"

"Who spread the news? Was it that bastard Johnson?!"

"It must be him, that damned bug, he's trying to harm me!" The HSBC general manager was so angry his hair stood on end. That Wang guy is a madman, if he believed me he would definitely do something to me!

If I die, will HSBC avenge me?
Obviously impossible!
Shen Bi is a role model!

HSBC has dozens of shareholders; no one would risk everything for a dead person!
"No, no, no, this won't do, absolutely not. Go prepare the gift right now, I need to visit Wang Yaotang, I'll go now."

……

Holding the phone, Yan Fusheng's smile vanished abruptly. His mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a fist, his uvula clearly visible. "You're talking nonsense! What does this have to do with me? I'm crazy enough not to do this!"

"Why are you cursing me! It wasn't me who said it. I was just trying to pass you a message and you're treating me like this!" The person on the other end of the phone was clearly annoyed.

"No, I'm not cursing you. I, I'm cursing that gossipy old woman who spreads rumors. Screw her, what grudge do you have that you want to kill me?!"

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to call the boss." Yan Fusheng abruptly hung up the phone. His shirt back was completely soaked. He really couldn't bear having such a huge burden on his shoulders.

……

"Who said that? What does it have to do with me? Bullshit! We have no grudge against each other. What do you mean Jardine Matheson wants to take back Hong Kong Electric after solving its funding problems, so that Downing Street can control Hong Kong's power supply system? What do those bedbugs in Downing Street have to do with Jardine Matheson!"

"Damn rumor-mongers!"

"I'm going to shove his head up his ass!"

“I have a close relationship with Wang Yaotang. We are sworn brothers. I… I’m going to visit Wang Yaotang right now!” Yihe Morris slammed down the phone and turned to leave.

I clearly didn't do it, I absolutely can't let that guy misunderstand!

If I find out who framed me, I'll kill your whole family!

Damn it, there are bad guys in Hong Kong! (End of Chapter)