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

The bartender watched the shutter door close and finally let out a long sigh of relief. He clutched his bleeding wound, howled twice, and began to curse, "Damn it, money is hard to earn, and life is tough. I almost lost my life for a few thousand dollars a month. They dare to take any job without even checking what's going on on the other side."

However, once you've taken the money, you have to do the job. Now that he's sold out the other side, given how ruthless these people are, they're bound to cause trouble. If he doesn't notify them, he'll also have to take responsibility. The fact that this organization has survived for over 200 years suggests that its internal management is very disciplined.

He picked up the phone to make a call to let others know, but after pressing a few numbers, he realized something was wrong. Looking down at the phone line next to him, he gently pulled and found a broken section of the phone line right in front of him.

Finished!

It's not that he can't connect the phone line with an injured arm, but damn it, he'll probably bleed to death by the time he gets it connected...

It can't be fixed, not even a little bit.

He pulled out a first-aid kit from the nearby cabinet, skillfully applied a tourniquet to himself, and rushed towards the front door, forcefully kicking the roller shutter door with one hand...

The bartender's back was instantly soaked with sweat. Damn it, the door looks like it was slammed shut from the outside!
How can these Chinese people be so mean!

Swallowing hard, the bartender frantically pounded on the bottom of the roller shutter, making loud 'bang bang bang' noises, hoping a kind passerby would see and rescue him.

As for notifying the other side, he was about to die, so how could he possibly have the ability?

……

Hai Dazhao and his group got into their car and drove off leisurely. As for the other bar, someone had already gone there. Oliveira was a local bigwig, so he knew exactly how mercenary agencies operated. He was just asking the bartender to confirm something.

at the same time.

Hai Dazhi and the others sat in the car. The bar across the street had been open for half an hour, so even if they were late, they should have arrived by now, and they decided not to wait any longer.

He pulled up the mask around his neck, put on the bulletproof vest, checked the gun in his hand, and then rushed out the door.

It was dinnertime, and there were quite a few people on the street. Suddenly seeing a group of fully armed people rush out startled the people around them. Most of them stood there stunned, while a few quick-witted ones turned around and ran away, using streetlights, trash cans, or other objects as cover to peek out.

Who doesn't enjoy watching a spectacle?

Hai Dazhi and his group rushed to the bar entrance, opened the door, and unleashed a stun grenade.

"boom!"

The explosion shattered all the glassware inside the bar, and the group immediately rushed in, killing anyone they saw.

"Da da"

"Da da"

"Da da da da da da-"

"Damn it, leave one alive."

After firing, there was no need to think about conserving bullets. Hai Dazhi held the PKM trigger all the way down, pressed the muzzle, and started firing wildly. He could go all out with the 100-round drum magazine. The bar and the second-floor private rooms were no more than paper in the face of the full power of 7.62 rounds. Thin brick walls could be penetrated with a single shot.

The two men behind them pulled out grenades from their waists and threw them into the warehouse, office, and restroom.

"boom"

"boom"

In just about a minute, the group fired more than 200 bullets and 10 grenades, turning the bar, which covered an area of ​​300 square meters, into a complete wasteland.

After firing the drums until they were out of ammo, Hai Dazhao threw the PKM to the ground and dragged a corpse to write the character 'kill' on the ground!

"Let's go!" Hai Dazhi shouted after everything was settled, and dragged the terrified man outside.

Another person dropped their backpack, opened a small metal box, pulled hard on the red string inside, and the group rushed out.

The car was still running, and it sped off as soon as I stepped on the gas.

It only took two minutes, then I was done and left!
Two minutes later, "BOOM!!!"

The explosion sent debris and trash flying several meters out of the doors and windows, and the windows of many surrounding houses shattered into pieces.

Marseille police arrived quickly. After confirming there was no danger inside the bar, they went in to check. The lead officer frowned; this was troublesome.

"Check if it's a gas explosion."

"It was a gas explosion," the accompanying police officers replied, before cautiously searching inside.

How could these police officers not know what this bar was for? It was precisely because they knew that they understood they had no way to control it.

The mercenary brokerage business has a history of over 200 years in Marseille. During this time, it has experienced everything and now has a very well-established set of rules for survival, namely, to only do the 'brokerage' business.

The employer places an order, the organization provides a list and information of mercenaries for the other party to choose from, and is responsible for communication and financial transactions between the two parties, but that's all.

We operate a mercenary guild, not an assassin guild, and do not provide any assassin brokerage services.

That being said, even government officials are corrupt and accept bribes, let alone an illegal intermediary organization. Members of the organization would secretly use the organization's platform to take on private jobs and do this kind of quick money business, and the mercenaries were also willing to take them on.

The person who took down Shen Bi was also found through this channel.

Most of the time, these private jobs can be completed, since the mercenaries are professionals. Even if the mission fails, it's the mercenaries who die, and the intermediary organizations are not dangerous. But what if they run into a tough opponent...

This kind of retaliation happens every two or three years, and it's almost always done by foreign organizations. What can the Marseille police do?

……

Inside the vehicle, Hai Dazhi held a stun gun to the prisoner's crotch and shoved it in. "Zzz—"

"Goose--)"

"I'll ask, you answer, or I'll burn your jib to a crisp first."

"You guys took a job to kill someone in Hong Kong before. Who was the employer?"

The prisoner was curled up, clutching his crotch, his face contorted in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Will you talk or not!" Hai Dazhi raised the stun gun in his hand, ready to strike.

"do not know……"

"Zi-"

"Huh—)"

"He's a damn tough guy." Hai Dazhi said with a look of contempt. "Come on, let's see if your bones are harder or your pants are harder."

The prisoner's face turned purple with pain, and although he could no longer speak, he still managed to raise one hand with trembling hands.

"What does he mean by that?" Hai Dazhi blinked.

"Could it be a surrender?" another person said uncertainly. "Didn't Brother Yao always say that no one could conquer Paris before the French surrendered?"

"Is it possible that he was electrocuted and couldn't speak after only saying half of what he was saying?" another person said in a low voice.

"Huh?" Hai Dazhi was taken aback, and scratched his head with the handle of the stun gun somewhat awkwardly.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the prisoner had recovered somewhat, he asked, "Who is the employer?"

This time, the prisoner learned to be more discreet. "The employers all use fake names, and we don't ask them anything. The rule is that the employer gives cash and the target's information, and we find someone to do the work."

Hai Dazhi and his companions exchanged glances, confirming their suspicions.

"I don't believe it! Who is it?!" The stun gun slammed into him again.

"Huh—" "Yellow skin or white skin! Judging from the accent, where are you from?"

"Fair skin, speaks in a high-pitched voice, can't tell where he's from."

What if the mission fails?

"The money is paid in full upfront. Failure is not our concern. Someone else has already taken care of the job. Being defeated only means that the employer did not have sufficient information or did not pay enough. We do not provide after-sales service for private jobs."

The group exchanged glances, realizing they wouldn't get anything out of him, so there was no need to keep him around.

A shot to the head rang out. After circling halfway around, the car switched to another vehicle in an alley before finally returning to its residence, which Wang Yaotang had secretly bought without Oliveira's knowledge.

They can't leave yet. Wang Yaotang's order is to stay in Marseille and wait for the next mission. They've been talking to EDF for months, and now that they've sent people over, they should deal with the people who caused the problem.

"Cohen, now that CLP Power has merged with HK Electric, it's already a monopolistic power company in Hong Kong. Can you take down those French guys?" Wang Yaotang asked with a smile.

Eliascohn opened his mouth, "Relationships in the Western world are complicated. There are multiple government departments, media interference, and more rules and regulations than in the East. These oil-stains have been rooted in the Chinese world for many years, and suddenly going to Europe to do business feels very strange..."

“There’s a left-wing populist guy named Mario who’s really hard to deal with.”

“Shouldn’t the leftists be on the same side as us?” Wang Yaotang frowned.

"No, no, no, the Western left and communism are not the same. Although both achieve economic equality through tax reform and wealth redistribution, the people they talk about are only the native French people, not people of other nationalities. In order to ensure employment for native French people, any outflow of high-end technology should be prohibited to ensure that France remains at the top of the industrial chain and uses industrial products to exploit underdeveloped countries."

"Stop, stop, stop." Wang Yaotang waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking. These nonsensical political views give me a headache. Your mother's mouth is full of ideologies, but her heart is full of business. Just throw money at him and settle it!"

“He doesn’t take money,” Eliascohn said with a hint of helplessness.

"He's aloof, he's so great?" Wang Yaotang raised an eyebrow.

"No, he is greedy, but everything he has comes from his political position. What he opposes is not the sale of power generation equipment, but the sale of the latest equipment. He also forbids us from reverse engineering, insists that all managers and technicians be French, and does not allow our people to participate. He also demands that Shajiao B obtain loans from France and then use those loans to purchase equipment from France, even a single screw or a bag of cement. In his words, this is a third-world country begging for French help, and France must ensure that the technology is not leaked while maximizing its own interests, so as not to give the third-world countries any opportunity to exploit it."

"Any rebuttal is a betrayal of France's national interests and makes one a traitor to France."

"He frequently promotes this theory in the media, which is very popular among the French people. This greatly increases the cost and difficulty for us to persuade other guys."

"I'll fuck his mother's ass." Wang Yaotang's face was very ugly. The words of that bastard were really infuriating, and he wished he could get rid of him as soon as possible.

"He thinks France is the only country in the world, and he even buys every screw and every bag of cement from France. What does he take the Chinese for? Some primitive people from Africa?!"

"Our technology won't develop without French products? It's just a matter of switching countries or spending a little more time. Who the hell believes such a ridiculous statement?"

“Some people believe him, of course some people believe him. The French people in France believe him very much. In his speeches, the Chinese are very poor and backward. Most of them still have queues. There are low houses everywhere. People only wear old gray and gray-blue clothes. Everyone has their head down and their faces are full of fear and numbness.” Eliascohn said with a wry smile, “When he is interviewed by the media, he uses clips from Chinese movies as examples. There are videos and photos. How can the people not believe him?”

"That's a fucking movie!" Wang Yaotang exclaimed incredulously. "No, can't you tell? It was filmed for the sake of the plot; it's fake."

"The audience for those art films is too small, their reach is very narrow, and how many people even know about them? Ordinary people wouldn't watch these foreign films; they'd only believe what the guy says."

Wang Yaotang took a deep breath and laughed out loud, "Serves them right for being poor bastards."

"Yes, the masses are ignorant and foolish. They are indeed the foundation of the world's existence, but that cannot cover up the fact that they know nothing. The world is led forward by us elites. It is us elites who create wealth, it is us elites who explore life and philosophy, it is us who study astronomy, geography, physics, and chemistry, and it is us who invent and create new technologies to drive social change. The ignorant and foolish ordinary people only need to follow in our footsteps," Eliascohn said loudly.

"Elite my ass!" Wang Yaotang grabbed the pen in his hand and threw it.

Eliascohn flinched as he was hit, staring at Wang Yaotang in astonishment. "We're all elites, we're on the same level. What are you opposing?"
"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll turn you into animal feed." Wang Yaotang glanced at him coldly. He didn't know how to refute this, so he could only physically eliminate him.

Eliascohn raised his hands in surrender, inwardly cursing Wang Yaotang as a lunatic, while also thinking that he might have been influenced by the Chinese and had no choice but to make this statement.

"Who else opposes the project? Name them all! Stop spouting nonsense. What does societal development have to do with a greasy smudge like you?" Wang Yaotang cursed.

“The biggest opposition is Mario; the others are just echoing him,” Eliascohn said, pursing his lips.

"If I can handle him, can you handle him too?" Wang Yaotang asked bluntly.

“I…” Eliascohn had a lot to say but couldn’t get it out.

Is politics something you can control by killing one person?
If it were that simple, the person sitting on the stage wouldn't be a politician, but a military leader.

"What do you mean 'you'? Speak your mind, or shut up."

“Those people aren’t stupid. Who wouldn’t guess that Mario’s death is related to us?”

Wang Yaotang smiled contemptuously, "Remember this, the weapon of criticism can never replace the criticism of weapons. You just said that ordinary people are brainless, how come you've already forgotten? So many things happen every day, how long can the public remember Mario? A week, a month, or half a year?"

"What, are all those politicians completely loyal to each other? They'll fight us to the death just because Mario is dead?"

Eliascohn was taken aback, then his mind raced and he said with a look of sudden realization, "Boss, you mean we should temporarily abandon public relations and wait until people have forgotten about this?"

Wang Yaotang scoffed, "This is what they call 'the death of the person ends the policy.' In our great China's thousands of years of history, what hasn't happened? There are precedents for this."

"Alright, let the people in France spread the word that headquarters has abandoned French technology and is preparing to choose the Japanese, then we'll all be withdrawn."

"I understand."

Seeing that Wang Yaotang had no further instructions, Eliascohn left, entered the elevator, and let out a long sigh of relief.

They were too...too brutal...

He wiped the sweat from his brow, sensing that if they still couldn't handle the French after Mario was taken down, his own fate might not be so good...

When Kadoorie was alive, he had to obey others; now that Kadoorie is dead, he still has to obey others. Didn't Kadoorie's whole family die in vain?

Compared to Kadoorie, who would never treat me like this, this guy is so rude to me even though we have no superior-subordinate relationship, and the worst part is that I have no one to turn to for help!
The Hong Kong British government was a bunch of useless idiots and bastards!

He vented his frustration by cursing in his heart for a while, but he couldn't just run away. Although he had a powerful father, he was still second only to the emperor. If he really ran away, he would be living in constant fear and wouldn't be able to get by.

Comforting myself with this thought made me feel much better. I should go back and do my job properly.

……

"Tat-tat--"

The fax machine ejected a long string of papers, all of which were personal information of a man named Mario.

Kadoorie has been trying to win over the other party, so they have collected a lot of information, including home address, routine, and other details.

Hai Dazhi initially planned to raid the enemy's house that night and kill them all, but Wang Yaotang cursed him over the phone, "You idiot, even you know it's revenge, can't you be a little less sloppy?"

"The information says that he will give a public speech in eight days. You guys should disguise yourselves and go to the venue separately. Whoever has the chance should shoot."

Hai Dazhi muttered under his breath, "What's the difference..."

"There's a huge difference. This was done by the opposition; it's a political issue. What does it have to do with us?"

"Boss is brilliant! This is what you call strategizing within the command tent and winning a victory a thousand miles away." Hai Dazhi agreed with a grin.

"Stop being so frivolous, I'll have someone send you the wigs for makeup."

In recent years, Wang Yaotang has stopped managing the development of Hongdou, but Hongdou has actually developed very quickly. Its product line is no longer limited to 'sensual lingerie'. It is also leading the way in the toy industry and has even obtained a lot of patents related to silicone.

These patents are not only used for toys; many lifelike human props in the Hong Kong film and television industry are custom-made here.

One week later, in Lyon, France, at the Place de la Park.

A dozen or so policemen were scattered around the square and along the roads on both sides, watching the crowds pour in. One of the guys' personal office's operating funds was to donate to the local police station; otherwise, the police wouldn't cooperate. That's capitalism—everything is about money.

Setting up a stage, arranging audio-visual equipment, and bribing local influential figures to organize people to listen to the speech—all of this requires money to pave the way.

Hai Dazhi and his three companions entered the park square via two different routes, blending in seamlessly into the crowd. (End of Chapter)