Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 181 It's almost the 21st century, why are foreigners still playing this weird spy game?
Guo Jinfeng chuckled.

She picked up a fruit knife and began peeling an apple for Zhang Shih-hao.

"Brother Hao, ever since I started following you, I know I made the right choice."

You're certainly ambitious. Could you tell me who you plan to target first?

Zhang Shih-hao slammed the newspaper down on the coffee table, causing a few drops of water to splash out of the tea set on the table.

His eyes gleamed with greed, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on Li Jiacheng's photo in the newspaper.

"Jin Feng, tell me, which tycoon in Hong Kong has the biggest name in recent years?"

"Of course it's Li Jiacheng! People call him Li the Half-City now!"

As she spoke, Guo Jinfeng shook the apple peel stuck in her hand, looked at Zhang Shihao with admiration, and continued.

"I remember you once said that if you were to be kidnapped, you would have to kidnap Li Jiacheng!"

Being appreciated, especially by your loved one, is a truly delightful experience.

Zhang Shih-hao leaned back on the sofa, his hands behind his head: "Jin Feng, after all these years, you're still the one who understands me best."

I've inquired, and every day, a lot of residents from the housing estate gather in front of Li Jiacheng's house to cause trouble.

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, I plan to get this done as soon as possible. Otherwise, once those rioters calm down, the chances won't be so plentiful!"

At this moment, Guo Jinfeng had already peeled the apple. She cut the apple into four pieces, picked up a piece with a fork, and held it to Zhang Shihao's mouth.

He laughed and said, "Brother Hao, but in my opinion, kidnapping the Li family members is fine, but kidnapping Li Jiacheng might not be so clever."

"How do you say this?"

Ever since his wife got him out of prison, Zhang Shih-hao has been completely obedient to Guo Jin-feng, his strategist and wife.

Seeing that Guo Jinfeng had a different opinion, he immediately asked her in confusion.

"If you kidnap him, who will pay the ransom?"
His son, his secretary?

Brother Hao, I already inquired about this back when you said you'd kidnap Li Jiacheng.

Li Ka-shing held full control over Hutchison Whampoa's finances, and large cash withdrawals from major banks required his personal authorization.

"You've kidnapped him; I'm afraid his family might not be able to raise a ransom that satisfies you in a short time!"

The excitement on Zhang Shih-hao's face froze.

He took a bite of the apple, chewed it twice, stared at Guo Jinfeng, and frowned.

"You're right, if we kidnap Li Jiacheng, we won't get the money!"

But since I've finally managed to take action against the Li family, I should at least get ten or eight suns!

Guo Jinfeng's lips curled up slightly: "Brother Hao, money is just a number to the Li family."

I've already thought it all out for you. Li Jiacheng has two sons. His eldest son has been sent to London to manage emerging industries in the UK.

The second son, Li Zeju, has recently been managing his local real estate business on Hong Kong Island, while Li Jiacheng has been staying home to avoid trouble.

The time of wealthy people is very valuable; Hutchison Whampoa has a lot of business passing through its hands every day.

Even if Li Jiacheng doesn't care about his son, shouldn't he at least consider the businesses under his control?

"Jin Feng, you really know me inside and out!"
"That's right, that's what I think too!"

Zhang Shih-hao couldn't help but get excited. He put his arm around Guo Jin-feng's waist, and the two smiled at each other. The confidence unique to 'doers' was evident on their faces.

……

Inside the Police Headquarters building, Lu Minghua is facing pressure from the Governor's House.

Michael, Wei Yixin's private secretary, stood in front of Lu Minghua's desk, impatiently tapping his fingers on the surface.

"Director Lu, I'll repeat it to you again."

Man is a special agent protected by the British government, and all his actions in Hong Kong are protected by foreign affairs immunity.

He was in Hong Kong Island to conduct security drills for the Hong Kong government; it was just a drill that day, and it's all a misunderstanding!

Lu Minghua remained calm, his hands clasped on the table.

“Mr. Michael, but the statement that Wenlu gave us personally admitted that he was assigned to carry out the murder of He Yaozong.”

"Suspected attempted murder, and now they want to overturn the case? How are we, the police force, supposed to explain this to the public?!"

"program?"

Michael sneered and took a document out of his briefcase.

"This is a formal note from London. Mr. Wen is a military advisor who came to Hong Kong to conduct counter-terrorism drills. I reiterate that the 'assassination' that day was just a drill!"
What you call 'evidence' is nothing more than blank rounds used in an exercise.

Lu Minghua took the document and quickly glanced through it.

He had already realized something; if nothing unexpected had happened, the gun Wen used should have already been switched at the evidence department.

Hong Kong Island is still under British control, after all!

With a long sigh, Lu Minghua's eyes sharpened.

“Mr. Michael, if Mr. Wilson wants, he can arrange for ten copies to be made in London overnight!”
Please convey to Mr. Wilson that if he truly disregards the rule of law that Hong Kong Island has cultivated for so many years, then I have nothing more to say!

Michael lowered his voice as well: "Inspector Luk, embarrassing the Governor's House is embarrassing yourself!"

The Governor of Hong Kong has always supported Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong. I hope that if you don't consider the Governor's interests, you should consider your own!

Anyone else would have tried to avoid this case, so why are you insisting on taking it on?

Lu Minghua wouldn't listen to reason, so Michael simply laid his cards on the table.

If Lu Minghua continues to be 'stubborn and unrepentant,' then before Wei Yixin is implicated, he will definitely remove Lu Minghua from his position as Commissioner of Police.

The air in the office seemed to freeze.

Lu Minghua remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Alright, then I'll give Mr. Wei Yixin some face."

However, it's clearly impossible for our police force to release him through normal procedures; Wen can only be considered a fugitive!

Michael's expression relaxed: "Please tell me your opinion in detail, Sir Lu."

"Simple. At 3:30 pm, I will arrange for someone from the CID to take Wen to the Harbour Centre to identify the scene."

I'll arrange for CID agents to create an opportunity for him to escape. Go to his cell later and tell him this plan yourself!

"Inspector Luk, your suggestion is good, but aren't you afraid that your Hong Kong Island Police Force will be disgraced because of it?"

"That's better than lawlessness! Don't you think so, Mr. Michael?!"

After a brief exchange of glances, Michael finally gave in.

“Okay, but we must ensure Mr. Wen’s safety.”

"Of course!"

Lu Minghua responded with great displeasure, and then picked up the internal phone on the table without any hesitation.

He dialed a number and spoke immediately.

"Inspector Li, get ready. At 3 PM, take Wen to the 32nd floor of the Harbour Centre for crime scene identification!"

……

At 3 p.m., sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 32nd floor of the Harbour Centre.

When Wen was escorted in by two police officers, his wrist was still wrapped in bandages—the wound left by Li Zhongzhi's gunshot.

"right here!"

Li Zhongzhi pointed to the spot in front of the window: "Was this the spot where you set up your sniper rifle and aimed at the conference room in the Chongguang Building across the street?"

Wen nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, but I've already explained that it was a prop gun used in the exercise!"

"You recanted your testimony quite quickly! Then tell me, why did you confess in the first place that the Hong Kong Island Chamber of Commerce hired someone to kill Ho Yiu-chung?"

"I drank too much that day and my mind wasn't quite clear."

Ever since Michael passed him the message in the cell, Wen has become emboldened.

He knew that everything Li Zhongzhi asked was just a formality, so he didn't even bother to come up with a logical excuse.

"So when we broke into the room, we saw you holding a pistol, preparing to commit suicide. Was that because you were drunk and not thinking clearly?"
What ballistic testing showed that a live bullet penetrated the bulletproof glass?!

Li Zhongzhi sneered, clearly not intending to give up.

This made Wen a little impatient: "What else do you want to ask? Why don't you take me back to the cell and ask me slowly?!"

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the office.

Then came several loud bangs, as if someone had knocked over the filing cabinet.

"what's the situation?"

Li Zhongzhi turned around alertly, his hand on the holster.

A police officer rushed in, panicked: "Officer Li, reporters have barged in! They want to interview about this case!"

"Stop them!"

Li Zhongzhi shouted sternly, then said to another officer, "Keep an eye on him, I'll handle this."

Just as Li Zhongzhi left, a glint of light flashed in Wen's eyes.

He slammed his shoulder into the officer next to him and kicked over a chair.

The police officer was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Wen took the opportunity to rush towards the fire escape.

"Stop!" The police officer got up and chased after him, but was stopped at the door by several "reporters" who suddenly rushed out.

"Officer, is this assassination attempt a political conspiracy?"

"There are rumors that the killer is a British agent. What is the police's response?"

In the chaos, Wen disappeared into the fire escape. He didn't notice that a black van had been waiting for some time in the alley below.

Wen rushed out of the building's back door, cautiously looking around. Only after confirming that no police were chasing him did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"What a joke! Why didn't they just drop me on the way here and say I ran away? That would have been much better!"

Shaking his head, Wen was about to go find the pick-up car arranged by Martin when the side door of the van suddenly slid open, and two burly men wearing hoods jumped out and grabbed Wen from either side.

"who are you?"

Wen struggled, his specially trained body instinctively making counter-attack movements, but his opponent was obviously also a professional, and he had a penetrating wound on his wrist.

His opponent struck him in the abdomen with just one elbow, instantly rendering him unable to resist.

"be honest!"

One of them growled, and then a handkerchief soaked in anesthetic was placed over Wen's mouth and nose.

A few seconds later, Wen's body went limp and he was quickly dragged into the van.

The car doors closed, and it silently drove into traffic without attracting anyone's attention.

The van drove through Kowloon City District and finally entered Kwai Chung Container Terminal 7.

Wen was dragged into an air-conditioned room. The people who brought him in did not say a word and tied him to an iron chair.

……

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he slowly regained consciousness, he found a man in a smart suit standing in front of him.

"Do you still know me?"

He Yaozong's smiling face made Wen feel a chill run down his spine.

The treatment he received when he fell into the hands of the police was completely different from the treatment he received when he fell into the hands of He Yaozong. Just thinking about the interrogation techniques that MI6 had taught him made Wen feel like he had no will to live.

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a British citizen, and this is illegal detention!

"What the hell! A British citizen came to Hong Kong Island to snipe at me?"

He Yaozong leaned down and stared into Wen's eyes at close range: "I know that everyone in your MI6 is tough, but I like to torture tough guys!"

You may not know this, but so far, no one I've sent into this air-conditioned room has ever come out alive.

Answer a few questions for me, and I might make your departure easier!

Wen remained silent, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

"My first question is, what is your real name, and how did you join MI6?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

Unsurprisingly, Wen still wanted to try and stick to his stubbornness.

He Yaozong revealed a dangerous smile and glanced at his watch.

"It's 7:05 PM now. You're an MI6 agent, so I think you can hold out for quite a while."

I'll come here again around 1 a.m.

I hope that when I see you again, you'll still be so stubborn!

As He Yaozong finished speaking, the iron door of the cold storage room was slammed open.

Qiu Gang'ao walked to He Yaozong's side with a cold face.

"A graduate of Wong Chuk Hang, a top student who once trained at Scotland Yard, I don't know if he's your senior or junior."

"Give them a good welcome later. As long as they don't die, you can do whatever you want with them!"

After He Yaozong finished explaining, Qiu Gang'ao nodded solemnly.

Then, under Wen's panicked gaze, He Yaozong left, and the sound of the heavy iron door closing echoed again in the air-conditioned room!
……

At 10:30 p.m., Qiu Gang'ao called to tell him that Wen had completely given in.

This guy's bones aren't as hard as he thought. Qiu Gang'ao just said that this guy only wants to die quickly now and has no other thoughts.

Back at the Kwai Chung warehouse, inside the cold storage, Wen, sitting on the iron chair, already looked dazed.

"Name!"

He Yaozong didn't waste any words and immediately began his questioning.

"Wen Jiasheng!"

When did you join MI6?

"Seven years ago, while training at Scotland Yard, I was spotted by Lieutenant Martin, who was then in MI6, and joined MI6."

What position does Martin hold now?

Wen Jiasheng began to hesitate, but when he caught a glimpse of Qiu Gang'ao's terrifying gaze, he couldn't help but shudder.

He Yaozong waved to Qiu Gang'ao.

“A’ao, light him a cigarette and let him talk slowly.”

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As Qiu Gang'ao lit a Marlboro in Wen Jiasheng's mouth, an epic burst of flavor filled Wen Jiasheng's lungs, and he felt all his defenses completely crumble.

"Martin is currently the head of the Far East Division of MI6, with the rank of major, mainly responsible for some areas on Hong Kong Island..."

"Keep talking!"

"Some intelligence gathering work, and the planning and arrangements for Hong Kong Island after 1997!"

"Isn't this the job of the political department?"

"The Political Department is also the liaison unit of the Far East Science and Technology Department! They are the ones who operate overtly, while the Far East Science and Technology Department operates covertly!"

He Yaozong couldn't help but become interested.

"Tell me, what exactly is this method of dividing tasks between the light and dark sides?"

Wen Jiasheng's lips twitched slightly, then he moved closer to Qiu Gang'ao's hand holding the cigarette butt and took another deep drag.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, he leisurely looked up at He Yaozong.

"Mr. He, if I tell you all this, can you grant me one request?"

"What are your requirements?!"

"I know that I'm working for the British, and I don't even have the right to be a Chinese anymore!"

I only hope that after I die, you can bury my ashes in Cemetery Hill, next to the second grave from the left in the third row of Cemetery No. 2.

Where my mother's ashes are buried, I couldn't be filial to her while she was alive, but I want to be filial after she's gone..."

"Do you know that you might be thrown into the sea to feed the fish, and not even your ashes will be left?"

Before Wen Jiasheng could finish speaking, He Yaozong interrupted him.

This inevitably drove Wen Jiasheng to utter despair.

In fact, he never gave up hope of survival. MI6 had taught him how to survive in various desperate situations, including how to understand a person's psychology.

He is now demonstrating his value to He Yaozong, making him believe that he has come to his senses and can say some things half-truthfully, and then cooperate with He Yaozong to act as an inside agent for MI6.

But he didn't expect that Ho Yiu-chung would see through his tricks so easily, saying that he wouldn't even leave him his ashes.

The only condition He Yaozong set for himself was that he wouldn't have to suffer so much!
"Don't try to fool me with unrealistic things. You've already seen the skills of the brother standing next to me."

He's a highly educated student who received training from Westerners. If you dare lie to me, you won't even have a chance to beg for death!

He Yaozong's words caused Wen Jiasheng's gaze to gradually turn sorrowful. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke.

“I said… previously the Political Department was responsible for winning over some Chinese businesses and Hong Kong community groups.”

Their plan was to re-emerge and advocate democracy on Hong Kong Island after the British left… They intended to disrupt order on Hong Kong Island to demonstrate that it was utterly impossible for Hong Kong to remain under British rule.

"And what about your Far East Institute of Science and Technology?!"

"The Far East Division's responsibilities are much simpler. When they encounter some people who can influence certain situations in Hong Kong but are stubborn and cannot be won over, the Far East Division needs to step in to eliminate the potential troubles."

Most importantly, the Far East Branch has deployed a large number of undercover agents in Hong Kong. These individuals will play a crucial role in the future development of Hong Kong's civilization... and in activities that will change the situation on Hong Kong!

After saying that, Wen Jiasheng reached out to take a cigarette from Qiu Gang'ao's hand, but He Yaozong snatched it away and shoved it into Wen Jiasheng's face, extinguishing it.

A wisp of smoke rose up, causing Wen Jiasheng to stagger backward in pain.

"Damn it, it's almost the 21st century, what kind of spy war are these foreigners still playing in Hong Kong?"

He Yaozong threw away the extinguished cigarette butt and spoke again.

"This time, consider it my way of repaying you for that shot you fired at me."

I've changed my mind. You have a chance to live; it's up to you whether you cherish it or not!

Wen Jiasheng's eyes lit up, and for a moment he felt no pain from the burns on his face.

"Mr. He, given my status, I have absolutely no right to see that list!"

"You're quite clever, knowing that this list is your only hope for survival. No wonder Martin chose you to be an MI6 agent in the first place!"

He Yaozong smiled lightly and said immediately.

"However, I still want to congratulate you. You are the first person to enter this air-conditioned room and leave alive for the time being."

"A'ao, take him to Bijia Mountain and lock him in the wine cellar below your housing area for now. I have some things I need to ask him slowly!"

Hope in dire straits is like a person dying of thirst in the desert seeing a bright spring at their feet.

He couldn't figure out what He Yaozong was trying to do, or whether he was lying to him.

But at least for now, he's survived, hasn't he?
(End of this chapter)