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

Chapter 182 From the Panmunjom negotiations onward, Britain had no future in Hong Kong!
Back at Bijia Mountain, He Yaozong did not fall asleep.

The interrogation at the wine cellar continued until 1 a.m.

After observing for a period of time, He Yaozong determined that Wen Jiasheng was just an insignificant agent of the Far East Branch. Apart from carrying out some assassination missions, he had no right to contact the core confidential departments.

It's not surprising, really. Someone like him, a Chinese from the lower class, could never be seen as a true core member by Martin.

They were just gloves for doing dirty work. If it weren't for the concern that Wen Jiasheng would leak secrets, these gloves could have been thrown away after use.

Just as He Yaozong was gradually losing interest in Wen Jiasheng, his strong will to survive led him to say these words.

"Mr. He, if you want to get your hands on the list that Martin has, it's not entirely impossible!"
In my opinion, Martin has a fatal weakness—he is extremely greedy!

When it comes to money, his loyalty to the Queen is far less than my loyalty before…

"Oh? Tell me, how exactly is he greedy for money?"

Seeing that He Yaozong had changed his tone, Wen Jiasheng quickly added.

"In recent years, Martin has focused his work on the colony of Hong Kong Island."

But he was more pessimistic than anyone else about the future of Hong Kong Island. I once heard him venting his frustrations to MI5 agents when he was drunk.

At that time, he exclaimed that as early as 53, after the Panmunjom armistice agreement was signed, Britain had no future in Hong Kong!

For someone as outstanding as him to be assigned to work at the Far East Science and Technology Institute is practically no different from being exiled!

Ho Yiu-chung raised an eyebrow slightly: "Then why did he go to such lengths to conduct a series of espionage operations in Hong Kong?"

"That's for making money!"

Wen Jiasheng cleared his throat and continued.

"On the one hand, this was Martin's final act of loyalty to London; on the other hand, Martin was also considering his own future."

As far as I know, over the years he has been using his position to extort money from people on Hong Kong Island who the Special Branch could not win over and who had to be dealt with by MI6.

Mr. Ho, do you know Inspector Yan Xiong, who was a powerful figure in Hong Kong and Kowloon twenty years ago? He was on Martin's blacklist, and in the end, he only managed to save his life by paying money!

"Is there such a thing?"

He Yaozong carefully examined Wen Jiasheng's expression, but couldn't be sure whether the guy was telling the truth or not.

If Martin is truly as greedy as he claims, then things will be much easier.

How can I be sure you're not lying to me?

"Yan Xiong is currently living in seclusion in Bangkok's Chinatown. I can give you his address; you can verify whether it's true or not!"

"Okay! I'll trust you this once."

He Yaozong snapped his fingers, signaling Qiu Gangao to put away the DV camera next to him.

This made Wen Jiasheng breathe a sigh of relief and laugh self-deprecatingly.

“Mr. He, in fact, once I fell into your hands, Martin would no longer trust me at all.”

But I want to live. You can completely believe me. I didn't have a choice before, but if I had a choice, I wouldn't want to be a half-yellow, half-white banana...

"You little rascal, you're pretty smart to have managed to save your life from Mr. He."

But I'm warning you, don't try anything funny. Cherish your chance to live; that's more important than anything else!

Qiu Gang'ao, holding a DV camera, patted Wen Jiasheng on the shoulder, gave him a warning, and then handed the DV camera to He Yaozong.

He Yaozong took the DV camera, glanced at it a few times, and then placed it on a chair to the side.

He interlaced his fingers and looked at Wen Jiasheng.

"Give me Yan Xiong's address, and then rest here for a while tonight."

If you're not lying to me, then your life is saved!

……

At 1:30 a.m., after obtaining Yan Xiong's address, He Yaozong did not stop for a moment and immediately dialed Jiang Tianyang's number.

On the phone, He Yaozong didn't exchange many pleasantries and immediately inquired whether Yan Xiong was living in seclusion in Bangkok's Chinatown.

Jiang Tianyang said that he was currently doing business in Malaysia and that Bangkok's Chinatown was not within his sphere of influence, but he could call Yan Runli to inquire about Yan Xiong's whereabouts.

Less than ten minutes after hanging up, Yan Runli called He Yaozong.

"Mr. He, I heard there's something you need my help with?"

Yan Runli was very proactive. Ever since He Yaozong helped him connect with Po Leung Tong in the United States, although the matter of that batch of weapons had not yet been settled, He Yaozong had already reached a very important position in Yan Runli's mind.

That's just the kind of person he is. The more friends he has, the easier it is to get around. No matter which region's bigwigs he knows, the more he knows, the better!

"Mr. Yan, thank you for calling me in the middle of the night."

"Here's the thing, I'm looking for someone!"

"You're looking for Detective Yan?"

"It seems Mr. Yan really does know where Detective Yan is!"

"I know, but Detective Yan is still my friend."

"Mr. He shouldn't have offended you, right? What's the conflict? Would you mind if I acted as a peacemaker?"

"Mr. Yan is joking. I'm not here to cause him any trouble."

There's something I need to ask him about.

Hearing that He Yaozong hadn't come to cause trouble for Yan Xiong, Yan Runli breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case, I can inquire on Mr. He's behalf."

Mr. He said directly, "I'm going to find him right now!"

……

In Bangkok, outside a mid-range detached house on Charoen Krung Road along the Chao Phraya River, Yan Runli, accompanied by two security guards, stepped out of a black Mercedes-Benz.

I rang the doorbell, and soon a security guard on duty turned on the light at the door.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Yan Runli, a well-known figure in Chinatown, the security guard quickly put his hands together and bowed to Yan Runli.

"It's urgent, please inform Mr. Yan!"

Yan Runli didn't waste any words; his words were full of unquestionable commands.

The security guard didn't dare to be negligent. He quickly opened the door to welcome Yan Runli in, and then scurried inside the detached house to inform Yan Xiong.

Shortly after, the lights in the bedroom of the detached house came on, and a man around sixty years old, with a slightly chubby face and balding hair, wearing a bathrobe, came into the living room.

Upon seeing Yan Runli, he quickly forced a smile.

"Oh! What brings you here so late at night, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Runli reached out and shook hands with Yan Xiong, then glanced at the two security guards.

"You two go outside and wait for me!"

Seeing that Yan Runli had dismissed his men, Yan Xiong didn't dare to put on airs and waved for the security guards on duty to follow him out as well.

He was about to make tea for Yan Runli when Yan Runli waved him off.

"No need, Detective Yan. Actually, I was asked to come and bother you in the middle of the night. I feel really bad about it!"

Yan Xiong's expression froze slightly, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

He sat down next to Yan Runli and asked with concern.

“I’ve been living in seclusion in Thailand for so many years, and I’ve settled all the scores I had in Hong Kong and Kowloon. I don’t think anyone will bother me anymore.”
Mr. Yan, you can't possibly be someone from the Hong Kong ICAC, or someone from Thailand..."

"Detective Yan, you're overthinking it. I'm just here at the request of a friend to verify something with you."

"That's it!"

Yan Xiong's expression immediately improved. He tugged at the collar of his bathrobe and laughed.

"I wonder what Mr. Yan's friend wants to ask me?"

Yan Xiong didn't even bother to ask who Yan Runli's friend was. At his age, he had experienced both glory and hardship.

Now that I'm living under someone else's roof, I know all too well that the less I know, the better. Being able to enjoy my old age in peace is already a very unfortunate thing!
But Yan Runli's next words shocked Yan Xiong.

"My friend asked me to ask you if Martin from MI6's Far East Division ever extorted a huge sum of money from you?"

"This... Mr. Yan, who sent you to ask this question?"

"My friend from Hong Kong Island is called Ho Yiu-chung."

……

Yan Xiong fell into a long silence, a fierce internal struggle raging within him.

As the saying goes, it's hard to leave one's homeland and hard to sever one's ties to one's hometown. Although Yan Xiong can no longer return to Hong Kong Island, it doesn't mean he doesn't care about things on Hong Kong Island!

If one day the Hong Kong government issues a pardon and the ICAC withdraws its warrants against them, he would like to return to Hong Kong Island before he dies and see the Kowloon Peninsula where he once dominated the scene.

Who is Ho Yiu-chung? He is a formidable figure who fought back and forth between the Chinese community in Hong Kong during the new era and the British!
Although Yan Xiong saw this as a clash between mainland forces and British Hong Kong, he asked himself that even when the four detectives were at the height of their power, none of them dared to raise their voices in front of the Governor like Ho Yiu-chung!

This person has abruptly asked me for intelligence about the Far East Section of MI6. Wouldn't that drag me into a political storm that I haven't been in for many years? Yan Xiong was reluctant to answer this question from the bottom of his heart.

However, he was aware of his current situation. If he offended Yan Runli, his protector, his future in Thailand would be uncertain.

Yan Runli noticed Yan Xiong's concerns and immediately spoke up.

"Detective Yan, there's no need to worry. My friend just wants to corroborate some things."

If you truly have some kind of difficulty, I believe my friend will understand!

Yan Xiong sighed softly.

"In fact, Mr. Yan can tell your friend right now that this is true!"

I just need to trouble Mr. Yan to tell that young man that I, Yan Xiong, am old and have passed away!

We weren't even qualified to fight the foreigners back then, so we have even less courage to challenge them now.

I know absolutely nothing else about MI6!

Yan Runli frowned: "Is it inconvenient for Detective Yan to disclose the details?"

"Considering our long-standing friendship, Mr. Yan, please be merciful and spare his life!"

Yan Runli looked at Yan Xiong and found that he only smiled bitterly.

Little did he know that Yan Xiong was not only laughing at his own helplessness, but also at the vicissitudes of fate.

Back when he was a detective in Hong Kong, he had thousands of plainclothes officers under his command. Apart from Lui Lok, he didn't take anyone else in Hong Kong seriously.

So-called underworld bosses like Yan Runli don't even have the right to meet me for a cup of tea.

This time, I have to humble myself before him, beg him to be lenient and let me off the hook. It's all just fate!

Seeing that Yan Xiong was unwilling to say more, Yan Runli did not press the matter further.

She simply got up, smiled at Yan Xiong, apologized for disturbing his rest, and then left Yan Xiong's residence.

At 3:00 AM Hong Kong time, Ho Yiu-chung received a call from Yan Run-li from Thailand.

Upon learning that Yan Xiong had indeed been blackmailed by Martin, He Yaozong immediately spoke into the phone.

"Mr. Yan, I heard that you still haven't sold that batch of weapons you have stockpiled in Africa?"

"Oh! Don't say anymore, Mr. He."

I thought I could rely on the Americans to help me get that batch of weapons, but I never expected that these American arms dealers are even more ruthless than African warlords!

They did nothing but demand half the profits and even asked me to help them connect with arms suppliers in Russia.

I just don't understand. Why would an American arms dealer think of buying weapons from Russia? Aren't those two sworn enemies? Or is the US running out of weapons?!

He Yaozong had no interest in listening to Yan Runli's rambling; he simply stated his own terms.

"Mr. Yan, I'm going to help you with this matter to the very end."

However, I have one condition: if you agree, we might actually be able to make something of ourselves in the arms trade in the future!

Yan Runli immediately became interested: "Mr. He, please explain!"

……

The following morning, He Yaozong brought Qiu Gangao to the wine cellar and woke up Wen Jiasheng, who was still asleep.

With Wen Jiasheng looking puzzled, He Yaozong had Qiu Gangao untie the ropes binding him.

"Mr. He, are you sending me on my way, or..."

"Go back and report to Martin!"

"This……"

Wen Jiasheng was speechless for a moment. He couldn't believe that He Yaozong would really let him go like that.

"However, I have a request. Do you know what a pledge of allegiance is?"

Wen Jiasheng gritted his teeth, then nodded emphatically.

But He Yaozong continued, "Your Major Martin has not given up on assassinating me."

Unfortunately, the agents he sent out were all idiots!
You should know a lieutenant named Bain Lawrence, right?

Wen Jiasheng was startled. This man named Bain was one of the agents who had come to Hong Kong Island with Martin.

He Yaozong even knew his name, which meant that Martin was surrounded by spies arranged by He Yaozong!

It's important to know that although the Far East Branch wasn't exactly an elite unit of MI6, its agents were still highly trained. How exactly did He Yaozong manage to monitor Martin so discreetly?
Thinking of this, Wen Jiasheng's fear of He Yaozong deepened even further.

But he very tactfully replied.

"Mr. He, do you want me to get rid of Bain?"

"Otherwise, how do you think I should trust you?"

He Yaozong pointed to Qiu Gang'ao in front of him and continued.

"Later, I'll go with your senior from Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy to get rid of this guy named Bain."

During the process of doing the task, he will tell you what to do next!

This is the only chance I'm giving you. Now that I have the list, maybe in a few years I can recommend you for a security consultant position at the Security Bureau!

……

At 11:00 AM, in a secret safe house of the Political Department in the mid-mountain area of ​​Taiping Mountain.

Martin was sitting at his desk, reviewing the latest intelligence documents.

His face was grim, clearly dissatisfied with the recent failures of his operations.

Especially after someone came to inform him an hour earlier that Bane's operation had failed and his body had been found at the foot of Victoria Peak, Martin immediately became agitated.

Five minutes ago, Bain's autopsy report came out, revealing that he died from trace amounts of ricin, which was originally intended for Ho Yiu-chung.

"Report, Wen is back."

A subordinate pushed open the door and entered. Martin looked up, somewhat surprised.

"Let him in."

Wen Jiasheng walked into the office, his face showing signs of fatigue and tension.

"Wen, you've been gone for a whole day!"
Can you tell me where you went all day?

Martin glanced coldly at the wounds on his body and immediately added him to his list of untrustworthy individuals.

Wen Jiasheng took a deep breath and answered frankly.

"Sir, I've been taken away by Ho Yiu-chung's men!"

Martin's pupils contracted: "What?!"

But Wen Jiasheng's answer remained firm and resolute: "Their people tortured me in every possible way, but I never revealed any valuable information!"

"very good!"

Martin immediately sneered: "Then can you tell me how you got away?"

Was He Yaozong wary of your status? Or did you escape on your own?!

"No! I used some invalid intelligence that I obtained in Thailand to make a deal with He Yaozong."

"What intelligence?!"

Martin's voice had become sterner than ever before, and for a moment he seemed to have reverted to the domineering instructor he used to be on the training field, bossing them around like new recruits.

Wen Jiasheng straightened his posture and responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

“Sir, back then you sent me to Thailand to carry out a cleanup mission, and I happened to get involved with a Thai gang leader.”

He had access to arms procurement channels, and I recommended this information to He Yaozong, which led to him reaching a deal worth 20 million with the Thais.

Strictly speaking, this doesn't even qualify as intelligence related to the Far East Science and Technology Institute!

Martin's gaze hardened: "He let you go just because of a 20 million deal?"
Don't you think that reason is ridiculous? He Yaozong's land reclamation project in Silvermine Bay alone cost billions!

"Sir, this twenty million is in US dollars! And this is only the initial cooperation he reached with the Thais!"

Wen Jiasheng continued, "Please forgive me for being injured and unable to salute you with my right hand."

If you believe I have betrayed the organization, you may organize a trial right now. I am willing to pay the price for my failed mission!

Upon hearing Wen Jiasheng's explanation, Martin's expression immediately turned strange.

"Wen, you had this kind of channel, why didn't you say so sooner?"
How can this be considered worthless intelligence!

Martin subtly smiled, then stood up and personally pulled out a chair for Wen Jiasheng.

"Sit down and tell me, how did you meet this Thai man?"

(End of this chapter)