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

Chapter 190 Far East Science: Let them see what a real decapitation is!

Hong Kong Island time, 6:25 PM.

A light vessel departed from Kwai Chung Container Terminal, bound for Thailand, to escort a large, sealed safe to Maharat Pier in Bangkok.

As arranged by He Yaozong, Jackson accepted He Yaozong's escort mission.

In his opinion, such a simple task was an insult to his abilities!

"Guys, it wasn't easy for me to get all this equipment on board."

The employer said there might be pirates attacking us at sea. I'd like to ask, what are your thoughts on pirates from the East?

Jackson stood at the bow of the ship, holding the customs inspection list in his hand, and gave a morale-boosting speech to the group of Blackwater mercenaries who had come to Hong Kong Island with him.

The group of mercenaries didn't answer, but burst into laughter in unison.

Indeed, the pirates in Southeast Asian waters are simply not in the same league as the pirates in Africa.

Especially for the mercenaries of Blackwater International, who are elite troops from various countries, these Southeast Asian pirates are nothing more than a rabble.

Its intensity was even less than a simulated training session they conducted at the Blackwater training ground.

The last rays of the setting sun dyed the entire sea surface blood red, while the ships sailed calmly on the water.

No Blackwater employee took the operation seriously; they treated it as a vacation from the Far East.

Thirty hours later, the goods were delivered to Thailand. After the handover procedures were completed, I received a substantial reward from Hengyao Security, bringing this pleasant vacation to a close.

As dusk approached, Jackson Kraus leaned against the bow railing, his eyes behind his sunglasses scanning the sea like radar.

He was chewing gum, and as the team leader, he seemed quite dutiful.

"Attention, location confirmed: Suspicious heat source detected at 114°32'E, 21°45'N, 3 o'clock position!"

A cold smile crept onto Jackson's lips as his right hand unconsciously reached for the custom-made pistol at his waist.

Twelve nautical miles away, a hovercraft is cutting through the waves at an astonishing speed of 35 knots.

Five of MI6 Far East Division’s most elite agents, fully armed, led the team. Major Carl Howard removed his night vision goggles, his grey-blue eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"Target speed 15 knots, expected to enter the Crocodile Reef area in 7 minutes."

He issued the order into the encrypted communicator: "Proceed as planned. Remember, make it look like a pirate attack!"

"Lieutenant Karl, aren't we pirates?"

The voices of the team members jokingly came through the headset, clearly indicating that the members of Far East Science and Technology did not take this operation seriously.

"Even if we're pirates, we're well-equipped pirates!"

Carl responded expressionlessly into his headset, then muted it, preparing to take a deep breath before taking action.

Buck Williams grinned as he inspected the RPG-7 rocket launcher on his shoulder; the armor-piercing rounds gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

"Let these Asians know what real pirates are like."

He licked his chapped lips, revealing a mouthful of smoky black teeth.

Explosives expert Tom Lane is adjusting an underwater breathing apparatus, his tactical vest covered with C4 explosives.

According to Martin's plan, even if he's playing a pirate tonight, he must make sure he doesn't slip up at all.

Having obtained the safe that He Yaozong had placed on the ship, he would strive to sink that ship in the turbulent Pacific Ocean as well!

As the last rays of sunlight sank below the horizon, the hovercraft suddenly accelerated.

Five agents simultaneously donned black masks with skull patterns printed on them.

"action!"

With Karl's command, the hovercraft shot towards the armored ship like an arrow.

Just as the distance closed to 5 nautical miles, the three million-lumen searchlights on the side of Martin's ship suddenly lit up simultaneously. The blinding white light pierced the night like a sword, illuminating the hovercraft with nowhere to hide.

In the bright light, Jackson's teasing voice came through the loudspeaker: "Good evening, gentlemen pirates. So eager to join our party?"

Karl on the hovercraft frowned slightly; the accent on the other ship seemed a bit off!
"boom!"

A crisp sniper shot pierced the night sky. The hovercraft helmsman's head exploded like a watermelon, his red and white brain matter splattering across the entire cockpit dashboard.

Marcus, the Blackwater sniper hidden behind the smokestack of the armored ship, whistled; his sniper rifle was still emitting smoke.

"First."

He held the sniper rifle, spoke softly into the communicator, his finger already on the trigger for the second bullet.

The remaining four agents immediately deployed into tactical formation.

Carl rolled over and hid behind the hovercraft's engine room, but suddenly felt a piercing pain in his right leg. Looking down, he saw that a sharp harpoon had pierced through his thigh muscle, and blood was gushing out.

Carl was horrified. He realized that there were frogmen on the opposite ship who were skilled in naval warfare!

But how could such a person exist within Hengyao Security?!

"There's something underwater—"

Before he could finish his warning, a second steel fork shot out from the sea like a venomous snake, piercing his throat with pinpoint accuracy.

Blood splattered on the deck of the hovercraft, turning an eerie orange-red under the searchlights.

"You son of a bitch, I'll do it!"

It must be said that although the Far East Science agents were not good at water combat, they were still very disciplined.

After Carl's death, the task force did not become undisciplined; on the contrary, the remaining members still intended to continue the mission assigned by Martin.

Meanwhile, explosives expert Tom had already quietly dived underwater.

He moved with the agility of a shark, swimming toward the engine room of the armored ship.

After attaching the C4 explosive to the hull, he immediately pressed the detonator, only to find that there was no response.

"what happened?"

He frantically checked the circuit, but then he heard the sound of water churning behind him.

"Are you looking for this?"

A hoarse voice came from the darkness.

Tom turned around in horror and saw a huge man with a face full of scars leisurely playing with a detonator that had been taken apart.

The scarred giant grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth: "Your lousy demolition skills are still stuck in World War II!"

Just as Tom was about to draw his gun, his opponent threw a tactical knife with astonishing speed, the sharp blade piercing Tom's right wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

Immediately afterwards, an elbow strike landed heavily on his temple, and Tom's vision went black as he lost consciousness.

The battle on the sea had reached a fever pitch, with the two remaining agents firing back-to-back, bullets scattering sparks on the armored plating of the money transport ship.

Suddenly, all the container doors on the deck of the armored ship opened, and several armed speedboats shot into the sea like arrows.

Each speedboat was equipped with a machine gun, and the Blackwater team members, wearing night vision goggles and whistling flippantly, surrounded them in a fan shape.

At this point, the Far East agents on the hovercraft were completely panicked.

It wasn't the superior equipment they had that surprised me, but rather the professionalism they displayed, which was as skillful as that of a highly trained special forces unit.

This is definitely not the kind of performance a security company that has been established for less than two months could deliver.

"Game over, gentlemen!"

Jackson stood at the bow of the boat, a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

The rocket roared out, trailing a dazzling plume of flame, and accurately struck the hovercraft's fuel tank.

boom--

With a deafening roar, a towering flame illuminated the surrounding sea for miles around, and the burning wreckage plummeted into the deep sea like a meteor.

The scarred man dragged the unconscious Tom to the surface and threw him onto the deck like a sack of potatoes.

"This is the only survivor!"

He wiped the seawater off his face, revealing a ferocious smile: "But it's a bit strange, how come there are British pirates in Asian waters?"

Jackson walked over, glanced at the blond, blue-eyed Tom, and couldn't help but ask.

How do you know he's British?

"Besides the British, who would tattoo a plate-armored knight on horseback on their chest? It's incredibly tacky!"

Jackson didn't say much, but squatted down to examine the prisoners. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically—

Black blood was seeping from the corner of Tom's mouth, and his pupils were beginning to dilate.

"Fuck! Cyanide capsules!" Jackson roughly pried open the prisoner's mouth, revealing only a few broken molars.

In an instant, he seemed to realize something.

"Damn it, it seems we've been tricked. Hengyao Security didn't have us deal with pirates at all, but with British agents!"

The frogman team member was slightly taken aback: "Is this all the British agents are? Killing them is easier than spearing a fish on the beach!"

Jackson rolled his eyes at the player, but didn't say anything more.

His expression was grave. He then returned to the communications room and used a satellite phone to call He Yaozong.

The call connected quickly, and He Yaozong's calm voice came through the communicator: "How is the situation?"

"There was an attack, but nothing unexpected happened."

Jackson's face darkened: "But the prisoners you want... I'm sorry!"

Even at this moment, Jackson maintained the security company's due respect for its employer. There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a calm response: "As expected. Have you suffered any losses?"

"no!"

"That's good. Congratulations, Mr. Jackson. The fact that you were able to execute an MI6 agent so easily is enough to prove the strength of Blackwater International."

"Let's sail back. There's no need to send the goods to Thailand; the safe only contains a pile of worthless waste paper!"

Jackson took a deep breath: "Sir, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"What's there to explain? Since your Blackwater International is interested in cooperating with me, I believe you should have thoroughly investigated my background."

"I don't get along with the people from MI6, didn't you know that?"

He Yaozong gave a curt reply over the phone, and then the call ended.

Jackson was left standing there dumbfounded, yelling "Fuck!"
At 8:30 p.m., at Far East Tech's temporary office on Hong Kong Island, Victoria Peak.

Martin dared not conceal the deaths of the five elite agents, and could only use the pretext of assassinating He Yaozong to report the news of their deaths to London.

Soon, an urgent, encrypted telegram arrived at Martin's office.

The telegram was concise, consisting of only three lines.

Five elite agents confirmed dead – an unprecedented disgrace for MI6!

[The bureau chief is furious!]

[Solve the objective within 48 hours or submit your resignation and return as a security consultant!!!]

The three-line telegram was even more glaring than the telegram urging Wei Yixin to be dismissed, like a sharp dagger piercing Martin's heart.

Martin crumpled the telegram into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it frantically, as if that would help him digest the humiliation of defeat.

He seemed to hear Wei Yixin's cold laughter echoing in his ears—the governor who had been recalled to London seemed to be smilingly asking him if he wanted to buy return plane tickets together.

"Prepare the car!"

He suddenly kicked over the desk and gave orders to his assistant.

"Notify all dormant agents in Hong Kong to activate immediately!"

Deep inside the filing cabinet, he pulled out a folder labeled 'Top Secret'.

Inside is a structural diagram of the Peninsula Hotel's 28th floor, with each fire exit marked in red.

In the photo, Ho Yao-tsung is smoking on the balcony, with a bright red bullseye drawn on the artery in his neck.

"A security drill? Since it's not feasible to conduct it in the dark..."

Martin laughed nervously: "Then let the whole of Hong Kong Island see what a real decapitation strike is like!"

At 9:30 p.m., He Yaozong stood by the window, a wisp of smoke rising from the cigarette between his fingers.

Inside the suite behind him, Lok Wai-ching was adjusting the DV equipment and the miniature cameras hidden throughout the room.

"Mr. He, I don't quite understand. These things are only used by paparazzi who secretly photograph celebrities. What exactly is the purpose of having me install these things in the hallway and rooms?"

In response to Lok Wai-ching's question, Ho Yiu-chung simply gave a lazy reply.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can call me Brother Yao from now on!"
Even if I give a dancer a tip at a nightclub, she won't call me Mr. He!

"what?!"

Lok Wai-ching paused for a moment, then quickly replied.

"Sorry, Yao-ge, I'm just used to calling you that..."

"Don't ask so many questions. Go downstairs first."

It'll be more dangerous here later, and then tomorrow when they come to collect your surveillance equipment, you'll have another bombshell story to tell!

"Isn't this a drill? What's so dangerous about it!"

Lok Wai-ching clearly disagreed. After spending these past few days with Ho Yiu-chung, she found the drill quite fun.

No wonder it has created a new ratings miracle on major TV stations.

He Yaozong simply waved his hand: "I hope you can trust me unconditionally, after all, I have never lied to you!"

"Oh well!"

Lok Wai-ching pursed her lips, then stood up, glanced at Ho Yiu-chung, and left the suite.

In the outer corridor, twelve members of Golden Shield Security were inspecting equipment—if those rubber bullets with painted dye could even be called equipment.

Lucien has gone all out this time. To ensure that He Yaozong is not 'beheaded', he even booked the entire 28th floor of the Peninsula Hotel to house the members of Golden Shield Security.

It's become the norm to have guards every three steps; Lucien's goal is to ensure that not even a mosquito can get close to Ho Yiu-chung on the entire 28 floors of the Peninsula Hotel.

Meanwhile, in a blind spot of the Peninsula Hotel's underground parking garage, three black vans quietly pulled up.

The car door slid open, and ten fully armed special agents quickly assembled.

Since the decline of the so-called British Empire, the Far East Institute of Science and Technology has not been well-off.

These dozen or so elite members of the Far East Institute can be considered Martin's last remaining assets.

Martin stood at the forefront, having personally come to the scene to oversee the battle tonight. He was wearing a tactical vest, a rare sight, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"remember!"

His voice was deep and resolute, as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"At all costs, let Ho Yiu-chung die inside the Peninsula Hotel!"

The agents nodded silently, inspecting the silenced pistols and submachine guns.

The elevator stopped on the 27th floor. Going up, however, access to the 28th floor was restricted by Lucien, requiring a special card to stay. These agents, disguised as guests, could only descend this floor together.

They silently made their way up through the fire escape.

The lead agent stopped in front of the fire door on the 28th floor and attached a device the size of a matchbox to the door lock.

Three seconds later, the door lock made a slight clicking sound.

"Breakthrough team, in position!"

A low, somber report came through the headset.

Martin took a deep breath in the parking lot downstairs: "Execute!"

boom--

The fire door was breached, and six agents surged into the corridor like a tidal wave.

Two Golden Shield security personnel on duty were immediately shot in the chest and fell to the ground before they could even draw their training pistols from their waists.

"Hey!!"

Security personnel in the distance of the corridor were horrified. They could clearly hear that these masked men who had broken into the corridor were using real weapons!

Two gunshots, two lives lost!
These agents had a clear objective and didn't waste any words. The response they gave to the security guards was two muffled gunshots.

When they saw that the other side was serious, these security guards lost all their fighting spirit.

Unable to discern the situation, they scattered like birds and beasts, prioritizing their survival above all else!
The alarm suddenly went off, but it was too late.

The agents split into two groups: one blocked off both ends of the corridor, while the other rushed straight to He Yaozong's suite. Explosives experts planted miniature explosives on the door lock, and with a muffled bang, the heavy oak door was blown open.

The agents moved swiftly and rushed into the suite, only to find six Golden Shield security personnel holding training guns, their faces filled with terror.

"Where is He Yaozong?!"

An agent immediately fired a shot at a security guard who was about to draw his weapon, and then questioned him sternly.

The other five were immediately stunned, and one of them stammered in response.

"Mr. He... Mr. He just went downstairs to get a late-night snack..."

The agents' faces turned deathly pale instantly, and they began searching every corner of the room.

Unfortunately, there was no one else in the house.

Meanwhile, Martin, who was in the parking lot, also received the message through his headset.

"Search! Turn the entire floor upside down!"

He roared, his voice trembling slightly.

Just as a group of agents were preparing to evacuate, a burst of gunfire erupted down the corridor—not the muffled thud of silenced weapons, but the roar of assault rifles.

Then came screams and the dull thud of bodies falling to the ground.

"Enemy attack! Our rear has been captured—"

The warning in the headset stopped abruptly.

Martin's lips twitched violently. After tentatively contacting the other group members, he received no response.

The radio signals inside the building were clearly interfered with and completely cut off!
In an instant, his heart sank to the bottom.

Without saying much, Martin took a deep breath and urged his assistant to drive away first.

The final gunshots and screams still echoed in Martin's mind through his earpiece, and his heart ached.

But there was no other way. As the head of the Far East Division of MI6, he could die, but he absolutely could not fall into the hands of the other side under these circumstances.

If the media were to learn that the head of Far East Institute had personally orchestrated a terrorist-like attack on Hong Kong Island, the British Hong Kong government would face utter ruin on the island.

The last rays of the setting sun will fade away in the last corner of Hong Kong Island...

(End of this chapter)