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

Chapter 191 This is the official certification from the foreigners.

Gunshots at the Peninsula Hotel shattered the night on Hong Kong Island.

When Lucien Howard rushed into the 28th-floor corridor, the stench of blood was already overwhelming.

The bodies of six Golden Shield security personnel lay scattered on the scarlet carpet, bullet holes blooming into hideous black flowers on the snow-white walls.

His leather shoes stepped on a pool of blood that had not yet congealed, making a nauseating, sticky sound.

"Where is He Yaozong?!"

Lucien had lost his mind and for a moment actually thought that Ho Yiu-chung was using the drill as an excuse to make it real, with the aim of destroying Golden Shield Security's last reputation in Hong Kong.

However, he didn't seem to notice that many of the corpses on the ground, killed by He Yaozong's secret guards, were actually white people with blond hair and blue eyes, just like him.

A member of the Golden Shield Security team, who was assisting the police in collecting evidence at the scene, answered with his head down.

"Sir, He Yaozong is at the coffee shop on the 18th floor. He asked me to tell you that he has already ordered coffee for you there!"

Inside the coffee shop on the 18th floor, He Yaozong leaned back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers emitting wisps of smoke.

"Good evening, Mr. Lucien. I regret to inform you that you have suffered a crushing defeat in this exercise."

"Bullshit drill!"

Lucien slammed his hand on the coffee table and stared wide-eyed at He Yaozong.

"Six of my men are dead! Three are seriously injured! Is this what you call a safety drill?"

Are you taking revenge out of personal motives? Huh? Turning a charade into a real one?!

"Using personal grudges for revenge? Isn't our relationship purely one of business competition? When did it become a personal feud?"

He Yaozong took a puff of his cigarette and then spoke.

"I haven't even said anything to you yet. You should thank me for protecting the last bit of face for your Golden Shield Security."

"If it weren't for my capable bodyguards, even more of your men would have died tonight!"

Lucien was stunned, then slumped into his chair.

He took a deep breath and looked at He Yaozong nervously again.

"You knew all along that someone was planning a massive assassination attempt against you, didn't you? And yet you didn't mention it to my colleagues, just to make Golden Shield Security lose face?!"

"I'm crazy about this line!"

He Yaozong was displeased and slammed his hand on the table, his tone becoming increasingly unfriendly.

"Even three-year-old children in the housing estate know that I was attacked by a sniper at Sogo Building!"
How could you, the boss of Golden Shield Security, not know this?

Or is your Golden Shield Security's intelligence work just so childish, or have you, Lucien, treated this from beginning to end merely as a face-saving game?

Lucien was speechless.

As He Yaozong said, from beginning to end, in his eyes, this exercise was merely a means to save face for Golden Shield Security.

As He Yaozong spoke, he threw the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt into the coffee cup in front of him, and then raised his hand to pat Lucien's hand, whose veins were bulging.

"Calm down. In tonight's attack, my men captured a person alive. The CID has taken him away. If you have any questions, you can apply to the police department for a hearing."

I've already spoken with Director Lu Minghua, because I'm worried that you might not be able to accept the truth!
But before that, I think you should pull yourself together and think carefully about how to deal with those reporters outside the hotel.

He Yaozong's words were intriguing, but before Lucien could say anything more, the young man sitting opposite him stood up with a smile.

"By the way, the group you assigned to the fire escape was very professional; they rescued at least three injured people."

After saying this, He Yaozong, surrounded by a group of security guards, was the first to leave the coffee shop.

Outside the Peninsula Hotel, Lok Wai-ching rushed to the front with a microphone in hand, followed by camera crews from at least three television stations.

He Yaozong instantly put on a business-like smile and strode towards the camera: "Dear media friends, Mr. Lu Xin of Golden Shield Security will give you a detailed explanation of tonight's unexpected events!"

Lucien stood there, watching Ho Yiu-chung skillfully manipulate the media narrative, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This man is like a chess player on a chessboard, and all of them are just pieces he can manipulate.

Even so, he still has to thank He Yaozong for saving face for him by handing over the final interpretation of the attack to him.

Forcing himself to stay focused, Lucien walked in front of the camera, his expression sorrowful.

"There's something I'm reluctant to say, but I have to admit: in our contest with Hengyao Security, we suffered a crushing defeat..."

This doesn't mean our Golden Shield Security employees are incompetent; it's my fault as the boss, allowing these criminals who attacked Mr. He to take advantage of the drill and find an opportunity!"

……

Just as Lucien was shifting blame in front of the Peninsula Hotel, someone in the Mid-Levels area of ​​Victoria Peak was in an even worse mood.

Martin's Mercedes screeched to a halt in front of the safe house. He deftly removed his tactical vest, only to find it was already soaked with sweat.

After the operation failed, his first thought was to return to the safe house and destroy all the documents that could be destroyed.

What surprised Martin even more was that in the office of the safe house, Governor Wilson and Chief Secretary Hodgson had been sitting at his desk for a long time, waiting.

Two cups of steaming tea were on the table, the tea bags not yet fully steeped, indicating that the two had not been there for very long.

"Look at our underappreciated Major Martin, he seems a little nervous!"

Wei Yixin spoke coldly, his words dripping with sarcasm as he mocked Huo De.

Huo De remained silent, only chuckled in agreement with Wei Yixin, then picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Martin, who was standing dumbfounded at the door.

"Mr. Martin, would you like a cup of tea to calm your nerves?"

Martin's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze fell on Wei Yixin: "Sir, I can explain this..."

"Explain what?"

Wei Yixin snapped a cigar in half: "Explain how you turned MI6 into a terrorist organization? Or explain how you handed a knife to the mainland?"

He turned around abruptly, the cigar cutter in his hand gleaming coldly: "The mainland is just looking for an excuse to interfere in Hong Kong affairs, and you've delivered yourself right to their doorstep!"

My plans with Hod were going well in Hong Kong, but you, you foolish brute, called London and claimed you could end this farce in the simplest and most brutal way!

Now look what's happened! The civilization that Great Britain has painstakingly cultivated in Hong Kong for decades is about to be destroyed by your own foolish hands!!

Martin's temples throbbed as he recalled Hod's warning when he first arrived in Hong Kong, which he had dismissed as mere political cowardice.

Now he realized that on the chessboard of the Far East, he didn't even have the right to be a pawn.

"I have already instructed the technical department to process all the video footage."

Martin began with difficulty, "The arrested agents have all received counter-interrogation training..."

Wei Yixin suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm: "Dear Martin, I think you've gone mad from making so much money in the Far East all these years!"

As the head of the Far East Division, how could you be completely unaware of the infiltration around you? I think London was being too lenient by ordering your retirement. Someone like you should be sent to the gallows in the Middle Ages!

Wei Yixin was clearly furious. He opened a drawer, threw out a stack of photos, and hurled them at Martin.

"Look at this!!"

Martin's lips twitched, then he picked up the photo from the ground, glanced at it, and his expression became even more horrified.

The photo clearly shows the moment Martin gives instructions to the agents in the parking lot.

The camera angle was tricky; even the watch on his wrist, engraved with the MI6 emblem, was clearly visible.

"This is impossible……"

Martin's voice began to tremble.

Wei Yixin spoke again: "These photos were personally delivered to me by He Yaozong."

In other words, the moment you issued the order to act at the Peninsula Hotel, these photos were developed and sent to me without delay!

Martin, do you know what this means?

Hod spoke up: "A call from London. The Prime Minister demands that the situation be brought under control immediately, and that we should make the necessary sacrifices if necessary."

These words struck Martin like a hammer blow to the chest. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I am willing to take full responsibility!"

After a long silence, Martin's last shred of courage compelled him to utter those words.

His voice was hoarse as he stared blankly at Wei Yixin: "I will issue a statement to the media that this is a personal matter..."

"Idiot! How could MI6 assign an idiot like you to oversee the Far East Division!"

Wei Yixin interrupted sharply: "Your identity is the head of the Far East Section of MI6, and this title represents Great Britain!"
Even if you die, your actions will be held accountable to London!

He irritably loosened his tie: "Now we only have two paths before us—either you figure out a way to quietly resolve this matter, or the Governor's House will play the role of a puppet on Hong Kong Island for the next few years!"

And we are constantly processing what you have brought us.

The office fell into dead silence.

At this moment, Wei Yixin, Huo De, and others couldn't help but miss the once powerful and unshakeable British Empire.

Britain was so powerful back then, why would it need to rack its brains trying to find a solution to such a problem?

Martin's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze toward Wei Yixin was no longer as arrogant as before.

"Governor, please show me the way..."

"I have no way out for you, Martin. You're dead this time!"

Wei Yixin took a puff of his cigar and then spoke.

"However, I will still use my position to actively mediate with the mainland."

Martin, if this matter can be closed here, that would be the best outcome!

"God help me, if this matter doesn't affect the Queen's reputation, I'll have no regrets even if I'm sent to the guillotine." Martin made the sign of the cross on his chest; clearly, he was truly afraid this time.

After issuing the final ultimatum, Wei Yixin was the first to leave the office.

But it's clear that Governor Hod has no intention of leaving yet.

He walked over to Martin and gestured for him to sit down.

“Mr. Martin, in a way, the Governor of Hong Kong and I should thank you.”

If it weren't for your reckless actions, London wouldn't have withdrawn its transfer order against us.

You showed London that if someone else came to Hong Kong Island to do these things, they might not necessarily do them any better than us!

Although he knew it was an insult from Hodgson, Martin had no desire to argue anymore.

As the head of the Far East Science and Technology Department who was unaware that his inner circle had been infiltrated, he had already failed from head to toe and had long lost the confidence to talk to people like Hod.

Hod spoke again: "I only have one thing to tell you: death is not scary, but never let it end up being tried in Hong Kong."

If your trial takes place on Hong Kong Island, you could very well face life imprisonment there, and the shame you bring upon yourself will haunt your cell, never to be dispelled!

After giving a meaningful warning, Hord also left.

Martin was left sitting alone in the office, lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, Martin's assistant knocked on the office door.

"Mr. Martin, a call from Bijia Mountain!"

"Bijia Mountain?!"

Martin suddenly realized that this was He Yaozong's territory.
"What's up!"

"He Yaozong has invited you to his residence to discuss some matters."

In the dead of night, the chirping of insects filled the air at Bijia Mountain.

Martin's Mercedes slowly ascended the winding mountain road. In the rearview mirror, two black sedans without license plates maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

"Sir, there's a roadblock ahead."

The driver suddenly became nervous.

Four heavily armed security personnel stood in the middle of the road, and the burly man in the lead gestured for them to get out of the car for inspection.

Martin didn't say much, but signaled the driver to stop the car. He then got out of the car, spread his arms, and faced the group of security guards, indicating that they could search him.

After a series of cumbersome security procedures, the other party even checked Martin's teeth.

Only after confirming that it was safe did the security guard begin to speak.

"follow me."

After walking along the forest path for about ten minutes, a white villa came into view.

When Martin arrived at He Yaozong's study, he found that the young man looked as energetic as if he had just woken up.

He poured himself some tea while looking at himself with a mocking smile.

Martin found a seat and sat down, speaking calmly.

"Just tell me, what do you want?"

Ho Yiu-chung's hand, as steady as a rock, poured tea: "Two small requests. First, a complete list of Far East Branch personnel who have infiltrated Hong Kong Island."

Martin jumped to his feet, the chair scraping harshly against the wooden floor: "How did you know...?"

He Yaozong took a sip of tea, ignored Martin, and directly extended a second invitation.

"Secondly, I hope to hear of your death before sunrise tomorrow morning."

A gust of mountain wind howled outside the study, and Martin's pupils contracted sharply; he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

It's one thing for Wei Yixin and his ilk to imply that he should atone with his death, but does this enemy, whom he has been longing to get rid of, even deserve to say such things to him?
"who do you think You Are?"

Martin's voice was distorted with anger: "Even the Governor of Hong Kong wouldn't dare speak to me like that!"

He Yaozong pulled a photo out of the paper bag and pushed it over.

In the scene, Martin is distributing silenced pistols to agents, with the license plates of the Governor's House clearly visible in the background.

"half an hour."

He Yaozong glanced at his watch but still ignored Martin.

"If the list is not available, these documents will be divided into three parts."

One copy was sent to the police department, one to major media outlets in Southeast Asia, and one to mainland China!

Martin's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

He suddenly understood why Wei Yixin had said He Yaozong was dangerous—this man understood the rules of the power game too well and knew too well how to exploit his opponents' weaknesses.

"I need to contact London..."

"You think I'm haggling with you?"

The room fell silent again, save for the howling mountain wind outside and the ticking of the quartz clock on the wall.

"Give me a pen and paper!"

After a fierce internal struggle, Martin finally spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.

He Yaozong clapped his hands, and a bodyguard immediately brought him a pen and stationery.

Martin wrote down a phone number: "Call this number and say 'The hurricane has made landfall,' and someone will send over a list."

How can I verify the authenticity of these lists?

"It doesn't matter. You can find out everything by investigating their actions based on the list."

Furthermore, I am already a pawn abandoned by London; these lists will no longer be trusted by them!

Martin took a deep breath, trying to force himself to stay focused, and continued.

"Mr. He, I hope you can recognize your own identity."

This level of matter is beyond the comprehension of a mere businessman. Many things can remain hidden, but by bringing them into the open, while we are certainly embarrassed, dealing with the powerful figures behind you will also be extremely troublesome!

"We've got the list, then we'll wait until you're dead, and nothing will happen!"

He Yaozong nodded to the security guard beside him and said, "Show the guest out!"

……

At 3:15 a.m., in the basement of the safe house on Victoria Peak.

Martin sat in a Louis Vuitton chair with a half-empty bottle of Macallan whiskey and a standard-issue pistol in front of him.

“Sir…” The young assistant stood in the doorway, his eyes red-rimmed, “Perhaps there is another way…”

Martin shook his head and gently stroked the cold barrel of the pistol.

He recalled many things—his graduation ceremony at Cambridge University, the tension of his first mission, the high spirits he felt when he was appointed head of the Far East Division…

All the glory and dreams eventually turned into a heart full of unspeakable bitterness.

"remember!"

Martin's voice was unusually calm: "The greatest tragedy in our line of work is that we live too long."

Brian, even if you stay at Far East Science and Technology University, your future is still bleak. Retire, go back to your hometown. This place isn't worth your continued effort!

Before the assistant could say anything more, Martin waved him away.

"Brian, leave immediately! That's an order!"

The young officer hesitated, but ultimately stood ramrod straight and saluted Martin.

"Yes sir!"

After the heavy wooden door closed, he slowly raised his pistol, the muzzle against his temple feeling cold and solid.

"More than forty years ago, did that man named Adolf also commit suicide in the basement, with the same feelings as me?"

Martin muttered something, and then a resolute gunshot rang out from the basement.

A foreigner from the political department was leaning against the outside wall. When he heard the gunshot, he pushed open the basement door.

Martin lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud. This mediocre agent fired his last shot, aimed at his own head!

Meanwhile, in his suite at the Peninsula Hotel, Ho Yiu-chung was reviewing the list that had just been delivered.

Qiu Gang'ao quietly recorded each name with a video camera. These shadows lurking in various parts of Hong Kong Island will become useless one by one in the future.

“Mr. He, according to the Westerners’ usual practice, these people have lost their value and there’s nothing left for them to use!”

He Yaozong shook his head: "Not necessarily, look at these two names."

Following the direction He Yaozong pointed, Qiu Gang'ao couldn't help but chuckle.

The two names Ho Yiu-chung pointed to were none other than Fat Lai, who had already been sent to Stanley, and Ho Chun-yan, the leader of the Hong Kong Democratic Party.

"Mr. He, do we need to confirm with a list whether these two people are lackeys of the foreigners?"

"It's different, this is official certification from the Imperial Army!"

He Yaozong closed the list and said, "Call Jimmy in Macau for me and tell him to come back."

He said he could go to the mainland to do business!

(End of this chapter)