Hong Kong film: Forever, a killer with amazing skills

If ten of them escape, wouldn't they lose 50 million?

That’s 50 million!

In the past, when they carried out kidnappings in East Asia, they could earn about 20 to 30 million US dollars per kidnapping, which would amount to about 5 to 6 million Hong Kong dollars per person.

Although they have now followed a new boss, this boss is said to be the mastermind behind kidnappings in Hong Kong, and has successfully extorted more than a billion dollars before!

He is a master in their field.

Moreover, I heard that the new boss's goal this time is to extort 50 billion!

It's uncertain how much of that 50 billion will ultimately be received.

But no matter what.

Surely there must be at least 10 billion, right?

When the time comes, they'll be divided up.

Even those of them who are just underlings, each of them should get at least several hundred million, right?

With these hundreds of millions, they'll never have to worry about food or drink again!

Some people don't make a sale for six months, but when they do, they live off it for six months.

And what about them?

He may never make a sale in his entire life, but if he does just this one, he'll never have to worry about food or drink again!

They had all talked about it privately before.

Once I have the money this time, I'll immigrate to Europe.

I heard the girls over there are really open-minded.

With enough money, what kind of foreign woman can't you get your hands on?

Play however you like!

Men are all so vulgar.

What I like are nothing more than cars, money, and women.

They didn't have any grand ideals or pursuits.

All I want is to make money.

Then they could live a happy life where they could have different fun every day.

Inside the stadium, more than twenty masked thugs were spread out, guarding the hundreds of hostages.

at the same time;

On the other side of the school, several masked thugs with sniper rifles were lying in ambush, keeping an eye on the movements of the cops outside.

At the school gate;

Guan Chun had just picked up a megaphone, intending to talk to the thugs at the school.

Before he could even speak, his phone rang in his pocket.

Guan Chun handed the megaphone to his subordinate next to him, then took out his phone and glanced at the number on it.

"Is this a call to urge me to hurry up and save people?"

Guan Chun looked at the incoming call notification on his phone, "Zhou Lihua," and couldn't help but think to himself.

This Mr. Zhou runs a high-end clothing brand in Hong Kong. He owns several high-end clothing brands that are exported to more than 30 countries overseas, and his business is very large.

He's a big shot with assets exceeding 50 or 60 billion.

Guan Chun met the other party at a high-society party.

Don't be fooled by Guan Chun's position as Chief Superintendent and his seemingly high rank and power.

But it's really difficult for an average chief superintendent to befriend someone with a net worth of 50 or 60 billion.

Even if you want to flatter someone, they may not be willing to accept you.

But Guan Chun was different; he had a good wife.

His wife is also a businesswoman, and her business is quite large.

In addition, given Guan Chun's status and position within the police force, the Guan family still holds a certain position in Hong Kong's high society.

After thinking for a moment, Guan Chun answered the phone.

"Old Zhou, I'm already on site. Don't worry too much, I've got this under control, everything's fine!"

Guan Chun put the phone to his ear and spoke directly.

But the next thing Guan Chun heard on the other end of the phone made him pause.

"No, Lao Zhou, are you alright?"

Guan Chun asked with a strange expression.

"Of course I'm fine. Don't ask me what happened, I won't tell you anyway. In short, I owe you a favor this time."

Zhou Lihua said with a hint of helplessness on the other end of the phone.

Guan Chun wasn't stupid; he'd been a policeman for over twenty years. After a little thought, he probably understood the reason.

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver it to you when the person comes out."

After Guan Chun finished speaking, he hung up the phone amidst Zhou Lihua's words of thanks.

"Sir, what happened?"

"I asked Officer Huang, who was standing nearby."

Guan Chun shook his head and stared ahead without saying a word.

Seeing his demeanor, no one around dared to utter a sound.

At this moment, inside the school gymnasium.

The satellite phone that was just ringing suddenly.

The crying clown thug beckoned, and one of his henchmen immediately handed him the phone.

"Zhou Shengjie, release them."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

He hung up immediately after saying that.

The crying clown thug chuckled, put down the satellite phone, and shouted at the group of hostages in front of him, "Which one of you is named Zhou Shengjie?"

Several pairs of eyes in the crowd turned to look at a certain person.

"It wasn't me! I'm not Zhou Shengjie!!"

The boy, startled by the gaze, turned pale and immediately shouted in denial.

"Go, bring it here."

The crying clown thug waved his hand, and two of his henchmen immediately went over and dragged out the kid who vehemently denied being Zhou Shengjie.

"Are you Zhou Shengjie?"

"The crying clown thug asked."

"No! I'm not!!"

Zhou Shengjie shook his head repeatedly.

"Hmph! You, come here!"

The crying clown thug sneered, then pointed at the principal and told him to come over here.

"Big brother, what are your orders?"

The balding, middle-aged principal forced a smile and asked.

"Is he Zhou Shengjie?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged principal glanced at Zhou Shengjie, who was looking at him with a pleading expression, and quickly nodded, saying, "Yes, that's Zhou Shengjie!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shengjie, who was standing to the side, immediately glared at him with resentment.

"You are lying!"

he shouted.

But these masked thugs clearly already knew who was lying.

The middle-aged principal was then reprimanded and forced to retreat. Then the thug wearing the crying clown mask grabbed Zhou Shengjie by the collar, leaned close, and stared into his eyes, saying:

"Kid, you still say you're not Zhou Shengjie?"

Zhou Shengjie hated the principal to the core right now. It was all his fault. If he had said that he wasn't Zhou Shengjie, he would definitely be fine now.

of course!

He also resented the thugs in front of him.

But he didn't dare show it.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy." The clown thug chuckled, patted his cheek, and said, "Congratulations, your old man loves you. Now you can get lost!"

He suddenly shoved the kid to the ground.

Zhou Shengjie, who had fallen to the ground, was not angry. Instead, he looked at the thug in front of him with a look of wild joy.

"Are you serious?"

"What? Don't want to leave?" the clown thug said with a smile.

"No, no, no! I'll leave right now!"

Zhou Shengjie shook his head repeatedly.

Only a fool wouldn't want to leave!

I thought they were going to arrest me as an example to others, but it turns out my dad had already paid the money!

At this moment, Zhou Shengjie absolutely adored his father.