Hong Kong film: Drowned by the Chiang family? I launch a massive attack on Hung Hing.

Of course, these inventories would be paid for by the Hong Kong government in some legal form.

"Wow, Eugene, your experience is amazing. I'm completely sober now."

"Sowers said with a smile."

"Sows, I'm curious about what you told me about your seventeen years as a secret agent. Aren't secret agents supposed to be serious, quiet, and composed? With your personality, shouldn't you have been discovered immediately and executed on the spot by the KGB or some other agency?"

Eugene said with a hint of helplessness.

“Eugene, you know I only act like this with old friends like you. Since you don’t like it, let’s get down to business.”

Sowers' smile vanished, and he said calmly.

"Sows, tonight, on Hong Kong Island..."

Eugene recounted the events of the evening to Sowers in detail.

"Eugene, you're not kidding me, are you? A gang of thugs broke into our Eagle Nation's military base, killed hundreds of soldiers and officers, and even stole a military transport plane to escape. God, who is the commander of that military base? He should be shot on the spot."

Sowers' eyes were filled with astonishment; he had never heard of such a thing in his life.

“That commander was lucky; he was killed in action and won’t have to go to a military court. But if our Hong Kong government doesn’t handle this well, I think I might have to sit in the middle of the House of Commons during Prime Minister’s Questions next Wednesday and be questioned by both the Conservative and Labour parties.”

Eugene said quietly.

The parliament of Eagle Kingdom is divided into the upper house and the lower house. The members of the upper house are all nobles who have status but no power, while the lower house is the true political center of Eagle Kingdom. All national policies must be discussed and approved by the lower house before they can be implemented.

Eugene mentioned that the Prime Minister's Questions is a regular meeting day in the House of Commons, held every Wednesday in Westminster Hall, on which the Prime Minister and other government officials appear to answer questions from members of parliament.

“Eugene, the Prime Minister will thank you for sharing the burden for him.”

"Sowers said with a smile."

"Sows, we are old friends. For both personal and professional reasons, please help me this time."

Eugene ignored Sowers's teasing remarks and spoke in a very serious tone.

"Eugene, how do you want me to help you?"

Hearing Eugene's serious expression, Sowers's face also became solemn.

“Sows, although Haojiang is very close to Hong Kong Island, our Hong Kong British government has no way of controlling it. I hope you can send some special agents to help us find out the background of those bandits and retrieve the transport plane.”

Eugene spoke slowly, word by word.

"..."

After hearing Eugene's words, Sowers pondered for a few minutes before slowly saying, "Eugene, although you are an old friend of mine, I would love to agree to help you right now, but rules are rules. I must first report this matter to Director Morris and obtain his permission before I can give you an answer."

"Then hurry up, Sowers, time is of the essence."

Eugene immediately said.

A few minutes later.

Sowers picked up the phone again from the one he was talking to Eugene and said, "Eugene, Director Morris has agreed. I'll send a team to Hong Kong Island immediately. They should arrive around 5 a.m.

"Sows, praise be to you, my friend."

A smile finally appeared on Eugene's face.

“Eugene, I’ve done you such a big favor, one box of Havana cigars isn’t enough, you need two.”

Sowers also said with a smile.

"no problem."

Eugene readily agreed.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Eugene, Sowers hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Sowers didn't lie back down on the bed. Instead, he went to the window, looked at the still bustling Singapore night view, and muttered to himself, "We've still invested too few resources in Hong Kong Island."

This time, Eugene's phone call made the two directors of the Singapore office realize that MI6 was relying too much on the work of the Political Department in Hong Kong Island and neglecting its own work. Therefore, Sawers and Morris decided to increase the number of personnel stationed in Hong Kong Island and establish the Hong Kong Island office as soon as possible.

The next morning at 5:20.

A small passenger plane slowly landed at Kai Tak Airport on Hong Kong Island.

As soon as the plane landed, Damon, the official in charge of the Governor's Residence, who had been waiting there, went to greet it.

“Mr. Ferguson? I am Damon, the official in charge of the Governor’s residence. I am here to greet you on the Governor’s orders.”

Damon smiled and said to the bald foreigner in the lead, but unfortunately, his enthusiasm was met with indifference.

"Give me all the information, and also send over the equipment we need immediately. The bandits want the transaction to be completed at 8 o'clock, and at 6:30, take everyone except me to Macau by speedboat."

Harry Ferguson, the most senior clerk in MI6's Singapore office, has always been known for his simple and direct approach to work.

“Yes, Mr. Ferguson, everything is ready for you.”

Clearly, Damon didn't mind Ferguson's cold shoulder.

Soon, it was 8 a.m.

The first ferry from Hong Kong Island to Macau docked at the Macau Ferry Terminal on time.

Just as the ferry docked, the Governor's residence received a call from the bandits.

“There’s a little boy selling newspapers in a plaid shirt at the dock. Have your people go find him and say they want to buy a newspaper for sixteen dollars.”

A cold, indifferent male voice came through the receiver.

One minute later, at the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal.

Ferguson, accompanied by two men carrying suitcases, approached a little boy and said with a smile, "I want to buy a newspaper for sixteen dollars."

Upon hearing Ferguson's words, the little boy immediately bent down, took out a mobile phone from the newspaper basket, and handed it to Ferguson.

"Little friend, who gave you this?"

After taking the mobile phone, Ferguson asked with a smile.

"I don't know him either."

The little boy answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Ferguson smiled and patted the little boy's head, then scratched his head, clearly signaling to his nearby companions.

‘Ring ring ring~’

Just then, Ferguson's mobile phone rang.

"Go to the intersection of Pujiang Road, I'll contact you when you get there."

After Ferguson pressed the answer button, a cold male voice came through.

Then, without giving Ferguson a chance to speak, the man hung up the phone, and a busy tone came through the receiver.

Ferguson touched his collar again, then got into a waiting car and headed to the intersection of Lisboa Road.

For the next two hours, Ferguson and more than a dozen elite MI6 agents were led around the Pearl River Delta like dogs, covering a distance large enough to circle the Pearl River Delta three times.

Even after rigorous training, Ferguson felt he was about to break down.

Upon receiving the call again, Ferguson spoke first, saying, "We've already shown our sincerity. If you're still not sincere, then let's just cancel this deal!"

"Don't be angry, come to Songshan Municipal Park."

The voice on the other end of the receiver was that of the same indifferent man.

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time."

Ferguson's eyes flickered slightly, then he stuck his hand out of the car window and made a gesture.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ferguson, accompanied by two men carrying suitcases, followed the bandits' instructions and entered the Matsuyama Military Tunnel after arriving at the Matsuyama Municipal Park.

This is a military tunnel built by the fruit-toothed people back then. It is interconnected and has more than a dozen exits.

However, with the withdrawal of the Spanish soldiers, this place has been abandoned for almost 20 years.

. ..... .......

After Ferguson entered the tunnel, he shouted, "I'm here! Where are you all?"

At this moment, in Songshan Municipal Park.

A dozen elite agents lay in wait around the park, silently awaiting Ferguson's orders. In Ferguson's pocket was a button; once he pressed it, these agents would immediately be deployed to assist him.

In addition, dozens of police officers from the Macau Police Force were on standby in a more distant location.

The leader was none other than Superintendent An Minghua, who had spent the entire night outside the He family manor in fear.

“Superintendent On, what does the Hong Kong Island side mean? Are they treating our Hou Kong police force like dogs? In just half a morning, they used up enough gasoline to last us half a month on the job.”

One of the police officers complained to An Minghua.

"Damn, it's not like you have to pay anything."

An Minghua rolled his eyes, looking annoyed, thinking to himself, "You're annoying, but I'm annoyed too!"

“Superintendent On, aren’t all the brothers tired? I don’t know when those guys on Hong Kong Island will be finished. Why don’t we go and have some cold noodles first?”

The police officer who was being slapped by Superintendent An didn't seem to care at all and said with a smile.

"Okay, we'll stay here if anything happens."