Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 91 I've Found You!

Using his pheromone senses, Song Zhaowen realized that Yuan Qingnan hadn't gone far at all; in fact, he was right in front of him.

"Kowloon Walled City ————————" Song Zhaowen muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with cold light. Kowloon Walled City was a place where all sorts of people mingled and no one cared about, so it was indeed a good place to hide.

Song Zhaowen walked to a corner of the office, opened a hidden safe, and took out several items: two Black Star pistols, several fully loaded magazines, several American-made M67 defensive grenades, and a specially made...

Serrated military daggers. These are all "hard-hitting" items obtained through special channels and are rarely used in daily life.

He inspected the weapons one by one and packed them into an inconspicuous sports backpack. His mutated body and Bajiquan were his trump cards, but against an opponent of Yuan Qingnan's caliber and the possibility of East City Gang gunmen, firearms were also a necessary safeguard.

In this battle, Song Zhaowen did not call upon his brothers.

The brothers are good at fighting, but they are no match for the professional gunmen of the East City Gang. Going there would only be futile and increase casualties.

Kowloon Walled City, the largest public housing estate in Hong Kong, is less than five square kilometers in size, yet it is crammed with more than thirty public housing buildings and nearly 50,000 people, making it one of the most densely populated areas in the world.

The area is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with a harsh environment. The buildings are so close together that they are called "handshake buildings." Sunlight rarely reaches the alleyways at the bottom, and the air is always filled with a strange smell of dampness, mold, and a mixture of countless odors.

Electricity is haphazardly strung together like a spider web, water pipes are rusted and leaking, and garbage piles up like mountains. This is an enclave of law and order in Hong Kong, a paradise for illegal immigrants, fugitives, drug addicts, underground workshops, unlicensed dentists, and all sorts of shady businesses.

The village's passageways are intricate and labyrinthine, making it easy for strangers to lose their way. Various gangs, large and small, have their own influence and businesses here, but no single entity truly controls this chaotic place, creating a strange balance.

The police usually only patrol the outskirts of the village and rarely venture inside unless a major murder occurs. There's a set of rules operating here, and violence is the common language.

The darkest and most windy night is perfect for murder!

Deep within the walled city, in a semi-abandoned public housing building.

hum~

A dagger was precisely plunged into a cockroach.

"Damn it! This place, China, is a veritable paradise for bedbugs. Every extra day here is pure torture. Chairman, how much longer are we going to have to wait here?"

Hara Aono sat cross-legged on a worn-out tatami mat, with a cup of sake on a low table in front of him. The room was dilapidated, but he had kept it exceptionally tidy, making it stand out from the dirty and chaotic surroundings.

Hara Aoi picked up his sake and took a sip: "Suffering? Is it more agonizing than me being imprisoned for three months in a sunless cell?"

The subordinate who had just complained was a sharp-looking young man with short hair, codenamed "Falcon." He was an elite member of the East City Gang's action team and one of Yuan Qingnan's trusted confidants. He walked to the wall, pulled out the dagger he had used to kill the cockroach, wiped it with a tissue, and his brow was still furrowed. "Boss," he said, "I'm not complaining. I just feel—it's really stifling that we have to hide in a place like this, like rats. Why don't we just storm in and take down Song Zhaowen!"

"Kill him directly? No, that's too boring. Today's bomb was just an appetizer. Next, I'm going to kill one of his close friends every day, making him live in pain and fear every day, and then I'll harvest him in the end."

"Falcon, although this nest is well-hidden, we still need to set up sentries. I don't want to experience the Flying Tigers sneaking up on us again."

"President, I've already arranged for Night Tiger. You know Night Tiger is the most vigilant among us!"

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Falcon picked up the walkie-talkie and called Night Tiger.

"Night Tiger, report the situation." Falcon pressed the call button and lowered his voice.

There was complete silence on the walkie-talkie, broken only by the faint crackling of electricity.

"Night Tiger?" Falcon frowned and called out again.

There has still been no response.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense. Yuan Qingnan put down his wine glass, his eyes sharp as knives. Tie Hu, who had been wiping his gun in the corner, also stopped and looked warily towards the door and the window. Ling Hou, who was fiddling with the listening equipment, also looked up, his expression tense.

"Something's not right," Tiehu said in a deep voice, grabbing the MP5K submachine gun beside him, loading it, and saying, "Night Tiger may be quiet, but he never doesn't respond. Something's happened."

Falcon's face was grim: "It's only been less than half an hour since the shift change—someone's already come up here? Could it be Song Zhaowen?"

Yuan Qingnan slowly stood up, stretched his neck, and made a soft "crack" sound: "Interesting. It seems this cockroach is even more eager to die than I thought. It actually managed to take down Night Tiger—I underestimated it."

Tiehu checked his equipment and growled, "Guild Master, let me take two men out to check and find that cockroach!"

Yuan Qingnan walked to the only small window in the room and peered out through the crack. Outside was the typical narrow alleyway of the walled city, extremely dark, with only a few scattered lights in the distance, and the silence was somewhat abnormal.

"Falcon, go up to the roof, take the high ground, and use your night vision goggles to observe the surroundings, especially the exterior walls of our building and the neighboring rooftops. Iron Tiger, you guard the stairwell and the door to this room. Monkey, continue monitoring all nearby frequencies, especially police frequencies, and check for any unusual frequencies."

"Hey!" The three of them immediately took their positions.

Hara Aono sat cross-legged, placed his katana horizontally in front of his knees, closed his eyes, and seemed to be regulating his breathing.

At this moment, in the shadows of the exterior wall of the third floor of this semi-abandoned public housing building, Song Zhaowen, like a giant gecko, clung tightly to the filthy and moss-covered wall, almost blending into the darkness. It was from here that he had used his astonishing climbing ability, a result of his mutation, to avoid potential traps and checkpoints on the ground, scaling the exterior wall directly, and silently eliminating the East City Gang gunman codenamed "Night Tiger" who was lurking in the second-floor ventilation duct.

Night Tiger was indeed highly vigilant, but Song Zhaowen's actions were even more secretive, faster, and more ruthless. He delivered a fatal blow to the throat, giving his opponent no chance to react or call for help.

Now, he could clearly sense several strong life forces and faint conversations coming from the room on the fourth floor above him, and his pheromone senses were also pointing in that direction.

Song Zhaowen's lips curled into a slight smile: "The rats have found you. Now it's time for the hunt!"

(As of now, Song Zhaowen has identified the following abilities in the mutated cockroach: ultra-wide-angle vision, low-light vision, dynamic capture vision, pheromone perception, five times the strength, five times the speed, five times the regenerative ability, and stress resistance ten times its own weight; the mutation is continuing to deepen...)