Break out of the courtyard

“Ito-sama, five minutes ago, a medium-sized oil tanker docked at the Peace Academy’s small pier, and they are currently unloading boxes from the ship onto the ground.”

A short, thin Japanese man with a small mustache approached the desk and respectfully reported to the middle-aged man behind it who was fiddling with a mouse and keyboard:

"In addition, eight people wearing black cloaks disembarked and then left the Peace College by car, seemingly heading towards Victoria Peak. They are still being tracked."

"Those eight are Americans, ignore them!" the middle-aged man behind the desk replied casually.

The short, thin Japanese man with the mustache hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Ito, the British soldiers and Hong Kong police have sealed off eight of our chemical storage warehouses and arrested our people. I'm afraid tomorrow's operation cannot continue!"

"Yamamoto-kun!" The middle-aged Japanese man surnamed Ito withdrew his hand, leaned back in his executive chair, calmly looked at the short, thin subordinate standing bowing before him, and said indifferently:

"Our mission is to stir up trouble and lure the enemy out. If we don't have chemicals, we can use gasoline and alcohol to create chaos, understand?"

"Hey!" The short, thin Japanese man bowed deeply and said, "Are gasoline and alcohol used to make Molotov cocktails?"

"You can also use the gunpowder from firecrackers or fireworks. As long as we can lure out the Umbrella Corporation's armed forces, our mission will be complete!"

"Hey! I'll arrange for someone to purchase gasoline, alcohol, firecrackers, and fireworks right away!" the short, thin Japanese man replied. He bowed and waited for a moment, and when he didn't hear any other instructions, he looked up at the desk and saw that the other person was focused on the computer monitor again.

Just as the man surnamed Yamamoto was about to leave the office, his superior's voice rang out behind him, "Make arrangements as soon as possible, and we'll try to leave Hong Kong Island by boat before 3 a.m.

Yamamoto, the man from the Japanese island, paused for a moment. He had originally wanted to ask what would happen to his arrested colleagues, but considering his own safety, he abandoned his plan to say more.

After the short, thin man from Japan left and closed the door, the middle-aged man from Japan behind the desk frowned, picked up his phone, and replied to the text message that had just been sent him:

Why are Americans telling us to delay our actions?
What were the identities of the eight Americans who disembarked from the ship?
……

Outside the Yan Wo Yee residential complex on Victoria Peak, Hong Kong Island.

Zhang Heping did not receive Xiao Ke and his party at home, but instead turned on the lights on the flat ground outside the door and arranged some snacks and tea.

Although he didn't go to the entrance of the residential area to greet the visitors, he didn't deliberately put on airs either, after all, Little K is still the head of the United States.

So, after Little Ke and the other American guys were led in by the bodyguards, they saw Zhang Heping standing in the middle of the flat area waiting.

When Xiao Ke and the others approached, Zhang Heping went up to greet them, saying "Welcome!" but inwardly he was somewhat annoyed that they had come so late at night.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry!" Xiao Ke said apologetically, holding Zhang Heping's right hand. "I need to go back as soon as possible after taking my medication tonight, so as not to be discovered by outsiders."

Zhang Heping smiled and replied in hawk language, "Please rest assured, Chief Steward, my medical staff are ready. As long as the money is available, we can administer the Lifespan 120 potion to you at any time."

"However, because you are unwilling to stay in the hospital for observation, you or your secretary need to carefully record the medical instructions to avoid medical disputes later."

Hearing that the medicine could be used at any time, Xiao Ke felt relieved and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, please rest assured that 120 billion RMB has been transferred to your company's account, and the remaining gold is being unloaded from the ship and handed over to your people."

After speaking, Xiao Ke turned to the three frail old men behind him who needed assistance, and began to introduce them to Zhang Heping in a serious manner.

After the group got to know each other, Zhang Heping invited them to sit down at the plastic table.

“Mr. Zhang, I heard that the Japanese and Korean people have hired some mercenaries and are planning to harm you tomorrow!” Little Ke had barely sat down when he betrayed the Japanese. “But please rest assured, I have already had someone issue a stern warning to the Japanese government.”

"If they dare to continue their actions, the United States will severely punish all those involved!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Chief Steward!" Zhang Heping said politely, and then invited the group to eat some snacks.

"This should be around 8 or 9 a.m. in Huacheng, the capital of the United States. I don't know what time everyone has breakfast, so I've just prepared some snacks," Zhang Heping said with a smile.

"If we were following the custom in Hong Kong, it would be supper time right now; I should have treated you all to grilled fish and meat, and some beer, but considering that you all need to receive treatment, I won't do any of that. Please don't blame me for not being a good host!"

The current patriarch of the Wes family, a tall, thin old man with assets of only a few billion US dollars, said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Zhang. These snacks are very good. If they were roast meat, we old folks probably wouldn't dare to eat a single bite."

Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Don't worry, you three. After you receive treatment and your physical functions improve, you can eat barbecue every three or four days, if not every day."

Xiao Ke listened for a while, but when he didn't hear Zhang Heping ask about the mysterious hammer in Area 51, he couldn't help but interject, "Mr. Zhang, I have already granted your people permission to visit Area 51. They will be able to go to Area 51 next week and see that magical hammer up close."

Zhang Heping casually asked, "Does the Grand Steward believe in God?"

“Mr. Zhang, I am a devout Baptist!” Xiao Ke did not answer Zhang Heping’s question directly.

However, Zhang Heping understood the other party's subtext: if the outside world required him to believe in God, then he would believe; if they didn't require him to believe, then he was just a believer who followed the crowd.

This cunning can actually be seen from the sect he joined.

This Baptist church is a branch of Christianity, and it emphasizes equality among all members.

Rather than calling it a religious sect, it's more accurate to describe it as a large social circle, or perhaps a vote-getting circle.

“I didn’t believe in God before!” Zhang Heping said calmly, “but after seeing the picture of that hammer in your Area 51, I suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu.”

"If that hammer is really that magical, I might visit you all in the United States someday."

“That’s an honor!” The second-in-command of the Ster family looked at Little K with a smile. “Your Excellency, I think we should make special arrangements for Area 51. Please send Mr. Zhang’s people over for a visit as soon as possible.”

"No rush! No rush!" Zhang Heping waved his hand and laughed, "After you four finish taking the medicine and your bodies recover their youth, I'll ask you to come with me then."

The Americans didn't know if Zhang Heping intended to take them as hostages, but considering that it was something that might happen sometime later, they put it out of their minds and happily went along with Zhang Heping, since this was Zhang Heping's territory!

The key point is that the three old men are going to stay in Hong Kong Island for a month. If they don't go along with Zhang Heping now, they don't know what kind of silent losses they will suffer later.

After skipping over the hammer incident, Zhang Heping talked about food and drink, without discussing business or scientific research with them at all.

As the four ambulances from Heping Hospital that Zhang Heping had called drove into Renheyi Community, the American men gradually lost interest in talking. They would often glance at the ambulances while they were talking, as if the four doses of Lifespan 120 medicine that Zhang Heping had promised them were in the vehicles.

As the clock struck 1 a.m., Chen Shuting used the landline in her study to call Zhang Heping. After confirming that the gold delivered by the American was the correct weight, she went upstairs to wash up.

"Let's go!" Zhang Heping stood up with a smile. "I'll take you all to the hospital and help the head steward with his medication!" "It's so late, won't that disturb Mr. Zhang's rest?" Xiao Ke asked, feigning politeness. "I remember you have a technical sharing session tomorrow morning!"

“If you can be hospitalized here and undergo the necessary examinations and tissue matching, I won’t have to worry about you tonight,” Zhang Heping said as he led the group out.
“But you need to take the medication and leave tonight, and there are some risks involved that I need to personally oversee.”

Xiao Ke replied with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhang!"

……

The rooftop of the China Resources Group building in Central, Hong Kong Island.

"The ambulance from Renheyi Community has been dispatched!"

"Huh? Why did they send two armored vehicles to escort these four ambulances?"

"Captain, something's up! That guy on the plain who looks like Consultant Zhang didn't go back to the villa; he seems to have gotten into the car!"

Old Hua, who was lying on a stretcher in the corner of the conference room, had not slept because he was worried about the mercenaries. When he heard what the intelligence agents were saying, he sat up abruptly.

Then, he strode to the back of the conference table and looked at the monitor of the thin, middle-aged captain.

"Everyone, have some coffee to perk yourselves up. Consultant Zhang has probably really gone down the mountain tonight!" the thin middle-aged man said, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.

A young man picked up his cup and asked in confusion, "Captain, how did you confirm that Consultant Zhang came down the mountain?"

"I just quickly reviewed the surveillance footage from other areas and noticed that the bodyguards and security guards were much more alert than before. Some of them even stood outside with weapons, as if they were afraid no one would see them!"

"It's true!" Upon hearing the captain's words, someone hurriedly checked the surveillance footage of the area he was responsible for and laughed, "I have a camera here. When I watched it just now, those security guards were playing cards together, but now two of them have gone out to stand guard."

Someone chimed in, "The Umbrella Corporation has terrible discipline! They know there are so many mercenaries outside with ill intentions, yet they still have the leisure to play cards!"

"What do you know! The security department of Umbrella Corporation is a retirement home. If you ever see their bodyguards playing cards during working hours, then that would be a disciplinary issue," a middle-aged man casually remarked.

Old Hua frowned and stood behind the thin, middle-aged captain. Seeing that Old Hua showed no sign of leaving, someone moved the chair they were sitting on behind Old Hua, while he went to the wall and picked up another chair to sit on.

Under the watchful eyes of satellites and roadside surveillance, the bomb disposal vehicles and ambulances successfully drove into Hong Kong Island Peace Hospital.

The next second, a young man exclaimed, "It really is Consultant Zhang! Look at the positions of those bodyguards, the one in the middle must be Consultant Zhang!"

The thin, middle-aged team leader turned around and asked, "Mr. Hua, should we call the hospital and ask Consultant Zhang what he's doing there so late?"

Old Hua stepped forward, pointed to the four stretchers that came down from the ambulance, and said, "These four people should be Americans. Consultant Zhang came down with them, probably to administer medication to Chief Steward Xiao Ke. You can call Director Shu of the cosmetic surgery department to confirm."

The gaunt, middle-aged captain, who was in charge of the intelligence network in the south, happened to have the phone number of Director Shu from the Cosmetic Surgery Department of Hong Kong Peace Hospital. This saved him the trouble of asking the acting Dean Wang and then relaying the message to him.

……

Peace Hospital, Hong Kong Island.

Zhang Heping led his men to the intersection between the inpatient department and the radiology building, turned his head to look at the old man on the stretcher, and said:
"I'm taking the chief steward for a checkup. Are you going to rest in the ward, or come with me?"

The three old men were all shrewd and knew that Zhang Heping was just being polite to them. After all, it was so late, and what normal person would still go to watch the excitement?

After the three old men said they were ready to rest, Zhang Heping had them arranged to stay in the same ward, and then left the three of them and their families alone.

On the way to the film studio, Zhang Heping glanced at the silent black-haired female secretary, then teased Xiao Ke on the stretcher, "The head steward must pay his secretary a high salary! She's out running around all day long."

"Hehe!" Xiao Ke glanced at his personal secretary, who was following closely behind with the stretcher and cart, but didn't say anything more.

Although the three old men brought their own children and grandchildren, Xiao Ke had a legitimate reason not to bring his family members.

First, his children are still young; second, his wife needs to cover for him in front of outsiders.

If outsiders knew that he had come to Hong Kong Island and used public funds to inject himself with the exorbitantly priced Longevity 120 drug, not only would the United States be in an uproar, but international public opinion would probably not be much better.

As they approached the imaging building, the black-haired female secretary, worried about running into other people, hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhang, should we wear masks?"

"You can wear them!" Zhang Heping said, glancing back at the two medical staff members. He saw one of the female nurses take out two plastic bags containing masks from her white coat pocket before turning back.

After putting on a mask, Xiao Ke belatedly asked, "Mr. Zhang, will the doctors and nurses here leak our information?"

"No!" Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Before you got on the bus, I had someone give each of you a red envelope to keep your mouth shut. You only need to worry about whether your people will leak information."

Hearing that Zhang Heping had paid hush money, Xiao Ke felt a little relieved.

However, following Zhang Heping's words, Xiao Ke couldn't help but feel more worried.

Because his medication quota, strictly speaking, took up another old guy's quota.

If we're talking about the biggest possibility of a leak, it's definitely someone on their side who's the most suspicious.

Xiao Ke is only in his forties, not much older than Zhang Heping, but he looks much older.

Even so, he was not yet old enough to use the Lifespan 120 potion.

Zhang Heping didn't concern himself with why Xiao Ke insisted on using the Lifespan 120 potion. Perhaps he didn't have enough money and had to use public funds while in office; or perhaps he wanted to maintain his best condition to win re-election.

This was just a transaction. Xiao Ke used Lao Bu's family as a pledge of loyalty to ease some of Zhang Heping's hatred, and Zhang Heping agreed to sell him medicine.

The deal should have ended there, but an unexpected event, resembling Thor's hammer, forced Zhang Heping to go down the mountain and handle things personally, hoping to leave a good impression on Chief Steward Xiao Ke.

In case Zhang Heping really goes to the United States one day and gets tricked by this kid.

In Zhang Heping's mind, even if Xiao Ke plotted against him in the future, as long as the kid thought about how Zhang Heping had personally treated him tonight, he might hesitate for a few seconds when making certain decisions in the future, and that would be enough! (End of this chapter)