Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 347 124: We Came to the Wrong Place
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We are not fools. The abnormal behavior of the Eight-Faced Buddha proves that this old loser has established contact with the outside world. This safe house has become unsafe!

The foreigners took the Eight-Faced Buddha into the interrogation room, tied his hands and feet, and then closed the door.

The eight-faced Buddha, with his hands and feet tied, found that he was some distance away from the gate, so he relaxed, leaned his head against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

The leading foreigner stood at the door of the interrogation room, looking through the observation port at the eight-faced Buddha sitting on the Diaoyutai inside.

The guards standing behind him didn't understand why the captain was so worried, and one of them said, "Sir, why don't we rush in for interrogation?"

"Eight-Faced Buddha has a strong will, but if we use some tricks, I believe this old guy will soon reveal the secret in his heart!"

The captain of the guards turned his head and looked at his team members. He sneered and said, "In the past three days, many members of parliament have contacted us. They hope to bring the Eight-Faced Buddha back to London for interrogation."

"But Hong Kong has never agreed. The Hong Kong Department of Justice's statement is also normal. The Eight-Faced Buddha is the largest drug dealer in Hong Kong, involved in dozens of murders, and the files can fill up an archive room."

"The Hong Kong Department of Justice hopes to conduct a public trial in Hong Kong and transfer the suspect to London after sentencing, so there was a half-hour criminal interrogation."

"But the dispute is over. Mr. X has obtained the authorization letter from the Home Secretary. Tomorrow morning, the authorization letter will arrive in Hong Kong, and we will also take a special plane to escort the Eight-Faced Buddha back to London."

"As long as we get to London, everything will be fine."

"Tonight, we are on level one alert. No one can rest. If the accomplices of the Eight-Faced Buddha want to take action, today is their last chance."

After the captain of the guard team finished speaking, he headed to the second floor, ready to take charge of the monitoring room himself. As long as he could survive these ten or so hours, he would have completely completed his mission.

The order for level one alert was issued, all guards put on bulletproof vests, and the military uniforms outside the safe house began patrolling every fifteen minutes.

This safe house has become a battle fortress under full alert.

"Ding ding."

In a dark room, the alarm rang.

Situ Tiangang, who should have been drunk, climbed out of bed. The two exhausted little movie stars were still sleeping on the bed, but when they realized that the man they were hugging was gone, they subconsciously hugged each other and continued to sleep.

The tiger penis wine that my good brother Liangzaisheng brought out is really good!

Situ Tiangang stretched lazily, and his joints made crackling sounds. He felt regretful in his heart that he would not be able to drink such holy wine for men in the future. After drinking the wine, it took less than three seconds for him to react.

The two little stars on the bed were no match for me at all. I made them scream and beg for mercy.
But as the old saying goes, happy days are short after all!
After three seconds of happiness, even the Thousand Man Killer had to calm down.

Situ Tiangang quickly put on his clothes, picked up the pager on the bar, took out his wallet, took out all the Hong Kong dollars in it, and threw them on the bar as morning tea money for the two little stars.

After cutting off worldly ties, he opened the door, walked out of the room, and took the elevator out of the hotel.

In front of the gate of the express hotel, two ice trucks had been waiting for a long time. When the driver of the first ice truck saw Situ Tiangang walking out of the hotel gate, he immediately honked the horn, then stretched his hand out of the window and waved at Situ Tiangang.

After making sure that the person who greeted him was one of his own, Situ Tiangang walked over, leaned against the carriage, and hooked his finger at Xiao Shu, the driver of the ice truck.

Having followed Situ Tiangang for many years, Xiaoshu also knew his boss's habits. Afterwards, he thought a cigarette was better than a living god, so he took out his own Hong Wan cigarette and handed it to Situ Tiangang.

"Have you stepped on it?"

The man who had entered sage mode urgently needed a cigarette to calm down. Situ Tiangang felt his legs a little weak, so he took a few deep puffs, thinking of using nicotine to sustain himself.

"Everything is done. The oranges have been delivered."

"Brother, the smoke-filled plan won't work. There are three ventilation windows above our heads, and two fans. There are a lot of people inside, estimated to be fifteen. There are also uniformed soldiers patrolling the streets. If we don't start killing, we may not be able to capture them."

"We have been watching for a whole day and have not seen any trace of the target, but the intelligence says that the target is in the villa."

"Do you want to take action?"

When the mouse saw that there was no one around, he quickly told everyone what he had discovered and handed over a sketch with directions marked on it.

Situ Tiangang took two quick puffs of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, took the sketch, and looked at it carefully in the light of the motel's signboard.

After looking at it for three minutes, Situ Tiangang returned the sketch to Xiao Shu and said, "Of course we have to do it. Your big brother's head is in the hands of the Messenger Family. If I can't rescue him, I will be killed."

"Not only will I be killed, but the head of the Second Master of the Hall will also be in danger."

"My death is a small matter, but if Master Litang, who is responsible for contacting the various branches of Hongmen, is killed, our Hongmen will become completely famous in the world."

According to the intelligence purchased, the Eight-Faced Buddha is about to leave Hong Kong. Once he arrives in London, there will be no chance at all and they can only implement the second plan.

Situ Tiangang didn't like the second plan because it would conflict with MI5. He was a man of the underworld, born to be beheaded, and his job was to live on the edge of a knife. Moreover, the Hongmen were born professional rebels and had almost no fear of the government.

But doing business in London would result in huge losses, and he didn't like losing money.

"Brother, I've already sent the money to Handsome Sheng. Do we still want these guys?"

If the eldest brother says to do it, then we will do it. The mouse put away the sketch and put it in his pocket.

"Handsome Sheng! What a pity! He's a good brother, but I have big things to do and can't get bogged down in trivial matters. I can only let Brother Sheng stay and take the blame!"

"We don't need the guys anymore! Just make up a random location to pick up the goods, have them put the goods on the truck, and park the truck on the side of the road. By the time the Hong Kong cops react, we should have already changed our passports and left Asia."

"It's almost time! We can move now! Remember, fire truck, get in and out quickly."

Situ Tiangang glanced at the Casio digital watch on his wrist and found that the time was already 8:35 in the evening. It was time to set off.

The Hong Kong cops, the Political Department, and MI5 need a scapegoat, and the handsome guy's victory is neither too big nor too small, just right!

It’s a pity that the Tiger Demon Wine is gone. I definitely won’t be able to drink it next time I come to Hong Kong.

Thinking of this, Situ Tiangang felt very sad. He walked to the back door of the ice truck and smashed it hard.

The people in the car immediately opened the door and pulled Situ Tiangang up.

The carriage has become a small arsenal, with the latest bulletproof vests, low-light night vision goggles, combat helmets, gas masks, smoke bombs, and grenades hanging on the carriage.

Several sturdy men with shaved heads and wearing sailor shirts were adjusting their M3 carbines with improved silencers and installing AN/PAQ-1 infrared aiming lights on them. When they saw Situ Tiangang arrive on time, they all bumped fists with the leader.

"Captain, you've come at the right time. We are making a bet on who will be the best shooter this time."

When Mouse's brother Rat saw Situ Tiangang coming, he placed a PRC-77 portable radio in front of Situ Tiangang.

The time was almost up, so Situ Tiangang quickly took off all his clothes, changed into a Marine Corps combat uniform, and fixed a PRC-77 portable radio on his body.

He first adjusted the channel, checked the microphone and headset, and when he saw that there was no problem, he said, "Of course it's me. I'm the top shooter of our team."

"I'm the banker this time, I'll pay you three to one, I promise to kill all of you losers."

Hearing Situ Tiangang's words, everyone present laughed out loud, took out their wallets, picked out Franklins one by one, and threw them on the table.

Boss Situ is an excellent shooter, but has extremely bad luck in gambling and is easily addicted. Once he is stimulated, he will definitely give everyone money.

The rat found a box, stuffed all the US dollars on the table into the box, and waited for the final result of the game to divide the money.

"Mouse, drive."

"Everyone, we are expected to arrive at the battlefield in 20 minutes. Our target this time is an old guy. You should all know the photo by heart, so I don't need to explain it to you."

The ice truck started, and Situ Tiangang held the car until it was moving smoothly. He then continued, "Fire truck, get in and out quickly. Brothers in car number two, do you understand?"

Feedback soon came from the headset: "Received."

"Very good!" Situ Tiangang nodded, picked up a piece of medical tape from the table, tore off a piece, put the microphone on his left cheek, and continued to give orders: "Car No. 1, the main gate and the patrol troops on the street turn around."

"Roger that!"

Rat and others, who were already prepared, answered promptly.

"Car number two, back door, set up a cordon near the switch, eliminate the guards inside the back door. Two hundred smoke bombs have been transported here, you can use them at will."

"The biggest problem with mixed smoke is that it's hard to tell friend from foe. This time we have night vision goggles. Everyone has to put an infrared radiator on their chest, clear the entire villa, and then find the target."

Two seconds later, the team's encrypted channel received a reply from Car No. 2: "Received."

Situ Tiangang put on a bulletproof vest, tactical helmet, and night vision goggles, adjusted his rifle, hung a dozen smoke bombs and six magazines on his combat vest, raised his wrist and checked the time.

"Check the time. It's 9:01 pm now. The power will go out at 9:10. The attack will start at 9:10 sharp."

"Roger that!"

"Car No. 2 received!"

The mouse in the cab was driving slowly into the Diamond Hill villa area. When the security uncle of the villa saw that it was an ice truck, he raised the electric barrier to let the truck pass. He just muttered a few words in his heart, "They still need ice in the evening. Those rich guys are really weird!"
The ice truck continued to move forward and soon reached the mountain top area, only two kilometers away from the target.

"Brother, there are still two kilometers to go. I saw eight closed-circuit cameras along the way. This is a villa area, not a military base. If I'm not mistaken, the further we go, the more cameras there will be."

"I guarantee it on my life that someone should know we are here by now."

The mouse described everything it saw along the way and made reasonable predictions.

"That makes perfect sense! Follow the plan!"

Situ Tiangang's voice came from the headset. Xiao Shu did not continue to speak, but stepped on the accelerator to speed up the ice truck. But this time the ice truck really became a troop transport!

As the car speed increased, the cabin became unstable.

Situ Tiangang held on to the carriage and kept looking at the watch on his wrist, hoping that he could crash into the small courtyard of the target villa before the power went out.

"The streets are very busy now. The countdown has begun. Five, four, three, two, one."

"The action begins!"

After Mouse finished speaking, all the lights in Diamond Hill went out. He turned the headlights to the brightest, fastened his seat belt, drove the troop carrier, and crashed open the door of the target villa.

The iron gate was knocked open by the Chinese Iai. Even with the protection of the seat belt, Mouse was shaken to the point of wanting to vomit, but he didn't have time to vomit. He took out his MP3 submachine gun and fired a volley of bullets at the guards who rushed out of the villa.

The back door of the ice truck opened, and Rat was the first to jump out. Holding an M3 carbine with an improved silencer in his hand, he pointed at the military uniform at the intersection and decisively pulled the trigger.

Situ Tiangang pulled off a smoke bomb from his combat vest, threw it at the gate, and then put on a gas mask.

"Five minutes! Go! Go!"

Upon hearing the order to start the action, the rat lay directly on the ground, turned on the low-light night vision goggles, and established a sniping line.

Situ Tiangang rushed into the villa with the remaining desperate men. Time was tight and the task was heavy, so they had to get it done as soon as possible.

It is very simple to clear the space on the first floor. When you see a house, kick the door and enter. Throw a smoke bomb to force the guard out, then pull the trigger and send him to death.

There were more than a dozen rooms on one floor, and they were all cleaned up in the blink of an eye.

After quickly finishing the first floor, Situ Tiangang made a gesture, asking the team members behind him to continue moving forward and head towards the second floor.

The smoke bombs cleared the way and quickly forced back the guards guarding the stairs.

The attacking Situ Tiangang combat team, with the help of gas masks, could blend in with the smoke without restraint. They quickly climbed the stairs and started exchanging fire with the guards upstairs.

"Three minutes left!"

Situ Tiangang raised his hand and shot a guard hiding behind the sofa in the head, then loudly reminded the other combat team members to move faster.

There is no chance of winning when a long hand fights a short hand. Moreover, Situ Tiangang has the advantage of time, place and people. The guards in the villa could not resist and were all killed.

Four minutes and thirty seconds!
Follow the combat plan and complete the mission successfully.

"The back door has been cleared, and no target was found."

"The first floor has been cleared, and no targets were found."

"The basement has been cleared and no target was found."

"Brother, there is no target on the second floor."

A team member took off his gas mask, walked quickly to Situ Tiangang, and spoke softly.

The Eight-Faced Buddha is not here!
Situ Tiangang's eyes were as big and round as copper bells. The information he bought at a huge price could not be wrong, but the facts were before him, and he had to accept his fate and believe it.

"Search to see if there is a dark room in this villa. One minute!"

"If you don't find it in one minute, blow up this villa!"

Situ Tiangang refused to accept his fate. He ordered a thorough search. If the secret room was not found within a minute, the entire villa would be blown up.

"There is no darkroom in the kitchen, over."

"There is no darkroom in the basement, over."

"No darkroom found on the first floor, over."

"No darkroom found in the study, over."

"No dark room found in the master bedroom, over."

"Military uniforms spotted at the main gate, exchange of fire ongoing, over!"

After hearing the report from Rat, Situ Tiangang anxiously raised his wrist to look at his Casio watch. The time was up and he had to order a retreat.

"Time's up, retreat!"

This is the last chance to take action in Hong Kong. If I want to take action again, I have to go to London. I still have one chance. If I fail in London, even if my grandfather is resurrected, he can't save my life.

Situ Tiangang smiled bitterly, then retreated from the main gate with his men.

There are only two roads in and out of Diamond Hill. If the police set up control, everyone will have to rush out.

"Got it, I will report it to the captain immediately!"

The operator put the phone back on the landline, then quickly walked out of the telephone room, came to the door of the monitoring room, and knocked hard. When he heard the command "Come in!" from the monitoring room, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Captain, safe house number three, which we were supposed to occupy tonight, was raided. All thirteen guards were killed. The detectives from Hong Kong are setting up a checkpoint near safe house number three."

The operator relayed the intelligence from the political group, and when he saw that the captain had no instructions, he turned and left.

Of the thirteen guards, none survived.

Just nine short words announced the deaths of thirteen people. This is truly the art of language.

The captain drank the coffee in his hand, put the cup aside, and shook his head helplessly.

The guards of safe house number three were all from the Hong Kong Political Department. They had originally intended to set a trap, but unexpectedly, the ambush was activated. However, the prey was too big and its claws were too sharp, so the trap was directly pulled out.

I really lost my wife and broke down!
After sighing inwardly and observing a second of silence for his thirteen colleagues, the captain immediately gave an order: "Call the Political Department and ask them to support Safe House No. 7. It would be best if we ask the Governor-General to send me a battalion of soldiers."

"I don't believe there are any madmen who would go head-on with the soldiers!"

Tonight is our last night in Hong Kong. Both the attacker and the defender have already revealed their cards, so there is no need to hide anything.

The guard sitting nearby quickly stood up and walked to the telephone room, ready to convey the captain's order to the political department.

The captain fixed his eyes on the TV, staring straight at the eight-faced Buddha on the screen.

In less than ten hours, the plane from London will land at Kai Tak Airport. Once the Attorney General signs the transfer documents, he can take the person away.

By then, even if the Eight-Faced Buddha was killed, it would have nothing to do with him. After completing this mission, he should be able to get a commendation and a large bonus.

Now that he has the money, he can also take a vacation and think about whether he wants to go skiing in the Alps. If possible, he just wants to take his wife on a romantic honeymoon for two. As for the other two members of the family, they can be sent to his parents-in-law's house.

Just as the captain was fantasizing about his vacation, a dark shadow flashed on the CCTV screen at the back door.

But the captain was immersed in his fantasy and did not notice the black shadow that flashed by. When he once again focused on the screen, everything had returned to normal.

To be honest, Zhang Hui doesn't really like his nickname.

Coffin maker!
This name is somewhat unlucky!

But that's how nicknames are, once they're used, there's no way to change them!

Ever since finishing his last urgent job, Zhang Hui has rushed back to Hong Kong without stopping. If you don't open a business for three years, you can make a living for three years after you open it. This saying is not only applicable to the antique business, but also to the underworld.

After the war, the economy recovered and there were more rich people. The killer, an ancient profession that was born on the earth together with humans, began to get busy again.

However, this time he did not use a red ticket, but a blue ticket. If the other party was not an old customer and added 30% with great sincerity, he would definitely not take the business.

Red tickets are dead tickets, blue tickets are live tickets. If you want to take the person out of the dungeon intact, there are too many things to test.

However, the old customer's intelligence gathering ability is worrying. He waited for a week before he was able to determine his location, which was really unreasonable.

Zhang Hui found a piece of wire from the tool bag on his waist, inserted it into the keyhole of the back door, and then pried the back door open with a few casual moves.

Five seconds! Not bad, his skills haven't deteriorated. There is no door in the world that can trap him. Give him a bowl of instant noodles, and he can pry open the door of a community.

Zhang Hui took a look at the CCTV camera on the wall and quickly took out a piece of bluish-white cloth from his backpack. The color was very similar to the wall. There was a thin bamboo strip above the cloth and a pole underneath.

This was an old prop, and he assembled it quickly, then poured flash powder on the outward side of the blue and white cloth. After everything was done, he walked out from under the CCTV camera and slipped into the safe house holding the blue and white cloth.

In the final analysis, this is just a sleight of hand. The image quality of CCTV cameras is very poor, and there is an error of ten seconds in the transmission time.

When illuminated by light, the flash powder will cause a large area of ​​snow dots to appear on the already low-resolution CCTV cameras, directly making the already non-advanced equipment even worse.

This is not a method created by Zhang Hui alone, but a common practice in the entire underworld. Of course, it is not original to the people in the underworld either. This method was developed by the KGB just to carry out single-person rescue missions.

Flash powder is also mixed with lead powder in a ratio of 1:0.8, which can confuse the enemy.

The coffin maker Zhang Hui successfully sneaked into the safe house, holding a blue and white cloth and moving quickly.

But on the closed-circuit television, all you can see is a long string of snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)