Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 348 125: Family Heirloom

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The coffin maker quickly passed through a passage of about five meters and came to a utility room. He took out a small flashlight from his waist, turned it around on his fingertips, and illuminated the situation in the utility room.

By the flash of light, he discovered that the security level of this safe house was very high, and there were even CCTV cameras in the utility room.

But you have a plan, and I have a ladder.

Thinking of this, the coffin maker immediately turned off the small flashlight in his hand, quickly came to the bottom of the CCTV camera, took out a knife, and cut the signal transmission line of the CCTV camera in half.

Once the signal line is broken, the TV screen in the monitoring room will turn into snow spots and will be exposed immediately. But it will be different if you cut it in half. There is still a copper wire connection, the signal transmission will not be interrupted, and the closed-circuit TV screen will remain the same.

After dealing with the CCTV camera, the coffin maker bit a flashlight in his mouth and took out a piece of paper from his arms. This was the floor plan of the safe house. His finger fell on the back door, which was where he entered.

The floor plan is very detailed, and the length of the corridor is marked in detail.

The coffin maker Zhang Hui looked at the plan in his hand, drew a few curves on it with his fingers, then quickly took off his gloves, put his saliva on his thumb and felt the airflow.

His ancestors were Maoshan Taoist priests, and they were skilled in feng shui, selecting landforms, and setting up altars to pray for rain. These skills were passed down from generation to generation, and they have been passed down to Zhang Hui for hundreds of years.

The Zhang family has been living a happy life thanks to this skill.

Zhang Hui has been able to sense the wind since he was a child. He felt the wind flow on his thumb, and after determining the direction, he put on his gloves again.

The things that were most abundant in the utility room were washbasins and buckets. Zhang Hui found a large tin bucket, opened his backpack, and took out a mineral water bottle filled with red liquid.

This is the Zhang family's secret magic weapon, named Mengyousan. It is an ancient secret recipe obtained from Laoshan. It is said that it was extracted by Changchun Zhenren Qiu Chuji from an ancient elixir recipe. Once people smell it, their limbs will become paralyzed and they will have no resistance at all.

However, it takes about three weeks to complete the configuration once. Even with the assistance of modern chemical laboratories, the time cannot be shortened. Although the time cannot be shortened, the success rate and effect can be increased.

The 500 milliliters of red liquid in the mineral water bottle is the result of Zhang Hui’s hard work for more than 20 days.

The thought of using them all up makes me inexplicably heartbroken.

However, before starting work, personal protection must be done well. Zhang Hui took out a gas mask with a mask from his backpack, and carefully took out a soft oxygen bag and tied it on his body.

The oxygen in the oxygen bag can only last for eighteen minutes. After eighteen minutes, you can only use a gas mask to withstand it.

After everything was done, he unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and poured the blood-red liquid into the tin bucket.

The red liquid was very viscous. Zhang Hui shook it twice, then quickly put the mineral water bottle and the blue-white cloth into his backpack. He put on the backpack and took out the Black Star pistol with a silencer.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. The most common pistol in Hong Kong now is the Black Star pistol. The dirty rats in Kowloon Walled City will also choose this pistol when they go out to do things.

Zhang Hui, holding a bucket in his left hand and a Black Star pistol in his right hand, appeared in front of the CCTV surveillance camera. He raised his hand and fired a shot, smashing the camera, and then walked towards the bathroom.

The guards in the monitoring room quickly noticed the uninvited guest and immediately sounded the alarm. The patrolling guards also quickly ran to the scene.

The entire safe house was filled with sirens!

The Eight-Faced Buddha also heard the alarm. He immediately looked towards the door nervously and found that he was two meters away from the door. He was safe enough and felt relieved.

He had been locked up for such a long time that he was already tired of it and hoped to end it soon.

This ending can be death or freedom, and of course it also includes cooperating with MI5, rather than being treated as a guinea pig and locked in a cage like now.

Zhang Hui, the coffin maker who caused the panic in the safe house, remained calm. He took out two large paper bags from the pockets of his backpack, which contained zinc powder (Zn) and iodine powder (I). He poured them into a tin bucket, then put the tin bucket on the sink and started adding water to it.

Purple smoke came out instantly, covering the entire bathroom.

After doing all the damage, Zhang Hui found a cubicle and hid in it. He began to change his breathing method and slow down his breathing frequency.

This safe house covers an area of ​​more than 30 square meters, with a floor height of three meters. It takes about 50 minutes to fill the house using a single m/minute smoke machine.

But Zhang Hui didn't need to fill the entire safe house with smoke. He only needed to let the sleepwalking spread throughout the safe house. According to the current air flow rate, it would only take five minutes. Besides, there were a lot of guys who were looking for death!

The door of the restroom was opened quickly, and the guards who rushed in were all choked by the purple smoke and coughed violently. They had snot and tears and covered their mouths and noses with their hands, but it was too late. The guards had already inhaled a lot of gas. They lasted less than three seconds before falling to the ground one after another. The coffin maker Zhang Hui walked out of the cubicle, walked to the sink, turned down the water flow, squatted down, looked at the guard who fell to the ground, took off the walkie-talkie from the other party, and hung it on himself.

The preliminary work has been completed, and it is time to proceed to the next step. However, before leaving the bathroom, he opened the bathroom door and let the poisonous smoke dispersed by the sleepwalking move along the corridor.

The coffin maker Zhang Hui did not fire his gun at all, because the gas was more effective than peanuts. He walked forward step by step, looking at the people who raised their guns to kill him, all of whom lay limply on the ground.

According to the floor plan, he found the detention room, but through the observation port, he found that the target was not in the room.

"This is the monitoring room. The smoke is poisonous. Please do not enter the smoke. The exhaust fan has been activated. All personnel please go to the interrogation room for protection."

The intercom on the coffin maker Zhang Hui's shoulder rang, finally informing the guards that the smoke was poisonous. However, this was hindsight, as most of the guards in the safe house had already lost their combat effectiveness.

trial room!
It seems that the target person is in the interrogation room.

After determining the target's location, Zhang Hui immediately determined the location of the interrogation room based on his memory, changed direction, and headed towards the interrogation room.

There is still enough oxygen in the oxygen bag, but the safe house should call for help, and the special forces members armed with live ammunition should be on the way, and he doesn't have much time left.

The safety doors had been closed one after another, but this did not pose a problem for the famous coffin maker Zhang Hui. He used the small tools in his hands to open the safety doors one after another.

The exhaust fan is exhausting smoke, which is not wrong, but it has a very bad consequence, which is that it accelerates the flow of gas.

The coffin maker Zhang Hui was safe in the smoke. He followed the smoke and arrived at the interrogation room unharmed.

Thanks to the exhaust fan, all the guards in front of the interrogation room were bewitched.

The coffin maker Zhang Hui opened all the locks on the door of the interrogation room, slowly opened the door, and pointed his pistol at the people inside.

There was only Eight-Faced Buddha in the interrogation room, because the sleepwalking powder had floated into the room and the Eight-Faced Buddha had already collapsed on the interrogation chair.

Zhang Hui hurriedly walked in and put his hand on the neck of the Eight-Faced Buddha. He found that the man had just fainted but was still breathing. He quickly unlocked all the locks on the interrogation chair, carried the Eight-Faced Buddha on his shoulders, and quickly left the interrogation room.

"bang bang bang"

As soon as he walked out of the interrogation room, three peanuts hit the door of the interrogation room, causing sparks to burst out.

Zhang Hui dodged backwards quickly to avoid being hit by Peanut. He quickly put the Eight-Faced Buddha on his shoulder on the ground, pressed his body tightly against the wall, and listened to the footsteps in the corridor.

one person!

Based on the sound of footsteps, he immediately determined that there was only one person coming out of the smoke. He quickly reached into his backpack and took out a cloth rat.

This cloth mouse is the size of a palm, has a triangular body, four small wheels underneath, and a fuse on its tail.

Zhang Hui took out a lighter and lit the fuse of the cloth rat, but did not release it immediately. Instead, he waited until the fuse was almost at its butt, then quietly placed it on the tiles in the corridor.

The fuse on the tail of the cloth rat on the tile burned out, a spark came out from its butt, and it jumped forward with a "whoosh!"

The guard captain, who was wearing a simple gas mask, only heard a loud explosion and saw an unidentified object rushing in front of his eyes. Then he felt severe pain all over his body.

There were hundreds of tiny steel balls in the stomach of the cloth rat. The secondary explosion blew all these tiny steel balls into the body of the guard captain.

The captain of the guard began to spit blood from his mouth, and his internal organs were shattered by these tiny steel balls. He vaguely saw someone leaving in the smoke and subconsciously raised his pistol, but his legs could not support his body. He fell heavily to the ground and watched the prisoner leave.

When the coffin maker Zhang Hui, who was carrying the Eight-Faced Buddha away, heard the sound of the ground hitting the ground behind him, he did not even turn his head back. He just carried the target person and quickly left the safe house, leaving this place of trouble.

After exiting the back door of the safe house, Zhang Hui ran forward quickly, but with an old man weighing more than 100 kilograms on his shoulders, few people could run as fast as him. He ran about 300 meters before he came to an ambulance.

Panting, Zhang Hui quickly opened the ambulance, threw the person onto the seat, handcuffed him, then took off all his equipment, took off his gas mask, put all of them in his backpack, changed into the hospital uniform he had prepared in advance, and put on a wide-brimmed hat.

Saving the target is only the first task. You also need to safely send the target person to the destination.

(End of this chapter)