Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 653, Section 243: Seeking Advancement and Achieving Success (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

To be honest, Chi Mengli prefers spitting guns because they can launch area-of-effect attacks.

When he went to raid Professor K's hometown, he took Ah Cong and Xi Ren with shotguns and rifles and swept across the area.

However, he preferred hand-to-hand combat to firearms.

After taking down the idiot who had deliberately thrown his life away, Chi Mengli noticed that Mei Feng had already safely descended the stairs and was running towards the closed door. He raised his pistol and fired a few shots randomly to add to the excitement.

With a way out right in front of her, Meifeng didn't hesitate at all. She had already thrown away her cumbersome high heels, tore open her skirt, and ran out at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

As she ran, she secretly rejoiced that she had been training in long-distance running recently and her physical fitness was up to par. At the same time, her brain was also thinking hard. She wanted to know which bastard had launched this surprise attack and who he was targeting!
After all, everyone is a thorn in the side of their competitors, and they will all try their best to get rid of each other as soon as possible.

A series of questions swirled in her mind, but thinking didn't slow her down; on the contrary, with the help of adrenaline, she ran faster and faster.

All the effort they had put to use during their escape was put to the test. The thunder in their ears became a symphony stimulating their nerves, causing their adrenaline to surge and take effect.

With stray bullets looming over her head, Mei Feng rushed out of the banquet hall, but before she could even catch her breath, she saw Acong with half a shirt wrapped around his face, holding a UZI submachine gun, and her heart sank.

But she didn't give up. In a flash, she pulled the stunned henchman next to her in front of her, using the fallen man as a shield.

A long string of peanuts, flickering with firelight, all hit the henchman. Mei Feng tried her best to shrink behind the henchman, but even so, a bullet pierced through the henchman's body and bit his shoulder.

Gunfight movies are all lies!
Meifeng, who had been bitten by a peanut, was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing that the door to the lounge was not closed, she pushed the human shield in front of her forward and slipped into the lounge herself.

"Click."

Ah Cong looked down at the smoking UZI submachine gun in his hand. It was out of bullets, so he could only throw the UZI to the ground, pick up a pistol, pull the bolt, and aim at the room where Mei Feng was hiding.

"bang bang bang"

Ah Cong, who had just approached the door, was pushed back by the peanuts shot out by Mei Feng, who was hiding inside the room.

Seeing this, Acong felt a bit of a problem. He wiped the water droplets from his face. Because of the explosion of the ground tangerine, the fire sprinklers started spraying water, and the whole corridor was wet.

"bang bang bang"

"Bang bang."

As soon as Ah Cong showed his face, Mei Feng opened fire, giving Ah Cong no chance to get close.

"So majestic! So majestic!"

The Hilton Hotel was surrounded by the blaring of police sirens. Ah Cong took a step back and went to the window, where he could see the streets of the Hilton Hotel in Angel City.

"Get out of here!"

After Chi Mengli finished cleaning up the scum in the banquet hall, he gestured for Acong not to fire before slowly walking out of the banquet hall, pointing to the fire escape and telling Acong to go first.

Seeing that the big boss had come out unharmed, Ah Cong nodded. He slowly retreated, firing at the door of the lounge as he went.

With Ah Cong's firepower cover, Chi Mengli escaped Mei Feng's attack range unharmed.

To be honest, he was a little unwilling. If the Southeast Asian cops hadn't come, he would have braved Mei Feng's gunfire, teamed up with Ah Cong, and gone into the lounge to kill this slut.

But Mei-Feng has short dogs, and there might be some in the break room too. A head-on confrontation would only benefit the cops.

When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune turns, even heroes are powerless!
When the time is right, you can win even if you have many flaws; when the time is gone, you won't be able to use any of your skills!

Despite his resentment, Chi Mengli retreated to the fire escape. Looking at the bloodstains and severed limbs on the ground, he admired Acong's efficiency. Hearing the piercing alarm bells downstairs, he said, "Throw away all the equipment!"

"Don't give those monkeys in Southeast Asia any ammunition!"

"The cops should be coming up soon. Let's go down first and split up. Teacher Li has left a car to pick us up."

After Chi Mengli finished speaking, he wiped the fingerprints off the short dog with his shirt, threw the short dog at the bodyguard who had just killed Juan, and led the way downstairs. Acong followed suit, wiping the fingerprints off his dog, throwing the dog on the ground, and following behind the boss downstairs.

In Ah Cong's extraordinary way of thinking, Handsome Sheng is the best boss in the world. After all, ordinary gangsters and gang leaders can't provide him with such a colorful life.

You made the right choice in following this expert!
The two men retreated quickly, one after the other, but after going down three floors, Chi Mengli heard rapid footsteps. He quickly reached out to signal Acong to stop. After listening carefully for a second, he realized that the cops were coming up. Chi Mengli gestured for Acong to go up to the hotel guest room area and find an opportunity to escape. He then imitated Jet Li's classic downstairs move, leaping a few times and reaching the next floor in less than a second. He opened the fire door and entered the guest room area.

The guest room area was quiet, with several room doors open. Chi Mengli looked down at her soaked clothes and went into the room closest to her. Luckily, there were several suits hanging in the closet.

The suit didn't fit him very well; it was a bit too big. But now wasn't the time to be picky. He quickly changed his clothes and stuffed his soaking wet clothes into the trash can in the hallway.

After changing his clothes, he took a towel, dried his hair, and polished his shoes before leisurely making his way to another fire escape.

The stairwell was quiet. Chi Mengli took out his cigarette case, wanting to light a cigarette, but when he opened it, he found it was full of water. The Double Happiness cigarettes inside were soaked. He could only pour all the cigarettes out onto the stairs and continue down the stairs.

After walking for five minutes, we finally arrived at the underground parking lot. These Southeast Asian cops are disorganized; if it were Hong Kong cops, they would definitely have someone guarding the underground parking lot.

The underground parking lot was unattended, which gave Chi Mengli the opportunity to leave. He swaggered out of the parking lot and found that the entire street was blocked off and police tape had been put up.

But the police tape was just a paper tiger, all for show! Because there were American soldiers on the street, drunk and oblivious to the cops, they tore down the tape with laughter and drove off.

Those who can afford to spend money in Angel City are mostly high-ranking officials and wealthy people. They don't take the cops seriously. The driver kept honking the horn to get the cops out of the way.

Chi Mengli walked onto the sidewalk, and he began to fall in love with this vibrant city where everything was thriving.

"Sir, would you like to buy some cigarettes?"

(Sir, would you like a pack of cigarettes?)
Just as Chi Mengli was admiring the street scene, a little girl with a tanned complexion walked up to him. The little girl had a wooden box around her neck filled with cigarettes of various brands and asked him in broken English if he wanted to buy cigarettes.

It's like I just yawned and someone kindly brought me a pillow.

However, the appearance of this little girl from Southeast Asia reminded Chi Mengli of the children in old movies who lived in the Paramount Ballroom in Shanghai, where they also wore wooden boxes around their necks, filled with cigarettes of various brands.

Chi Mengli smiled and nodded, then said, "Of course! I'll take a pack of Dunhill!"

(Give me a pack of Dunhill cigarettes!)
He reached into his suit pocket, took out his wallet, counted out a fifty-dollar bill he had exchanged before leaving, placed it on the wooden box, and then reached for a pack of Dunhill cigarettes.

"Keep the change, the rest is your tip!"

Chi Mengli waved his hand, letting the Nanyang girl leave first. He then tore open the plastic packaging of the Dunhill cigarettes, tapped it, picked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a Dupont lighter.

Less than ten minutes later, Acong also appeared in Chi Mengli's sight. However, Acong was wearing a mask and a waiter's uniform, and left the Hilton Hotel with the group.

Seeing that Ah Cong was safe and sound, Chi Mengli threw the Dunhill cigarette in her hand on the ground and stomped it out. She didn't wave to Ah Cong, but just put her hands in her pockets and watched Ah Cong approach little by little.

Upon reaching the big boss, Ah Cong removed his mask, took the cigarette, and lit it.

"Get in the car!"

One by one, body bags were taken out, but none of them were the people Chi Mengli wanted to see. He opened the car door, got into the back seat, and let Acong get in.

Ah Cong glanced back at the Hilton Hotel, which was still in chaos, pondered for a moment, then threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stomped on it, opened the passenger door of the Toyota pickup truck, and got in.

"Banu, go to the Shengping Theater in Chinatown!"

It was still early, and there was another play they hadn't finished watching, so Chi Mengli asked Banu to drive them to the Shengping Theater in Chinatown.

Meanwhile, Mei Feng, hiding in the rooftop lounge of the Hilton Hotel, gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and held her pistol level, staring at the door.

There was a clear sound of water spraying outside the door, but no voices or footsteps could be heard. Even so, she did not relax her vigilance and continued to hold her gun, fearing that someone might rush in.

After waiting for three minutes, Meifeng finally heard a flurry of footsteps. She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put down her pistol, propped herself up on the ground with the muzzle, and sat down, panting heavily.

Another narrow escape!
However, Mei Feng quickly realized that she had not escaped danger. She was not familiar with Clark's cops, and Juan, who could provide her with protection, was now in an uncertain situation. She absolutely could not let Clark's cops find any fault with her.

A woman like herself, with no reputation but decent looks, could very well be sold to a brothel in Manila by Clark's cops and wouldn't be able to get out anytime soon.

Thinking of this, she wiped the fingerprints off the pistol in her hand, threw it on the ground, and laboriously lifted the upper body of a dead body that had been blown up, then fell to the ground beneath it.

(End of this chapter)