Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 671, Section 261: Ruthless People Do Ruthless Things
"clap clap"

The boss certainly wouldn't handle trivial matters, so Bonnie quickly stepped forward and knocked hard.

"Which one?"

A strange-sounding Cantonese voice came from inside the refrigerated truck; only the words could be roughly made out.

"A food delivery person!"

"Cupcakes!"

After spending more than half a year in Hong Kong and taking on several assignments, Bonnie's language talent also awakened, and she learned to speak Cantonese with a South Asian accent.

The refrigerated truck door opened, and the foreigner who opened the door saw Mitt in sportswear. He immediately recognized him, jumped out of the truck, and said, "Boss."

Mite nodded without saying a word, but patted the shoulder of the foreigner who jumped out, and stepped onto the refrigerated truck bed by stepping on the rear bumper guardrail.

The foreigner who jumped out of the car glanced at Bonnie, and seeing that Bonnie shook her head, he quickly climbed back into the car to avoid the boss getting angry. Bonnie followed him; the boss had to go to the construction site in the afternoon, so they needed to act quickly.

With the doors closed, the light in the refrigerated compartment wasn't significantly affected.

A high-wattage fluorescent light emitted heat and brightness, three IBM personal computer screens shone brightly, and two intelligence analysts were using scientific methods to analyze the target's daily routines.

The generator outside the carriage is continuously supplying electricity, a high-powered exhaust fan is spinning silently to provide fresh air, and a tabletop air conditioner is providing cool air, so the carriage does not feel stuffy.

"Boss, here's the compiled data."

Bonnie picked up a document from a box and handed it to Mitt, saying, "We analyzed the target's clothing; the target likes diamond patterns."

"Armani is a newly established fashion brand and is not yet considered the top-tier, but a bespoke suit can be very expensive. However, Armani's least profitable clothing accessory is its terrible tie."

"The target person likes KC, a London-based clothing retailer that specializes in making ties for top universities such as Oxford and Cambridge. Their diamond-cut ties are also a classic style."

"The scope is shrinking, from over 100,000 people to just a few thousand."

"But the sample size is still too large, making it meaningless!"

Mitt opened the document in his hand and nodded repeatedly, signaling Bonnie to continue.

"Next is color. The target likes earth tones, rose red, and light blue. According to the colors, the target is a man who is secretly passionate, somewhat similar to John Lone, the most popular Chinese-American male star in North America."

"However, we all see Chinese people the same way, just as they see us!"

“Diamond-shaped, lacking lines, we quickly identified the store where our target customer bought the clothes, and then identified the factory from the store’s order. These top-brand factories are all large-scale, purely handmade factories, and customers even only wear custom-made clothes from specific factories.”

"After we finalized the processing plant, we contacted a dye factory, because these custom-made garments, which cost tens of thousands of yuan, are made with all-natural dyes. The Kriri factory in Lebanon is the factory that specializes in supplying dyes and fabrics to Armani."

“We used a two-pronged polymer microparticle marking method to apply earth-tone dyes to the Creli factory, turning each Armani earth-tone bespoke suit into a hound.”

"As expected, the target has taken the bait!"

"It's difficult to use cash for ready-made clothing customization; most transactions are done through company transfers. Hong Kong was a British colony, so after-the-fact transactions and sending checks are common practices."

“We have identified thirty accounts used by the target for laundering money. As long as you give the order, boss, we can destroy these thirty accounts and turn them into evidence.”

“As long as we send the transaction data we have to the Commercial Crime Bureau in Hong Kong, the target will be in jail for at least three to five years.”

"Boss, should we make a move?"

People leave traces in the world; as long as you are patient, you can find clues.

"It can only cause trouble for the target, but such trouble is easy to handle. Besides, once the Commercial Crime Bureau takes action, the target will definitely react."

"The money our employer is paying us is for a clean kill, not to cause trouble for our target!"

Mitt shook his head and rejected Bonnie's plan. There were too many smart people in this world, and he didn't dare gamble that the target was a fool. If they were alerted, they would be in great danger.

"Doing is the best breakthrough point. Since the birth of the Bible, killing one's own kind has been a great sin. Those who commit murder will not enter the kingdom of the Lord!"

"An eye for an eye!"

"Although Hong Kong no longer uses hanging, it still uses firing squad. The principle of 'the killer pays with his life' is the cornerstone of human law, and that is the best way to attack!"

The document was quickly flipped through, and Mitt put it down. This was also a trump card, but it wasn't suitable for a one-hit kill. It could be used if things got into a protracted battle later.

"Boss, we've installed listening devices and set up listening teams at several locations where the target frequently appears, but all signals have disappeared. We've started the listening vehicle and begun collecting pager and telephone numbers across all channels."

"We can now confirm that the target has at least three to five pagers on him, and we are further narrowing down his location."

The intelligence analyst sitting in front of the computer takes off his headphones and speaks out the intelligence he has gathered.

"No rush! Take your time!"

"Bonnie, notify the commando team to prepare for action!"

Mitchell nodded, instructing the intelligence analysts to continue their investigation. Once they pinpointed the target's pager number, they could determine who the target was contacting and the content of their conversations. Bonnie nodded, immediately picking up the walkie-talkie and saying, "Ten minutes from now, move out!"

"The final payment has been transferred to the middleman's account!"

After speaking, Bonnie put down the walkie-talkie, picked up another one, and ordered the refrigerated truck driver to drive the truck to the designated location.

The refrigerated truck started up and headed towards its destination.

After giving the order, Bonnie quickly pulled up a chair and invited Mitt to sit down.

Mitt sat in a chair, looking out at the Hong Kong street scene through the window disguised as a sheet of iron.

"Roger that!"

"Brothers, it's time to get things done!"

Inside a subdivided flat at the end of Shanghai Road, a bald man wearing a tank top threw his expensive walkie-talkie onto the table, picked up a shotgun, and carefully examined it.

A gold belt for murder and arson, but no corpses for repairing bridges and roads!

When you're out in the game, you have to be tough, daring, and decisive!

The old men have territory, the leaders have gangs, and they have ways to make money. Only we, the gangsters, have nothing. I am a respectable gangster in the Wo Luen Shing Society, but I don't even have a car. That's pretty pathetic!
Thinking of this, Spicy K snorted coldly, casually opened the unmarked cardboard box, grabbed the shotgun shells inside, and stuffed them one by one into the chamber of the gun.

Upon hearing Spicy K's shout, a middle-aged man with long hair and a burly face emerged from the bathroom, a newspaper dangling from his mouth.

"Laser Bro, you're really born with bad luck. You get diarrhea from eating anything oily, and you can only stay healthy by eating plain rice. You're born to be a monk."

"A monk with the life of a monk is out here doing business with no capital? Are you kidding me!"

When LaK saw that the laser had finished throwing out the big bomb, he immediately started making sarcastic remarks.

"Damn it! How can you talk like that? Are you even a good brother?"

Laser spat the newspaper from his mouth onto the ground, wiped his water-drenched hands on his tattered T-shirt, and then cursed, "Just because I can't eat oily food doesn't mean I can't be a pervert."

"If you don't go out and do business with no capital, how can you expect high profits?"

"Last week, I went out to sea on the old and new gambling ship and signed a two million bet. I won every game in the first half of the night. My luck was off the charts!"

"Who would have thought that after I went to the sauna and loosened up my bones, my luck would be terrible in the second half of the game. I lost every single game, including Pai Gow, dice, crab, and Big Two, plus the odds. I regretted it so much that I was green with envy."

"It's like the cops opened fire, they've all gone too far!"

Laser cursed under his breath, picked up a Red Marlboro cigarette from the table, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it while cursing.

Two million?!

Spicy K was also astonished; Laser had a good reputation, yet they were able to sign a two million yuan deal.

Lao Xin is known for being mercenary. The fact that he signed a two million yuan deal for Laser means that in Lao Xin's eyes, Laser can repay that two million yuan.

"The amount you're carrying is more than you could earn by doing twenty risk-free businesses. Laser Bro, the plane you've set up this time is just too big!"

Spicy K shook his head helplessly. This time, everyone would receive a bonus of 50,000 yuan. As the leader, he would receive three bonuses, which would amount to only 150,000 yuan.

According to the rules of the underworld, a loan of two million would incur daily interest of four to five thousand yuan.

Even if Lao Xin gives face to the laser bigwig and only repays the principal, the laser still can't pay it out and has to pay in more than ten installments.

"Damn it! Spicy K Bro, when did you become such a coward? You didn't even warn your brother so I could be prepared!"

"Gambling debts are of course paid off at the gambling table. My parents are long gone, and I only have one son still in school. I'll pay them off! I'll pay them off like a fucking bastard!"

Laser wasn't afraid at all. He sat down opposite Spicy K and said smugly.

There's nothing Lao Xin can do about this kind of gambling addict; this loss will most likely be attributed to the loan shark.

If you misjudge people, you'll definitely lose and be left with nothing, but if you're just playing the fool, you'll definitely not let Laser off the hook and will definitely cause trouble for Laser.

But Laser is notoriously tough; he's a henchman of the British Society, someone who does shady work for the organization—the most desperate of the desperate. If you don't want to go down in flames, there really isn't a good way to deal with him.

"Laser Bro, you're fucking awesome! Damn!"

"I admire you!"

"Alright, enough joking. This time our target is the water room. We're going to take out their cash. Eight minutes. After eight minutes, the water room will send people over. If they trap us in the hallway, none of us will survive."

Spicy K gave a thumbs up, praised the laser a few times, and after making a joke, began to introduce the mission.

(End of this chapter)