Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 673, Section 263: There's a mole!

Time is tight and the task is heavy!
Spicy K had no choice. He took out the remaining large bones, put them in his luggage bag, zipped it up, and turned to leave without hesitation.

Holding a 5.5-6mm laser pointer in both hands, he stood at the front door, the dark muzzle pointed at everyone inside. He wouldn't fire unless these bastards from the water room made a rash move.

"Get out of here!"

As LaK passed by Laser, he muttered something under his breath and then ran down the street in a few quick steps.

Seeing that Spicy K had safely evacuated, Laser smiled, grabbed a handful of banknotes from his pocket, tore off the rubber bands, threw them into the air, and then followed Spicy K's footsteps, quickly evacuating.

Silver paper fluttered down from mid-air, and a few dishonest four-eyed guys secretly stuffed it into their pockets. However, they were discovered by Bai Zhishan, who was in charge of the accounts. Now was not the time to settle accounts; he could only remember the people and settle accounts later.

Spicy K didn't stop at all and rushed to the first floor. When the guard saw the boss coming down, he quickly waved his hand. He had already seen the military uniform appear on the street corner and had to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Go open the car doors, and hurry up and get to work!"

Spicy K braced himself against the security door so that his younger brother could open the car door.

The two young men nodded, stuffed their weapons into their bags, and quickly ran out towards the van parked by the roadside.

The henchman in charge of watching the car, upon seeing his brothers arrive, quickly turned the car key, started the engine, released the handbrake, and pressed the clutch, waiting for the big shots to get in the car.

"Hurry up! You want to die, but I want to live. Don't drag me down with you!"

When Spicy K saw that the laser for cleaning up was moving very slowly, he immediately complained.

"Don't worry about it, there's absolutely no problem!"

"Get out of here!"

Laser put the five or six half-keys on the handle into his luggage bag, walked out of the tenement building, put the key into the security door, told Spicy K to quickly get into the car, closed the door, turned around, and locked the security door from the inside.

Then, with a strong snap, the plastic key head was broken off, leaving the key in the lock. This way, the scumbags inside the money storage were completely unable to get out, and the scumbag thugs who came to reinforce them could not get in either.

After dealing with the security door, Laser quickly ran back and jumped into the van.

"Drive! Drive!"

"Don't rush, drive slowly!"

Spicy K closed the van door, ripped off her mask and stockings, and threw them onto the van floor.

The henchman, following his boss's orders, proceeded at a normal speed, merged into the traffic, and continued driving forward as usual.

Laser also removed the stockings and mask from his face. He was panting heavily when he took out a Red Wan cigarette and put one in his mouth. But no matter how much he groped around, he couldn't find his lighter.

"You're crazy to smoke without a lighter!"

Seeing that Laser couldn't find a lighter, Spicy K, who was sitting to the side, snatched the Red Wanyan cigarette from Laser's hand, put one in his own mouth, and then took out a lighter from his pocket. He lit one for Laser first, and then lit one for himself last.

He looked out the window and saw a dozen or so idiots running around in the street. He smiled coldly, patted the driver's seat in front of him, and told his henchmen to speed up.

When Lazy Ice heard someone touching the treasury, he immediately opened the warehouse door, took out several short guns from a hidden compartment, and distributed them to the gangsters behind him. These men were the direct subordinates of the gang and were stationed in Tuodi year-round.

They usually squat on the ground doing odd jobs, but if something happens, they become the sharpest knife in the water room.

Each person grabbed a weapon, put it in their pocket, and the group left Ruixing Mahjong Hall together. They all sprinted along the sidewalk, trying to reach the money warehouse as quickly as possible.

The location of the money storage is a secret even in the money storage room; many big shots don't even know it.

Lazy Ice, relying on his long legs, ran in first place and arrived at the entrance of Qiancang in just three minutes.

The area in front of the money warehouse was quiet, with only one hapless person lying in the corner of the wall. There was no sign of the hapless person who was eating a big meal.

I'm late!
The thought flashed through Lazy Ice's mind. He calmed his racing heart, stepped forward, and placed his hand on the unconscious slump's neck. Seeing that there was still a pulse, he was relieved.

We need survivors to find out what exactly happened.

"Bing, the door is blocked. He's not a newbie."

A hunched-over man touched the keyhole of the security door and then gave Lazy Ice a positive answer.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Lazy Ice nodded, indicating that he understood. He turned to look at the street and saw two property workers cleaning up the red firecracker wrappers on the main road. He immediately realized that these people had come prepared.

"Nine out of ten of those who ate raw rice have already run away. Let's get a sparrow and open the door."

The one who ate raw rice left, and Lazy Ice was no longer in a hurry. He took out cigarettes, gave one to each of them, and waited for Wenque to arrive.

The sparrow didn't get scratched, but it found a locksmith. The locksmith used hot glue to stick the key strip to the door, and only after the hot glue cooled down could he take out the key and open the door.

"Thank you!" Lazy Ice took out his wallet, pulled out a Red Fiery Cross, and prepared to give it to the locksmith.

"Brother Bing, no need. I'm also a member of the gang. I usually have the gang's support in my business. It's my duty to help the gang. I have things to do at my stall, so I won't keep you company, Brother Bing."

The locksmith, who was also a brother of the waterworker, quickly refused when he saw that Lazy Bing wanted to pay.

The locksmith didn't know what this tenement building was for, but Lazy Ghost Bing was the head henchman of the resident master, Immortal Brothel. His appearance at this time must mean there was a huge hole in it.

Don't say what you shouldn't say, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, leave a good impression on the person in charge, so that he can speak up if trouble arises later.

After watching the locksmith leave, Lazy Bing tossed the key in his hand to the younger brother behind him and said to the hunchbacked man, "Ta Lao, Tuo Di doesn't have a strong hand in charge right now, and Lao Ding is all alone. It's easy for problems to arise."

"You go back first and protect Lao Ding. I'll handle things here."

Ta Lao nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave. He was carrying a short dog, and if he encountered a military checkpoint, things would be very bad. Since Qian Cang was alright, he would go back to Tuo Di to protect Lao Ding, so that these bastards wouldn't come back to retaliate.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

"By the way, take this bastard to the clinic. He must be saved. Lao Ding wants him to be able to speak."

Lazy Bing glanced at the unconscious slump and told his younger brother to take the man to the clinic. As the gatekeeper, he was bound to speak up.

After giving all the instructions, he led the way inside and the first thing he saw was his two brothers lying on the landing of the stairs, their bodies killed.

Those who can enter the money warehouse are all trustworthy brothers, and they are all core disciples of the water room.

Lazy Ice walked to the steps and saw that flies had landed on the eyes of the two brothers. He knew that there was no hope. He reached out and closed the eyes of the two brothers, walked around the pool of blood, and continued to walk upstairs quickly.

There were also a few unlucky guys on the second floor. They had been beaten to a pulp by the bastard who ate raw rice, and blood was gushing from their bodies. But luckily, they were still breathing. When they saw Lazy Ghost Ice, they kept smacking their lips, but they couldn't say a word.

These guys are beyond saving. Their bodies are riddled with bullet holes, and that's not even the worst part. Their internal organs are filled with tiny steel balls. Even a god descending to earth couldn't do anything about it.

Lazy Ice leaned over, not quite hearing what these losers were saying, so he could only say, "Brothers, this time the resettlement fee will definitely be settled in one lump sum. Every family will have a stall business, ensuring that your wives, children and elderly parents will not be left destitute."

Humans aren't plants or trees; how can they be without feelings? Lazy Bing also has a wife, children, and elderly parents. Knowing what these brothers who risked their lives for the organization were most worried about, he quickly spoke up to reassure them as they departed in peace.

Lying on the ground, the men who had managed to hold on until they died all had expressions of gratitude in their eyes; their families were their last concern.

Seeing this, even the lazy Bing, who was used to life and death, felt his eyes sting. He quickly took out his cigarette case, put a Red Wan cigarette in each of their mouths, and lit them all to make them feel more comfortable.

This was the only thing Lazy Ice could do. After lighting his cigarette, he continued upstairs.

There was no murder case on the third floor; the bespectacled men were counting the scattered silver coins on the ground.

"Ah Bing!"

Leopard Bean, who was in charge of the third floor, took out a Red Wanyan cigarette, shouted, and tossed one to Lazy Ice.

Lazy Ice took the cigarette with both hands, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and then tossed the lighter to Leopard Bean.

Reaching out, he caught the lighter, completing the relay in mid-air, and then Leopard Bean lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"What's going on?"

Exhaling a smoke ring, Lazy Ice calmed himself down and asked casually.

We're all ancient foxes, so there's no need to act out a ghost story here!

Leopard Bean understood Lazy Ice's meaning, gave a wry smile, and replied, "They came prepared, there's a mole inside. I can't go into the details now, we'll have to wait for Old Ding to tell you."

Lazy Bing had a plan in mind. He pulled aside a trusted henchman behind him, whispered a few words to him, and told him to go and inform the boss.

"It's an unlucky year, but as long as it can be explained clearly, there won't be any problems."

Lazy Ice walked up to Leopard Bean, stretched out his hand, and his meaning was simple: he wanted this loser to hand over what he was carrying.

Seeing Lazy Ice's actions, Leopard Bean gave a wry smile. He reached out and took the short dog from his waist, handing it to Lazy Ice.

The short dog was heavy. Lazy Ice nodded. In front of Leopard Bean, he engaged the safety, removed the magazine, and pulled the barrel to empty the peanuts inside.

The peanuts fell to the floor with a dull thud.

Lazy Ice tucked the short dog into his waistband, picked up the peanuts from the ground, and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Was the loss significant?"

After disarming himself, Lazy Ice gave Leopard Bean face and didn't search him or ask about his losses.

(End of this chapter)