Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 699, Page 289: Professionals are the most reliable.
After taking a bath together, A-zai felt even more sleepy. He went to the buffet restaurant, drank a large cup of black coffee, ate three fried eggs, and a plate of bacon.

After replenishing his energy, he took the elevator to the underground parking lot, drove his flip-flop, and left the Miramar Hotel.

A-zai forgot about the luxury suite that cost two thousand yuan a night, because it was a dream, a pipe dream, not reality.

They drove straight to Tsim Sha Tsui, bought dim sum per person at a quiet tea restaurant as planned, and then went to the room where the surveillance team was temporarily staying.

After taking turns keeping watch all night, the guys were all in a daze, eating their sandwiches half-heartedly.

A-zai went to Big Donkey's room and saw that the good-for-nothing was fast asleep with his head covered. He didn't wake him up, but picked up the documents on the table and started reading.

Actually, the big donkey had heard the footsteps long ago, but he was too weak to open his eyes and could only let it be.

"I'll take the report; I need to report to Inspector Guo today."

"If you bought morning tea, remember to get up and eat it."

A-Zai picked up the donkey-shaped cigarette case from the table, put one in his mouth, waved the documents in his hand, and prepared to leave.

The big, clumsy donkey, who really didn't want to talk, used all his strength to stretch out his hand and gesture "OK".

A-zai lit a cigarette, threw the cigarette pack at the big donkey, and set off back to the ordnance factory headquarters with the documents in hand.

The headquarters was still brightly lit, and even though it was only four in the morning, people were still coming and going at the security checkpoint at the main entrance.

A-Zai put the documents and the lion's nose into the basket, then placed his ID card on the sensor and walked through the newly purchased security system at headquarters.

With new people and a fresh start, Shapison has already implemented sweeping reforms while the leader is on leave, and the ordnance factory headquarters is increasingly resembling Scotland Yard.

Security check was fine, and the information on the ID card was also correct.

The uniformed officer in charge of the security checkpoint placed the documents and the lion's nose in front of A-Zai.

A put the lion's nose back into its holster, took the documents, nodded to the uniformed officer in charge of security, and then took the elevator upstairs.

Instead of going to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), he took the elevator to the Security Department.

This was Hong Kong's last intelligence agency, essentially the last tentacle of the Security Committee. It handled very few cases, but they were all major cases that shook Hong Kong.

Having worked at headquarters for so many years, A-zai has a few close friends he can confide in. This time, he came to the security department to see one of his best friends, someone he would risk his life for.

My own ID card couldn't open the door to the security office; I had to ring the doorbell to call one of the staff members out.

Soon a cold-faced man in a black suit appeared, and after understanding the reason, he re-entered the office area.

Three minutes later, Brother A met up with his best friend in Wong Chuk Hang.

"If the body is thin and the spirit is withered, and the face is ashen and dirty!"

"You bastard, either you've been drained of your life essence by a female demon, or you're about to have a run of bad luck."

"A dark forehead, a black glabella, and a dull nose tip! Be a good person, go to work diligently, and don't mess around!"

Hearing his best friend's words, A-zai was a little unsure how to respond. His father had just died, and now he was being entangled by the old clam demon. His best friend had really hit the nail on the head.

This guy's nickname was "Old Taoist," and his godfather was Cai Bolai. Back in Wong Chuk Hang, he was eccentric, but he was very good at math.

Even the experienced university professors chased after him to Wong Chuk Hang, urging him to return to pursue his doctorate and continue his mathematical research.

But the old Taoist priest refused decisively. He simply said that mountain birds and fish do not travel the same path and will never meet again, thus rejecting the professor who had placed high hopes on him.

After entering the police station and completing his street patrol, he was noticed by the security department and directly selected to work there, where he spent most of his time hiding in the office plotting and scheming.

"If you stand by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet! I probably won't make it through this!"

His fate was already sealed. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been mutually exclusive, and A-zai has begun to try to accept it calmly.

Seeing his best friend's smile looking more like a grimace, the old man had nothing to say. They were all adults and knew the path they were on.

"Put yourself in a desperate situation and you will survive. The number of the Great Expansion is fifty, of which forty-nine are used, and humans escape one." "He who understands the way of change, does he understand the workings of the gods?"

There's always a glimmer of hope, but I don't know what kind of hope you're looking for.

"It seems that if we continue to drink and dine with courtesans, we will be missing an old friend."

The old Taoist priest continued his rambling, unpredictable ways, sighing and lamenting that an old friend was about to cause a big stir, which saddened him greatly.

But the emotional moment was short-lived. He first glanced at his watch, tapped it with his fingers to indicate that he needed to hurry, as his time was precious.

"I got a note from the old clam, and I need you to decipher it."

A handed the note he had written to the old Taoist priest. If anyone around him could crack the encrypted note, it would be the old Taoist priest.

【8736954】

The old Taoist priest was stunned after reading the note, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“I told you long ago that I can’t figure out the winning numbers for the Mark Six lottery. If I had that ability, I would be squatting at the Hong Kong Jockey Club every day.”

"Why bother working overtime every day to earn overtime pay and bonuses!"

"Crazy line!"

The old Taoist priest crumpled up the note and threw it directly into the trash can to wake A-zai up.

Hearing the old Taoist's sarcasm, A-Zai raised his middle finger to show his approval: "Mark Six? You think you can do that?"

"Stop patting yourself on the back!"

“I’m currently investigating a case and got this lead through an informant, but it’s just a single string of numbers.”

"Numbers! I can't handle them, but I know you can."

"You've always liked the steamed pork ribs at Lu Yu Tea House, haven't you? I've recently struck it rich, so I can treat you to a meal."

"But if you can't handle it, you'll have to treat me. My request is simple: I've heard about Sun Tung Lok shark fin since I was a child, but I've never tasted a drop of the soup."

"If you embarrass yourself, your salary for this month will have to go to the Yuan family."

If you win, you can only eat steamed pork ribs with rice flour; if you lose, you have to treat everyone to braised egg white with winter melon and abalone and shark fin at Xin Tong Le Restaurant. Is this some kind of outrageous order?

However, we're all good brothers, so we shouldn't hold grudges.

"I know you're a stingy guy, but considering you've been in a bad mood lately, even if I win, I'll still treat you to braised egg white with abalone and shark fin soup!"

"But let me make this clear from the beginning: I will definitely keep it in mind, and there will definitely be a way to trace it."

"There are no secrets in the security department. We're all cops. You must understand my predicament!"

"bring here!"

The old Taoist priest beckoned with his finger, signaling A-zai to retrieve the note he had thrown into the trash can.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. A-zai obediently picked up the note from the trash can, unfolded it again, and presented it to the old Taoist priest with both hands.

"I don't know what you're up to, I can only stall for time."

"The police station is leaky from all sides, and the security department is not a monolithic entity either. You'd better watch yourself."

Come see me in a week!

The old man also had cases on his hands and didn't have time to chat with A-zai. After agreeing, he used his ID card to open the door to the office area and went inside.

(End of this chapter)