Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 232 SCP ​​Foundation

The Fiat drove all the way to the third district, Berdeme, which is a black gathering area and is well-known in Marseille for its high crime rate, prostitution, gambling and drug abuse.

The two soldiers on the roadside immediately opened the car door, and the four of them quickly changed cars, then stepped on the accelerator and disappeared into the street.

Six or seven black men came out of the surrounding houses and rushed towards the Fiat whose door was still open.

After a fight, the smaller side won. The bald black man got into the car and found the keys were also in the car. He burst into laughter. This was a gift from God.

"Just throw it away, is it okay?" After being safe, Ajie asked casually.

"When it comes to selling stolen goods, you can always trust Lao Hei." Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Soon, Lao Hei will show up and drive the car away and sell it to a repair shop. The repair shop will dismantle the car into a lot of parts, and eventually these parts will appear in many surrounding cities and be replaced with damaged vehicles."

"Ah?" Ajie seemed a little surprised. "Shouldn't these cars be smuggled and sent to other countries? Just like Feicheqiang's cars."

"These are two completely different industrial channels," Wang Yaotang explained. "Most of the smuggling of vehicles to Asia is done by Chinese gangs."

Ajie nodded, "Is this old guy going to die?"

"You threw the bomb too close!" Wang Yaotang said with a dark face.

"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to kill anyone." Ajie laughed and said, "You should have put less explosives."

"I was afraid that the weight was too small and you could just throw it at his feet." Wang Yaotang defended.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ajie smiled and did not refute.

Wang Yaotang cursed silently, "We need to improve next time. We can just drive past them and drop seven or eight small bombs directly on them. We can control the power and it will be easier for us to capture them. We still don't have enough experience."

"I think you are already very experienced!" Bisna said unhappily, "There is no need to be more experienced. It is dangerous enough right now!"

Wang Yaotang burst into laughter.

Uncle Quan was indeed alive and breathing, but blood foam came out of his mouth and nose when he breathed. He was obviously injured by the shock wave. There were ruptured blood vessels in his lungs and his gastrointestinal tract might also be damaged.

Moreover, blood was coming out of all his orifices, and his eyes and ears were obviously damaged.

Wang Yaotang was scratching his head at this. It was useless even if he woke up. He couldn't hear or see clearly, and there was no way to communicate at all.

"What should we do?" Ajie asked in a low voice.

Wang Yaotang shook his head, there was nothing he could do.

"Let's give him an emergency injection," Bisna suggested.

The first aid needle is used for emergency rescue on the battlefield. It has the effects of relieving pain and refreshing the mind, and the effect is very fast.

"That's something that overexcites the central nervous system and has a strong analgesic effect. It's ineffective for coma and will suppress breathing, increasing the risk." Wang Yaotang shook his head. "Do you know of a private clinic nearby?"

"I don't know." Bisna shook her head.

"Forget it, let's drive around or go to the countryside."

After agreeing on a meeting point, we split into two groups and walked around for more than an hour before finally finding a private clinic.

Wearing baseball caps and masks, Bisna, who had a special body shape, was not allowed to get out of the car. Wang Yaotang and Ajie took Uncle Quan out of the car and entered the clinic.

"What's wrong with him?" the nurse from the clinic came over and asked.

"Impact injury." Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Ajie, close the door."

Ajie jumped, grabbed the bottom edge of the rolling door and pulled it hard.

"Hey, what are you doing!" the nurse asked loudly.

"Calm down!" Wang Yaotang took out a gun and pointed it at the nurse's forehead.

The nurse's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, her hands automatically raised high, and her emotions immediately stabilized.

Ajie closed the rolling door, took out an AK47 from his backpack, and swept the muzzle of the gun over the two patients in the room. The two immediately saluted.

"What happened?" The doctor poked his head out of the corridor. "You... oh, you idiots! Calm down, guys. This is a clinic. If you want money, OK, we'll give it to you."

"Treat him." Wang Yaotang pointed at Uncle Quan.

When the doctor heard about saving lives, he was relieved. As long as it worked, it would be safe. "What happened to him?"

"We passed by an explosion site and found him. He must have suffered a shock injury from the blast wave." Wang Yaotang put the gun back into his waist. "Don't worry, I'm a good person."

Nurses, patients, and doctors all looked at Wang Yaotang with strange eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." Wang Yaotang spread his hands. "We are members of the Special Containment Procedures Foundation. I am a C-class agent of the organization's mobile task force. My team members and I have just completed a bizarre containment mission. On the way back to the branch, we found an explosion site. Many people died at the scene, and he was the only one alive. According to my experience, the explosion was not simple. It should be some bizarre killing rules. We must learn what happened from him. Now there is not enough time to get back to the branch, so we can only ask for your help. Please hurry up."

Wang Yaotang said seriously, "Also, unless you want to join our organization, it's better not to know who we are. In order to prevent any accidents, I will temporarily cut off the communication here, but please rest assured that our purpose is to protect the world and will not cause any harm to you."

"So please save him quickly, by any means possible."

After saying that, Wang Yaotang walked over and pulled the phone line free.

The doctor took a deep breath and understood: this was a patient with severe delusional disorder!
When facing this kind of mental illness, don't try to reason with him. The best way is to obey him and wait for him to leave, unless you have a way to subdue him.

"I understand. I have always wanted to join the Special Containment Procedures Foundation, but I don't have the ability to do it. But please rest assured, I will definitely save him." The doctor patted his chest, his face full of determination.

Ajie didn't understand what Wang Yaotang was saying, but... he was too familiar with this situation. It was obvious that he was trying to fool the other party, but it seemed that the other party believed it.

Nurse: No matter how outrageous something is, it is not outrageous at all if it happens in a place like a hospital.

If the doctor just wakes the person up and ignores other things, he still has a way. After seven or eight minutes, Uncle Quan woke up slowly.

His brain felt a heart-wrenching pain. When he opened his eyes, the world was covered in a layer of blood red. He could not hear any sound. Holding his head with both hands, Uncle Quan let out a suppressed scream.

Trying hard to recall, the huge explosion sounded... I suddenly sat up from the bed, and then, cough, cough, cough...

Every time I cough, I can feel the pain in my lungs.

"He can't communicate like this." Wang Yaotang frowned.

"Leave it to me." The doctor snapped his fingers and quickly brought over a dose of 'stimulants'. "Mr. C-Class Agent, please let me help hold him down."

"No problem." Wang Yaotang stepped forward, grabbed Uncle Quan's arm and pushed him back.

"Ugh—Puff—" Uncle Quan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Uncle Quan's mind was not clear just now and he didn't realize what he had sprayed out. Now, he is much more sober.

"You, you...ah...cough cough cough..." He wanted to struggle, but he had no strength. Anyone would be scared when seeing a guy in a red coat, a red hat and a red mask giving him an injection.

A few minutes later, Uncle Quan's condition improved a lot. His eyes were still red, but at least he stopped coughing. However, there was still blood in his breath.

The doctor said solemnly, "I know you want to ask about the organization's secrets, so you guys chat, I'll be out for a while."

"Bring in paper and pen, he's deaf."

"OK!"

After taking the stimulant, Uncle Quan's head didn't hurt as much, but he was still a little dazed. He looked around and saw that it looked like a hospital. He couldn't hear anything and wondered if he was deaf. "Ah - uh..."

Just when he was halfway through shouting, a gun was put to his mouth, and Uncle Quan's mind became clearer.

A piece of paper appeared in front of him: "I am from He Shengyi, I am here to see you!"

"I dropped the bomb. You have internal injuries. You are vomiting blood. I gave you a 'stimulant'. If you don't go to the hospital, you will die!"

"300 million dollars, and I'll let you go to the hospital. Make your decision. You don't have much time left."

Uncle Quan looked at the paper, then at Wang Yaotang, and wanted to faint. He seemed to be able to clearly feel his life slipping away. "I don't have so much money, you lunatic."

(A ruptured eardrum affects the air transmission of sound, but you can still hear yourself speaking through bone conduction)
Wang Yaotang was speechless. What the hell is this asking for money?

He took a pen and wrote quickly: Okay, I'll give you a few more shots, it will make you more addicted.

Uncle Quan was cursing like crazy, and the sound could be heard by people outside, even though they couldn’t understand what he was saying.

As he was cursing, another mouthful of blood spurted out and the cursing stopped abruptly.

Feeling the sticky warm blood on his hands, Uncle Quan almost fainted, "Here you go, here you go, give me the account!"

Wang Yaotang turned around and led his people out, unplugged the telephone line and reconnected it, then gestured with his hand.

The transfer was not smooth. Uncle Quan couldn't hear anything, so Wang Yaotang had to write it down and he would reply loudly, but the French was understandable to everyone except Ajie...

The doctors and nurses were stunned. So, you are not a patient with severe delusional disorder, you are a robber!
Suddenly I became even more scared!

You won't be silenced, right?

After some hesitations, the transfer was completed. Wang Yaotang smiled and patted Uncle Quan on the shoulder. He wanted to say something, but he stopped talking because the old man didn't understand.

Oh shit!

Forget it. Shaking his head, Wang Yaotang pulled out his gun and without giving the other party a chance to say a word, "Bang!"

Broken bones, brain matter and blood spurted out from the back of the head, and the corpse fell to the ground with a thump.

"what--"

As soon as the scream sounded, Wang Yaotang turned the muzzle of his gun and the sound stopped abruptly.

Grabbing the phone, he threw it on the ground and crushed it. Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Can you please tie each other up?"

"OK, OK!" Everyone nodded quickly.

Maybe because she has been bandaging patients for many years, the nurse is very fast...

Five minutes later, the two men came out of the clinic. Ajie closed the rolling door again and drove away.

"Let's go to Spain."

It is more than 300 kilometers from Marseille to the Spanish border. When they arrived in the suburbs, Bisna got off the car by herself. She and Sister Hong could take a flight directly from Marseille at any time.

It would be inconvenient for Wang Yaotang and his group of men.

We drove all the way to Montpellier, stole a small speedboat in the port of Sete, and headed straight for Spain along the coast.

……

Hong Kong.

"Brother Yao is not here? He's out of the country?" Chen Huimin raised her eyebrows, "When will he be back?"

"Okay, then contact me when he gets back."

"Let's talk about business."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Minhui smacked her lips. It couldn’t be such a coincidence, right?
A phone call was made to France, and after a while, the call was hung up.

died……

Sure enough, the young man was really cruel!
(End of this chapter)