Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 53 Are you dizzy?

In sales, there is no one who knows how to play cards. Feinan thinks that he is proficient in poker and mahjong, at least when he is playing with customers, he can play quietly. None entered.

After studying at home for two days, Feinan felt that he had gained a lot, and Li Jie, who was sent out by him, had already figured out the whereabouts of Somchai thoroughly.

Somchai wandered around the Kowloon Walled City for two days, getting an overview of the situation in the Walled City.

The city is brightly lit day and night, and there is a lot of people, even at night, there are people who are looking for nightlife busy.

It is true that there are too many people, but to a certain extent, it is actually a kind of cover.

On the third day, Somchai entered the walled city.

He changed his attire and his appearance changed drastically, even his walking steps were a little different. He was confident that even if Feinan saw him again, he would not recognize him.

His nickname on the killer list is "Thousand Faces". No one knows what he looks like because he can change his appearance.

That day in the shopping mall, the reason why he dared to face Feinan directly was because he had this card in his hole.

He found the Welfare Association and rented a small room across from Cousin Feinan's house to keep an eye on him.

He has reservations in front of Zhu Tao, but in fact he speaks fluent Cantonese.

He also speaks Hokkien, Indonesian, Japanese and English.

However, what he didn't know was that his disguise was seen through without even entering Feinan's eyes.

The first time he entered the walled city, Feinan spotted his red cursor.

Feinan intentionally went to his cousin's shop to stay for a while, guessing that he had caught his attention, and then slowly returned to the rental house.

Somchai did not act rashly, he had a good memory, and this time, he observed Feinan's residence from a long distance through a telescope.

After confirming that Somchai had entered the city, Li Jie was sent out by Fei Nan, and he was the only one in the rented house.

Somchai rented a small single room where he could see Feinan's rental house. He hid behind the curtain and watched Feinan sitting on the table in front of the window, shuffling the playing cards over and over again.

He didn't find it strange that some of the well-known killers he knew had their own eccentricities.

Such a powerful person, why didn't he appear on the list of killers?

It is said that he just came to Hunan and Hong Kong from the mainland not long ago?This is understandable.

In any case, hunting such a powerful target made Somchai very excited.

After observing Feinan for three full days and mastering Feinan's general life rules, Somchai finally decided to do it.

At two o'clock in the morning, the noisy city wall became quieter, and most of the working poor fell asleep, but the lights of casinos, brothels, mahjong halls, Pai Gow stalls, and fan stalls were still brightly lit. The obsessed people forget the time and just want to fight until dawn.

And at this point, Feinan had already fallen asleep, and the curtains were tightly closed.

In the dark night, Somchai, who had done several sets of physical training to make his body in the best condition, brought the equipment with him one by one, and he was fully prepared.

Long-distance shooting can only deal with ordinary people. As an opponent who is comparable in strength to himself, he does not believe that Feinan does not take protective measures while sleeping.

Only by confirming the death of the target with your own eyes can the mission be considered complete.

Opening the door quietly, Somchai went downstairs where Feinan was.

The wobbly drunk leaned on the wall to vomit, then untied his belt and poured water on the wall, and the skinny junkie lay dead in the garbage, unaware of Somchai walking in the night.

The building where Feinan lived was crowded with more than 300 households in a small building.

However, the top floor where Feinan lived belonged to the "mansion" in the Walled City, and there were few tenants. There were very few people in the Walled City who could afford a single room, let alone a suite like his.

Assassinating a powerful killer in more than 300 families and under the noses of thousands of people is probably the most difficult task he has ever faced since he entered the industry.

If he can do it well, he believes that his ranking on the killer list can be improved by at least five places!

Looking at the dark corridor in front of him, Somchai stepped in with firm eyes.

Bang!
In the darkness, suddenly there was a crisp sound, and Somchai squatted down silently, almost bursting into tears.

He walked up the steps along the stairs, but he stepped on a loose floor tile after taking a step.

The floor tile was flipped over, and the angular side hit the facing bone of his calf directly.

Unprepared, Somchai was hit so hard that he almost cried out in pain, but was held back abruptly by him.

Finding the loose floor tile in the dark, Somchai really wanted to throw it out.

How could there be a loose floor tile in this place? !Is it a trap set by the target?
Somchai thought angrily and suspiciously, but soon, he figured it out.

In this dilapidated city, there are no loose floor tiles to figure it out!

The trap is even more impossible. This time he completely changed his appearance and appearance, and the whole process was observed remotely, so he was not discovered by the target at all.

Must be a coincidence!

It's just a coincidence, right?

Somchai grinned and rubbed his calf. Fortunately, he had practiced muay thai before, but he was caught off guard and didn't tense his muscles. There was some pain, and he recovered quickly. If it was an ordinary person who had never practiced calf, this move would at least Green for half a month.

Putting the floor tile back silently, and adjusting it to an angle that is easier to step on, he thought wickedly, who knows which unlucky ghost will step on this floor tile tomorrow morning.

Kill him!
Climbing up the stairs again, Somchai soon came to the third floor.

The third floor is where the tenants are most concentrated in this building. There is even a bed built in the corridor, and a fat man is sleeping there.

At the corner of the stairs, there was a row of glass bottles used for infusion in the hospital, some were empty, and some were filled with something red.

The fat man was snoring loudly, and one arm was hanging out of the bed, blocking most of the space at the stairway.

Somchai moved his steps cautiously, trying to walk past him.

suddenly!The fat man moved his hand and grabbed his face.

Somchai was startled, and quickly stepped back, accidentally kicking an empty glass bottle closest to the stairs.

The empty glass bottle was tilted towards the stairs, Somchai saw it clearly, and suddenly broke into a sweat!

If this empty glass bottle jingled and rolled down, the whole building would probably be woken up!
Before he had time to think, Somchai twisted his footsteps and reached for the empty glass bottle!

Don't smash it!Don't smash it!
finally!Somchai copied the glass bottle in his hand just before it touched the steps.

However, it was too late to be happy, and Somchai himself lost his balance.

!

He secretly cursed the three-character scripture in Thai, and subconsciously waved his hand to grab the railing!

caught!
However, he didn't know whether it was snot or saliva on the railing, and it was extremely slippery. He didn't grasp it firmly, and just let go of his hand. He fell back and slid down the stairs!

Boom!
His head hit the ground heavily, and he groaned for a while. Enduring the pain, he rolled over and jumped up, hiding in the shadow of the corner of the stairs.

The fat man's snoring stopped, and it took a while before it started again.

After waiting for a while, the fat man's snoring became even again, and Somchai came out from the shadows.

He was still holding the glass bottle tightly with his right hand, and touched his head with his left hand, and a round lump appeared on his head, like the head of a calf about to grow horns.

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Somchai wanted to cry but had no tears.

Climbing back to the third floor, putting the glass bottle back to its original place, Somchai bypassed the fat man's bed, reminded him of his fear, and with a thousand times more caution, he finally went up to the sixth floor.

Seeing the door of Feinan's room, for some reason, Somchai felt a feeling of being moved to the top of Mount Everest.

It's not easy!
Songchai swears, if I take another order from Kowloon Walled City in the future, I will be a dog!

Came to Feinan's door lightly, and Somchai knew that the really difficult level had just begun.

He took out a bamboo tube from his bosom, and Somchai pulled off the cover at one end, and a fragrant breath filled the air immediately.

But Somchai didn't dare to smell it, as if it was poison, he gently stuffed the bamboo tube into the gap under the door of Feinan's room, allowing the fragrant breath to evaporate.

This is a traditional Thai drug, extracted from a special plant, which is usually used to deal with crazy elephants, and the effect is very powerful.

After waiting for a while, feeling the fragrance had permeated the whole room, Somchai put away the bamboo tube, took out a gas mask and put it on his face.

Taking out another piece of iron and a wire, Somchai pushed it into the door lock, fumbled to slide it, adjusted its position, and suddenly turned it hard, and the door was opened.

Pretty!

Secretly applauding himself, Somchai gently pushed open the door.

Dodging into the door, standing close to the wall, Somchai observed the situation inside the room.

He was in the front hall, which was not big, and there were cabinets, empty beds and other objects.

Feinan lived in the bedroom inside, the door of the bedroom was wide open, Somchai felt relieved, it seemed that Mixiang was not blocked.

Taking out the pistol with the silencer installed from his arms, buckling the hammer, Somchai tiptoed towards the bedroom.

When he came to the door, Somchai stepped aside, entered the bedroom, quickly locked on the target, raised the gun and pulled the trigger repeatedly on the bulging bed.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Like the sound of a fly swatter shooting a fly, the quilt blasted holes one after another, and the cotton wool flew around.

But there was no scream from the bed, not even a hum!
Somchai immediately guessed that he was wrong, and the sound of the wind came from the back of his head. Without turning his head, he leaned forward suddenly, lifted his right leg backwards, and kicked hard!

But he kicked in vain, and at the same time, a hard and thick wooden stick slammed on his head, and it happened to hit the bag that was knocked out just now!
"Ow~!"

With a low growl, tears burst out instantly, and the severe pain made his brain twitch.

At the same time, he heard a suspicious voice behind him:
"I lost it! This is not dizzy? There is a 70% chance that it is fake?"

(End of this chapter)