Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 163 Breaking in underground

At 1 a.m., at the Tsz Wan Shan Ching Hing General Church.

In the side hall, Song Zhaowen was still sipping tea, but his eyes were sharper than before, and his ears twitched slightly from time to time, catching any subtle sounds in the building. Tony and Wu Zhaoyong stood on either side of him, their faces showing no signs of fatigue.

"Boss, it's almost two o'clock, and still not a sound." Tony glanced at the clock on the wall and whispered, "Could they really be scared?"

Song Zhaowen put down his teacup, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, without answering. His gaze fell on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor of the hall, then slowly swept over the surrounding walls.

In the past few days, he has repeatedly studied the architectural drawings of the main hall and analyzed the possible attack points that Azu might break through.

A vague idea kept swirling in his mind.

Song Zhaowen suddenly spoke up: "Ah Yong, I remember the older generation mentioning that in the early years, Tsz Wan Shan seemed to have built some underground passages connecting to Kowloon Bay for flood control?"

Wu Zhaoyong paused for a moment, then nodded: "That's one such saying, but that's from decades ago. Those passages must have been abandoned and sealed off long ago, right?"

"Abandonment does not mean non-existence." Song Zhaowen's eyes were deep: "If it were an ordinary person, they might never have thought of this."

But what if—the other party isn't an ordinary person? For example, someone who has access to confidential police files, or even top-secret blueprints for urban infrastructure—”

Tony and Wu Zhaoyong's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Boss, you mean—those robbers might have come from underground—" Tony's voice was a little dry.

"The ground is surrounded like an iron barrel by us and the police, and there are eyes in the air too. If I were them, the least expected route to pull off a surprise attack would be underground." Song Zhaowen stood up, walked to the center of the hall, squatted down, and gently pressed his palm against the cold ground: "If there really is an abandoned passage down there—"

With a guess in mind, Song Zhaowen closed his eyes and activated his super hormone sensing!

The palm close to the ground emitted a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation, which sent countless cockroaches swarming in all directions...

At the same time, below an abandoned dock warehouse in Kowloon Bay.

This area connects to a vast underground water system built in the 1960s that has long been forgotten by the world. The ground is dry, but the air is still filled with a strong smell of rust and decay.

This place is so deserted that even rats won't bother with it!

Several beams of powerful flashlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the slippery concrete walls and rusted pipes.

Azu, Huobao, Liang Maisi, Atian, and Zhou Su were fully armed, wearing black waterproof tactical uniforms, their faces painted, and carrying bulging tactical backpacks. They were as well-equipped as special forces.

"Damn it, this place stinks!" Huo Bao muttered, brushing aside the sticky, unidentified substance hanging from his head. "That bastard Song Zhaowen, I hope that 300 million is real, or I'll rip his guts out!"

Looking at the underground structure map in his hand, Liang Maisi said, "Boss, you've got the best ideas! This branch line leads to an old flood discharge outlet halfway up Tsz Wan Shan, less than 500 meters away from the main hall of Cheng Hing Society. The police and the people from Cheng Hing Society will never expect us to go up from here."

Zhou Su was adjusting a small signal jammer and said in a low voice, "Once we get up there, I will immediately release strong interference to cut off all civilian communications and possible alarm systems within a 500-meter radius of the main building. The police's dedicated frequency band will also be affected to some extent, but it won't last long, at most fifteen minutes."

Ah Zu said with icy sarcasm, "Does Song Zhaowen think that by setting up a cash mountain, hiring a few hundred gangsters with machetes, and having a few cops loitering around, he can rest easy? He has no idea what he's going to face: tonight, we'll teach him what true professionalism is, what despair is."

Despite his youth, Ah Zu is incredibly sharp-minded. He actually came up with an attack point that even the police couldn't have guessed: an underground infiltration. He used his family's access to the archives to find the structural diagrams and quickly devised a tactical plan. With that kind of intelligence and drive, if he were a real policeman, he'd probably become a super cop like Chan Ka Kui.

"Damn! How come there are so many cockroaches?" Hot-tempered, who was scouting ahead, cursed under his breath. The ground under his feet creaked and groaned. He didn't know why, but the closer they got to Ciyun Mountain, the more cockroaches there were.

Thousands upon thousands of cockroaches surged like a black tide under the dim beam of a flashlight, making a chilling rustling sound as they crawled up boots and trouser legs.

The group had no choice but to light up their flares to drive them away.

Liang Mais frowned and scanned the waterway ahead with his flashlight: "This shouldn't be happening. This branch line has been abandoned and dried up for a long time. Where did all this food come from to feed so many cockroaches?"

Ah Tian also sensed something was wrong: "And have you noticed that these bugs—they don't seem to be afraid of light, and they don't seem to avoid people much; they just keep gathering towards us?"

Azu, who was walking at the front, paused slightly, his brows furrowing beneath his pig-head mask. Having undergone rigorous military and wilderness training since childhood, he possessed an instinctive intuition for danger. The appearance of these cockroaches was too sudden, too concentrated; it was as if they had been driven away or attracted there.

An absurd yet chilling thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that Song Zhaowen had even set up an alarm underground? Using cockroaches as a warning system?

How is this possible?!

He immediately dismissed the idea; it was ridiculous.

Reality isn't science fiction; he must be overthinking it!

"Ignore these bugs, speed things up!" Suppressing his unease, Azu coldly ordered, "Less than three hundred meters to the target, finish this quickly!"

Let's turn our attention back to Zhengxing General Hall.

Song Zhaowen, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Ha, I was right! Tianhong, Ajun, grab your weapons and come with me."

Tonight's battle against the robbers will be fought, so Song Zhaowen naturally gathered his two most capable brothers by his side.

Luo Tianhong nodded silently, her hand already on the hilt of the Han sword behind her back. She was like a drawn sword, instantly exuding a cold and sharp aura.

Chen Luojun grinned, a look of excited bloodlust flashing in his eyes. He cracked his knuckles as he moved his wrists.

"Boss, you found it?" Wu Zhaoyong immediately leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

Song Zhaowen stood up, dusted off his hands, and said with sharp eyes: "Southeast direction, about fifteen meters underground, an old waterway, five people, fully armed, are moving this way, heading straight for the old flood outlet below the kitchen area of ​​the main hall."

Tony gasped, "They really crawled in from underground? Boss, what are you doing—"

Song Zhaowen didn't explain, but quickly gave the order: "A-Yong, take a team of brothers and go immediately to that abandoned storage room in the back kitchen, the one that's usually used for storing miscellaneous items. Clear the floor, find the floodgate cover, and arrange the gifts. Remember, keep it quiet, don't alert them."

"Understood!" Wu Zhaoyong didn't hesitate at all and immediately turned around to do it.

"Tony, tell the guys patrolling outside to keep things as usual. No matter what commotion we cause inside, don't let those cops break in," Song Zhaowen continued to instruct.

"Yes, boss!"

"Tianhong, Ajun, come with me."

Luo Tianhong and Chen Luojun followed silently, one on the left and one on the right, like two guardians.

When Song Zhaowen arrived with his men, Wu Zhaoyong and his men had already cleared away some of the debris, revealing a rusty, square cast iron cover plate on the ground, slightly different in color from the surrounding floor. The edges were sealed with cement, but traces of hinges could still be faintly seen.

"Boss, this is it! Damn, there really is an underground passage here. You're a genius, boss!" Wu Zhaoyong pointed to the cover plate: "The brothers just pried it open and took a look. There's a vertical pipe underneath, bottomless, with an iron ladder, but it's badly rusted."

Song Zhaowen crouched down, his palms touching the cold cover again. He closed his eyes, and his super-hormone senses acted like invisible radar waves. The cockroaches replaced his eyes, and he saw several blurry humanoid heat sources slowly moving deep in the horizontal pipe below, still some distance from the bottom of the well.

"They're almost here." Song Zhaowen opened his eyes, his gaze icy. "Ayong, are the supplies ready?"

Wu Zhaoyong nodded, picked up a heavy black canvas bag from the side, opened it, and inside were several bundles of things wrapped in waterproof cloth.

"As you instructed, boss, I bought some good stuff from Johnny Wang. It's C4 plastic explosive. Although it's only 300 grams, the explosive power is enough to overturn a car."

Song Zhaowen nodded in satisfaction: "Get the arrangements in place, and do it quickly. Increase the sensitivity of the fuse, don't give them a chance to dismantle it. The tripwire must be concealed, but make sure it will definitely trigger."

"Yes!" Wu Zhaoyong immediately led his men to carefully make arrangements.

Song Zhaowen stepped back a few paces and whispered to Luo Tianhong and Chen Luojun, "Ajun, Tianhong, after you open the door for them, you two storm in. If there is any resistance, kill them without mercy! But remember, spare the leader's life; I have a very important use for him."

"Understood, boss!"

Song Zhaowen leaned against an old cabinet, lit a cigarette, and waited quietly. The smoke curled up, blurring the cold lines of his face.

Below, Ah Zu and his group of five were struggling to make their way along the official road. The cockroach problem had lessened somewhat, but the passage was becoming increasingly narrow and low, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay, requiring them to be extremely careful with every step.

"How much further?" Huo Bao asked impatiently, his gas mask filter almost completely suffocated by the stench.

Using the light from the burning phlogiston, Liang Mais flipped through the blueprints: "The straight-line distance is less than fifty meters; it should be just above the bend ahead; the exit is probably up there."

Ah Zu took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable unease in his heart, and whispered, "Zhou Su, prepare to release interference. Huo Bao, after you go up, you'll be the first to scout, then stay where you are and establish a defensive line. After that, Ah Tian and Liang Maisi, come with me and quickly storm into the hall. Our target is the cash box. Once we have it, immediately proceed with Plan B to evacuate!"

"Understood!" the group replied in hushed tones.

They finally reached the end of the pipe, the entrance to an upward-facing shaft. Rusty iron ladders lined the shaft walls, and faint light and fresh air filtered down from above.

As the assault operative, Huobao cautiously climbed the iron ladder first, his movements as nimble as a cat. Reaching the top, he gently pushed the overhead cover, but it wouldn't budge, seemingly sealed off. He took out his hydraulic breaching tools and aimed them at the edge—

Just as the tip of his tool was about to touch the cover plate.

"Beep—beep beep beep!"

A faint but urgent electronic buzzing suddenly came from somewhere in the pipe below! Immediately afterward, there was a soft "pop" sound as the steel wire snapped!

"It's a tripwire, a booby trap!" Liang Mais's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise!