Hong Kong Police Force Chief

As the time for Hong Kong Island's return was getting closer, Zhou Quan became more and more relaxed.

At this critical time point, tens of thousands of police officers in the police force worked together.

In response to the public security and environmental problems on Hong Kong Island, severe crackdowns have been carried out time and time again.

No matter how rampant criminals are, they would not dare to stir up trouble during this time.

Even if the ghosts are very reluctant to have Hong Kong Island return to the embrace of the motherland safely and smoothly, they have also temporarily gone into hibernation and restrained their own thoughts.

After all, Hong Kong Island today can be said to be the focus of the entire world.

Even if the ghosts want to disturb the stability of Hong Kong Island, they can only make small moves before and after the return of Hong Kong Island.

If something happens in the few months before Hong Kong Island is about to return, it will also make them lose face in the eyes of the world.

The most important thing is that although the motherland's troops stationed in Hong Kong have not yet entered Hong Kong Island.

However, in Pengcheng, the mainland to the north of Hong Kong Island, an elite force including various arms has been stationed.

The navy fleet of the motherland has been taking turns on combat readiness in the waters near Hong Kong Island 24 hours a day.

The Hong Kong Island Police Force is carrying out strict operations, and the motherland is standing ready to work together to ensure the smooth return of Hong Kong Island's sovereignty to the embrace of the motherland.

Under this severe current situation, Hong Kong Island has entered the most stable period since its opening as a port.

Time flies by, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the morning of February 20, 1997, a piece of bad news reached Zhou Quan's ears.

Sir Quan, who has always been steady-minded and deep-tempered, showed an obvious gaffe for the first time.

The set on the tea table for his guests was missing a teacup.

"Jingle Bell!"

Just as Zhou Quan was leaning on the guest sofa with his eyes blank, the phone on his desk rang very quickly.

Suppressing the grief in his heart, Zhou Quan forcibly calmed down his emotions, stood up, returned to his desk, and picked up the intercom phone.

"Ah Quan, come and sit in my office!"

Lu Minghua's equally sad voice came from the phone receiver.

"good!"

Zhou Quan cherished his words like gold. He was not in the mood to say anything now, so he turned around and walked towards the next door.

Arriving at the door of Lu Minghua's office, Zhou Quan happened to see Liu Jiehui walking out of his office door.

Sir Liu, who was always polite and polite and looked more like a scholar than a senior police officer, was now rarely expressionless.

Zhou Quan, who is proficient in micro-expressions, can see Liu Jiehui's deep sadness at a glance.

Needless to say, Liu Jiehui also received the bad news from the north.

Zhou Quan paused and waited quietly for Liu Jiehui to come over.

The two looked at each other and walked into Lu Minghua's office together in silence.

At this moment, Lu Minghua was sitting on the sofa in his office in a daze.

On the coffee table in front of him, there was a bottle of Moutai, which was not very common in Hong Kong Island.

"I was originally planning to open this bottle of wine in July."

The corner of his eye swept across Zhou Quan and Liu Jiehui, and Lu Minghua's body slowly leaned forward.

While tearing open the plastic seal on the bottle, he sighed to himself: "It's a pity that things are unpredictable and God is not good at it!"

"The three of us will open it today!"

“Drink half and save half until July!”

Normally, Zhou Quan never drinks alcohol during working hours.

But today, he was going to make an exception.

His pace quickened a bit, and Zhou Quan sat directly opposite Lu Minghua, regardless of the usual etiquette.

Not only him, but also Liu Jiehui.

Zhou Quan took the wine glass from Lu Minghua. To be precise, it should be a teacup, full of white wine.

As a senior officer of the police force, although Lu Minghua had prepared a bottle of national wine in advance to celebrate the return of Hong Kong Island, it was obviously impossible to have a drinking cup in his office.

"What the boss has been fighting for for more than ten years, the result is just a few months or more than a hundred days away!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Quan lowered his eyes and looked at the reflection in the teacup.

The full glass of white wine clearly reflected the sadness deep in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's only a few months away!"

When Liu Jiehui took the tea cup, his face was also full of sadness.

"Everything is going smoothly now. The boss only has more than a hundred days before he can see the national flag raised from Hong Kong Island!"

Naturally, the boss mentioned by the two of them cannot be a certain chief superintendent of the police force.

Although the chief superintendent has a high authority within the police force, for the two of them, it is not enough to make the two heads of the security department lose their temper like this.

What's more, Lu Minghua, the head of the security department, is also a little distracted right now.

Last night at 21:08, the great chief architect of the motherland, the great Marxist, and the great proletarian revolutionist.

Mr. Xixian, who led the return of Hong Kong Island with a tough attitude and established the policy for Hong Kong people to govern Hong Kong, passed away in his motherland, Kyoto.

To be honest, none of the three current core officers of the Ministry of Security have actually met Mr. Xixian.

However, they are unswerving supporters of Hong Kong Island's return to the motherland, and police officers who focus on support from the motherland.

Mr. Xixian naturally has an extremely noble meaning in the hearts of the three of them.

This elder, who has been fighting for the return of Hong Kong Island for more than ten years, finally did not see the national flag of the motherland raised on Hong Kong Island with his own eyes.

This is not only a regret for Mr. Wang, but also a regret for those of them who are fighting for the return of Hong Kong Island.

Compared to Lu Minghua and Liu Jiehui, Zhou Quan's inner mood was undoubtedly lower.

He was very aware of his husband's regrets, but he always had some hope in his heart.

Because he had his own little butterfly flapping its wings, the process of Hong Kong Island's return was obviously smoother than the historical process he knew.

Since the disbandment of the Police Political Department, the motherland has been suppressing the ghosts.

These good news may not necessarily make your husband feel a little more relaxed and happy, thereby extending his life for a period of time.

No matter how long it lasts, at least it won't let my husband pass away with regrets.

It's a pity that God is not kind! Destiny cannot be violated!

Some things are ultimately irreversible!

"Ah Quan! Jiehui!"

Lu Minghua was silent for a moment. He picked up the teacup in his hand and stared at the faces of Zhou Quan and Liu Jiehui.

"The boss didn't see the national flag raised on Hong Kong Island. We, the younger generation, must watch carefully on his behalf!"

"During this period, Hong Kong Island must ensure peace and stability!"

"There will be no room for any mistakes regarding the return of Hong Kong Island!"

The moment the words fell from his mouth, Lu Minghua, who had always been gentle and elegant, showed his rude attitude for the first time.

He directly raised his hand and raised his head, and drank all the white wine in the tea cup.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Quan and Liu Jiehui also showed no hesitation or hesitation, just like Lu Minghua's actions.

"Yes, sir!"

After putting down the tea cups, the two of them stood up and raised their hands in salute with firm and serious expressions.

Ensuring the smooth return of Hong Kong Island is now not only their duty as police officers, but also a mission to comfort the ancestors.