Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

8 o'clock in the evening, at the Song family mansion.

"Third Master, you are finally back. Madam (Mother Song) asked me to make a stew of fish maw, conch and chicken. Please drink a few more bowls later."

As soon as he entered the house, the maid Sister Lian (a fictional character, whose image is based on a gold medal supporting actress of TVB. She has been engaged in charity work for many years and is an actress the author admires very much. Except for the eldest brother Song Shichang and the eldest sister-in-law Yang Qianer from "Bodyguard from Beijing", the rest of the Song family are fictionalized by the author, so please do not take it personally.) came up to him, helped Song Shijie take off his coat, and asked him to change into slippers.

"Thank you, Sister Lian. You don't have to be so polite. You've watched me grow up since I was a child. You're like a family member. You don't have to serve me. Are my parents back?"

"The master and the mistress are back, and the eldest and second young masters are back tonight. They are waiting for you." Sister Lian said as she welcomed Song Shijie to the dining room.

I saw my father Song Haohui, mother Yan Peiyun, eldest brother Song Shichang, eldest sister-in-law Yang Qianer and their daughter Song Miaoran, and second brother Song Shirong, all the family members of their lineage had already taken their seats.

As the youngest in the family besides Song Miaoran, Song Shijie felt a little embarrassed to ask the elders to wait for him.

"Dad, Mom, eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, second brother, Miaoran. I'm sorry, there was a lot of work at the police station and I came back late." As he said this, he touched his little niece's hair.

“Hmph, you are so awesome now. All the citizens in Hong Kong know that you bravely captured the murderer. Only we knew about it from watching the news…” Song Haohui stuck to his character as a strict father and expressed his dissatisfaction right away.

However, his defense was broken in the next second. His wife Yan Peiyun immediately interrupted Song Haohui's casting: "It's rare for Jiejie to come back for dinner, so don't say anything more. Shijie is also serving the citizens. They must not talk nonsense about the discipline of the police force. Mom understands. Jiejie, sit down. Sister Lian, the food can be served."

As the saying goes, the youngest son is the life of his mother. From childhood to adulthood, Yan Peiyun loved Song Shijie the most among the three brothers. She felt that everything about her youngest son was the best. Even though her family did not agree with Song Shijie becoming a policeman at the beginning and thought it was too dangerous, Yan Peiyun secretly supported him.

Song Shijie has lived two lives. His parents in the previous life died in official duties very early. In this life, Song Shijie has integrated the emotions of the original owner and cherishes his relationship with his family very much.

"Mom, I was wrong. No matter how busy I was, I should have called you to let you know I was safe. I will pay more attention next time. Dad, big brother, big sister-in-law, second brother, let's eat."

"Ah Jet, I'm speaking for mother-in-law. You've been a police officer for a few months and you've lost weight. Eat more vegetables!" The eldest sister-in-law Yang Qian'er and her mother-in-law obviously get along very well and joked.

"Uncle San is not just thin, he's handsome. My classmates all say that uncle looks photogenic and even asked me to help get his autograph!" The little girl Song Miaoran also actively joined in the conversation, and the family had dinner happily.

……

April 4, 3:23 pm, Tuguahuan Hongfu Hotpot Restaurant.

The older generation of Hong Kong people don't like hot pot cooked on induction cookers or gas stoves, and think that hot pot cooked on a charcoal stove is more authentic.

At this time, the three big bosses, Genting, Fitrong and Caishen, were eating and chatting around the charcoal stove.

The hook-nosed, bald Yunding hung up the ringing phone:

"I said I was busy, so why should I eat? I don't know what Wenhua's men are thinking, they are still calling me."

The fat man Caishen picked up a piece of delicious beef, boiled it for five seconds and put it into his mouth with a look of enjoyment on his face: "Sometimes I really don't know what Wenhua is thinking. Do you have to be so nervous about having a meal? You keep urging me."

"What could he be thinking? I saw Wenhua appearing, how could I be afraid of him?" Yunding said disdainfully.

"We all watched him emerge and expand the society. This guy is crazy," the last person to speak was Fit Rong, who was wearing black-framed glasses.

It has to be said that in terms of image, these three old-school bosses are quite different from Hou Wenhua, who is burly and often wears black clothes and sunglasses.

"Yes, I heard that Wang Zhenyang was the one who sent people to do this case. He is indeed a madman," responded the God of Wealth.

"Crazy? Am I crazier than him? Is he more powerful than the Prime Minister? He can have a meal when he says he wants to? He can hold a meeting when he says he wants to? Ignore him, and continue to have hot pot."

Yunding was obviously the most confident among the three. Fitrong and Caishen looked at each other, feeling a little worried.

At this time, in an alley outside the hot pot restaurant, Yang Qidong was still waiting for orders.

The phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, I'm Adong."

"We can't reach an agreement, let's get to work." Shapi said this and hung up the phone.

Yang Qidong took the last puff of his cigarette and turned to walk towards the hot pot restaurant.

……

"I'm telling you now, Wenhua is still acting disrespectful outside. I can deal with him in a minute." Yunding was obviously very dissatisfied with Hou Wenhua's behavior.

"From now on, I will draw a clear line between him and me. I don't care whether he wants to kill my first brother or my second brother. It has nothing to do with me."

As Yang Qidong walked along, the younger brothers at the door of the hot pot restaurant were staring at him covetously, but when they saw that there was only one person, they did not stop him.

Pushing open the glass door, the three bosses heard the sound and looked towards the person who came.

"Are you Shar-Pei's subordinate?" the God of Wealth asked in confusion.

Yang Qidong didn't say anything, he just pulled out his gun and shot, scaring the three bosses so much that they hid everywhere.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang". Yang Qidong fired several shots, hitting Yunding's shoulder and buttocks, and he was so frightened that he wet his pants.

The older you are in the underworld, the less courageous you become. Yunding, who had just spoken so boldly, was so frightened that he could not even speak. The other two good brothers, Fitrong and Caishen, hid far away. After all, in recent years, the fights between societies rarely involved guns. No one expected Yang Qidong to be so cruel and kill people alone.

The younger brother outside the door heard the gunshot and rushed in immediately to try to subdue Yang Qidong so that he "could not" shoot Yunding in the head in time.

The gunshots of course alarmed the paparazzi who were monitoring them in Genting from a distance, but they had already received orders and just watched the situation develop without following the usual practice of notifying other police colleagues to intervene.

Just when Yang Qidong was pinned down on the table by his younger brothers and was no match for his two fists, the door was pushed open again.

Hou Wenhua led several elite bodyguards into the hot pot restaurant.

……

September 4, 4:0 am.

Hou Wenhua looked around calmly. The three bosses were still in shock and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"It's really hard to find so many people at an appointment. I just came back from Siam, where I met the Dragon King." Hou Wenhua said as he took a stool and sat down in front of Yunding who was lying on the ground injured.

"You all know the power of the Dragon King. He said that if I want to be lucky, I should meet more old friends. When he mentioned old friends, I thought of you three."

The God of Wealth and Fit Rong, who were still able to show their talents, gave awkward but polite smiles and did not say anything.

"It's been a long time since we sat down to eat and chat. Is it possible tonight? Your foot is not injured, so I won't have to push your wheelchair. Go to the hospital to bandage it, and I'll make you some soup to replenish your blood in the evening." Hou Wenhua stared at Genting.

Yunding covered his wound and looked at Hou Wenhua with horror in his eyes. If Yang Qidong's bullet had hit his heart a little bit more, he would have died.

Seeing that Yunding didn't answer, Hou Wenhua took it as his acquiescence and turned to Caishen and Fitrong: "He's fine now, what about you guys?"

How could the two dare to refuse? They could only agree without hesitation.

"Then it will be tonight. I'll call you then. Adong, let's go."

Seeing that their eldest brother didn't say anything, the younger brothers could only let Yang Qidong leave.

……

April 4, 4 am, Baoqi Trading Company.

After listening to the call from Yang Qidong using the space card, Song Shijie began to think about the current situation.

According to Yang Qidong, he has initially gained Hou Wenhua's trust. Hou Wenhua promised him that he wanted to turn dozens of companies (communities) in Hong Kong into one, standardize management, make it bigger and stronger, and create greater glory.

If Hou Wenhua can really take over the forces of Genting (influence area: Yau Tong, Kwun Chung), Caishen (Tuen Mun, Yuen Long) and Fit Rong (Wan Chai, Causeway Bay), it is not impossible to unify the Hong Kong underworld.

Of course, ideals are full of hope, but reality is very bleak. We can only say that Hou Wenhua has been a little too proud in recent years to dare to dream such a beautiful dream. He doesn’t know the horror of Tekken (a famous fighting game from Zhinanmeng Palace, don’t think too much).

The so-called dinner in the evening was obviously the first step for Hou Wenhua to redefine the new community order of his dreams after returning to Hong Kong.

"Jodie, come in for a moment. And ask someone to prepare two cups of coffee. Thank you." The person on the intercom was called.

"Jet Sir, can you be more polite to me? I am an inspector and you are still a trainee." Zhou Wangqing expressed dissatisfaction, but she was convinced of Song Shijie's ability. As soon as she took over the CIB paparazzi, she hooked out the undercover around Hou Wenhua. Of course, this information is currently known only to her master Gong Jiapei, Song Shijie and herself in the entire CIB.

"Okay, beautiful and capable Madam Jodie, could you please tell me what the three bosses at Genting did after the shooting last night?"

"The shooting case was taken over by the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad 1 (the hot pot restaurant is located in To Kwa Wan, southern Kowloon, under the jurisdiction of the West Kowloon Region), but since no one was killed in the internal fight among the Young and Dangerous, it is estimated that they will not investigate it in detail. Following the paparazzi's report, Yunding's injuries should not be serious. He was sent to a black clinic by his younger brother for treatment and then returned to his old nest in Yau Tong. Cai Shen and Fit Rong also dared not stay in Hou Wenhua's power and went home separately."

Zhou Wangqing took a sip of coffee and continued, "According to the surveillance records of the Rabbit Squad, they all called their subordinates to notify them to send more people to follow them. They were probably afraid that Hou Wenhua would harm them. As an aside, these three old guys have no modern anti-reconnaissance awareness. They communicate directly with their mobile phones for many things. They are far worse than Hou Wenhua."

"I agree. These three bosses are much easier to deal with than Hou Wenhua. But they have nothing to do with us. Let the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau follow up. Although Hou Wenhua probably uses the space card for everything, the monitoring still needs to be done." Song Shijie said.

"Well, our Rabbit Team also tried to install equipment (CIB's high-power directional monitoring equipment) opposite the Sanyang Clan Association, the base of Hou Wenhua's society, but it is estimated that there is a jammer installed there, and the reception effect is very poor." Zhou Wangqing, the head of the Rabbit Team, basically arranged everything that could be done.

"In this case, it probably won't work to send someone in with a machine to eavesdrop on intelligence. I tried to apply to the Department of Justice and other departments to directly send people in to install cameras (refer to the "Overheard" series, but it requires clearer evidence and approval from the Department of Justice and other departments) to see if there is any gain." Song Shijie gave a solution.

"Well, we can only take it one step at a time. By the way, Hou Wenhua met with the police chief Feng Zhiwei an hour before he arrived at Hongfu Hotpot Restaurant last night, but the two sides only talked for a while and there was no conflict."

"Oh, then it seems like it's time to invite Chief Inspector Feng to our CIB for a cup of coffee." Song Shijie took a sip of coffee, thoughtfully.