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

Song Shijie walked into the three-story old building.

The old stairs and mottled walls are covered with various marks and stains, and the lime has peeled off in some places, revealing the gray bricks and stones inside. These shabby details make the whole building look more vicissitudes.

I wonder if this human smuggler has unique taste or is in a bad state by choosing such a shabby building as his base.

He did not deliberately conceal his footsteps. When he reached the second floor, several men with rough skin and ferocious looks came up to him.

A burly man with a ponytail looked Song Shijie up and down, frowned and asked, "What are you doing? This is a private place!"

"Oh, it seems you don't know me. I'm looking for your boss, Brother Dart."

Song Shijie was too lazy to waste time talking to these small fry and directly showed his certificate of authorization.

"Superintendent O! You are the...Song...Sir Song!"

When the sturdy man saw the words "Superintendent Song Shijie of Organized Crime and Triad Bureau" on the warrant card, he immediately transformed into Master Su.

Anyone who has been around Hong Kong for a while, even if he doesn’t know this evildoer, must have heard of his name.

"The police are so great, they want to see the escort..."

The colorful-haired young man behind him hadn't finished speaking when his eyes blurred and he felt a sharp pain on his face. It turned out that the strong man had given him a big beating and shouted with his eyes wide open: "Shut up! All of you, get up there and inform the escort master that Song Shijie is here, hurry up!"

Damn, these idiots almost killed me. Did they think this was the uniformed policeman who randomly checked ID cards during patrol?

Song Shijie looked at the sturdy man's actions, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile, then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and also handed one to the sturdy man. The latter was a little flattered, and after taking the cigarette in a hurry, he hurriedly helped Song Shijie light the cigarette first, and then lit his own.

The sturdy man took a deep breath and blew out a beautiful smoke ring, thinking to himself: Hey, I'm really proud of myself this time, I'll have something to smoke when I go out in the future, Song Shijie actually gave me a cigarette personally.

He was muscular, but not stupid. He knew that Song Shijie came alone and was definitely not here to arrest people. Moreover, with the level of their gang, they were far from qualified to alarm him.

Soon, a fat man with a greasy face and short legs came running down from the third floor at a speed that was disproportionate to his size, shouting as he ran:

"Sir Song, it is such an honor to have you here!"

"Are you the Dragon King Escort? I want to know something from you."

Song Shijie looked the fat man up and down. It was hard to imagine that he was a person who had been making a living on the sea for a long time. Could it be that the larger the size, the greater the buoyancy?

"It's just a compliment from my friends in the underworld. In front of Song Sir, I am just a little snake, haha. Please, let's go to the office to discuss in detail. Ah Gui, make a pot of good tea."

Long Wangbiao brought Song Shijie to his office on the third floor.

Different from the shabby environment outside, the decoration here is quite luxurious. It seems that this person knows how to hide his shortcomings.

"I don't know why Song Sir came this time, but if I can help, I will definitely help. It's police-civilian cooperation!"

After his men brought in the tea, closed the door and left, Long Wangbiao personally poured a cup for Song Shijie and then asked carefully.

"Do you remember these two people? I heard that you sent them out of Hong Kong at 3 a.m. today."

Song Shijie took out the photos of Jin Taonian and Zhang Yijun from his arms.

After they escaped from the underground parking lot last night, the police quickly issued a warrant for their arrest on charges of "arms smuggling."

At the same time, customs, airports and other important transportation hubs also responded quickly and immediately launched a series of emergency measures. They sent more personnel to strengthen the inspection of inbound and outbound passengers, especially those who were about to leave Hong Kong.

Song Shijie judged that even if these two people carried many fake passports, it would not be easy for them to sneak out.

So he mobilized his connections in the underworld, such as Jimmy, Qin Huanxi and Qiu Gangao, to try to find out whether the two men had escaped from Hong Kong by smuggling.

Finally, Qiu Gangao provided reliable information that someone saw the Dragon King Escort's men carrying away two suspected "human snakes" late at night.

"Sir Song, I am a good citizen. I usually do some small business in shipping. I would never dare to do something like knowingly breaking the law and helping wanted criminals smuggle across the border!"

When Long Wangbiao saw the photo, his face changed slightly and he quickly denied it.

Damn it, the police actually found me so quickly. It seems like I really shouldn’t have been greedy for this man and woman’s money!

"I'll give you two choices. First, you confess right away. I'll get the information I want and leave. Second, I'll take you back to Oji and you'll confess. I'll give you three seconds to think about it."

"3"

Before Song Shijie could count to 2, the Dragon King Escort had already given up and shouted, "Sir Song, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

"Two people found me last night... Of course I know the police have issued a wanted order. I didn't want to get involved in these troubles, but they offered too much, 100 million per person, just to cross the Macau River... Don't worry, Song Sir, I know the rules and will never say anything. I will also donate the money to the police anonymously. I dare not cheat you, no matter who I cheat. Give me a way out, okay?"

After receiving the information that the two people had smuggled into Haojiang, and seeing that Longwangbiao was so tactful, Song Shijie did not make things difficult for him and even exchanged numbers with him.

This kind of human trafficker is well-informed and there's no guarantee that he won't be of use in the future.

"Dragon King Escort, forget it this time. If you do some small smuggling or even illegal immigration, I can pretend I didn't see it. But when it comes to human trafficking, arms and flour, you'd better think about the consequences."

After hitting the Dragon King Dart for a while, Song Shijie left the old building.

……

Three hours later, in Haojiang, in a hotel, in a luxury suite.

Song Shijie played with his Glock 17 pistol and thought carefully about his next plan.

Normally, when the Hong Kong police come here to investigate a case, they need to notify the local police, and they are not allowed to carry their service guns with them.

But this time he did not want to alert the Hong Kong police, so he used his connections in the Security Bureau and obtained a special warrant signed by Lu Minghua himself to secretly handle the case as a "special commissioner."

Lu Minghua had obviously learned some inside information, so he signed the warrant without asking any questions. He only told Song Shijie to contact Hong Kong immediately if he needed anything.

The area of ​​Macao is not large, even much smaller than that of Hong Kong. It can be said to be an insignificant tiny place.

However, due to its unique historical background, the entertainment industry in this place is extremely prosperous.

In such an environment, all kinds of characters emerge, including people from all walks of life. Behind these people are often complicated networks of power.

After several years of hard work, Song Shijie has built a very developed network of intelligence in Hong Kong, but he is still unable to do so here.

How to dig the person out quickly without alerting the police is exactly what Song Shijie is worried about at the moment.

It seems that this time I have to use my identity as the third young master of the Song family again.

He called the hotel lobby and asked, "Ask the general manager of your hotel to come up."

As one of the earliest hotels with its own casino in Haojing, the general manager soon came to the luxury suite. Of course, it may also have something to do with the name of the person who checked in.

"Mr. Song, how can I help you?"

The general manager's manners were impeccable.

"I want to see your big boss, Mr. He, so I'll say that Song Shijie from the Song family wants to visit him."

"Which Mr. He are you talking about?"

"Of course it's Mr. He."

(Second update, Song Sir went to Haojiang to show off, please give me five-star praise)

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