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

Song Shijie listened quietly to Fang Xinwu's information and lowered his head to fall into deep thought.

It is understandable that there are conflicts and contradictions between the two drug lords, Bamfo and Nuoka. After all, competitors are enemies. He is thinking whether there is any room for exploitation.

After a moment, Song Shijie raised his head, looked at Fang Xinwu with a sharp gaze and said, "Officer Fang, do you think that if we can cleverly intensify the conflict between them and make them fight each other, thereby consuming each other's strength, will this create more favorable conditions for our actions?"

Fang Xinwu frowned, thought for a moment and responded: "This may be a solution, but it is extremely difficult to implement. These two drug lords are extremely cunning. If we are careless, they may see through our intentions."

Song Shijie nodded slightly: "That's right, but if the plan is thorough and the arrangements are appropriate, it is not completely impossible to succeed. We can start from their territory, source of goods, transportation channels, etc., and create some illusions and misunderstandings."

Fang Xinwu nodded and raised his concerns: "But there are risks in doing so. If they reach some kind of compromise in the fight and unite to deal with us, the situation will become more complicated."

"In fact, there is such a good opportunity right now. Several of our colleagues from the Narcotics Investigation Division in Hong Kong are working with the local police in Siam to implement a fishing plan to try to lure out the Eight-Faced Buddha..."

Song Shijie knew that Fang Xinwu was absolutely trustworthy, so he immediately told Fang Xinwu everything about Ma Haotian, Su Jianqiu and others.

"Before, I was still worried that the corrupt police in the Siam police would leak the information about undercover police officer Su Jianqiu. Now I have a preliminary idea. I will use this to disrupt the deal first, and then set up a trap to lure out the competitor Nuo Ka..."

Fang Xinwu's eyes lit up, and he asked anxiously, "How do I do it specifically?"

Song Shijie lowered his voice and said, "Let's not talk about the situation of the black police for now. As long as he spreads the news and passes the undercover intelligence to Bobby or Eight-Faced Buddha, the deal will naturally end. We will then secretly plan to make Eight-Faced Buddha think that it was Nuo Ka who interfered. The undercover and the like are all a cover. The real reason is that he wants to monopolize the deal with the black Chai alone!"

Fang Xinwu nodded slightly, then asked: "Then how to ensure Su Jianqiu's safety?"

Song Shijie looked serious: "This is the key point. I will of course arrange for people to respond nearby, and I may even use force."

Fang Xinwu thought for a moment and said, "But the Eight-Faced Buddha is not so easy to fool. We have to make it more realistic."

"That's right, so we have to make it look like it was done by Nok Ka's men, leaving some deliberate clues."

He recalled the plot in the movie "Operation Mekong" and added: "Of course, a better way is for us to find another group of brothers to pretend to be another group of buyers, and through the middleman Mr. Sha and his subordinate Pier, attract the attention of Nuo Ka... Then, we will also destroy the transaction site, creating the illusion that the Eight-Faced Buddha is here to steal the business. In this way, they will inevitably clash."

Fang Xinwu took out another cigarette, handed it to Song Shijie, lit it for him, and asked with interest:

"Officer Song, Mr. Sha and Pierre are Nuo Ka's agents. The Chinese medicine dealer in China just told us about this. Before that, even a local boss like me didn't know about it. The question is, how did you know about this?"

Song Shijie blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Of course my informant told me. Don't forget, in the field of intelligence, money is hard currency."

Of course Song Shijie couldn't tell him that this was his memory of watching a movie in his previous life. He also had a key piece of information that he had not yet told Fang Xinwu.

That was Fang Xinwu’s nightmare, he would deal with it when the time was right.

Fang Xinwu knew very well that the man in front of him had extremely strong "cash power", so he nodded speechlessly and reluctantly accepted this explanation.

To operate on two fronts and deceive two cunning drug lords at the same time, the difficulty of the specific operation can be imagined.

The two discussed the details for a long time, repeatedly pondering every link, striving to make the plan foolproof.

……

At the same time, at a pier in Bangkok.

A black car stopped near the dock with four people in it, namely the driver Chachai, Ma Haotian, Zhang Ziwei and Wang Shunyi.

Zhang Ziwei was staring at the tablet computer in his hand. A flashing red dot appeared on the screen - this was the signal sent by the GPS locator on Su Jianqiu.

"How is it?" Ma Haotian asked.

"Everything is normal." Wang Shunyi replied while looking through the telescope, "Heichai and Aqiu have already arrived near the agreed location by boat, and they seem to be waiting for Bobby to show up."

……

At this moment, Heichai on the boat suddenly found a familiar figure on the shore, and he immediately looked in that direction vigilantly.

After confirmation, he ordered the boatman to dock at the shore without hesitation.

"How are you?" Bobby on the shore greeted Heishi warmly.

Hei Chai also responded: "Long time no see!", and at the same time motioned Su Jianqiu to go ashore with him.

As they walked and reminisced about the past, Bobby joked, "I thought you drowned in the Mekong River, Hei Chai. I heard that you lost hundreds of them in the Xiang River, but you didn't show any sign of changing your expression. I really admire you!"

The black Chai responded nonchalantly: "What else can I say? Now I'm on the run."

He pointed at Su Jianqiu behind him and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Aqiu, nicknamed Jinqiu (very good at fighting). He is my good brother. He has been with me through thick and thin."

Bobby turned around and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of a smile, and gently patted Su Jianqiu on the shoulder: "Aqiu, right? Such a handsome guy, you have a bright future!"

"Thank you, Brother Bobby." However, at this moment Su Jianqiu's mind was not on work at all.

In the past two days, he has been worried about his wife who is waiting for the birth of her baby at home, and his heart is heavy. Although he tries hard to hide his inner anxiety, his eyes and expression still reveal his uneasiness and worry.

Hei Chai seemed to notice something was wrong with Su Jianqiu, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you worried?"

Bobby laughed and continued, "You must be worried about your boss! I tell you, don't worry, the hundreds of black chai lost in Hong Kong are nothing. Come to Siam to buy flour in the future!"

Hei Chai was a little speechless for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Bobby, we are not here to buy milk powder, you don't have to be so loud, right?"

Bobby shook his head slightly and said to Heichai: "Heichai, this is Siam, not Hong Kong."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice getting louder and louder: "Now let's go eat some shark fin and get an authentic Thai massage. Later, I'll take you to buy the best No. 4 flour in the world!!"

Bobby's voice cracked a little when he said the last few words.

……

4:30 pm, in a back alley near a massage parlor in Bangkok.

"Sir Song, you are finally here."

Ma Haotian and his friends had been following Bobby, Heichai and others, watching them eat, drink and have fun, looking so happy.

It was not until he received a coded text message from Song Shijie that he said hello to the Siamese policeman Chachai, saying that he was going to urinate and came here to meet Song Shijie.

"Ah Tian, ​​the plan has changed. Even if Ah Qiu's identity is leaked, it's not a problem..."

Song Shijie slowly told Ma Haotian the plan he had made with Fang Xinwu this morning.

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