Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 341: If you want to see my trump card, then come on

"There's no news from Ah Hao about the warehouse." Zhou Sir's voice was low and a little angry. "But Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach and will never show up easily." He paused and glanced at everyone. "Xiao Zhang, go check the bottom of the Baishuishan Mine, especially Su Hanze's recent manifest, to see if you can dig out something."

Xiao Zhang stood up and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Zhou."

Mr. Zhou's eyes fell on the whiteboard again. It was filled with names: Su Hanze, Brother Biao, Lao Chen, Young Master Jin, Fatty Rong... Behind each name were complicated lines, interweaving into a web that was hard to see the whole picture. He whispered to himself, "Su Hanze, what the hell are you doing?"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, outside the old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei, the fog had dissipated, but the sun could not shine into this cold and gloomy area. Ah Hao and two plainclothes officers were still squatting in the stairwell, their eyes fixed on the warehouse door. Suddenly, a black van slowly drove up and stopped in the alley next to the warehouse.

"Here they come!" Ah Hao whispered, pinching the cigarette butt in his hand fiercely, "Xiao Zhang, keep an eye on it and see who it is."

Xiao Zhang nodded, took out his camera, and took a few photos of the van. The door opened, and two men in black jackets and sunglasses got out, moving quickly. They looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, one of them knocked on the side door of the warehouse. The door opened, and a thin figure flashed out, whispering a few words. The two men nodded and walked in.

"Damn it, it's not Su Hanze." Ah Hao frowned and cursed in a low voice, "What the hell are these guys doing?"

Xiao Zhang lowered his voice and said, "Brother Hao, do you want to follow me in and take a look?"

Ah Hao hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Don't act rashly. Su Hanze is as slippery as a loach. We have no evidence. If we rush in, we will only alert the enemy." He paused, took out his cell phone, and sent a text message to Zhou Sir: "There is movement in the warehouse, but it is not Su Hanze. Keep watching."

At the same time, in the warehouse, two men in black jackets stood in front of Ah Hui, their eyes as cold as ice. Ah Hui was still tied to the chair, the blood on his face had dried, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Brother Hui, why bother?" One of the men exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone was a little sarcastic, "You are not careful with your mouth, and you have fallen into this situation. The boss said that today is the last chance for you to tell us everything you know."

Ah Hui was trembling, his voice was intermittent: "I... I really told you everything... About Brother Biao, about Young Master Jin, about Fatty Rong, I know everything, I told you everything... Please, let me go..."

The other man sneered, extinguished his cigarette, squatted down and stared into Ah Hui's eyes: "Let you go? Brother Hui, do you think our boss is a philanthropist? But don't worry, the boss said that as long as you are honest, you can still breathe for the time being." He stood up and patted Ah Hui's face, "Think about it carefully, is there anything else you don't want to say."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze stood in front of the window, holding a cup of freshly brewed Pu'er tea in his hand, and the fragrance of tea spread in the air. Ah Mao pushed the door open and whispered, "Boss, the warehouse has been cleared. Mr. Zhou's people are still squatting, but they dare not approach. Your car is ready and can go over at any time."

Su Hanze nodded, his eyes falling on the mine outside the window. The light under the sun looked pale and weak. He whispered, "Amao, go and arrange for someone to go out at 3 pm and say that there is a batch of goods to be shipped out of the warehouse. See who will take the bait."

"Spread the word?" Ah Mao was stunned, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Boss, you mean..."

"You shouldn't ask about this, so keep quiet." Su Hanze waved his hand, his tone unyielding.

Ah Mao responded and left quickly. Su Hanze sat down again and lightly stroked the yellowed photo on the table. He whispered to himself: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Jin, Old Chen... Each of you wants to see my cards. Unfortunately, the game has just begun."

At the night market in Tsim Sha Tsui, Xiao Ma sat on a plastic chair at a small stall, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, but his eyes were as cold as ice. Opposite him sat a thin man wearing a baseball cap, who whispered, "Brother Ma, the informant said that Su Hanze might show up at the warehouse at 3 pm. It's probably related to Ah Hui's matter."

"Three o'clock in the afternoon?" Xiao Ma's eyes were stern, and he tapped the beer bottle in his hand lightly. "Damn, Su Hanze is really a guy who knows how to make trouble for himself." He paused, and his voice became colder. "Go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on the warehouse and see what Su Hanze wants to do."

It was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Zhang Hai stood in front of him, head down, and spoke cautiously: "Master, Brother Biao suffered a loss last night regarding the dock incident, and he will probably make trouble again today. Our people just found out that Su Hanze may have gone to the Yau Ma Tei warehouse this afternoon, and it may be related to Ah Hui's incident."

Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and shook the whiskey glass in his hand, causing the ice cubes to clink. He sneered, "Su Hanze really knows how to pick the right time. Yau Ma Tei warehouse? Humph, does he want to go there in person to silence us, or is he setting up another trap?" He paused, his eyes fell on Zhang Hai, "You go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on the warehouse and see what he wants to do. Don't do anything, understand? We are here to watch the show, not to act."

"Yes, Master." Zhang Hai nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "What about Brother Biao? Should we give him another push? Let him fight against Lao Chen a little harder?"

Young Master Jin snorted coldly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes were filled with coldness: "Push? Now is not the time. Brother Biao is an idiot, he will jump into the pit himself. Since Su Hanze dared to touch Ah Hui, he probably wants to muddy the water. Let's wait and see how he plays himself to death." He waved his hand, "Go, don't let me down."

Zhang Hai responded and quickly left the room. Jin Shao leaned on the sofa, tapping his fingers on the armrest, his mind full of Su Hanze's sneer. He knew that in this mess, everyone was testing, but every move of Su Hanze was like playing a game of chess that no one could see clearly. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you'd better not let me catch you."

At the same time, outside the old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei, the sun shone obliquely on the dilapidated iron door, and the air was still humid with morning mist. Ah Hao and two plainclothes officers squatted in the stairwell of the residential building opposite, and the cigarette butts burned a scorch mark on the concrete floor. Ah Hao stared at the warehouse door, his eyes piercing in that direction like nails, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, Su Hanze is such a good hider. I've been squatting for two hours, and I haven't seen a ghost."

Xiao Zhang rubbed his numb legs and whispered, "Brother Hao, Zhou Sir said Su Hanze will come this afternoon. Should we wait a little longer? Didn't the informant say that he might show up around three o'clock?" "Informant?" Ah Hao exhaled a puff of smoke and snorted, "How much can we trust the informant's words? But Zhou Sir's nose is sharper than a dog's. Since he said Su Hanze will come, it is estimated that he is right." He paused and lowered his voice, "Xiao Zhang, keep an eye on it. When the van comes again, take a clear picture of the person's face. Don't be distracted."

Xiao Zhang nodded, holding the camera tightly in his hand, and his eyes were locked on the warehouse door again. The air in the stairwell was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe, and time seemed to be stuck by glue, slowing down to make people anxious. Ah Hao put out his cigarette, took out the telegram, and sent another telegram to Zhou SIR: "No movement in the warehouse, keep squatting."

In the Yau Ma Tei warehouse, the air was so humid that it seemed like water could be wrung out of it. Ah Hui was still tied to the wooden chair, the blood on his face had dried into dark red spots, and his eyes were swollen to a slit. He lowered his head, whimpering softly in his throat, like a wild dog cornered. In the corner of the warehouse, two of Su Hanze's men were leaning against the wall smoking, the smoke drifting in the dim light. One of them, named Ah Cheng, exhaled a puff of smoke, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Brother Hui, you, why are you being so stubborn? If you had told me everything you know earlier, wouldn't you have suffered less?"

Ah Hui was trembling, his voice was intermittent: "I... I really told you everything... Brother Biao asked me to borrow the car, and the car was given by Ah Mao... I also told you about Master Jin, he met Feizai Rong twice in the Dongwan Club... I really have nothing else to say, please let me go..."

Another subordinate, Aqiang, sneered, put out his cigarette, walked over and squatted in front of Ah Hui, staring into his eyes: "Let you go? Brother Hui, do you think our boss runs a charity? What you said about Young Master Jin and Fatty Rong is bullshit. Tell me, what did you talk about when you met? Don't make me ask a second time."

Ah Hui was so scared that he shivered, his pants were wet again, and his voice was filled with tears: "I... I really don't know! I heard from Brother Biao that Young Master Jin wanted Fatty Rong to get involved in the dock incident, and they wanted to pressure Boss Su together... I didn't hear anything else clearly, please, forgive me..."

Ah Cheng and Ah Qiang looked at each other. Ah Cheng snorted, "You're still a tough guy." He stood up and took out a switchblade from his pocket. The blade flashed under the light. "Brother Hui, Boss Su is coming this afternoon. You'd better think about what you want to say. Otherwise, this knife won't have eyes."

Ah Hui was so frightened that his soul flew out of his body. He shook his head like a rattle: "I really said it... I really said it... I don't know much about Ah Mao's affairs. He is a black car driver in Kowloon and is usually well-informed... I swear, I didn't lie to you!"

Ah Qiang patted Ah Hui's face, stood up, and said in a tone as cold as ice: "Okay, Brother Hui, you'd better pray that Boss Su believes you." He turned to Ah Cheng and said, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him play any tricks. The boss said that he will come here in person at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Ah Cheng nodded, lit a new cigarette, and leaned back against the wall. The iron door of the warehouse creaked, and low footsteps were heard outside. Ah Cheng frowned, walked to the door, looked out through the gap, and whispered, "Damn, Mr. Zhou's people are still squatting outside, sneaking around."

Ah Qiang snorted, "Just stay there. It's strange that they dare to come in without evidence. The boss said that we'll put out some bait this afternoon and see who takes the bait."

On the streets of Yau Ma Tei, the sunlight was mottled by the old signs. Xiao Ma sat on a plastic chair at a barbecue stall, holding a bottle of soda in his hand, but his eyes were as cold as a knife. Opposite him sat the thin man in a baseball cap, who whispered, "Brother Ma, there's movement at the warehouse. Su Hanze's people went there again this morning, probably to see Ah Hui. The informant said that he might go there in person at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Three o'clock?" Xiao Ma narrowed his eyes and tapped the soda bottle in his hand. "Su Hanze is a guy who really knows how to get himself into trouble." He paused and lowered his voice. "Go and arrange for someone to keep an eye on the warehouse. Don't follow too closely, lest you be discovered by Su Hanze's people. As for Ah Hui's matter, I want to know what he vomited."

The man in the baseball cap nodded and asked in a low voice, "Brother Ma, Brother Biao suffered a loss at the dock last night, and he will probably make trouble again today. Should we get involved?"

Xiao Ma sneered and took a sip of soda. "A part in it? Brother Biao, that idiot, jumped into the pit himself, it's none of my business." He paused, his eyes fell on the shiny barbecued pork at the barbecue stall, "However, the matter at the dock is getting more and more muddy. Since Su Hanze dared to touch Ah Hui, he probably wants to drag everyone into it. Go tell Lao Li to keep an eye on the warehouse matter, don't think he can stay out of it."

"Yes, Brother Ma." The man in the baseball cap responded, stood up and disappeared into the crowd on the street.

Xiao Ma stared at the soda bottle with a complicated look in his eyes. He knew that Su Hanze's affairs were as deep as a bottomless pit, and if he was not careful, he might get himself into trouble. But he also knew that Su Hanze was not the only one behind the chaos at the dock. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, you'd better not let me catch you."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, outside the old warehouse in Yau Ma Tei, the sun was already slanting and dazzling, and the rust on the warehouse door glowed dark red under the light. Su Hanze's car slowly stopped at the entrance of the alley. He was wearing a long gray windbreaker, and his hat brim was pulled down low, covering half of his face. Ah Mao sat in the passenger seat, holding a thin document in his hand, and whispered: "Boss, the area around the warehouse has been cleared. Zhou Sir's people are still squatting in the opposite building, but they dare not get close."

Su Hanze nodded, his eyes swept across the alley, and he said calmly: "Amao, go spread the word that there is a batch of goods in the warehouse that will be shipped out tonight, and see who will take the bait."

"Delivering goods tonight?" Ah Mao was stunned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Boss, you mean..."

"Don't ask." Su Hanze glanced at him, his tone as cold as ice, "Go ahead and do it. Don't let me down."

Su Hanze turned and walked to the corner of the warehouse, his eyes falling on the wall filled with wooden boxes. He squatted down and opened a box at random, inside which were several jadeite stones of average quality. He sneered and whispered to himself: "Young Master Jin, Brother Biao, if you want to see my trump card, then come on."

At the same time, in the meeting room of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou stood in front of the whiteboard, the marker in his hand scratching on the paper with a harsh sound. He stared at Su Hanze's name on the whiteboard, his brows furrowed like a knot. Ah Hao pushed the door open, his face not looking good, and whispered: "Mr. Zhou, there is movement at the warehouse. Su Hanze's car just arrived, and he went into the warehouse in person."

"He went there in person?" Mr. Zhou's eyes were stern, and he threw the marker on the table. "Damn it, this guy finally couldn't help it." He paused and said in a low voice, "Ah Hao, take a few people and go over there immediately. Don't get too close. Keep an eye on him and see what he wants to do."

(End of this chapter)