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

Chapter 343 The Dead Have the Tightest Mouths

"He's still downstairs." Ah Mao answered, "Ah Cheng was watching him and didn't dare let him run away."

"Bring him up here." Su Hanze said calmly, "I have something else to ask."

A few minutes later, Ah Hui was dragged to the second floor by Ah Cheng. His face was even more swollen, his eyes could hardly open, and his lips were trembling, as if he would collapse at any moment out of fear. Ah Cheng pushed him to the ground and sneered, "Brother Hui, you are really tough. The boss wants to talk to you."

Ah Hui knelt on the ground, his voice shaking like a sieve: "Ze...Brother Ze, I really told you everything...I didn't lie to you..."

Su Hanze didn't look at him. He lowered his head and took a sip of wine. He said slowly, "Ah Hui, let me ask you, who is backing Young Master Jin and the Hong Kong Police Force?"

Ah Hui was stunned, and a dry murmur came out of his throat: "I... I really don't know... Brother Biao only mentioned that Young Master Jin has a connection in the police department, but he didn't say who it was... I swear, I didn't lie!"

Su Hanze raised his eyes, and his gaze slashed across Ah Hui's face like a knife: "You'd better not lie. Because I hate it most when people act in front of me."

Ah Hui was so scared that he trembled and nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "Brother Ze, how dare I... I really said everything..."

Su Hanze said nothing more, and waved his hand to let Ah Cheng take him down. He stood up, walked to the window, and glanced at the entrance of the alley again. The black car had disappeared, but there was another inconspicuous van in the depths of the alley, with the windows closed, so he couldn't see clearly inside.

"Ah Cat," Su Hanze suddenly said, "Would you like to move tonight's goods?"

Ah Mao was stunned and asked tentatively: "Boss, didn't you say that we were just spreading rumors tonight?"

"The word has spread, and the fish have taken the bait." Su Hanze turned around, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "But what's the point of just fishing? Tonight, the goods are really going to move."

Ah Mao's eyes lit up: "Boss, you mean..."

"Let Ah Ren prepare." Su Hanze's voice was so low that it sounded like a whisper in his ear. "The cargo will be shipped from Kowloon Wharf at nine o'clock tonight. But it won't be our ship, it'll be Lao Chen's."

Ah Mao was stunned for half a second, then grinned: "Boss, this trick of yours is quite cruel."

Su Hanze didn't laugh, and looked out the window again: "How ruthless? Let's see who jumps into the pit first tonight."

At the same time, in the back alley of the Dongwan Club, Young Master Jin leaned on the car seat, holding a cigar in his hand, and the smoke swirled in front of him. His driver Zhang Hai stood outside the car and reported in a low voice: "Master, there is movement at the dock. Old Chen's people have mixed in with the workers, and I think they will really take action tonight."

Young Master Jin blew out a puff of smoke, his eyes as cold as ice: "Old Chen, this old fellow, really can't keep his cool."

"Then what about us..." Zhang Hai asked tentatively.

Young Master Jin didn't answer, his eyes swept towards the alley outside the car window. In the distance, the lights of the dock flickered in the night, as if waving to him. He suddenly sneered: "Su Hanze wants to fish, and Lao Chen wants to grab food, so let's let them bite. Tell Brother Biao to let his people join in the fun at the dock tonight."

"Young Master, you mean..." Zhang Hai's eyes lit up.

"Let Brother Biao go and die." Young Master Jin's voice was as cold as a knife. "If Su Hanze wants to play, we will play with him to the end."

As the night deepened, the sound of cranes at Kowloon Wharf could be heard intermittently in the wind. At the wharf, several workers lowered their heads to carry wooden boxes, but their eyes kept glancing at the cargo ship in the distance. In the cabin, under the dim light, several figures were talking in low voices.

"Is the goods ready?" a hoarse voice asked.

"Okay, we'll leave on time at nine o'clock," another voice replied, a little nervously, "But Boss, do we really need to use Master Chen's boat?"

"Use his boat, take his risk." A hoarse voice chuckled, "Boss Su said that whoever jumps into the pit tonight will be buried."

Outside the dock, in the van in the alley, Ah Hao and Xiao Zhang were still staring at the direction of the warehouse. Ah Hao's telegram vibrated, he looked down, and his face instantly darkened.

"What's wrong, Brother Hao?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"News from Mr. Zhou." Ah Hao's voice was so low that it sounded like he was gritting his teeth. "There will be a big action at the dock tonight. Su Hanze may be involved personally."

Xiao Zhang took a deep breath: "Then let's..."

"Wait." Ah Hao gritted his teeth, "No one can escape tonight."

It was completely dark, and the wind at the dock was blowing harder, like a knife cutting through everyone's face. Su Hanze stood on the second floor of the warehouse, his eyes piercing through the night and falling on the lights of the dock in the distance. The old pistol in his hand had been polished to a shine, and the muzzle shone coldly under the light.

"Ah Mao, it's almost time." He whispered, "The show should start."

Ah Mao nodded and went downstairs to make arrangements. Outside the warehouse, more and more shadows appeared in the alley, some hiding in the darkness, some pretending to be passers-by, slowly approaching the dock. The night was like a net, covering everyone inside, and Su Hanze was like the one pulling the net.

At nine o'clock, the crane at the dock stopped, and the whistle of the cargo ship pierced the night sky. In the distance, several dark figures walked past the path beside the dock, holding weapons in their hands and their eyes full of vigilance.

"The goods are starting to move." A dark shadow whispered.

"Keep a close eye on them and don't let Su Hanze's men escape." another voice said coldly.

At the same time, in the warehouse, Su Hanze slowly stood up, picked up his windbreaker and put it on, lowering the brim of his hat to cover half of his face. He glanced at his watch and smiled: "The fish is hooked."

He pushed open the iron door of the warehouse and walked out, followed by Ah Mao and several of his men. In the night, their figures were like ghosts, silently blending into the darkness of the alley.

At the dock, the hatch of the cargo ship slowly opened, and several workers began to move wooden boxes. In the distance, Lao Chen's men hid in the dark, staring at the cabin. At the same time, Biao Ge's men also came from the other side, holding short knives in their hands, and their steps were as light as cats.

"The goods are on the ship." One of Brother Biao's men whispered, "Let's do it?"

"Wait." The leading man lowered his voice, "Su Hanze's people haven't shown up yet."

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out at the dock, so sharp that it seemed to tear the night sky apart. Everyone froze for a moment, and then there was chaos on the dock. Workers fled in all directions, and dark figures drew their weapons one after another. Shouts, curses, and footsteps mixed together.

"Who fired the shot?" someone among Lao Chen's men shouted.

"I don't know! Find cover!" another voice shouted.

Su Hanze stood at the entrance of the alley. When he heard the gunshot, his brows slightly frowned. He glanced at Ah Mao and whispered, "It seems that someone is more anxious than us."

Ah Mao grinned and said, "Boss, this show is getting better and better."

Su Hanze said nothing, his eyes swept towards the dock. In the chaos, a black car came speeding from a distance, its headlights piercing the night sky, heading straight for the dock. The car door opened, and several masked men jumped out, holding long guns in their hands, and opened fire at Lao Chen's men without hesitation.

"Young Master Jin's men!" Ah Mao cursed in a low voice, "This kid really can't help himself!"

Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "No, it's Lao Chen's people. Young Master Jin is not stupid enough to do this."

The gunshots on the dock became more frequent, and the flames flickered in the night, like a silent fireworks display. Su Hanze slowly retreated back to the alley, leaned against the wall, and whispered, "Amao, go check who fired the first shot."

"Yes." Ah Mao responded and disappeared into the darkness with the two people.

Su Hanze lit a cigarette, the firelight reflected his stern face. He looked at the chaos on the dock, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He had been planning the game tonight for too long, and every move was in his calculations. But he knew that there would always be surprises on the chessboard, and he was waiting for that surprise.

At the dock, the gunfire gradually stopped. There were several bodies lying on the ground, and blood was seeping on the concrete floor of the dock. Lao Chen's people and Brother Biao's people were facing each other, and no one dared to move. The hatch of the cargo ship had been closed, but the ship did not move, as if it was still waiting for something. In the distance, Ah Hao and Xiao Zhang huddled on the roof, their faces pale. Xiao Zhang's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the camera, and his voice trembled: "Brother Hao, this... this is a fucking gunfight!"

Ah Hao gritted his teeth and stared at the dock: "Where are Mr. Zhou's people? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"Here they come!" Xiao Zhang suddenly shouted, pointing in the distance, "Police car! Mr. Zhou's people are here!"

Several police cars rushed in from a distance, sirens blaring, headlights lighting up the dock. The police jumped out of the car, rifles in hand, and quickly took control of the scene. Lao Chen's men and Biao Ge's men were pinned to the ground, and the cargo ship was surrounded.

Su Hanze stood at the entrance of the alley, watching this scene, smoke rising slowly from the corners of his mouth. He whispered to himself, "Sir Zhou, you came pretty quickly."

He turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the alley. The chaos on the dock continued, but for him, the drama had reached its climax. Next, he had to wait for the person hiding behind the scenes to reveal his true identity.

The night is not over yet.

The bloody smell at Wan Chai Pier had not yet been completely blown away by the sea breeze, and the flashing lights of the police car illuminated the remains on the ground. Several policemen carried stretchers and walked silently among the bodies. A middle-aged police officer in a windbreaker stood at the door of the warehouse, his eyes sharp and his mouth tightly pursed.

He was Mr. Zhou, who had just gotten off the car and had not spoken a word. His eyes were always fixed on the windowsill on the second floor of the warehouse, as if he was wondering who had been standing there.

"Sir Zhou." A young police officer trotted over and reported in a low voice, "Among the people we have arrested so far, Su Hanze is not there."

Mr. Zhou nodded without saying anything and walked into the warehouse.

The warehouse was in a mess, with scattered shells still warm and the smell of gunpowder and damp wood lingering in the air. He walked to the wall, touched a cigarette butt on the ground, rubbed it with his fingers, and sniffed it.

"Yuxi." He whispered.

"Ah?" The police officer didn't respond.

"Su Hanze smokes Yuxi." Zhou Sir said indifferently, standing up and looking at the dark sea outside the window. "He was here and watched the whole show."

"Should we... give chase?"

"No rush." ​​He looked at the chaotic scene on the dock with flashing police lights and uncollected bodies, and his tone remained steady. "Not all the fish have come out yet, and the water isn't muddy enough."

At the same time, on the other side of Hong Kong Island, at Po Hing Fong in Mid-Levels, an old western-style building was brightly lit.

Su Hanze leaned on the sofa, holding a half-lit Yuxi in his hand, the ash falling gently under the dim chandelier. His windbreaker was hanging on the back of the chair, the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and the string of topaz beads on his wrist was slightly shiny.

"Where's Ah Mao?" he asked indifferently.

"Downstairs." A young man wearing glasses standing opposite him answered respectfully, "He brought two people with him and just came back."

"Let him come up."

Not long after, Ah Mao pushed the door open and walked in, with a hint of excitement on his face.

"Have you found out?" Su Hanze didn't look up, but just exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It was Brother Biao's people who started it first." Ah Mao said, "But the first shot... was not fired by them."

Su Hanze raised his eyes and stared at Ah Mao: "No?"

"Someone was hiding behind the warehouse, using a Russian-made M1895. Neither Lao Chen nor Brother Biao's men had this weapon." Ah Mao licked his lips, "That gun was aimed at the little brother next to Su."

"Have you found the sniper point?"

"Found it. Just checked it out. He ran away after the fight. No trace of him was left."

Su Hanze slowly sat up, put out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray, squinted his eyes and said, "He's a spectator."

"Who did it?" asked Ah Mao.

"It could be from the Wutong Society." Su Hanze said in a low voice, "It could also be someone from Sanshui Street... But I think it was someone from the British side who did it."

"The British side?" Ah Mao was stunned. "Why are they getting involved in this mess?"

Su Hanze was in no hurry to explain. He stood up and walked to the window, opened it a little, and looked at the scattered lights in the night.

"Because some people don't want the 'goods' to really fall into the hands of any party."

Ah Mao didn't reply for a while, but just tightened his windbreaker.

"Check the cargo, go to Lao Fang at the shipyard and ask him to talk." Su Hanze turned his head and glanced at him, his tone unquestionable, "Hurry."

Ah Mao nodded and walked out.

Su Hanze stood by the window for a long time, and suddenly said to himself: "Mr. Jin...what else are you hiding?"

At this moment, in a private pub in Tsim Sha Tsui, Young Master Jin was sitting in a purple velvet chair, holding a jade ear spoon in his hand and gently picking his ears. In front of him stood a lean middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit, holding a document in his hand.

"Su Hanze has moved." The middle-aged man whispered.

Young Master Jin raised his eyebrows: "It would be strange if he didn't move."

"But he didn't take the goods." The middle-aged man added, "On the contrary, Lao Chen and Brother Biao were all taken away. The police came too quickly."

"That's the problem." Young Master Jin put away the jade spoon and played with the seemingly insignificant object. "The police came too quickly, which means the news leaked from our side."

"You suspect the inside?"

"It doesn't matter who I suspect. What's important is..." Young Master Jin stood up and walked to the map on the wall. He pointed his finger at an inconspicuous red dot and said, "This batch of goods was originally scheduled to be transferred to Kowloon Dock tonight, but the route was changed temporarily. Only three people knew about it."

"You and I, and..."

"Another one died." Jin Shao said coldly.

The middle-aged man was slightly shocked.

Jin Shao suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter though, the dead have the tightest mouths."

"So what's our next step?"

"Let Ma Ji mobilize the warehouse's fleet." Jin Shao said slowly, "Continue to transfer the goods."

(End of this chapter)