Hong Kong Movies: I am Hongxing, what the hell is the intelligence king?

Chapter 204 The water in Hong Kong is very deep!

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The Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC slammed the file in his hand onto the table and glared at his subordinates:
"Is this what you are investigating for me?"

"You said the ones who did it were the elite members of the Special Air Service Regiment? Are you kidding me?"

The subordinates were scolded so much that they turned pale, yet they also felt wronged.

The deputy commissioner was even more angry:

"Are you still not convinced?"

The subordinate said:
"Boss, judging from the scene, it was definitely done by the Special Air Service Regiment."

"They used daggers to kill the two guards at the door from the beginning, and then used HK MP5 to kill William and Stone."

"They used submachine guns like pistols."

"The most important thing is that it only took one shot to kill two of our well-trained, elite-level investigation directors."

"And the way the two men died earlier was the standard method used by agents."

"The dagger pierces the heart from the ribs. This is not a technique that ordinary people can use."

The deputy commissioner’s face darkened.

"We collected evidence at the scene and found three pairs of footprints. The people there were of different heights, but no matter what, they all showed one thing..."

"They are indeed equipped with special equipment from the Air Service Regiment."

"And the combat effectiveness of our field elites has always been impressive. It is impossible for ordinary people to defeat them."

The Deputy Commissioner roared:

"Are you kidding me?"

"Aren't they still dead?"

The subordinate was not convinced and said:

"Who in the whole of Ansa can defeat the Special Air Service?"

"Even the agents of the Military Intelligence Department dare not say that they are sure to win."

"It's not like we haven't dealt with agents from the Military Intelligence Department before. Many of them are not as skilled as us."

The deputy commissioner felt extremely absurd:

"You mean to say that the SAS agents deliberately killed one of our elite field teams just to go east?"

"Could it be that Xiangfangdong is a very important person?"

The subordinate whispered:
"It's not impossible."

The deputy commissioner's mouth opened wide:
"Do you know what the hell you are talking about?"

The subordinate simply speculated his own thoughts:
"It is very likely that Xiangfangdong has multiple identities."

"We have his complete archive - certainly well-documented archive."

"According to the records in the archives, Xiangfangdong's experience is legendary. He kept changing bosses and then kept killing them."

"Under such circumstances, being able to accurately find the next buyer every time is something that not everyone can do."

“That’s his specialty.”

“But this cannot help but cause us to think deeply.”

"Could it be that Xiangfangdong didn't really want to change the boss, but he just had no choice?"

"Someone forced him to keep changing the boss, someone forced him to keep changing people."

"Xiangfangdong is a fan."

The deputy commissioner's heart skipped a beat as his subordinates' ideas were surprisingly consistent with his own.

"I think Mr. Huang from the police station noticed this and quickly withdrew his hands."

"Xiangfangdong's identity is very sensitive, and the origins of the three assassins who killed William's team are even more sensitive."

"I guess they have guessed the horror they are going to face, and they deliberately threw this case to us and chose to get out on their own."

"That is to say, Xiangfangdong is most likely the white glove of some big shot."

Having said that, the subordinate decisively shut up and stopped talking.

The commissioner had a headache and waved his hand, and all his men walked out.

There's nothing I can do. I can't hold on at this moment.

Solving a case requires evidence.

The ICAC Commissioner is a little scared!

I can't help but think of the fat guy Huang Bingyao:

"Could that fat guy have discovered something and is trying to pass on the blame?"

It seems possible!

The deputy commissioner thought about it and still found it incredible:

"Are there any members of the Special Air Service in Hong Kong?"

The subordinate said cautiously:
"There is actually an officer in Hong Kong who retired from the Special Air Service Regiment. He was originally from here."

The deputy commissioner sighed helplessly:
"Forget it, let's investigate slowly, we will definitely find out their flaws."

The men were terrified:
"Boss, this is the Ansa garrison, an absolutely huge force. We don't have the authority to investigate them."

The deputy commissioner was choked to death:
"roll!"

"Get out of here!"

The men hurried back.

The deputy commissioner sat down dejectedly, picked up the file unwillingly and read it again.

It has to be said that the ICAC's elite field officers are professionally capable, and the above evidence all points to an absurd fact - a small team of elite members of the Air Service Regiment raided the ICAC's safe house.

The ICAC's elite field agent was killed cleanly and efficiently, and then Xiangfangdong was also rescued.

The reason why we said "rescue" instead of killing him is because the bodies of the four field team members were there. If they wanted to kill Xiangfangdong, why would they bring him outside and kill him?
That would greatly increase the risk of exposure.

Not worth it!

The Deputy Commissioner did not want to admit it but had to.

There must be evidence in everything we do.

However, all the evidence now points to one thing - Xiangfangdong was really rescued by the Air Service Regiment.

"Damn Air Force Regiment!"

The deputy commissioner smiled coldly.
"These sons of bitches are the Hong Kong garrison!"

How could the Air Service Regiment come to Hong Kong?
However, retired Air Service Regiment personnel would come here, and the Deputy Commissioner happened to know that there was a member of the Air Service Regiment in the garrison.

The deputy commissioner also served in the army. In fact, not only him, but even the four deceased William had served in the army.

Soldiers are martial people. If you have outstanding professional skills, you will be respected by the entire team. After all, people will die in war, so naturally you have to listen to the opinions of the strong.

Maybe that son of a bitch will spontaneously bring the Air Service Regiment's style to Hong Kong.

What's so strange about training a team?

As the Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC, doesn’t he know that the Angsa garrison has the equipment of the Air Force Regiment?
Stop being funny!

It's so infuriating!

The deputy commissioner looked gloomy.

Jingle Bell!
A rapid ringing of the bell startled the deputy commissioner.

"Hello, this is the ICAC Enforcement Division."

"Dude, it's me!"

The deputy commissioner relaxed, as it turned out that the person opposite him was the deputy director.

"Michael, you need to relax."

The deputy commissioner smiled bitterly and said:

"Jacob, I can't relax."

"William's team was killed."

"The people who killed them might be the Air Service."

Deputy Director Jacob was very calm:
“I have seen the report from the West Kowloon Department.”

“They made the same decision.”

Deputy Commissioner Michael said bitterly:

"Huang Bingyao is a cunning fat fox. His fat face can really scare people."

"This guy runs faster than anyone else when he smells danger."

Michael deeply understood what it meant to not judge a book by its cover.

"Michael, Huang didn't feel you checking on them, did he?"

The Deputy Commissioner said decisively:

"No."

"There was only the body of our young man at the crime scene. Xiangfangdong has been rescued."

“I feel like we’ve fallen into a trap.”

"Ever since what happened with Richard, nothing has gone well."

The deputy director disagreed:
"Your feeling is definitely not accurate."

"The Sir told me that the wealthy man had contacted him and was very interested in promoting the development of Sham Shui Po."

The deputy commissioner smiled bitterly and said:

"He's a very wealthy man. Even if we can follow him, we won't get the lion's share."

The deputy director was very surprised:
"What on earth do you think?"

Michael was puzzled:

“Shouldn’t the club take the lion’s share?”

Jacob smiled bitterly:
“That was a major expansion of Sham Shui Po, and the initial funding was in the billions.”

"Although our club is big, we still can't have the lion's share. The best thing is to follow a rich man and eat the soup."

"I know you're unwilling... but you have to know that even this bowl of soup can make us die!"

"It's not about eating too much, it's about eating too much to death!"

Michael was silent for a long time:
"Well, I was too greedy."

Jacob said:

"I have good news for you."

Michael shrugged.

"I hope it's really good news."

Jacob smiled and said:

"The cause of Richard's death has landed."

Michael was horrified:

"what?"

"Did Huang Bingyao find out the truth about Richard's death?"

"What kind of good news is this?"

Jacob smiled and said:

"It is indeed good news. The West Kowloon Police Department believes that Senior Superintendent Richard committed suicide."

Michael was stunned and said in a lost voice:
"suicide?!"

"Is Huang Bingyao still so flexible?"

Jacob shrugged.

"You are right. Huang Bingyao is indeed a fox. He has sensed your ill will towards him from what happened today."

"So, this is a sign that he wants to ease the relationship."

"How do you plan to do that?"

Michael frowned.
"You mean, Huang Bingyao already knows that we are targeting him?"

Jacob said with a smile:
"This is clearly a criminal case, but you are still holding on to it." "This has crossed the line. Huang Bingyao is not stupid. If he doesn't know the situation, then it will be useless."

"You know, there are a lot of idiots in this world, but unfortunately, an idiot can't be the CEO of the West Kowloon Region."

"Huang Bingyao is a fat fox, isn't that what you just said?"

Michael was quite unwilling:

"But Fang Xiangdong said... he had evidence that the police officers at the West Kowloon Police Headquarters had committed a crime."

Jacob looked serious:

"According to my judgment, Xiangfangdong is a white glove thrown by someone."

"Do you agree with that?"

Michael nodded solemnly:

"Of course!"

"They must be white gloves."

Jacob continued:

"Then you should understand one thing. White gloves don't have their own thoughts. If they develop such a will..."

Michael couldn't help but answer:
"Then you should change your glove."

What he said was correct, but his expression had changed.

Jacob shrugged.

"It seems that we have reached a consensus. Then, you should understand..."

"Is someone trying to investigate Xiangfangdong's case?"

Michael asked with a dark face:
"Who are you testing?"

Jacob gave his own speculation:

"We still have the police to test us."

"We all know who took the 400 million silver notes. They threw it out to the east to confirm something..."

"Neither we nor the police know how much we have found."

"Or how much interest we have in this area."

“It is undeniable that both the police force and the ICAC are powerful agencies.”

"so……"

"Whoever is interested is the other party's enemy."

Michael fell silent.

If the ICAC can track down the group of people who are supposed to be able to withdraw the money, then the police can naturally do the same.

The ICAC was able to find ten military vehicles, and so could the police.

The ICAC was able to make a clear judgment on the case, and so can the police.

After all, everyone is facing the same clues.

You can't expect the police force to be full of fools, that's unrealistic.

The good news is that the Gold Club knew what they were looking for and the police did not.

Because they didn't know that several banks related to the club lost 400 million in vain.

That's the only good news.

"Why do you want to investigate the police force?"

Michael replied:
"The police are very interested in Richard's case."

Jacob sighed:

"Then have you ever thought about whether they should be interested in Richard?"

Michael was speechless again.

The Police Department should have a legitimate interest in Richard's case.

Richard was a senior superintendent of the Special Branch. He was shot execution-style. It would be abnormal if the police force did not take some action.

"You're upset!"

Jacob sighed.

Michael's face darkened:
"I did it for the club."

Jacob shrugged.

"Yes, you did it for the club."

"So now that the situation is clear, what are you going to do?"

"The West Kowloon Police Headquarters has announced the cause of Richard's death. To be honest, the Political Department has no objection. I have reported this to the Security Bureau, and I have no objection either..."

Any normal person would know that Richard would never commit suicide, but the strange thing was that after Huang Bingyao proposed it, no one objected at all.

It was as if Richard had actually committed suicide rather than being executed.

Michael certainly didn't object, unless he was upset.

"I agree."

Jacob breathed a sigh of relief:
"Just figure it out."

“We are two of the big three and the pillars of stability for the club.”

"If you really cause a conflict between the police and the ICAC, that would be bad."

Michael didn't want to talk.

Jacob said meaningfully:
"Michael, you should know how deep the water in the Xiangjiang River is, right?"

“Think about how we got to where we are now.”

"Think about what you said about Jazz when you first met him."

"Think about the level that Jazz is at."

"Think about other forces..."

"You don't think that the Jazz is the only force like them?"

Michael stared at the report in his hand in a daze, smiling bitterly.

only?

Damn the only one!

Can this be the only one?

Ugh!
Michael sighed deeply:
"I'll call him myself and I'll tell him what happened."

"Don't worry, I won't keep an eye on the West Kowloon Headquarters anymore."

"I'm a few years away from retirement and I want to earn a little more for my pension."

Jacob laughed:

"You are wise indeed, Michael!"

Michael hung up the phone, feeling cold:

"Did Jacob call me on his own, or did the Jazz instruct him?"

The cornerstone of the club is not some damn Big Three. There is only one from beginning to end, and that is the Jazz!
Whether it was Jacob or Michael, they were both promoted by the jazz.

Michael just pondered for a while and immediately made his decision. Damn Richard, get out of his mind!

……

"Hey, you're all here. You look pretty good."

"Mr. Lin!"*4
When Lin Feng and Li Fu arrived at the community hospital, everyone was there.

Chen Taotao, Dashan, Fang Zhanbo and Nanzai.

Lin Feng glared at Nanzi:
"Are you okay?"

"Why do you always come to Taotao's place?"

"Why don't you go to Mr. Jiang's place more often if you have the time?"

Nanzai complained:

"I want to do that, but I can only go in twice a day."

Lin Feng tilted his head in disbelief:
"You are the director of the hospital and Mr. Jiang's attending physician. You said you can only go in twice a day?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Nanzi smiled bitterly:
"That's not true!"

"Is this the reality..."

"The rules made by Brother Jun and Brother Tianhong personally..."

"Not to mention the nurses, even I have to obey."

Lin Feng was very satisfied with Wang Jianjun's work:
"Yes, that's how it should be done."

Nanzai relaxed all of a sudden:
"The other patients in the club have minor injuries, so it's not worth my effort. I'd rather come to Taotao with that energy."

Lin Feng sneered:
"I see you want to see more of how Taotao operates, right?"

Nanzi laughed. Yes, that's what he meant.

In fact, the director of his community hospital has a very leisurely job. Unlike public hospitals, which are directly managed by the Medical Authority, the director does not even have personnel power.

The community hospital of Hongxing is a place where Nanzai has the final say.

No one is qualified to make him take action at ordinary times.

After all, his status is here.

Lin Feng turned to Li Fu and said:
"Tell Jianjun to add security to Taotao's room as well."

Nanzi froze suddenly.

Chen Taotao lost his voice and said:

"Mr. Lin, you don't need it, right?"

Lin Feng shook his head:
"I'm sure you all know what happened in Hongxing recently."

Everyone fell silent.

Jiang Tiansheng was injured and his life or death was unknown, and the entire hospital was filled with Hongxing’s big brothers.

Chen Taotao is not blind, so how could he not know?
Everyone knows how powerful it is to be in the underworld, but it is also more dangerous.

Fortunately, it was Jiang Tiansheng and not Lin Feng who was lying in the operating room at that time, otherwise, Chen Taotao would definitely not be so calm.

Nanzai said quickly:
"Brother Feng, I understand. I will take the lead in following the rules."

Lin Feng smiled and said:
"Strengthening Taotao's security is, on the one hand, to protect his safety, and on the other hand, the time for action has come."

Chen Taotao was shocked:
"Mr. Lin, is that the stock you always talk about?"

Lin Feng nodded slightly:

"So, the fewer people who know about this, the better."

Nanzai was very alert and laughed dryly:
"You guys talk, you guys talk."

"I'm going to go make rounds!"

Lin Feng kicked him lightly.
"Next time I see you wandering around, I'll get you!"

Nanzai was frightened and ran away quickly!

Li Fu walked out of the room and closed the door, then stood outside the door and acted as a door god.

Lin Feng then said:
"There are two stocks that you need to remember during this period."

“Of these two stocks, one will rise rapidly and then crash, and after the crash, the other will also rise rapidly and then crash again.”

“After everyone is locked up, someone will go all out to buy these two stocks and push them up again!”

Chen Taotao's eyes fixed:
“Someone is harvesting funds?”

Lin Feng shrugged.

“It’s just cutting leeks.”

(End of this chapter)