Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 700, Section 290: The Same Trick Repeated
After watching his best friend leave, A returned to the floor where the O-Division was located. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he used the ID card that Bai Fengxian had copied to open the security door of the office area.

The indicator light changed from red to green, and with a click, the safety door opened normally.

Looking down at the ID card, A felt somewhat incredulous. In just a few hours, he had cracked the security information system that the police station had spent tens of millions to acquire.

Time magazine's assessment of Hong Kong as Asia's crime capital and the world's third-largest intelligence center is quite accurate.

Arriving at the time clock, she first took out a card with Bai Fengxian's name on it and forcefully stuffed it into the time clock.

"Click."

A crisp sound came from the time clock, and a triangular pinhole appeared on Bai Fengxian's card, along with the printed time.

After putting Bai Fengxian's card back in its place, A-zai didn't clock in. Instead, he returned to the office area and went to his seat.

"Good morning, Brother A."

An annoying voice sounded behind him. Ding Gou shook his ID card and walked into the office area, greeting A-Zai who was about to sit down.

The dog was busy all morning, following the trail from the Miramar Hotel all the way to the tenement building where the tracking team was located, and finally to the office area of ​​the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau's A Division.

"Ding Gou, you bastard, you hid far away during the mission last night and didn't go to the scene even once. Were you out having sex with a prostitute on the first floor?"

"If you get scratched by the SDS (Special Duties Squad), you must pay the fine and don't bring up the O-Division's name."

A sat in his chair, threw the documents in his hand onto the table, and said with dissatisfaction.

As usual, Ding Gou took a cigarette from A-Zai's cigarette case and lit it for himself.

He then exhaled a smoke ring, felt comfortable for a second, and then began to complain: "The Xinji Red Head Boat has capsized, and red oil is floating all over the sea."

“I was in charge of the red oil business at Sun Kee, so of course the marine police called me over to take the blame.”

"The water was covered in oil, so of course the marine police refused to pay. The gentry of the New Territories, the old men of several coastal villages, and the fishing boat crews all wanted an explanation."

"Nobody in Hong Kong eats seafood from the New Territories anymore, they all eat seafood from Lamma Island, seafood cooked in spicy chili oil. It's carcinogenic, even a fool knows that!"

"If you want an explanation, go find Four-Eyed Dragon! What good is it to come to me!"

“The gangs in Yuen Long are all savages who don’t understand anything. But this time the plane incident has gone too far. If Four-Eyed Dragon doesn’t give me an explanation, I’ll go and check their licenses.”

“I checked each one, one by one. As long as they were gangsters from the Sun Kee Yuen Long branch, I copied them all down.”

“A bunch of Justices of the Peace were standing behind me. This time, my leg hair was thicker than Four-Eyed Dragon’s waist.”

"New Records is going to bleed a lot of money!"

Only foreign companies can handle oil spill cleanup at sea. And foreign companies are notorious for prioritizing money over people; if you don't have money, there's no deal.

Even if the New Secretary is powerful, he wouldn't dare offend the foreigners. It's difficult for them to arrest you for target practice with a single order, but they can certainly keep you in jail every day.

As I said before, people are out in the game to make money, not to cause trouble.

As for Ding Gou's words, they are a mix of truth and falsehood. The case is indeed real, but A-Zai can't be sure whether Ding Gou spent the entire night watching the New Territories.

Since he couldn't verify the information, A-zai didn't want to say too much. He could only light a cigarette and start looking through the records.

"How's the operation going? Did it manage to fool that old bastard, the Bald Eagle?"

He blew a smoke ring, then casually pulled up an office chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"The bald eagle vanished on the spot; neither the informant nor the buddy could find any trace of him."

"Two teams spent the whole night watching, and they didn't find a single thing! It's so incredibly unlucky."

A-Zai opened Big Donkey's investigation report and read it carefully without even looking up, but still complained a few times.

Because there is no concrete evidence, the Department of Justice is not allowed to wiretap on Handsome Sing; they can only monitor his phone calls and send him text messages.

Yau Ma Tei, Shanghai Street—these six words together represent a massive amount of work.

While telephone company employees are online to listen and record messages, sending pagers and text messages is extremely difficult.

The halls and grounds of the water room are all located in the mahjong parlor. The Hongsheng mahjong parlor has more than a thousand tables up and down, and hundreds of people come and go every day.

There are thousands of pager companies in Hong Kong, and each of them offers promotional activities. For example, if you buy a 200-dollar prepaid card, you will get a pager for free.

There are more than a thousand pagers in the Hong Sheng Sparrow Hall, and a pager sends a signal every minute.

Neither the information department, the criminal intelligence department, the tracking team, nor the monitoring team could control the transmission of information.

However, to pinpoint the pager belonging to the handsome young man, we had to use an exhaustive search method, filtering through the list bit by bit.

A quickly flipped through the report, found no useful information, stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers and put it in the ashtray, then turned on his computer.

"I stayed up all night, so I'm going to get a cup of coffee."

"Hey A-Zai, want a drink?"

The entire process of Bald Eagle's shipment was recorded, but Ding Gou cannot disclose this information.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make; the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make. These are seasoned veterans; even a single wrong word can make the other person realize something is wrong.

Ding Gou stood up, preparing to go to the tea area to get himself a cup of coffee.

Having already drunk too much coffee, A couldn't drink any more. If he drank a few more cups, his heart would definitely explode. He shook his head and started typing on the keyboard.

In order to master this computer, he even took a course and spent several thousand yuan to learn how to use the software that came with it.

As the time passed six o'clock, more and more people began to gather in the Organisation de l'Opéra Rock (OIC) office area.

Everyone started working on their cases. There were hundreds or even thousands of O-Team members, but there were two or three hundred thousand gangsters.

These gangsters, numbering two or three hundred thousand, pull off all sorts of outrageous and bizarre cases every day.

A organized the materials in his hand, saved them to a document on a floppy disk, quickly typed in the shortcut keys, formatted the document, and printed it out.

After printing out the document, A-zai proofread it again, making sure the English words and grammar were correct before putting it into the file box.

When Hao's secretary arrives at work at 8:50, the documents will be delivered to Hao's office.

Once one task is completed, another begins.

A-Zai put on his glasses and continued reading the other reports, thinking about how to extract the information from the bald eagle.

Meanwhile, Ding Gou, on the other side of the office area, had been secretly observing A-Zai.

Although he wasn't allowed to see the CCTV footage from the Miramar Hotel, the private investigator he hired took a photo.

It's 60% certain that the woman in the photo is the same woman who met up with Brother A at the hotel last time.

But it's still uncertain whether this woman is Meifeng!

Identifying a suspect is a very lengthy process, especially for such a top-tier criminal, a member of the underworld.

They must have countless protective identities, overseas passports, overt camouflage, and powerful protectors.

Without concrete intelligence and evidence, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) has no way to handcuff people.

But this woman, who might be Mei-Feng, met with A-Zai and stayed for several hours. It definitely wasn't for sex; they must have something to talk about.

Even Ding Gou's sixth sense subtly reminded him to keep a close eye on A-Zai and observe his every move. With increased focus, time flew by.

As the clock's hour hand turned to the number seven, A-zai heard the alarm clock's reminder. The sound was very soft, but like a starting pistol, it foreshadowed that something was about to happen.

"boom"

The first thing that caught my attention was the fluorescent lights overhead, a long row of them going out one after another, followed by the computer on the inspector's desk.

It was already seven in the morning, and the sunlight outside was strong, having almost no impact on the interior.

A series of unexpected events diverted Ding Gou's attention, but he quickly turned his gaze back to A-Zai's desk.

The office chair was spinning, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

When Ding Gou saw that A-Zai was missing, he felt a pang of anxiety. He quickly stood up and looked around, but there was no sign of A-Zai anywhere in the office area.

The inevitable has finally arrived!
Ding Gou stood up and quickly walked towards the door. The security door was still tightly closed, and the light on it indicated that it had not been affected by the power outage.

He quickly took out the ID card from around his neck, clipped it to the sensor, and looked at the still-closed security door, wanting it to open quickly.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the safety door finally opened. Ding Gou was about to rush out when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"With the power outage, the elevator is completely unusable. Climbing down the stairs will leave you breathless."

"Why don't we wait?"

Upon hearing this sound, the hairs on Ding Gou's neck stood on end. He turned around abruptly and looked incredulously at Brother A, who was holding a teacup behind him.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Authentic Lipton Big Green Leaf, I've always suspected that Lipton's tea leaves are made by crushing up leaves from green belts."

"But just one sip is very refreshing, with far fewer side effects than coffee!"

A-zai frowned, took a sip, and extended an invitation.

"Of course!"

Ding Gou's competitive spirit surged up instantly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Now things are getting really interesting!

You know he already knows, and he knows you already know, but he also knows you have to pretend you don't know, and you also know he has to pretend he doesn't know.

A battle of wits is often more interesting than a battle of physical strength.

"If I don't give my boss an invitation, he'll definitely make things difficult for me in the future."

"However, green leaf tea doesn't go well with desserts, so your mouth will probably taste bitter all morning."

Ding Gou opened the refrigerator, took out the expensive desserts that Peach Blossom Girl had placed inside, and invited Brother A to try them together.

The two grown men stole a half-day of leisure, taking advantage of the power outage to drink green tea and sneak peeks at Peach Blossom Girl's expensive desserts.

These few short minutes will become the most important memories for the two of them.

When going out to sea at night, the boats don't travel very far.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Chi Mengli steered the wheel, following his memory as he continued forward.

Most modern yachts lack automatic navigation systems, and cannot even perform the most basic point-to-point navigation.

The yacht only has radar and radio; at night, it relies solely on experience and lighthouses for navigation.

Chi Mengli bought this yacht, a Bayliner 1750 Mutiny, which is only 17 feet long, or about 5.2 meters, and can only seat four to six people.

The secondhand price is also very low, only HK$120,000, which is the cheapest in the market. In addition, this one is a modified version with a separate room.

After driving for more than ten minutes, they arrived at a safe docking point, and Chi Mengli turned on the red indicator light on the boat.

Once everything was ready, he walked down the passageway next to the bridge and into the room at the bottom of the ship.

Jasmine, wearing a bikini, is lying in bed reading a magazine and listening to the radio.

The radio was playing "Just the Way You Are" late at night.

"Don't try to change yourself to please me."

"You've never let me down before."

Don't imagine you're too familiar.

"And I'll ignore you no longer."

Chi Mengli was exhausted after a long day of mental work. He climbed into bed barefoot, hugged Jasmine who was reading a magazine, and enjoyed the music.

Shouldn't you leave?

Chi Mengli closed her eyes, thought of Shen Xianjin's words, and also thought that Jasmine could get lost and leave her side.

Hearing such a jarring remark, Jasmine put down her magazine and was about to speak, but when she heard what Chi Mengli said next, she trembled.

“You’re a kid, but if I don’t give you a heads-up, you’ll be a kid for life.”

"Being a foreign child will never end well!"

"Like a rat caught in the bellows, caught in the middle, the cops suspect you and that gangster, aka me, Handsome Sheng, are in cahoots!"

"We've slept together, done the deed, and all that's left is to have a baby. Nobody would believe we're not in cahoots!"

Chi Mengli adjusted her posture and said slowly, taking Jasmine's hand and clapping along to the music on the radio.

"Your house was splashed with paint, and even the top leader knows about it. All the good you've done is less than the embarrassment you've caused."

"Even if you get everything you want, you still have no future in your career if you have a gangster boyfriend."

"Even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness, and a hundred days as husband and wife is as deep as the sea. I'll give you a chance to make something of yourself."

“I’ve always wanted to retire from this life, but the water room won’t agree. Shenxianjin keeps wanting me to be their cannon fodder.”

"Damn it!"

"They won't even give me a chance to turn over a new leaf!"

“Our cooperation is a police-community cooperation. I have no interest in the Good Citizen Award, but I can help you get promoted.”

"Even a little leak from you is enough to get you promoted. I have people in the cops who can help me out."

Chi Mengli needed to have his own people in the munitions factory, and Guo Guohao never hid his eagerness for quick success and instant benefits.

He's useful now, so Inspector Kwok will protect him, but if Inspector Kwok needs new credit one day, he'll sacrifice him.

Song Sheng was very clever in this regard, but also very stupid. The "ghost child" was reserved for crucial moments as a warning, not for cooperation or making money.

He couldn't see any wisdom in Jasmine's face; she was a cunning gold digger.

Such fools are the easiest to control and can be worked with for a long time.

(End of this chapter)