Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 147 Serving as a dog for foreigners: wagging your tail is acceptable, but shaking your head is not!
"Superintendent David, are you saying that your Special Branch really didn't send a gunman to assassinate Ho Yiu-chung?"

At 12:20 a.m., in the Mid-Levels of Victoria Peak, at David Jordan's residence.

Cai Yuanqi sat in a Louis XIV chair and questioned Jordan, the head of the political department.

David, clutching the button on his suit sleeve, responded in a deep voice.

"Director, our Political Department is civilized."

If they wanted to use such crude methods to assassinate Ho Yiu-chung, would they have bothered with the police force and causing all this trouble?

Since the establishment of the ICAC, the Hong Kong Island Police Force has opened all positions of inspector rank and above to Chinese police officers.

Even now, the Commissioner of Police can be a Chinese police officer, but that doesn't mean that these elite foreigners who are in the upper echelons of the police force would think more highly of Cai Yuanqi.

David never regarded Cai Yuanqi as his superior. He was loyal to the Governor of Hong Kong, and in his view, Cai Yuanqi should be more grateful to himself for giving him this opportunity to show his loyalty to the British Hong Kong government.

Cai Yuanqi was displeased, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and spoke.

“Mr. David, don’t think I don’t know what your political department is thinking.”

You are simply trying to use this opportunity to win over the Li family and provide your political department with operating funds.

But don't forget, your Special Branch is also under the Police Force! Right now, the whole of Hong Kong Island is saying that your Special Branch shot Ho Yiu-chung.

Not only can our police force not touch Ho Yiu-chung now, but in order to avoid suspicion, we also have to take care of Ho Yiu-chung's safety in the hospital. With our police force keeping an eye on him, and now that the members of Luen Shing are causing trouble in Hong Kong Island, there is even less way to make a fuss about him!

Shouldn't your political department step forward and make a statement?!

Perhaps sensing the slight anger in Cai Yuanqi's words, David chuckled softly.

He immediately said, "He Yaozong is indeed a remarkable person. As a member of a triad, he actually knows how to play the same tricks as politicians!"
I have reason to suspect that this was an assassination attempt he orchestrated himself in front of the media.

However, it's not that simple for him to try and shift the blame onto our political department!

Cai Yuanqi leaned back in his chair.

“Mr. David, I must remind you again.”

Whether you like it or not, the Special Branch is, at least nominally, subordinate to the Hong Kong Island Police Force!
Now, in front of a group of media, Ho Yiu-chung has stated that he has found the real culprit who assassinated Chiang Tin-sang.

If this incident was indeed committed by your political department, I hope you will step forward and take responsibility for it!

To bring shame upon the Hong Kong Island Police Force is to bring shame upon Sir David Wilson!

After finishing the conversation and dividing the blame, Cai Yuanqi got up, turned around, and left David's residence.

After Cai Yuanqi left, David's previously calm expression immediately turned flustered.

There was no one else in the room, so he didn't care about maintaining his composure and hurriedly ran to the telephone to dial a number.

The call was to Fatty Li.

At this moment, Fatty Li was still fast asleep.

He was unaware of what had happened on Junqichang Street in the first half of the night.

The phone rang, startling Fatty Li awake from his sleep. He quickly turned on the bedside lamp and picked up the receiver.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Li!"

Fatty Li was startled, and immediately felt as if he had heard his own father's voice.

"Mr. David, why are you calling me so late?"

"There's something I need to tell you. As far as I know, that Tung Sing guy you contacted has already left Hong Kong Island!"

Fatty Li rubbed his eyes: "Mr. David, you mean... Chen Tianxiong ran away?"
"That doesn't make sense. He's giving up his business in Hong Kong?"

David didn't answer Fatty Li's question. Instead, he told Fatty Li the truth about what had happened on Arsenal Street that night.

When Fat Man Li heard that the two gunmen sent out by Crow were likely to fall into Jiang Tianyang's hands, he was immediately alarmed.

“Mr. David! This…how is this possible?”

Perhaps it's that scoundrel He Yaozong trying to fool us. He's incredibly cunning; we can't trust him easily!

"So Mr. Li, what evidence do you have to prove that He Yaozong is lying to us?"

What if he's telling the truth?

This question stumped Fatty Li.

However, he took a deep breath and replied, "Mr. David, at least Jiang Tianyang has just returned to Hong Kong, and during this time, he has been very close to me."

Even the introduction of a group of leaders from the Hung Hing Society was arranged by me.

If he knew about our plan, how could Jiang Tianyang…

"Alright, Mr. Li, stop making wild guesses."

"Now I need you to do something for me. The honor and disgrace of the Political Department rest on your shoulders!"

Fatty Li's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

“Mr. David, please speak!”

"Isn't Ho Yiu-chung trying to use the pretext of being shot to smear the Political Department?"

Since he wants to die, why don't we grant his wish?
He's staying in a private room at Kwong Wah Hospital tonight, and the police are keeping a close watch on him.

Why don't you just confirm the assassination and get rid of He Yaozong? Then there will be no way to prove it!

This way, you've avenged yourself, and it's also equivalent to avenging Chiang Tin-sang. Now that Chiang Tin-yang has secured his position as the leader of Hung Hing, he'll definitely give you an important role!

Fatty Li was in a dilemma for a moment.

Just as he was hesitating, the voice on the other end of the phone became less polite.

"Mr. Li, anyone can take the blame for shooting He Yaozong, but our political department must not take it!"

Moreover, this is a great honor for you members of the Hung Hing Society.

With our Political Department backing you up in Hong Kong, you're guaranteed a long and successful career!

With just a few words, he intimidated Fatty Li.

There was no way around it; he was too deeply intertwined with the Political Department.

If the dirty deeds he and the Political Department committed are exposed, those people in the Political Department can simply walk away without a care in the world.

Fat Lai is different; he's destined to be used as a sacrificial pawn by the Political Department.

Whether he can get through the legal process is another matter, but I'm afraid neither Hung Hing nor Wo Luen Shing will give him the chance to walk into court alive!
The thought of the ways He Yaozong had tortured him sent a chill down Fatty Li's spine.

Now he has no choice but to stick to the political department to the end.

Even if I'm going to die, I'll drag He Yaozong down with me!
"Mr. David, shall we make our move tonight?"

"We'll make our move tonight. I'll mobilize the police officers who are keeping watch at Guanghua Hospital to create an opportunity for you to strike."

"Okay, I'll go arrange the manpower right away!"

"Do you still have any trustworthy people left in Hong Kong Island?!"

David's cold tone startled Fatty Li.

But then David continued, "Don't delay any longer, you'll do it yourself tonight!"
I'll speak with Superintendent Hu Tianwen; he'll take care of everything for you at Kwong Wah Hospital.

After saying that, David hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone coming from the receiver, Fatty Li gasped for breath.

He now understands that when you're a dog for foreigners, wagging your tail is acceptable, but shaking your head is not!
The political department pinned this blame on him, so he had no choice but to take it on without hesitation!

Little did Fatty Li know that in the eyes of the Political Department, he was now nothing more than dried-up dregs, utterly useless.

It's true that the Political Department ordered him to kill Ho Yiu-chung tonight, but after Ho Yiu-chung's death, there's absolutely no chance he'll come out of Kwong Wah Hospital alive!
Grand Hyatt Hotel, Central.

Chen Yao, the manager of Hung Hing, rang the doorbell of a suite. Soon after, Jiang Tianyang opened the door and welcomed Chen Yao inside.

"Mr. Jiang, you are right, Fatty Li is indeed harboring evil intentions."

We've just confirmed, through wiretapping and recording his phone call, that he's been colluding with the Political Department!

Jiang Tianyang nodded and then led Chen Yao to sit on the sofa.

She smoothed her slightly disheveled hair with her hand and asked.

"Have you notified Wo Luen Shing yet?"

"I've already made the call."

"Alright, Yao, go and contact a lawyer right away."

Now that the martial arts showdown at Wo Luen Shing is over, it's time for Hung Hing to put on a show of civility!

"Tomorrow I'll go to court with these foreigners. I want to see if they really have no shame!"

Just as Chen Yao was about to get up, Jiang Tianyang thought for a moment and called Chen Yao back.

"Remember to call Mr. Ho of Wo Luen Shing again, Fatty Lai, try to keep him safe."

I want to show those foreigners that Hung Hing's ungrateful dogs will eventually turn on them and bite back!

"Understood, Mr. Jiang!"

……

In the corridor of a separate surgical ward at Kwong Wah Hospital, several police officers with red and swollen eyes sat on a bench, acting as 'volunteer security guards' for Ho Yiu-chung.

The police officers were quite speechless; their force had never used such force except to protect important witnesses. Since the police had just 'expelled' Ho Yiu-chung from jail and couldn't take him back to the safe house...

Fei Sha was the only policeman allowed to enter the ward and chat with He Yaozong for a few minutes.

At this moment, Fei Sha still stood in front of He Yaozong's sickbed, earnestly persuading him.

"Boss, you've been arrogant enough. Even the top dog can't do anything to you anymore. It's time to stop!"
Now, because of your actions, a senior superintendent from our Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) has been killed in a car accident. If this continues, I don't know how you'll handle the situation!

Fei Sha was, after all, just a newly appointed inspector, and he couldn't see through the intricacies of the rules and regulations.

In his view, when Ho Kwok-ching was hit by a car and killed, Ho Yiu-chung was already in jail and had no opportunity to commit the crime.

He Guozheng died entirely because he had incurred public wrath and was dragged down with him by a desperate brute.

He Yaozong naturally wouldn't bother explaining that much to Fei Sha.

His left arm was wrapped with gauze to stop the bleeding, and his right hand was holding a handful of freshly washed grapes, which he was popping into his mouth one by one.

Seeing Fei Sha's appearance, he just smiled.

"Sir Sha, did Li Wenbin send you here to act as a mediator?"

He really is a dutiful and responsible cop, but as you can see, I've been under your surveillance from beginning to end.

What Wo Luen Shing is up to is none of my business!

Fei Sha wanted to say something more, but saw He Yaozong throw the grapes into the fruit bowl on the bedside table, then tear a banana from the fruit bowl and throw it to Fei Sha.

"Stop talking, Officer Sha. I'll give you face. I guarantee there will be peace tomorrow morning."

Here, let's eat a banana first!

At that moment, in the hospital corridor, Superintendent Liao Zhizong of the O-Division A Group was leading a team to relieve him on shift.

He first glanced at He Yaozong's sickroom a few times, and finally walked up to a female police officer.

"Meizhen, you've been busy all night, why don't you go home and rest?"

Lei Meizhen shook her head: "Inspector Liao, it's not time for my shift to change yet."

"My brothers are all working hard, how can I go back to rest first?"

"A group of grown men should at least act like gentlemen and take care of the ladies."

Lei Meizhen didn't say much, just nodded, then stood up and glanced at her watch.

It is 1:25 a.m.

Afterwards, Lei Meizhen left thoughtfully, but instead of going downstairs, she turned a corner in the corridor and went to the restroom on the third floor of the surgical ward.

After Lei Meizhen left, Liao Zhizong gradually dismissed several people from their shifts.

Only when a few trusted men remained on this side of the corridor did Liao Zhizong lean against the window of the hospital corridor, gazing at the dark sky in the distance, lost in thought.

"Inspector Liao, you should go back and rest too."

With us here, we guarantee nothing will happen!

A trusted confidant got up and approached Liao Zhizong, offering him kind advice.

Liao Zhizong shook his head.

"Brother One sent his former assistant, Hu Sir, to tell you that he wants me to invite you downstairs for a late-night snack later."

"I know you're unhappy about having to guard this good-for-nothing He Yaozong!"

"Who says it isn't?"

Upon hearing that there would be a late-night snack available and that they wouldn't have to smell the disinfectant anymore, the group of confidants immediately perked up.

Before long, at Liao Zhizong's call, a group of people followed him downstairs, and the corridor outside the ward became much quieter.

A moment later, Fei Sha also answered a phone call and came out of the ward.

Ding--

A freight elevator on the east side of the surgical ward stopped on the third floor, where Fatty Li had already donned an incongruous white medical coat.

He had a mask on, but no matter how much he pulled it, it couldn't completely cover his fat face.

Leaning against the elevator door was Hu Tianwen, the assistant to the section chief.

He reached out and grabbed the medical cart that Fatty Li was pushing out, and said coldly.

"Alright! Go to the left and count five wards down the corridor. That's where your enemy is!"

Push open the door and start shooting; it won't take more than a minute.

I'll hold the elevator button here for you. Leave this way as soon as you've gotten your revenge!

Fat Li took a deep breath.

Although he was previously the leader of Hung Hing, he ultimately started out as a writer.

Although he has used a knife to kill people, he has never used a gun.

Feeling a bit nervous, he touched the pistol tucked into his waistband again and exchanged a glance with Hu Tianwen.

Taking a deep breath, he strode towards He Yaozong's ward.

As instructed by Hu Tianwen, he turned left after exiting the elevator, counted five wards in a row, and took a deep breath after arriving at the door of ward 3012.

He pulled the gun out from behind his waist, turned the doorknob with his left hand, pushed open the door, and instantly pointed the gun at the hospital bed!
But after seeing the situation inside, Fatty Lai was immediately dumbfounded.

Let alone He Yaozong, he didn't even see a ghost in this hospital room.

Did I go to the wrong place?

Just as Fatty Li was about to go out to check, he felt a tingling numbness in his arm holding the gun, and the gun immediately fell to the ground.

When he turned around, he found a cold .38 pistol pointed at his forehead.

The person holding the gun was Lei Meizhen, who had not yet left.

Upon seeing that his kidnapper was a female police officer, Fatty Li's anxious heart calmed down a little.

He swallowed hard.

"Madam, she's one of us!"

"Pick up the gun, fire two shots at the hospital bed, and then get out of there quickly!"

Lei Meizhen put the .38 down, then kicked the Glock pistol that Fatty Li had dropped to his feet.

He urged, "Hurry up! I'll take care of the rest for you!"

Upon hearing Lei Meizhen's reply, Fatty Li had no doubts.

For a moment, I could only marvel at how kind the people in the Political Department were, letting me take the blame instead of putting myself in danger!

Picking up the pistol, Fatty Li repeatedly pulled the trigger toward the hospital bed, and then, under Lei Meizhen's watchful eye, hurriedly fled toward the container elevator on the east side of the third floor.

Hu Tianwen had already heard the gunshots, and after seeing Fatty Li rushing over, he immediately asked a question.

"nailed it?!"

Fatty Li was out of breath from running. He just nodded and hadn't had a chance to speak when he saw Hu Tianwen sneer and pull out a .38 pistol from behind him.

"Good thing it's done, Fatty Li. You dared to kill someone in front of the police and resist arrest with a gun. You have some nerve!"

As they spoke, the gun was already pointed at Fatty Li's head.

Fatty Li was horrified; in an instant, he understood everything.

He was so frightened that his body couldn't react at all.

When the gunshot rang out, Fatty Li instinctively closed his eyes, feeling his mind go completely blank.

My legs trembled, and a warm current flowed from my crotch...

He didn't die?

When Fatty Li opened his eyes, he found that Hu Tianwen, who had just pointed a gun at him, had been shot between the eyebrows and was lying in a pool of blood.

The shooter was a tall, thin man. Although his face was completely covered by a mask and medical cap, the fierce glint in his eyes sent chills down Fatty Li's spine.

Without saying much, the man picked up the pistol that Fatty Li had dropped earlier after killing Hu Tianwen, fired two more shots at Hu Tianwen's body, and then threw the gun back to the ground.

Then he simply extended his right hand, which was wearing a rubber glove, pressed the elevator button, and went inside.

The elevator doors closed again and then drove downstairs.

Fatty Li finally came to his senses, looked around, and then ran desperately toward the passenger elevator on the west side.

At this moment, outside Guanghua Hospital, Liao Zhizong was leading a group of his trusted confidants into a car, preparing to head to a nearby late-night food stall to fill their stomachs.

One of his trusted confidants suddenly stopped in his tracks before getting into the car.

"Inspector Liao, I think I just heard gunshots coming from the hospital!"

Liao Zhizong sat in the driver's seat and couldn't help but shrug.

"You must be too tired. Why bother with all that? Even if someone shoots, it'll be that bastard He Yaozong who gets killed."

It's good he's dead; we won't have to keep an eye on him day and night anymore!

"Should I go back and check? What if something happens and we get blamed for dereliction of duty? We can't afford that!"

"Then go and take a look!"

(End of this chapter)