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

Chapter 210, Part 1: Returning to the Team

Arsenal Street, Wan Chai.

Chen Yongren was retrieving a file from the intelligence department. It was lunchtime, and he was having lunch at Wan Wah Cafe outside the police headquarters building.

Just as Chen Yongren was stirring the rice on his plate with a spoon while flipping through the reports on the table, a fat figure sat down opposite him.

boom--

A bottle of cold soda was slapped in front of Chen Yongren. Chen Yongren looked up and immediately saw Fat Sha with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling at him.

"Officer Chen, it's so hot today, have a cold soda too. Don't be so hard on yourself, it's on me!"

Chen Yongren chuckled sincerely, then grabbed the bottle of cold soda and took a sip.

blah-

Fei Sha exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke again.

"How's it going with the Chang Le case?"

Chan Wing-yan shook his head: "Not very smoothly, Sir Sha. You know I mainly work in Yau Tsim Mong. I've been in that area for a full ten years!"

Most of the properties in Cheung Lok are located in Kwun Tong and Sai Kung, so keeping an eye on them won't be easy for me."

"Damn! Everyone wants to go to Yau Tsim Mong. It's good enough that Kwun Tong is watching."

By the way, your Group A has so many talented people, why don't you talk to Liao Sir and ask the other groups to leak some information to you?

Going it alone won't get you far in Organized Crime and Triad Bureau!

Chen Yongren's face immediately darkened.

He carefully organized the documents in his hand and put them into his briefcase, then sighed deeply.

"Officer Sha, you probably don't know this, but just this month, the guys from the Internal Investigations Department were still talking to me!"
"Apart from you, all my colleagues at the entire Organized Crime and Triad Bureau still harbor resentment towards me; no one treats me like one of their own."

Fei Sha chuckled awkwardly: "There's no other way. Every undercover agent has to get through this before they can return to the team!"
Ah Ren, it's not that I want to hurt you, but your identity is special, and your situation is different from other undercover agents.

"I estimate that the people in the internal investigation department will be following you for at least two or three years..."

"I've survived ten years of undercover work, so I'm not afraid of not being able to survive another two or three years."

It's the lack of trust among my colleagues that I find hard to accept. Officer Sha, you've never been undercover, you don't know how painful that feeling is!

Fei Sha agreed with Chen Yongren's statement.

Regardless of whether he had ever gone undercover or understood Chen Yongren's feelings, there was clear data within the police force: 99% of officers who had been on undercover missions in triads for more than five years left their posts upon returning to the force!
If Chen Yongren also leaves, then this number will reach 100%!

"Inspector Chen, I don't know how to comfort people."

But I hope you'll keep going. If needed, you can go to the recreation center to see a doctor, and I can go bowling with you!

Just then, the owner of the ice cream parlor brought Fei Sha a plate of char siu rice. Fei Sha grabbed a spoon, took a bite, and mumbled something indistinctly while chewing the food in his mouth.

"Fang Wei from our B group has been keeping an eye on smuggling ships in Saigon lately."

I heard him say that many car thieves in Chang Le specialize in stealing cars in the Hong Kong and Kowloon areas, and then sell them to Da Sha in Sai Kung.

Follow this lead and investigate! Catching car thieves may not be as lucrative as catching drug dealers or criminals, but focusing your energy on the case will relieve a lot of your psychological stress!

Fei Sha grabbed a bottle of soda and gulped it down before swallowing his food and urging him on again.

"Inspector Chan, I really admire you. Sometimes when I put myself in your shoes, I think I would have collapsed long ago!"

Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If it really doesn't work out, as long as you don't feel wronged, you can apply to Liao Sir for a transfer and come work in my B group.

"I'm in charge of Group B, and I guarantee no one will dare treat you like an outsider!"

The word "dare" made Chen Yongren give a wry smile.

But Fei Sha's words still moved him deeply.

"Thank you, Officer Sha!"

"You're too kind! Once you achieve great success, we'll still need to work together in Yau Tsim Mong in the future."

……

The afternoon sun in Saigon was scorching. Chen Yongren stood on the second floor of a tea restaurant near the pier, observing the car repair shop across the street through the greasy glass window.

Fei Sha's clues were accurate—three Mercedes-Benz cars without license plates were parked in front of "Da Sha's Auto Repair Shop," and there were obvious scratches on the cars.

Chen Yongren took a sip of the iced milk tea. The ice had melted, and the water droplets that had condensed on the cup dripped down his fingers.

Ten years of undercover work have given him an intimate understanding of the underworld's rules—such a high-end car wouldn't appear in a remote repair shop like Saigon for no reason, especially since the scratches on the car were too neatly placed, clearly the 'work' of a professional car theft gang.

However, the team members clearly had little interest in investigating this kind of car theft case.

In particular, the two veteran officers from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau never truly accepted Chan Wing-yan as their superior.

"Officer Chen, this guy claims to be your friend and says he has some juicy gossip to share with you!"

A hoarse voice came from behind; it belonged to a policeman in his early forties from Chen Yongren's team.

Chen Yongren turned his head and saw a tall, thin man wearing sunglasses standing next to his team members, with a noticeable scar on his left eye.

"Big Eyes?"

Chen Yongren lowered his voice: "What do you want with me?"

Big Eyes pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling out a pack of Marlboros from his pocket with a grin on his face.

"Brother Ren, I have some juicy gossip to spill!"

Chen Yongren stared at this former gangster from Yau Tsim Mong, and for a moment he seemed a little wary.

He wasn't sure if the internal investigation department was secretly watching him.

"Are you with Chang Le now?"

Chen Yongren asked directly.

Big Eyes Ming lit a cigarette and took a deep drag: "No, I'm just making a living in Saigon. Brother Ren is in uniform now, is he investigating Chang Le's car theft case?"

Chen Yongren nodded silently, signaling Da Yanming to continue.

"Ren-ge, what's the point of investigating a car theft case?"

I heard that your police force has a rule that if an informant provides information about a drug smuggling case, I get a 10% commission after the case is solved. Is that true?

Chen Yongren and the several O-Division officers around him immediately perked up.

Outside the glass window, in the repair shop, several workers were driving a black Mercedes into the garage.

Chen Yongren noticed that they were skilled in their actions, and it was clear that this was not the first time they had dealt with such stolen cars.

"How much do you know?"

Suppressing his excitement, Chen Yongren asked the question.

Big-Eyed Ming exhaled a smoke ring: "Big Fool's auto repair shop is just a front. The Chang Le Gang has made a lot of money stealing cars these past two years, but..."

He lowered his voice: "Ever since the death of the fish head brand in Lei Yue Mun, and the establishment of the rule prohibiting the sale of rice noodles, they have been playing even bigger games recently, naturally filling the gap in the Lei Yue Mun rice noodle market."

Chen Yongren narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Typhoon weather is coming again this year, and the coast guard will withdraw to avoid the storm."

Big Eyes Ming stubbed out his cigarette: "I heard there's a shipment of heroin coming from the Philippines and landing around Saigon."

Chen Yongren's heart raced. If the intelligence was true, this would be a big fish—the Chang Le Gang not only stole cars and sold them, but also used this smuggling route to traffic drugs.

"Why tell me?"

Chen Yongren stared into Da Yanming's eyes.

Big Eyes gave a wry smile: "Brother Ren, it's all about the money."

I don't have any connections in the police force, and I don't trust anyone else, except you!

……

After Da Yanming left, Chen Yongren immediately dialed Fei Sha's number.

"Officer Sha, we've made a major discovery."

Chen Yongren briefly reported the intelligence he had obtained, which immediately excited Fei Sha on the other end of the phone.

"Inspector Chan, why did you report this case to me?"
"It's not right for our Team B to interfere in your Team A's case!"

“There’s nothing wrong with it, Officer Sha. You’re the only one in the entire Organized Crime and Triad Bureau who treats me like one of their own!”

Chen Yongren took a deep breath and then continued, "Just like the information about Chang Le, it was you who leaked it to me!"
I've thought it through very clearly now. It's about reciprocity; whoever treats me like family should get a share of the credit!

"Okay! I'll call Inspector Liao right now and report this!"

A moment later, Chen Yongren received another call from Fei Sha.

This time, however, Fat Sha's tone sounded somewhat somber: "Inspector Chen, things may be more complicated than you think."

"Inspector Liao has ordered that all cases you take on must be reported to him..."

Chen Yongren gripped the phone tightly: "What do you mean?"

"The internal investigation department believes that you are still in contact with underworld figures, which is against regulations."

Fei Sha sighed, "Inspector Liao wants you to return to headquarters immediately. This case has been transferred to Team C for follow-up." Outside the window, in the auto repair shop, workers had already begun covering the unlicensed vehicles with tarpaulins.

Chen Yongren felt a familiar sense of suffocation—like the feeling of isolation and helplessness when being suspected by both sides while undercover.

"Officer, the opportunity is fleeting. My informant said he only leaked information to me. If this batch of drugs really gets to shore..."

"Inspector Chen, I understand how you feel."

Fei Sha interrupted him: "But rules are rules. Come back first, and we'll figure something out."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yongren stared in the direction of the repair shop for a long time.

Then, he finally made a decision.

Over the next two days, Chen Yongren outwardly obeyed orders and returned to headquarters to be questioned by the internal investigation department, but in reality, he was making preparations in secret.

Using his access to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), he reviewed the activity reports of the Cheung Lok gang over the past six months and discovered a pattern: around the 15th of each lunar month, several Philippine fishing boats would dock at Sai Kung Pier, and car repair shops would "dispose of" a batch of high-end stolen cars during the same period.

The typhoon made landfall on the 16th day of the lunar calendar.

On the day of the operation, torrential rain poured down.

Chen Yongren left headquarters early, citing physical discomfort, and drove to Saigon.

On the road, the strong wind blew the trees along the roadside to their sides, and even with the windshield wipers on full blast, it was almost impossible to see the road ahead.

Chen Yongren parked his car next to a secluded abandoned warehouse and changed into a raincoat and waterproof backpack that he had prepared beforehand.

The bag contained a flashlight, a miniature camera, a police walkie-talkie, and a sidearm—his entire equipment as a police officer, yet it felt strangely unfamiliar to him.

The police force rejects individual heroism, but he had to be a lone hero for once!
The rain stung my face like needles.

Chen Yongren crept along the perimeter wall of the dock and found a high vantage point overlooking the entire auto repair shop.

Through his binoculars, he saw three container trucks parked at the back gate of the repair shop, and a dozen workers were busy moving something in the rain.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone from the sea. A fishing boat without its navigation lights was slowly approaching the dock.

Chen Yongren adjusted the focus of his binoculars and clearly saw the people on the fishing boats handing waterproof packages to the people on the dock, and those packages were quickly loaded into the hidden compartments of the container trucks.

"As expected..."

Chen Yongren muttered to himself as he turned on the miniature camera to record evidence.

These people were a bit clumsy, so clumsy that Chen Yongren was reminded of his own anxious and flustered state when he was receiving goods for Han Chen in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Just then, the walkie-talkie suddenly started making static noise, which startled Chen Yongren, who quickly turned down the volume.

But it was too late—a man wearing a baseball cap on the dock suddenly looked up and stared straight in the direction where Chen Yongren was hiding.

"Discovered!"

Chen Yongren's heart tightened, and he quickly packed up his equipment to prepare for evacuation.

But the next second, a beam of bright light shone on his face, and at the same time he heard the sound of a bullet being chambered.

"Don't move! Police!"

Chen Yongren instinctively drew his pistol, but immediately realized his predicament—alone, without support, and without even formal authorization to act.

The man in the baseball cap had already surrounded him with four or five henchmen wielding machetes.

Chen Yongren knew that the most dangerous time for the discovered fanboys was when they realized they were all alone and helpless!

"Officer, I've discovered a drug deal at Sai Kung Pier. Requesting backup!"

Without thinking twice, Chen Yongren pressed the emergency call button on the walkie-talkie and backed away.

"Repeated, requesting immediate support!"

There was only static noise on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

Chen Yongren then remembered that radio signals would be severely interfered with during typhoon weather.

The man in the baseball cap had closed to within twenty meters, and Chen Yongren could clearly see the hideous scar on his face.

"I recognize you. It's Chan Wing-yan from Tsim Sha Tsui. No wonder you were able to sneak into our transaction so easily!"

Having his identity exposed, Chen Yongren dared not hesitate any longer.

Rain blurred his vision as Chen Yongren weaved through the containers at the dock, trying to shake off his pursuers.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell heavily onto the wet, slippery cement ground, his pistol sliding several meters away.

"You little punk, where do you think you're going to run now!"

The man in the baseball cap and his men surrounded them, their machetes now discarded on the ground and replaced by loaded pistols.

Chen Yongren struggled to his feet, his back against the container, with nowhere to retreat.

At that moment, Chen Yongren nervously gripped his .38 pistol. He only had six chances to fire, but he had to take down four heavily armed thugs.

"Cops and gunmen are different. When a cop fires, he instinctively avoids vital organs like the head, but this often makes him more vulnerable!"

In an instant, Chen Yongren suddenly remembered a sentence.

Are there really police officers who are always the same?
In the short span of a breath, Chen Yongren formed a new judgment.

"You are surrounded by the police! Drop your weapons!"

Chen Yongren suddenly roared and darted out from behind the container.

The trigger was pulled, the bullet left the barrel, and hit a henchman charging ahead directly in the head.

This bluff caused the pursuers to hesitate for a moment.

The man in the baseball cap looked around suspiciously. The pier in the downpour was indeed shadowy, and he couldn't see clearly whether there was an ambush.

At this critical moment, police sirens suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by a loudspeaker announcement: "This is the Hong Kong Island Police! Everyone drop your weapons and put your hands behind your heads!"

The blinding searchlights pierced the rain, and Chen Yongren saw Fei Sha's familiar figure leading more than a dozen fully armed police officers rushing in from the dock entrance.

"Inspector Chen! Hang in there!"

The sound of the sand came through the rain.

Seeing that things were not going well, the man in the baseball cap turned around and tried to run away.

Chen Yongren fired his .38 caliber bullet again, this time aiming to hit the man in the baseball cap in the thigh.

"Chen Yongren, O-Division A Team, Hong Kong Island Police! You are arrested on suspicion of drug smuggling!"

Chen Yongren's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Fei Sha and his officers quickly brought the scene under control and seized 20 kilograms of high-purity heroin, worth over HK$30 million, which was being prepared for transport.

"Inspector Chen, you really have..."

Fei Sha looked at the drug dealer being put into the police car and shook his head: "Inspector Liao knew you were acting on your own and was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table in his office."

Chen Yongren wiped the rain off his face, his eyes sharp as knives: "I know it's against the rules, but typhoon days are their only time to unload goods. If they miss it, they don't know when they'll have to wait!"

It doesn't matter if they don't trust me, but I have to live up to my identity as a police officer!

Twenty kilograms of double lion globe markers, written in the report—I refuse to believe that wouldn't be enough to quell Liao Sir's anger!

I'm not blaming you.

Fat Sha suddenly laughed: "I mean, you really made our O-Team proud this time!"

"Our Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) hasn't cracked down on any drug smuggling cases in a long time, Inspector Chan. You have no idea how impressive you were just now!"

Upon returning to headquarters, Chen Yongren underwent a six-hour internal interrogation.

But this time, his feelings were completely different—he knew he had done what a policeman should do, and he would not regret it no matter the outcome.

Unexpectedly, at the briefing the following morning, Superintendent Liao Zhizong publicly praised Chen Yongren for his "professional judgment and heroic actions" and announced that the Internal Investigation Department's surveillance of him would be temporarily suspended.

"Inspector Chen, from today onwards, don't blame us!"

Liao Zhizong patted him on the shoulder: "But you've proven yourself. The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau really needs a cop like you who understands the underworld!"

After the meeting, Chen Yongren encountered several officers from Team A in the restroom.

In the past, these people always kept their distance from him, but today they took the initiative to nod and greet him.

As he walked out of the police station, Chen Yongren took a deep breath and felt a long-lost sense of ease.

He finally understood that the police force was not much different from the gangs of the past. Here, respect was still not given by others, but earned by oneself!

Becoming a qualified police officer is his pursuit, and he doesn't need anyone's approval.

Fei Sha caught up from behind and handed him a cigarette: "So, Chen Sir, Liao Sir asked me to ask you whether we should add the name of your Team A leader to the report submitted to the police department?"

Chen Yongren chuckled, took the cigarette, lit it, and casually put his hand on Fei Sha's shoulder.

"Sir, you should have our team leader ask me about this kind of thing himself!"

If he refuses to add that name, I'll report to Inspector Liao this afternoon and decide to work for your B team from now on!

The two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Especially Chen Yongren, whose laughter was filled with a sense of relief and liberation...

(End of this chapter)