Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 62: The "62" refers to their own suicide.

"Damn it! What's going on?" Huang Bingyao walked into the villa in plain clothes and saw the mess inside. His heart skipped a beat, and the sight made his hair stand on end!

The people with the magic lamp had finished cleaning the floor and gone to the dock, but the hall, still filled with the stench of blood, still sent chills down one's spine.

"It's just a minor issue," Nan Zheng said with a smile, sitting on the sofa with Zhu Tao and Smith beside her.

Both of them lay on the ground, sleeping peacefully, quietly without breathing.

"Hiss..." Looking at the riddled corpse, Huang Bingyao couldn't help but gasp.

"Kid, don't tell me you didn't do this."

"What did I do? Don't spread rumors about me, or I'll sue you for defamation!" Nan Zheng shouted, pointing at their backs.
"Can't you see for yourself? They clearly committed suicide! How can you blame me? I'm a law-abiding citizen; I called the police immediately when I heard the noise."

"Shot more than twenty times in the back, committed suicide..."

Huang Bingyao's lips twitched a few times, and he looked at Nan Zheng as if she were a ghost.

Are you trying to fool me, a police superintendent?
Even if Huang Bingyao were a fool or an idiot, he would never believe such a thing.

But I didn't dwell on it too much.

To maintain order and prevent crime, the police and the public must cooperate.

"Well, this is Boss Zhu. You should know him, so I won't go into details." Nan Zheng pointed to Zhu Tao and said calmly.

"Although he's asleep, and almost dead asleep... he's fine. Just use the flour I gave you earlier to get his fingerprints on it, that'll be another great achievement."

Then he looked at Smith, his gaze turning cold:

"But do you recognize this bastard?"

"Who is it?" Huang Bingyao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then looked Smith up and down before shaking his head.
"His face is all mangled, how can you recognize him?"

"Zhu Tao said this scoundrel is a chief superintendent."

“Damn, his face has been slapped like that. You could call him the Governor of Hong Kong, let alone the Chief Superintendent,” Wong Bing-yiu said.

He wasn't sure if this was Smith or not, but the figure did look somewhat familiar.

At the same time, I felt a chill in my heart.

Nan Zheng said that Zhu Tao said Smith was the Chief Superintendent, which means that Nan Zheng knew the other party's identity and still beat him up like this...

Even if it's fake, Huang Bingyao still thinks that Nan Zheng is incredibly audacious.

Is there anything in this world that he can't do?

Having neither father nor mother, he is truly invincible.

“Anyway, whether he’s a chief superintendent or not, it’s certain that he and Zhu Tao are involved in drug trafficking. We don’t like to hear about scandals, even if it’s someone from above, they’ll have to suppress the news… Come on, Xiao Huang, come over here and give him a few more shots. After you’re done, you’ll be a hero!” Nan Zheng smiled, and Huang Bingyao felt a chill run down his spine.

That brat is ruthless; he can even pull off a move like that.

"Anyway, if you say it's suicide, then it's suicide. But the official record definitely can't say it like that, you know what I mean," Huang Bingyao said meaningfully.

"We need to allow some time for this; you can only file your application at least three days later."

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!" Huang Bingyao laughed, then sighed:

"It's a pity that my capable assistant died in a car accident, and now we don't even have a driver."

"You miss your capable assistant so much... how about I take you to see him?"

"Forget it," Huang Bingyao said, waving his hand in surprise.

He originally wanted to test Nan Zheng, but he didn't expect that the kid would be so stubborn.

They wouldn't reveal even the slightest thing.

In that case, Huang Yang was just unlucky to have actually been in a car accident...

This matter was originally an unsolved case, as Nan Zheng never showed her face from beginning to end.

Even if we wanted to arrest him, we wouldn't have any evidence.

"The next time we meet, you'll be the Chief Superintendent."

"A promotion of three ranks in one year? That's a truly promising future." ...

Looking at Zhu Tao, Huang Bingyao was very excited, just like seeing his wife naked.

Because it really is as Nan Zheng said.

Zhu Tao is a drug lord who spans three major districts, and no matter how many departments of the police force are involved, they can't do anything about him.

Now that he has taken care of it, and caught them red-handed, the credit is right in front of him.

As long as it's reported, the Chief Superintendent might be willing to do it?
Just as Huang Bingyao was about to make a call to call for reinforcements, the phone rang by itself.

"Hey?"

"Officer Wong, it's me, Ka-Kui!" the long-haired man on the phone said excitedly.

“I have found evidence of Zhu Tao’s crimes, and his female assistant can be a witness for us.”

"I'll be able to handle Zhu Tao soon."

"Brother Jiaju, if I wait for you to handle Zhu Tao, the mosquitoes will have already gone to swarm!" Huang Bingyao sneered, and Chen Jiaju was immediately dumbfounded, completely confused.

"Inspector Wong, what do you mean by that?"

"Enough with the nonsense, you'll see when you get to Clearwater Bay." Huang Bingyao had no intention of telling Chen Jiaju anything; he was extremely smug at the moment.

In the past two months, he has solved one major case after another, doing what a police commissioner should be doing.

……

Meanwhile, Nan Zheng had already returned to Ye Weiyang's office, preparing to reward those who had contributed.

The table was covered with banknotes.

This was all cash confiscated from Zhu Tao's home, totaling approximately five million yuan.

There are also many antiques and jewelry, which together are worth four or five million.

Although this loser only has 20 million worth of goods, he's actually quite wealthy.

In just half a day, he rakes in 50 million. Who but a drug lord could bring him such a huge surprise?

"You did a great job today." Nan Zheng took out a million dollars and threw it at Shen Deng and the others.

"These are yours, divide them up."

"Thank you, boss!" The group immediately beamed with joy.

Big Foot, standing nearby, kept shouting, "Hey boss, I haven't been here long, and I have one too?"

"Everyone should be rewarded according to their merits," Nan Zheng said. When Cao Charlie drew his gun, Da Jiao stood in front of her the whole time. Although he didn't fight, his willingness to block the bullet was enough.

"Thanks, boss!" Big Foot was overjoyed, thinking about where he could go for a threesome if he had the money.

He's nothing but a womanizer.

"As for your ten friends... Wang Jianguo, 50,000 each, go and distribute them." Nan Zheng threw out another 500,000, and Wang Jianguo immediately nodded happily.

"I'll go over there in a bit."

"I'm a very simple person. If someone is loyal to me and does their job well, they can have all the money, women, and houses they need. I've always kept my personal and professional lives separate," Nan Zheng said. He has never been stingy when it comes to spending money.

If you don't have money, who will work properly for you?

For Nan Zheng now, money is not money at all, but a token of loyalty.

Then set up a security company, stuff Wang Jianguo and his ilk into it, and get a batch of gun licenses.

Even if someone tries to mess with me, they'll have to think twice about whose guns are bigger.

However, obtaining a gun license is very troublesome. Not only does it cost money, but you also need a lawyer to help you through the process, and preferably a top lawyer, otherwise you may encounter obstacles.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to find a top lawyer.

(End of this chapter)