The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 115 Anti-Drug Campaign, Insider (44)

"Damn it." Huang Jinqiang's eyes widened in terror. He sniffed, cursed, and tried to throw away the heroin in his hand. Lin Tiansheng pulled the trigger, showing no mercy to gangsters and giving them no chance: "Bang!"

A bullet pierced the criminal's chest.

Huang Jinqiang took two steps back, his crazed face turning to terror. He collapsed to the ground, clutching the white powder, lying in a pool of blood.

Chen Sheng, A-Du, Lao Zhang, Chen Anquan, and their group entered the kitchen with guns raised and fired a burst of shots at the six gangsters who had just drawn their guns.

Only the two men at the back fired three scattered bullets, two hitting the stainless steel cabinet and one striking the wall. The brief exchange of fire was like mowing grass, instantly taking down all the criminals.

Then, when Lin Tiansheng rushed out of the back door and came to the alley, six Wo Shing Wo henchmen had already fled in panic, holding guns and running wildly toward the intersection.

Four vehicles belonging to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) came to a stop at the intersections on both sides of the road. At each intersection, a group of plainclothes police officers wearing bulletproof vests and carrying .38 pistols rushed forward, shouting, "Drop your weapons!"

"Squat down!"

The two swindlers, showing no will to fight, immediately dropped their guns and crouched down in the alley, covering their heads. The remaining four raised their Black Star pistols and stubbornly resisted, firing at their men.

"Damn it, kill them."

"Kill out."

Lin Tiansheng hid behind the van, raised his gun, and fired with his men: "Bang, bang, bang."

Two minutes later, the remaining four winners and gunmen were all shot. The officers went over, handcuffed them, confiscated their weapons, and cursed and punched them.

Chen Sheng rushed out of the kitchen, his expression one of surprise and delight: "Inspector Lin, fifty kilograms of heroin and thirty kilograms of soft drugs."

Lin Tiansheng, with a stern face, pulled a bullet from the train car in front of him, clenched it in his palm, and cursed, "Damn it, shoot where you're supposed to be!"

The ricocheting bullet came straight at his forehead; had he not dodged quickly, he would be dead. Chen Sheng glanced at the caliber and knew it was one of his men's guns. He was furious: "Which bastard shot Inspector Lin? Step forward!"

The men looked at each other, none of them daring to admit it.

Lin Tiansheng sighed and said, "Forget it, it's my fault for not choosing a good spot. It has nothing to do with the guys. Let's call it a day."

After bringing the people and goods back to the West Kowloon Police Station, Henry was exceptionally happy. It was another big case, and he had accomplished it effortlessly.

Huang Ye stood by, smiling obsequiously, offering a cigarette and praising, "Congratulations, Inspector Lin! You've got it off to a great start. With a few fans providing leads, the case should be making big progress soon, right?"

Lin Tiansheng took the cigarette and said softly, "It's just good luck. Whether I'll be this lucky again, only God knows."

Huang Ye even helped light a cigarette: "Be modest. Strength is strength. Ah Xing, Jiawei, you should learn from Lin Sir."

"Yes, sir."

Hou Canxing, the assistant from Group A, and He Jiawei from Group B, stood at attention, saluted, and answered loudly, giving Lin Tiansheng ample face in front of their superior.

Lin Tiansheng arranged for Chen Anquan to be interrogated, while Lao Zhang was in charge of the interrogation. A-Du stood to the side and, after his superior left, handed him a glass of water, smiling as he said, "Lin sir, you've really made a name for yourself. Even Huang sir praised you."

Lin Tiansheng remained unfazed: "Praising someone you don't like isn't necessarily a good thing." At Tai Po Fishing Port, Wo Shing Wo's super-elder, Uncle You, with his protruding belly, strode onto a boat, sat down in a chair, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted: "What the hell is going on? Millions of dollars worth of goods, just gone like that! How many times this has happened this year, Ah Jian!"

A young man sitting on the left, with a buzz cut and a sharp look, took the cigarette out of his mouth and answered, "The fourth time."

“Four times, several million each time, four times would be tens of millions.” Yu Bo’s temples were gray, his head was dyed black, and he had grown a thin beard. He was wearing a yellow shirt with the buttons undone, and he looked very domineering.

Zhang Jian lowered his head, interlaced his fingers, and stopped speaking.

The fishing boat slowly sailed out of the dock, pushing through layers of waves and into the sea. As they got further away from the dock, the five people on board became noticeably tense.

The chef, who was lame and older, tried to smooth things over by saying, "Boss, the most important thing is that you're alright. Money can be earned back."

Yuber stood up irritably, clapping his hands and saying, "Earn more? You make it sound so easy. I have to settle accounts with the gang! Without the gang's help, would the Golden Triangle have shared goods with us? Would the customs and police have let us through? The gang knows how much we import each year, and I'll have to cover the losses out of my own pocket."

Zhang Jian tentatively asked, "How much is the replacement?"

Yuber slapped him hard: "Is it about money? It's about face. In the gang, heroin is my face. Losing it is losing face."

Zhang Jian's cheeks were flushed, and he bit his lip, remaining silent. Old Dang, the man in charge of the vehicle, had dark skin and a strong build. He was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, Uncle You, the problem that occurred during delivery is my responsibility."

Yuber pulled out a switchblade, began to cut open the fresh grouper, pulled out its organs, his hands covered in blood: "It's always your fault, so what's the point of keeping you alive?"

The two gunmen immediately grabbed Lao Dang, turned him over, and threw him into the water.

Zhang Jian, who was in charge of the "feet", the lame man in the kitchen, and Zeng Xuezhi, who was in charge of the warehouse, all showed moved expressions and unbearable eyes, as if they were feeling a sense of shared sorrow.

Zhang Jian pleaded, "Uncle You, this time the police were brought in by the New Bureau, and have nothing to do with the old party."

Old Dang clung tightly to the two gunmen, his lower body submerged in the water. Fortunately, the boat wasn't moving fast. He cried out in alarm, "Boss, give me another chance! Give me another chance!"

Yuber snorted coldly and nodded slightly. The gunman pulled the man back up. Old Dang's eyes were bloodshot. He wiped his face with his hand, collapsed to the ground, and awaited his fate.

“Last time, it was the problem with Xinhe; this time it’s the problem with Xinji. Is it possible that it’s your problem?” Yu Bo threw the sliced ​​fish into the pot and said, “I suspect there’s a mole among the three of you! Getting Lao Dang out isn’t about letting him off the hook, it’s about not giving the mole a chance to shift the blame.”

"Old Dang doesn't need to worry about the car, A-Jian will take over. Xue-Zhi will be in charge of the 'feet'. I'll have someone else take care of the warehouse."

Zhang Jian was clearly being given an important position and promoted, but there was no joy on his face. His expression was blank as he said in a hoarse voice, "Understood, Uncle You."

Everyone knew that Yuber's reshuffling of several people and removing the old party member was a test to see who the real culprit was. In the next deal, whoever's hands the problem lies with will be doomed!

In front of the memorial hall, Chen Yaoxing, dressed in a black suit and holding three incense sticks, bowed to Huang Jinqiang's memorial tablet, took two steps forward, inserted the incense into the bronze incense burner, stared at the memorial tablet for two seconds, and his lips unconsciously turned up, a smile suddenly appearing.

But when he turned around, his eyes were filled with sadness. He came to Huang Ximing, handed over the condolence money, and said earnestly, "Call me Boss."

Huang Ximing knelt on the ground, a white flower tied around his chest, and suddenly burst into tears: "Boss."

Chen Yaoxing hugged him tightly, his voice filled with emotion and leaving no room for doubt: "From now on, I'm your boss!"

(End of this chapter)