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

Chapter 116: Let's get started! (12)

Chen Anquan handed over the recorded statement, sat down, picked up his teacup, cleared his throat, and said, "Boss, the Wo Shing Wo gangsters are tight-lipped; none of them are willing to be witnesses for the prosecution. But the henchmen of Sun Kee are more sensible; they helped us identify someone named 'Zhang Jian,' who is the one who helps Uncle Yu dismantle the goods."

Lin Tiansheng took out a photo, placed it on the table, and said, “Zhang Jian, 27 years old, from Tsuen Wan, joined Wo Shing Wo ten years ago, in charge of unloading cargo. Shi Kang, 48 years old, nicknamed Cripple, cook. Zeng Xuezhi, 30 years old, Wo Shing Wo Straw Sandals, You Bo’s right-hand man, should be in charge of the warehouse. The other young man, Da Jiao, Wo Shing Wo Double Flower Red Stick, will likely be in charge of the boats.”

"Including the old party members from before, there are several veteran workers here, including those in the car, foot, kitchen, and warehouse departments."

Chen Anquan looked down at the five photos laid out, his face filled with surprise and disbelief. "You've found out everything so quickly?"

Lin Tiansheng said coldly, "The anti-drug team learned that we had seized drugs and handed over a set of intelligence with complete clues."

Chen Anquan cursed, "Damn it! They didn't release any information before, but now they're releasing it. What do they mean by adding fuel to the fire?!"

"They said they just found it out, do you believe them?" Lin Tiansheng said sarcastically, but once a drug case starts, it attracts a lot of attention and can't be stopped anytime soon.

"Boss, who do you think we should start with?" Chen Anquan asked hesitantly. Lin Tiansheng tapped the table and instead asked, "Why do you think the narcotics squad has so much information?"

"There's an undercover agent?" Chen Anquan asked, startled.

Lin Tiansheng crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and pondered: "Yes, it's probably among five people. If I handle this case, I'll not only offend the foreigners, but I might also accidentally kill a colleague. If my hands are stained with a colleague's blood, my future will be ruined."

"Hold!"

"Without files, how would we know who our own people are?" Chen Anquan cursed under his breath. The joy of his recent meritorious service vanished, replaced by an even stronger hatred for the foreigners.

Using an undercover police officer's life as a bargaining chip is inhuman!

"Find the warehouse and capture them alive," Lin Tiansheng said. "Only in this way can we keep our hands clean. As for what to do with the undercover agents later, that's his problem."

"Understood." Chen Anquan nodded slightly, lit a cigarette, and felt a weight pressing on his chest.

“They’re under pressure in the short term and probably won’t be trading again unless there’s a big order. I’ll have my friends in the underworld arrange it. You’re in charge of leading a team to keep an eye on those five and try to find their warehouse,” Lin Tiansheng said. Chen Anquan’s expression was serious as he exhaled a puff of smoke: “Don’t worry, I’m confident I can handle a few.”

The practice of using film production for money laundering has been proven.

Before the film was even released, Yang Sihai had already tasted the sweetness of success, laundering one million Hong Kong dollars through methods such as inflating costs and using dual contracts. The film company was still constantly launching new projects, and it was easy to launder over one hundred million Hong Kong dollars a year. When he learned that Lin Tiansheng wanted to use Lao Fu's name to lure out the drug addicts of Wo Shing Wo, he readily agreed without much thought.

“I ordered HK$10 million worth of goods from them, saying that they need to be shipped to Singapore and stored on Hong Kong Island for a few days. You better get it done in three days. If you don’t hear from them in five days, the heroin is yours, and you’ll have to pay for it.”

Lin Tiansheng couldn't even raise a million by selling his house, but he said in a relaxed tone: "No problem, tell him to get the goods."

“Okay, I’ll let you know the time and place of the transaction later,” Yang Sihai said.

"Thank you."

Lin Tiansheng wasn't afraid of messing things up. After all, according to the rules of the underworld, if the money and goods weren't exchanged, the blame wouldn't fall on Yang Sihai. Entering before Lao Fu's men meant he wouldn't lose out. Wan Chai, Palace Nightclub.

Chen Yaoxing opened a bottle of brandy, placed it in front of Huang Ye, and boasted, "Martell Cordon Bleu, imported from Italy, over 20,000 yuan."

Huang Ye crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, and, not bothering to look at him any longer, sipped his cigar and said, "You've really gotten involved. In a few days, Heshenghe will have a new deal arranged by him."

Chen Yaoxing raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Damn it, a batch of goods was just seized, and Youbo still dares to ship more? Does he have a death wish?"

Huang Ye sneered, "That old fox, Youbo, says it's a big order that we can't refuse. Maybe he just wants to test who the mole is."

After pondering for a moment, Chen Yaoxing's eyes brightened, and he raised his glass, saying, "Wong Sir, you are my great benefactor. I toast you."

“When you’re out in the world, you have to rely on your own abilities. I don’t deserve the title of benefactor.” Huang Ye clinked his glass, took a sip of wine, and said, “If you want to thank someone, go back and thank Xiang Sheng. Without Xiang Sheng’s request, Fu Sir would never have agreed to help you.”

Chen Yaoxing flattered, "It's a win-win situation, let's make money together. Actually, sometimes I really miss the old days, the police, the triads, being brothers side by side, even the foreigners didn't dare to underestimate me."

Feeling disappointed, Huang Ye suddenly changed his expression, threw his wine glass on the ground, and startled the hostesses on both sides of the sofa.

"Hey Chen, don't compare us to bastards like Lü Le, Lan Gang, and Lin Tiansheng."

Having lost face, Chan Yiu-hing dared not get angry. Instead, he put down his wine glass with a grin, slapped himself, and said with a fawning smile, "Sorry, I'm bad with words. Inspector Wong, please forgive my rudeness."

Huang Ye crossed his legs again, put his arm around the girl, and coldly watched Chen Yaoxing pour the wine. As Chen Yaoxing offered the glass to Huang Ye, he whispered, "Huang sir, was that videotape from last time interesting?"

Huang Ye was deeply impressed by the scenes on the videotape, and his face showed obvious interest as he slowly said, "What's the point of just watching?"

“Yes, yes, watching a videotape is of course not as exciting as real guns and bullets.” Seeing Huang Ye’s face flushed and his mind filled with lust as he revealed his true feelings, Chen Yaoxing was particularly excited. He took the opportunity to put his arm around Huang Ye’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Once we’ve dealt with Lin Tiansheng, I’ll arrange a celebration for Huang Sir.”

Unable to contain himself any longer, Huang Ye pinched the hostess's thigh hard with his left hand, and a soft cry of pain echoed in the private room. At almost the same moment, Chen Yaoxing and Huang Ye burst into loud laughter.

Once Lin Tiansheng is taken down, he'll definitely get promoted by the end of the year, which is definitely worth celebrating. Chen Yaoxing, however, wisely put down his glass and said, "Wong sir, you can have fun. I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Two henchmen guarding the door followed their boss out of the private room. Chen Yaoxing tilted his head, and when there was movement inside, he smiled, called over the henchmen guarding the place, gave them a couple of instructions, and left the nightclub, getting into the luxury car parked outside.

He turned to his confidant in the driver's seat and said, "Awei, inform the film company that I'm shooting a new video. Pick some good stuff."

Ah Wei, wearing black gloves, said with a gloomy expression, "Understood, Xing-ge."

Two days later, at noon, Zhong Zhihui, who had been keeping an eye on the film company, saw his henchmen come upstairs and open the recording studio. He immediately dialed Lin Tiansheng's number: "Boss, the film company is making a move. They may be about to start filming."

Lin Tiansheng, who had just finished assigning tasks for the operation, ordered the Major Crimes Unit and the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau to collect their weapons. Just as he was about to leave his desk, he received a phone call and sneered, "What a coincidence, I'm also preparing to start work. Keep a close eye on him, and we'll close in on both sides at once!"

(End of this chapter)