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

Chapter 119 Hand over the gun! (22)

"Boss, Chen Yaoxing drove to the movie company building and took someone upstairs." Around 9 p.m., Zhong Zhihui sat in the listening car, dialed Lin Tiansheng's number, stared at a frozen image on the monitor, and exclaimed in astonishment, "It's an old acquaintance."

Lin Tiansheng lay on the massage bed, relaxed, and even took a nap. He mumbled sleepily, "Who is it?"

Chung Chi-hui said, "Your superior is Wong Yip, Senior Inspector of the West Kowloon Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."

"Damn it!" Lin Tiansheng woke up instantly, sat up straight, started changing his clothes, and said, "Tell the guys to get ready, I'm coming over."

"To arrest him or not?" Zhong Zhihui was undecided. Because if they could get dirt on Huang Ye, it would undoubtedly make the big boss's life in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau much more prosperous.

Chen Yaoxing can handle it independently, without involving Huang Ye.

However, Lin Tiansheng was very decisive: "Arrest them! We can talk to the foreigners, but we can't talk to those fake foreign devils."

Westerners and Chinese have a competitive yet cooperative relationship, but the remnants and the elites are sworn enemies. If the remnants come to power, they will inevitably replace the elites in the political landscape.

Zhong Zhihui replied, "Understood."

Lin Tiansheng changed his clothes, walked to the lobby, raised his hand to push open the door of the next private room, woke up Chen Anquan, and said, "I'll wait for you outside. Wake everyone up in five minutes and get ready to do things."

Chen Anquan rolled over and got up, his movements decisive: "Got it, boss."

Less than five minutes later, three minutes later, A-Du, Lao Zhang, and Xian Shi Bao had changed their clothes and came to the hall with Chen Anquan.

Huang Ye, dressed in plain clothes, his face flushed, a cigar in his hand, strode into the film company with Chen Yaoxing. Seeing the sign on the wall at the front desk, he smiled and said, "Yaoxing Film Company, not a bad name. Yaoxing, how much do you earn in a year?"

Chen Yaoxing, dressed in a red leather jacket and sporting a side-swept fringe, stood beside him with a smug look on his face: "Don't underestimate this company. It can earn 30 to 40 million every year. It's not necessarily worse than New Art City or Golden Harvest."

"After all, I don't need to spend a lot of money to hire artists, I don't need to share profits with theaters, and I direct the films myself!"

Huang Ye's eyes gleamed with excitement as he shouted, "Damn it, you're a real beast!"

Chen Yaoxing laughed loudly, not ashamed at all, but rather smug: "Thank you for praising me, Inspector Wong. I will definitely be the most despicable beast to the end."

The henchman pushed open the door of a photography studio, turned on the lights, and the dark red colored lights made the leather sofa, carpet, and waterbed look extremely ambiguous.

The toolbox also contains props such as whips, handcuffs, and candles.

This scene was exactly the same as the one Huang Ye had seen on the videotape, except that it lacked equipment such as a video camera and a lighting panel. The suggestive scent of perfume wafted into his nostrils, making him feel hot and bothered.

"Everything is ready, Mr. Wong. Safety is the top priority!" Chen Yaoxing puffed on his cigar, patted his chest, and promised, "The dishes will be served shortly. Mr. Wong, please take your seats and get ready to start filming."

A van stopped at the back entrance of the building, and four gangsters led a pretty, well-built female student upstairs.

Huang Ye laughed and said, "It wasn't because you used drugs, was it?"

“That’s no fun,” Chan Yiu-hing said. “Drugging is just to make money. Hurry up and finish the film. The actresses we find for Inspector Wong will definitely scream and shout, but even if they scream their lungs out, no one will know.”

"Inspector Chung, someone's gone upstairs." The man watching the back door took out his walkie-talkie and reported from the tracking car. Chung Chi-fai glanced at his watch, saw the girl had gone upstairs, took a deep breath, drew his gun, and decisively pushed open the door: "Get to work!"

Although letting Huang Ye sleep with the girl would provide irrefutable evidence, he wouldn't abandon his humanity for political gain; he would save her if he could.

"Yes, sir." Seven intelligence officers, guns in hand, got out of the car with their boss and rushed into the building without hesitation.

Chen Yaoxing had just left the studio, leaving the space to Huang Sir, and went into the adjacent "director's room," intending to sit back and watch the show through the monitor. Unexpectedly, the alarm outside the company door suddenly went off.

"Ding ding ding."

Amidst the blaring alarm bells, two gunshots rang out, startling Chan Yiu-hing so much that his expression changed drastically. He kicked open the door, snatched the henchman's pistol, and cocked it. His first thought was of Wong Yip, but then he remembered that Wong Sir had taken off his clothes and started partying in the recording studio. His second thought was that his enemies were raiding the studio. Upon seeing Chung Chi-wai, he immediately lost his nerve, abandoned his brothers, and turned to run away.

Because Zhong Zhihui's appearance meant that the intelligence department had been watching him for a long time. Lin Tiansheng had always known about this illegal film company, but was just looking for evidence.

"Bang, bang." Zhong Zhihui didn't let him escape. He took care of two henchmen and exchanged several bullets with Chen Yaoxing. He was very brave and hit Chen Yaoxing's right arm with a shot, knocking the pistol out of Chen Yaoxing's hand.

Chen Yaoxing screamed in pain and tried to bend down to pick up his weapon again. Zhong Zhihui had already strode up to him, kicked the gun away, and pressed it against Chen Yaoxing's head, his face filled with murderous intent: "Yaoxing, long time no see. Move again, and I'll blow your head off!"

Chen Yaoxing swallowed hard, knelt on the ground, and raised his hands: "Brother Zhihui, let's talk this out. We're all on the same side."

Zhong Zhihui slapped him across the face, leaving it bruised and raw: "Who's on your side?"

Two men stepped forward, restrained the man, pinned him against the wall, locked his handcuffs, and collected the guns from the ground. Two other men, armed, quietly approached the entrance to the photography studio.

"Go!" Zhong Zhihui ordered.

One of the men immediately kicked open the door, and the man on the left rushed in with a gun, shouting loudly, "The police are on duty."

Three men then filed in, brandishing guns to control the scene. When they saw Huang Ye, naked and holding a whip, standing in the shed, their faces were filled with deep contempt.

"Damn it, which department are you from!" Huang Ye's hands trembled, his heart filled with panic, but he forced himself to act tough, trying to extricate himself by mentioning his rank.

“I am a senior inspector from West Kowloon. Tell your boss to come out.”

Chung Chih-hui took off his suit jacket and draped it over the student. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the whip marks on her body, and anger rose in his heart. He stood up and said, "What a coincidence, Inspector Wong, do you know me?"

Huang Ye's pupils contracted sharply.

"Zhong Zhihui?"

He roared, "Call your boss out here! You teamed up with Chen Yaoxing to set me up, damn it!"

At this moment, Lin Tiansheng arrived at the door with his men, followed the sound into the studio, his face playful, his eyes sinister: "Huang sir, did you call me?"

Huang Ye took a deep breath, put his hand on the gun holster at his waist, and said, "Ah Sheng, you're willing to fight to the death, aren't you! Let me go today, and I'll support you in the O-Division from now on. As for the matter of injuring the undercover agent, I'll contact Inspector Fu to help you sort it out."

Lin Tiansheng stepped forward, spread his hands, and said, "Hand over the gun."

"I'm your boss!"

Huang Ye's eyes widened, filled with shock and anger.

Lin Tiansheng punched him in the left jaw and shouted, "Hand over the gun!"

　I've gotten a bit back to normal. I'll post two chapters today, and four more tomorrow. There will be an update at midnight.

　　
　
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