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

Chapter 122 Avici Hell (34)

Lin Tiansheng led his men to Elizabeth Hospital. At the entrance of the intensive care unit on the sixth floor, he showed his identification to the guard in uniform and said, "I'm here to ask you something."

The officer in uniform, unaware that the patient was an undercover agent, looked troubled and hesitated before saying, "Inspector Lin, Inspector Fu of the Narcotics Division instructed that no one is allowed to see the prisoner without his orders."

Lin Tiansheng sneered: "Inspector Fu is having coffee in the Internal Investigation Department. How about you go and keep him company?"

The uniformed police sergeant's expression changed abruptly. He stepped aside, stood at attention, and saluted: "Sir, please!"

"Chicken head, sign this for him, don't make things difficult for the guy." Lin Tiansheng's expression softened as he pushed open the door and entered the ward. Chen Anquan picked up the registration form from the chair, bit off the pen cap with his teeth, wrote his name, and muttered, "Be more careful, brother."

In the ward.

Zhang Jian lay on the hospital bed, his chest bandaged, his body covered in tubes, and a ventilator in his mouth. He was pale and staring blankly at the ceiling.

Lin Tiansheng pulled out a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, his face filled with emotion: "I asked the doctor, and the bullet broke his ribs and remained in his chest cavity."

"Fortunately, the ambulance arrived in time, otherwise, we would have held a funeral today."

"At this point, he was buried."

Zhang Jian's thin face twitched at the corners of his mouth, as if he were laughing.

He had his dressings changed several times a day, and he was constantly receiving IV drips. Even the strongest person would be exhausted after such treatment.

Lin Tiansheng didn't need to beat around the bush with a patient, so he asked frankly, "Two months, it's about time to be discharged. What are your plans after discharge? Are you going to be transferred back to the Narcotics Division, reinstated, or go back to Wo Shing Wo and continue working?"

Zhang Jian's eyes darkened, and his face fell. Clearly, the experience of the last operation made him realize that he was neither trusted by Wo Shing Wo nor treated as a pawn by the Narcotics Bureau.

A lose-lose situation!
"When an undercover agent is tasked with a mission, they make it sound appealing, but they keep a close watch on you, more vigilant than a thief, fearing you might betray them or fail to rise to the top and accomplish anything. The Nirvana Sutra states, 'The sins of the eight great hells are called the Avici Hell, meaning that one suffers great torment without interruption, hence the name.' The Buddha said, 'Those who suffer without interruption are immortal, and longevity is the greatest eon in the Avici Hell.'"

Previously, the criminal investigation department never used undercover agents because those who were disloyal and unjust would be punished by heaven and would inevitably commit murder sooner or later.

I checked, and Uber has no evidence against you.

Lin Tiansheng carefully observed Zhang Jian's expression and slowly said, "At this moment, your return to Youbo's side is equivalent to passing the test and gaining his trust."

"As for the undercover files, I'll have the big sir transfer them to the Criminal Investigation Department. We'll use this opportunity to take down Yu Bo and Fu Wenjie in one fell swoop, and then bring them back to the police force to live upright lives."

"You're an inspector now. Once you finish this job, join us, and a senior inspector position is within your grasp."

"If you agree, just move your finger."

Zhang Jian remained calm, pondered for a moment, and then quietly tapped the blanket twice with his left index finger. It wasn't hard to tell who wanted to kill him and who was saving him.

Physical immobility doesn't equate to mental retardation. Those who go undercover are simply seeking advancement, promotions, and big heists. No one wants to become a victim of political infighting. But the most tragic thing is that the victims have no right to speak out!
Lin Tiansheng looked at him with admiration, stood up and said, "Take a good rest. Your career will start anew."

Of course, if Fu Wenjie were to go all out and betray his undercover identity to You Bo, Zhang Jian would be left with no way out. But in return, Fu Wenjie's life would come to an abrupt end. Trading a powerful chief inspector for an undercover officer is something no one with a brain would do.

Chen Anquan found it hard to believe that being suspected by a triad boss and abandoned by a police chief would lead him back to infiltrate the triad. Walking out of the hospital building, he looked surprised and exclaimed, "So decisive! Infiltrators are ruthless." "A person who's died once isn't afraid to die a second time. Besides, if he refuses, will he get a good position after being reinstated?" Lin Tiansheng sighed, certain, "No matter how nicely Inspector Fu speaks, he's definitely wary. Maybe in less than two months, he'll be relegated to the traffic department issuing tickets. To have a good future, he needs a different chief, but getting a different chief requires merit."

Chen Anquan nodded, a glimmer of hope rising in his eyes: "Last time, You Bo didn't arrange any goods, so he can be released due to insufficient evidence. If Zhang Jian performs well, there's a real chance to find Heshenghe's warehouse. That's not just a few dozen kilograms, it's at least a hundred kilograms, a huge contribution."

Going toe-to-toe with a seasoned veteran like Uber isn't something that can be decided in just one or two rounds. But if you stick a nail into his heart, even the most formidable person will be knocked down.

Lin Tiansheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, drove home and suddenly said, "Tomorrow I'll go to Li Zhongying and get 20,000 yuan. I'll donate it to the Anglican Welfare Home in Zhang Jian's name."

"An orphan!" Chen Anquan exclaimed in shock. Lin Tiansheng chuckled, "Of course! Orphans are easy to fool! Easy to forge identities!"

"People with families and parents, do they think gangs are idiots? They can't find any connections. Hong Kong is only so big, and there are more gang members than police officers."

After dropping Chen Anquan off on Prince Edward Road, Lin Tiansheng arrived home. He opened the door to find Li Shaifeng, dressed in a kitchen skirt and home clothes, stirring a dessert.

"What's going on?" Lin Tiansheng sniffed and leaned closer.

"Coconut milk sago pudding".

Li Shaifeng took out plastic wrap, covered the bowl, picked up the dessert with both hands, put it in the refrigerator, and said with a hint of pride, "I just learned this. I'll have a cup when I get back from work to refresh myself."

Lin Tiansheng smiled and tossed his car keys aside, his happiness overflowing.

Li Shaifeng usually has to go to school and film, so she doesn't have much free time. She has to squeeze in time to come and clean once a week, and cooking is a matter of luck.

Although she sleeps at home on weekends, she can't very well ask someone to make her a late-night snack when she gets home from work at 11 or 12.
There's a bowl of dessert in the fridge, ready to be enjoyed anytime. Every time I open the fridge, I feel the love. Home is where two people live, and the efforts we put into making a living here are all expressions of genuine love.

"There's a prize tonight, I'll cover you for another night." Lin Tiansheng thought about how he had already bought three apartments from Huang Ye, and unconsciously became extravagant. He waved his hand, very dashing, wanting to play some tricks.

After a fierce battle, they embraced and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, in the morning.

Lin Tiansheng arrived at the office area feeling refreshed. Hou Canxing took the opportunity of delivering documents to relay a message: "Boss, several gang leaders have received news of Huang Ye's accident and are begging to see you."

Lin Tiansheng raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

"About the business commission," Hou Canxing said in a low voice.

"Are the accounts sorted out?" Lin Tiansheng was eager to see how the elite faction was making money after the police reform. Although he had some guesses, nothing was as concrete as the accounts.

"Mr. He is on leave today to reorganize, and it will be done as early as tonight," Hou Canxing said.

"Let them wait a couple of days, and I'll talk to them after I've reviewed the accounts," Lin Tiansheng said casually.

(End of this chapter)