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

Chapter 124 Senior Brother Dragon and Tiger, Making a Comeback (14)

"Aqi, have you had breakfast yet?" Li Junxia, ​​dressed smartly in his uniform, called out to his junior brother in the parking lot. Xu Anqi turned around, her face warm in the morning light, and teased, "Senior brother, haven't had breakfast in over ten years! How about you treat me today?"

Li Junxia glanced at his watch and replied, "If the Action Planning Department isn't busy, feel free to come to my office."

"The planning department isn't busy, but the border department must be very busy, right?" Xu Anqi swung her car keys and waited for her senior to come forward before the two of them walked side by side toward the Meili Building.

Both officers belong to the Operations Department, each responsible for a Class B unit. The Operations Planning Unit is responsible for counter-terrorism and reviews the operational plans of the Hong Kong Major Crimes Unit. It can intervene to command in case of emergencies. The Border Security Unit is responsible for border security, managing over 800 armed police officers at border crossings.

It is not responsible for anti-smuggling and border inspection, but only provides armed support to the port and counter-infiltration.

Li Junxia smiled and said, "I've had a relatively quiet time lately."

"I rarely bump into you in parking lots. You weren't waiting for me on purpose, were you?" Xu Anqi smiled, appearing harmless. She deliberately waited until they were inside the elevator and the two of them were alone before breaking the window.

Li Junxia wasn't embarrassed at all, and laughed and scolded, "I can't hide it from you, you loser. Did you get a call last night? Do you regret voting for Asheng during the upgrade test?"

During the probationary inspector test, Qiao Jingxing paid for the foreigner's vote; the two elite leaders, one in favor and one against.

Xu Anqi voted in favor, very nonchalantly: "You can't stop them. Besides, turning down interviewees is not my style, it's too embarrassing."

“I know you still owe us a favor, but Ah Sheng stole our business in West Kowloon, which caused us a huge loss.” Li Junxia’s tone gradually became more formal.

Xu Anqi was still grinning: "Aren't you very familiar with real estate developers? Tell them not to cooperate with corrupt police officers."

“The land is in West Kowloon. Whoever is in power, they will cooperate with whomever they want.” Li Junxia shook his head, then changed the subject: “I have two companies that are currently short-staffed. Do you have any candidates you like?”

Xu Anqi put her arm around his shoulder and said, "Senior brother, the elevator's here. I'll go first. I can't handle business related to real estate."

"I understand, it was my presumption." Li Junxia forced a smile, watching his junior brother walk away, the color of his pupils changing slightly.

They were no longer the sworn brothers who fought side by side in the Political Department. As their power and positions grew, their differing ideologies led to increasingly serious disagreements.

Firstly, regarding making money, Li Junxia, ​​guided by foreigners, took the lead in starting a real estate business without bringing Xu Anqi on board. At the time, Li Junxia felt that his junior apprentice was just a nobody and that following him was enough.

Unexpectedly, Xu Anqi gained the favor of the deputy director of management and was promoted shortly after. Unwilling to remain subordinate, she used the deputy director's connections to secure contracts with foreign firms, airports, and gold shops, taking on security and escort services.
A very obvious check and balance strategy: to prevent the elite faction from being associated with the Li family, the Westerners specifically promoted someone with the surname Xu. Both men took action, with the support of two deputy directors.

The Commissioner of Police, meanwhile, remained aloof, watching the power struggle unfold with amusement.

Therefore, in the accounts of the elite-led regions, there were two sources of revenue. Although the difference in size was obvious, it was undeniable that Xu Anqi had built his own faction and gradually expanded his power at the grassroots level. Meanwhile, Li Junxia, ​​in order to surpass him, did more and more dirty work for the deputy director of operations, seeking only greater support.

“A triad can only have one leader. Besides, how can a political party have two leaders?” Li Junxia witnessed the remnants of the party rising from the ashes, and his sense of urgency grew stronger. Standing by the window of his office, looking out at the cityscape of Wan Chai, he made up his mind: “We must secure our internal stability before we can conquer the outside world. In front of the foreigners, the Chinese police can only have a leader. Otherwise, they will be dogs for life.”

"If we let Aqi and Qiao Jingxing work together, it will really be a tricky situation."

Action Planning Section. Xu Anqi recalled Li Junxia's expression and found it particularly fascinating. Sitting in her office chair, she was smug: "Now you're scared, thinking of giving me, Xu Anqi, a share of the money? Back in the Political Department, without my support, how did you get promoted! Now that you're in power, you want me to be your mistress? Dream on."

He's been a junior disciple his whole life; from now on, he's going to be the big one!

Garden Street.

Around 5:30 in the evening, luxury cars began to arrive at the gate one after another. The bigwigs who came to the meeting drove Lamborghinis, accompanied by several Mercedes-Benzes; some rode in BMWs, sitting in the passenger seat; and the least impressive were all in convertible Jaguars, their revving engines revealing powerful engines beneath the hoods.

The henchmen who came to the meeting with the big boss were in groups of three or five. Some were used to wearing shirts and sportswear, some were all in suits, and some had buzz cuts, spoke Mandarin, and looked fierce, showing their disdain for the local gangsters.

A group of forty-odd thugs gathered by the roadside, attracting considerable attention. Traffic police and uniformed officers received radio calls and rushed to the scene.

Senior Inspector Chan Sing of the Mong Kok District Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and Senior Inspector Sze Chin-pang of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, dressed in plainclothes like two doormen, stood guard at the entrance.

Upon seeing the uniformed inspector arrive with his entire team, he remained calm, took out his identification, and said, "This is O-Division (Major Crimes Unit) work. Tell the guys to disperse."

"Inspector Chan, Inspector Shi, are you alright?" The uniformed inspectors recognized people from the West Kowloon and Mong Kok districts, so they exchanged identifications without checking badge numbers and stood at attention to salute.

"Thirty-odd plainclothes officers inside and out, are you worried about a bunch of thugs causing trouble?" Chen Sheng said irritably. The uniformed inspector dared not ask any more questions, stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, sir!"

A dozen meters away, in a small shop, the owner took a pack of KFC cigarettes from the cigarette cabinet and handed it to a young man in military uniform who came to buy cigarettes, tentatively asking, "Young man, are the police out collecting protection money again?"

The uniformed policeman paused for a moment, then explained, "The serious crimes unit is handling a case; it might be something big. Let's have a chat with those underworld figures."

The boss scoffed, his face full of disbelief, and said with certainty, "Six months ago, when the photos were first hung up, I knew that sooner or later, a bunch of motherless, black-hearted cops would be sitting in the teahouse again."

The young officer's eyes were filled with anger: "The police force has been reformed a long time ago, there are no more corrupt cops."

"No?"

"That's because you're not qualified to come in, you idiot." The boss sat back in his chair, whistling, and turned his head toward the television.

A Chevrolet police car slowly pulled up in front of the teahouse. Without parking, five people got out. Deng Gengyun, Zhang Jinrong, Chen Anquan, and Zhong Zhihui followed behind the boss and stepped into the teahouse. As they passed the signboard, the officers from the Major Crimes Unit outside the teahouse saluted first: "Good morning, sir!"

Upon entering the teahouse, the plainclothes officers from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) standing guard inside immediately stood at attention, stamped their feet, and saluted: "Good morning, sir!"

The thugs on the roadside and the police officers sitting nearby couldn't help but glance at the young police officer leading the group.

The infamous Five Poisons Inspector, along with his four sergeants, has truly returned with a vengeance.

(End of this chapter)