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

Chapter 150 Teahouse Meeting (12)

The Wan Chai inspector turned Leung Chun-pong over; the shrapnel in his body was shocking. Hou Chan-sing led his men to examine him, then turned and reported, "Inspector Lam, Leung Chun-pong is in trouble."

Lin Tiansheng, his face contorted with anger, said displeasedly, "You can't even handle this little thing? Call the ambulance."

"receive."

Hou Canxing picked up the walkie-talkie and called an ambulance again. But in fact, Liang Zhenbang had already called the front desk when one of the employees was injured.

Within ten minutes, the SWAT team and an ambulance arrived at the scene, and paramedics took the person away. A senior inspector from the SWAT team, carrying his weapon, stepped forward and asked, "Inspector Lin, is there anything else?"

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll take over the scene." Lin Tiansheng stepped forward to shake hands, and the senior inspector, showing great respect, nodded and said, "No problem."

Afterwards, he met with customs and marine police, handed over the smuggled pork from the pier to customs officials, and then led the team back to West Kowloon.

The next morning.

He Jiawei yawned and walked up to Ah Tou, who had just started work, and whispered, "Inspector Lin, the man surnamed Liang has lost too much blood and is still in the ICU."

"Alive?" Lin Tiansheng wasn't surprised, because the ambulance arrived in time last night. Liang Zhenbang was indeed covered in blood, but the grenade wasn't powerful enough to tear two people apart.

In the event of a self-destruction, most of the shrapnel and impact are absorbed by the gangsters; those who are a little further away can save their lives.

He Jiawei nodded slightly: "Both are alive, and Chen Zhiming is in the ICU. However, Liang Zhenbang's leg is broken and needs to be amputated. Even if he survives, it will be difficult for him to stay in the operations department."

"What a pity." Lin Tiansheng tugged at the corner of his mouth, still quite satisfied with the results of the operation. As long as the predetermined goal was achieved, the way it was presented was secondary.

“Henry Sir is looking for you,” He Jiawei said.

Lin Tiansheng took the completed operation report and turned to go to the Operations Department. Regarding last night's operation, Henry was not angry but pleased. He could get the credit for West Kowloon. What did it matter if a Wan Chai inspector was killed? Anyone with eyes could see that West Kowloon was there to steal the credit, but it was reasonable for the police station to receive intelligence and set out to investigate.

From the perspective of the Chinese police officers, it was a power struggle between the remnants and the elites, but Henry and Mark, being foreigners, didn't care about the internal strife among the Chinese police officers.

The fact that Lam Tin-shing was able to snatch meat from the Wan Chai police station shows that he is capable.

Moreover, there were many casualties in Wan Chai last night, which was a huge loss of face and a failure to achieve anything. It will be much easier for Qiao Jingxing to arrange personnel operations.

When Su Long learned of his disciple's accident, he remained calm and sent a lawyer to visit him in the hospital. He immediately ordered Chen Zhiming's younger brother, Chen Zhihui, to take over the Wan Chai branch.

evening.

Lin Tiansheng drove back to the Royal Capital Building. As soon as he entered, his mobile phone rang.

"Which position?" He answered the phone casually, changing into slippers. Su Long's hoarse, smoky voice came through the phone: "Officer Lin, this is Su Long, the chairman of the Muay Thai Council. Is this alright?"

"It's after get off work hours, so it's not an intrusion." Lin Tiansheng chuckled, having anticipated Su Long's contact. After their tacit cooperation, Su Long, lacking political protection, would definitely try to climb the social ladder.

At this moment, Su Long adopted a very humble attitude: "Officer Lin, Wan Chai branch, thank you for your help. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Xinji is Xinji, Xiangshi is Xiangshi, and I, Su Long, am Su Long!"

Lin Tiansheng understood, his expression calm, and said, "I know."

“Officer Lin is a smart man. I hope we can have tea together sometime,” Su Long suggested. Lin Tiansheng, however, remained indifferent: “We’ll see.”

Su Long nodded: "Okay."

Mongkok.

Several off-duty employees from West Kowloon's O Kee Group walked into Ren Yi Tea House and called out loudly, "Uncle Shen, a pot of chrysanthemum pu-erh tea, please." "Coming right up."

Uncle Shen, dressed in a kitchen skirt, stood guard in front of the stove. He called out and picked up a forged iron kettle, placing it on the plainclothes police officer's table: "Sir, enjoy your drink."

Inside the teahouse, a row of more than a dozen coal stoves were burning, each with a pot of tea on it.

At the entrance of the teahouse, there is a wooden sign that reads: "Public welfare activity, disciplined troops and sanitation workers can drink tea for free."

Although there are very few firefighters, customs officers, and marine police officers at the entrance, and even fewer from the ICAC or the Flying Service, occasionally staff from the Immigration Department and Detention Center who live nearby come in for tea.

Most of the people who came to the door were from the Kowloon District Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), serious crimes units, and military uniforms, as well as some familiar sanitation workers.

The teas are all of excellent quality, including Chrysanthemum Pu'er, Phoenix Dancong, Tieguanyin, and Ya Shi Xiang. They don't make money from selling tea at all; it's just a place for the West Kowloon workers to cool off, chat, and pass the time after work.

Gradually, many unmarried police officers would come to the teahouse to play cards after work.

Uncle Shen was in charge of managing the teahouse, so he was busy with a group of regular customers in the evening, while during the day he only saw people in military uniforms passing by.

"He who takes a man's money is bound to him, and he who eats his food is bound to him." Uncle Shen, who used to work at the teahouse, was highly respected by the brothers. Sometimes, when they ordered tea, snacks, or roast meats, Uncle Shen would give them away for free. As long as the accounts didn't show a loss each month, the officers would never check the books.

At that moment, a Mercedes-Benz pulled up at the entrance, and Lin Tiansheng led his four sergeants across the threshold. The waiters sitting in the lobby on the first floor immediately stopped talking and stood up, respectfully greeting, "Inspector Lin."

"Young Master Sheng."

Lin Tiansheng nodded slightly, waved to the crowd, and stepped onto the wooden stairs to go up to the second floor.

Qiao Jingxing, Pu Yongshi, and Huang Qixian sat by the window, playing cards. Uncle Shen, dressed in a brown long gown and wearing a square hat, held a tray under his arm and bowed, saying, "Mr. Lin."

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Shen," Lin Tiansheng greeted him.

Uncle Shen smiled warmly and said gently, "When people get old, having a job makes them happy, not tired. What would you like to eat, Mr. Lin? I'm just about to go to the kitchen."

Lin Tiansheng's gaze fell on the square table laden with tea and snacks, and he slowly shook his head: "No need."

"Where are the four officers?" Uncle Shen didn't overlook Zhang Jinrong and the others. All three shook their heads, but Yunzai accurately named the dish: "Let's have a plate of honeycomb tripe."

"No problem, just a moment." Uncle Shen smiled as he went downstairs.

Qiao Jingxing threw down his cards and said, "Ah Sheng, well done. I've spoken with the Commissioner of Police in Wan Chai, and the position of Senior Inspector of the Wan Chai Organized Crime and Triad Bureau will be filled by one of our people."

“Let my colleague Ah Le from the Criminal Investigation Department go instead.”

Lin Tiansheng moved a chair and sat down at the table: "How much?"

“The Wan Chai Commissioner thinks that Tong Anze and his gang are too useless, so he didn’t take my money, but he hopes to resolve the Wan Chai issue quickly,” Qiao Jingxing said.

Lin Tiansheng nodded: "Su Long contacted me. It seems he's determined to take over the Wan Chai branch."

"What do you plan to do with Su Long?" Qiao Jingxing put away the playing cards, his eyes serious. Lin Tiansheng said, "I don't want Su Long to have it too easy."

Huang Qixian seemed to be deep in thought, and slowly said, "Su Long is very powerful. After touring Guangdong Province, the Four-Eyed Dragon actually went to Beijing and is still discussing investment."

"Looks like I'm being taken advantage of and going to bleed a lot."

(End of this chapter)