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

Chapter 152 Killing Another Son (13)

Inside the venue, the lights were dim, the music was blasting, and a hundred men and women were swaying and rubbing against each other in the dance floor, without a trace of beauty.

Three corrupt police officers entered side by side, ignoring the bartenders in short skirts and heavy makeup. They then walked around the crowd to the bar and ordered a bottle of whiskey from the bartender.

In the VIP booth on the left, Fenzi Cheng sat with his legs crossed, his arm around a beautiful woman with long hair, his face arrogant and his behavior extremely swaggering.

Several young men dressed in suits and head-to-toe in designer brands sat around, their faces full of obsequious flattery and sycophancy.

Twelve new bodyguards, guns at their waists and wearing headsets, stood solemnly by the chairs, scrutinizing every passerby.

A middle-aged, corrupt cop with a square face, a short nose, and large ears leaned against the counter, raised his glass, glanced at the VIP area, and jokingly said, "Three against twelve, huh, Brother Hui? How about we be Sylvester Stallone tonight?"

One-Eyed Hui swallowed half a glass of whiskey, felt his heart burning, and was overcome with drunkenness. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes as he agreed, "Okay, you be Stallone, he'll be Bruce Lee, and I'll be Jackie Chan."

“Three against twelve, no problem, get to work.” One-Eyed Hui lowered his glass, pushed it toward the bartender, and turned to walk toward the VIP booth.

Although outnumbered and possessing a handgun, Xiang Zhancheng, after becoming the new leader, always had bodyguards with him, valuing safety highly. There was no easy time; upon closer examination, the chaotic environment of the nightclub, with its many people and suspicious eyes, presented a good opportunity worth taking the risk for.

A simple action plan quickly formed in One-Eyed Hui's mind. After a brief discussion with his two brothers, the experienced corrupt police officers put it into action.

First, a corrupt policeman went to the restroom, lit a tissue with a lighter, and smothered it in the trash can. Once the flames had grown large, he suddenly rushed out and threw it onto the dance floor.

The henchmen guarding the venue were too late to stop it. Black smoke billowed out, startling the guests who screamed and scattered in all directions.

Secondly, One-Eyed Hui shook his head, sniffed, and pretended to be a fellow Daoist. He walked to the VIP booth, spread his hands towards the suit-clad bodyguard, and said, "Brother, do you have any goods?"

The bodyguard from Xinji looked displeased and said coldly, "Get out of my way."

"Damn it, if you're not selling anything, what kind of nightclub are you running?" One-Eyed Hui cursed, pulled out a few Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, slapped them on his bodyguard, glanced at Pinky Cheng in the booth, and said, "Sucking alone, buddy? I'm not short of money, I won't let you lose money."

The bodyguard, hands in his pockets, lifted his shirt to reveal the gun handle at his waist, and asked with his head held high, "Want some bullets?"

"I'm taking this seriously?" One-Eyed Hui looked horrified, as if he'd seen a ghost, and backed away. Just then, the burning trash can fell onto the dance floor. The bodyguards around him suddenly changed color and reached for their guns. One-Eyed Hui, who had just taken two steps back, flung aside his butterfly knife, suddenly leaped up, grabbed a bodyguard by the neck, and delivered a fatal throat slit before retreating into the crowd.

Before he could react, the bodyguard clutched his neck, stumbled, and fell in front of a table.

The chaos intensified, and the remaining gunmen, terrified, raised their guns forward and pulled the triggers at the crowd: "Bang, bang, bang!"

Gunshots rang out, followed by screams. Several guests were shot and fell to the ground, their cries echoing throughout the room. The bodyguards retreated behind the table, two of them pulling Fenzi Cheng to his feet and protecting him.

Fanzi Cheng, however, was engrossed in his drug use. Breaking free from his bodyguards, he arrogantly shouted, "What the hell are you doing? You're afraid of your own turf? If someone dares to intrude, just kill them!!!"

"Turn on the lights and find him!" The bodyguards looked helpless. Gunmen stood at the door, and a large number of new police gunmen surged into the corridor.

At this moment, One-Eyed Hui had already run up to the second floor, looking down at Pinky Cheng in the booth and firing a shot.

Hey, hey, hey.

Seven shots fired in quick succession.

Two shots hit the bodyguard, one missed, and the remaining four all pierced Fen Zai Cheng's chest with pinpoint accuracy. "Young Master Cheng."

"Xiang Sheng."

The bodyguards were terrified, their faces ashen, just as the lights came on, illuminating the second floor.

"The person is upstairs."

"Kill him!"

The bodyguards all raised their guns and fired towards the second floor, while the remaining New Detective thugs turned around and rushed towards the stairs with their knives. One-Eyed Hui was momentarily blinded by the light and lost his focus for a moment. A stray bullet struck his thigh, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The remaining two corrupt cops, who were about to assist, were helpless upon seeing the situation. They exchanged a glance, turned, and fled into the flow of passengers. Decisiveness was key; after being dismissed, these corrupt cops became professional hitmen, and more than once, some of their men had been killed. They always tried to save someone if possible, and if not, they would decisively retreat—better to have one die than three.

One-Eyed Hui, dragging his battered right leg, knew he was doomed. He moved slowly, trying to hide in the bathroom to buy his brothers more time.

Before he could move more than a few meters, the knife-wielders swarmed over. The leader, without hesitation, slashed down with his knife, instantly slicing open One-Eyed Hui's chest.

"Damn it, drag him in and chop him into a pulp." The knife-wielder was furious, and his henchmen were even more bloodthirsty. They grabbed One-Eyed Hui by the legs and dragged him into the toilet. More than ten people surrounded him and slashed him, each blow aimed at vital points.

What a joke! If the gang leader dies on his own turf, they'll forget about getting promoted; they'll all be facing internal punishment, like having their arms and legs broken!

Fear of his future fate transformed into anger, which was poured out on One-Eyed Hui. Before long, there wasn't even a piece of good flesh left.

The last of the three corrupt cops hid in the kitchen and was responsible for calling for police backup. They didn't think they could escape safely after killing Fanzi Cheng; the best way was to hide in the room and wait for the police to take control of the scene before making a safe escape.

Furthermore, following the shooting, numerous guests called the police, and the riot police, uniformed police, serious crimes unit, and Organized Crime and Triad Bureau all responded quickly.

The first batch of police officers arrived at the scene within five minutes and were responsible for evacuating the crowd. Within ten minutes, the riot police, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), and the Major Crimes Unit arrived, with more than 30 officers armed with guns. They entered the scene, arrested the gunman and his henchmen of the New Star Police Station, and carried out several dead bodies.

Zhang Jinrong happened to be the duty inspector of the Serious Crimes Unit. Upon learning of Fen Zai Cheng's death, he was slightly pleased and took out his phone to report to his boss.

Upon seeing One-Eyed Hui's corpse, even with his extensive experience in solving cases and deep knowledge of the underworld, he couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Several young police officers squatted on the ground, cursing and vomiting.

"Damn it, they're inhuman."

"Damn, chopping it up like that, aren't you afraid it'll turn you into a ghost?!"

Upon learning of the victim's horrific condition, the other officers all turned their gaze away, not wanting to invite further trouble, and dared not even glance at him.

Lin Jiang, who was not young and was used to going to bed early, was already in bed when he was suddenly awakened by a phone call from his student Li Zhiqiang. Sensing something was wrong, he asked, "What is it?"

"Uncle Jiang, Young Master Cheng has been beaten to death in a bar!" Li Zhiqiang roared loudly. Lin Jiang froze on the bed, and after a long while, he roared, "Who killed him? Who killed him!"

　After taking the cephalosporin and resting for half a day, I felt much better and wrote a chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)