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

Chapter 160 Medals Before the Tombstone (23)

The next day, morning.

Su Long, Axe Jun, Xiang Qiang, and the others were released from the police station after paying bail. Afterwards, the names "Jingyi" and "Yiqun" reappeared in the underworld.

Among them, Jingyi was led by Su Long and was based in Yau Tsim Mong, while Yiqun was led by Fu Tou Jun and developed in Kowloon City, Tuen Mun and Kwun Tong.

Anyone who's been in the business knows that back in the day, Sun Kee became the largest triad by annexing Yi Kwan and King Yee. Now, with King Yee and Yi Kwan splitting off, it foreshadows Sun Kee's decline.

Last night's battle on Nathan Road was a massive and far-reaching event. Police Commissioner Han Yi-li held a press conference to announce the results, the most shocking news for the public being the killing of New District Police chief "Four-Eyes Taki."

Even the head of the New Triad couldn't escape death, severely deterring the underworld scoundrels. It showed them that the police, if they wanted to, had the power to take down any triad.

This case is considered the largest triad case since the 1980s. The explanation given to the public was substantial enough that, despite the road closures and bombings, it was mostly praised and received widespread approval from the public.

West Kowloon, police station.

In the conference room.

Commissioner Mark, dressed in a suit, gathered all the officers involved in the operation to commend them. Compared to other districts, West Kowloon's performance in dismantling the New Journalists Association was outstanding, and even Mark received a verbal commendation from the Deputy Commissioner.

As the district commander, I naturally have to show more care for the hardworking guys.

After a brief meeting, he walked up to Lin Tiansheng and encouraged him, "Lin sir, the operation was excellent. Whether it was the frontline fighting or the cleanup, the higher-ups are very satisfied."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!" Lin Tiansheng stamped his foot and saluted respectfully. Mark nodded in satisfaction, put his arm around Lin's shoulder, and said, "William sir will report your merits on your behalf. The rank of Senior Inspector will be issued soon. West Kowloon Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, keep a good eye on things from now on, and don't let me down."

"Yes, sir!" Lin Tiansheng saluted again and answered loudly, his eyes revealing his excitement.

"You all have your work to do. We're going to the headquarters this afternoon for the medal presentation. Remember to wear your uniforms." Mark glanced at the people in the conference room—T-shirts, shirts, jeans, stubble-covered faces, and haggard expressions—and frowned. He admonished, "Gentlemen, colleagues, do you understand?"

"Understood, sir." Hou Canxing, Chen Sheng, He Jiawei, Chen Anquan, and others called out. After the director left, Hou Canxing was the first to approach and congratulated him, "Congratulations, sir."

"Senior Inspector, now it's perfectly legitimate to manage O-level agents."

After talking with Su Long and the others last night, Lin Tiansheng received a hint from Superintendent William. He wasn't surprised by the promotion, even though his probationary period as an inspector still had two months to go.

However, exceptional promotions within the operations department are not uncommon. As long as they can withstand the test, even semi-retired individuals can be brought back to become the "number one" and the "decision-maker."
"Martial arts school governing Hong Kong" and "technology governing the country" both work. "Police cracking down on triads" seems like a joke, but his bloody battle with "Four-Eyes Taki" shows that he is not under the command of the North and will naturally be trusted by the foreigners. This great achievement, combined with his many years of seniority, and his promotion by skipping the probationary period, is not exactly shocking.

After his promotion, it was only natural that he would take charge of the West Kowloon Organisation (ODI).

"Don't laugh too soon, let's talk after the appointments are done," Lin Tiansheng said with a smile. Chen Anquan teased, "I know, the big boss doesn't want to treat us yet."

"You worked hard all night yesterday and you still haven't eaten?" Deng Gengyun glared.

“Inspector Lin isn’t treating, let the Commissioner of Police do it.” “Please, order whatever you want to eat, I’ll pay.” Lin Tiansheng watched his brothers smoking and chatting, in high spirits, patted Shi Zhanpeng on the arm, and shouted to everyone: “Remember what the Commissioner said, change into your uniforms this afternoon, we’re taking pictures.”

"receive."

After finishing his paperwork, he handed over the delinquents in the detention room to the correctional officers. The teahouse deliveryman came to the police station and delivered the styrofoam boxes full of boxed lunches to the uniformed officers, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), and the Major Crimes Unit.

At 1:30 p.m., the officers on the commendation list drove to headquarters.

In front of the Wai Kin Building, Hung Po-lin, wearing a bodycon skirt and an ID around her neck, stepped forward to welcome him, shook hands, and joked, "Inspector Lam is such a big shot, arriving last."

Lin Tiansheng retorted, "Why did you come so early? To play around with me in the office?"

Hong Baolian raised her eyebrows and lowered her voice: "If you're interested, we can schedule a time."

“Sorry, Madam, I’m not used to lying on the ground. If you want to change positions, I can consider it.” Lin Tiansheng leaned closer and teased her.

"You bastard, let's go, Brother Yi is here." Hong Baolian said coquettishly, walking towards the elevator in her high heels.

The group took the elevator to the media room on the second floor, where the entrance was already filled with PTU (Police Tactical Unit) officers from East Kowloon. All the officers of the inspector rank and above from the departments that participated in the operation last night were on the commendation list, along with several sergeants who had performed outstandingly and bravely in action.

Police Chief Han Yili, dressed in his police uniform, sat cross-legged on a sofa, chatting with several foreigners. Among them were Superintendent William from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and Superintendent Milan from the Public Relations Department.

Led by Madam, the officers entered the auditorium and took their seats. Public relations staff stood along the walls on both sides, holding cameras and taking photos.

Then the Commissioner of Police, accompanied by William and Milan, entered the hall, ascended the platform, and awarded medals to the officers.

The first name listed is Chief Inspector Henry of the West Kowloon Operations Branch; the second is PTU Superintendent Wilson; the third is Pi Chi-pong; and only the fourth name is Lam Tin-shing.
But when Lin Tiansheng stood up, the applause in the room was the most enthusiastic, and even Han Yili couldn't help but look at the Chinese police officer in front of him with higher regard. He took out a bronze medal of bravery from the tray of the hostess, pinned it on Lin Tiansheng's chest, and encouraged him: "The police force needs talents like you. Keep up the good work and contribute to the welfare of the police force."

"Thank you, sir." Lin Tiansheng saluted in thanks, then turned to face the audience, head held high, chest puffed out, looking dashing and heroic.

After the medal ceremony, instead of returning to the police station, the group took a bus to the Chinese Permanent Cemetery to hold a funeral for the police officers who died the previous night and pay their respects.

However, the Commissioner of Police and other superintendents, including William, did not attend; the highest-ranking officers present were only Chief Inspectors Henry and Pi Chi-pong.

He Li's young and handsome face has become a relief on his tombstone. Aside from the weeping of his family, there were gun salutes, and his comrades removed their hats and bowed deeply.

Unsurprisingly, Ali, in a moment of fervor yesterday, was determined to achieve a great feat by driving his motorcycle into Four-Eyed Dragon's Bentley. As he wished, a gilded medal of bravery lay amidst flowers, and his comrades who came to pay their respects were all awarded medals, their merits now etched on their chests.

Beneath the dazzling badges are rows of black and white photographs, showing grayed-out faces.

After the funeral, Lin Tiansheng paid his respects to the family, turned to leave, and resolutely put on his hat. He believed that Acong would never regret his actions—honor was forged in blood.

(End of this chapter)