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

Chapter 25 Apologize to My Guy

Pi Zhibang wasn't going to put up with the Indians. He picked at his ear, looking confused. "You curry guy, what's your name again? Annie, Raj, or Gandhi?"

"Oh, it's Nemar, you motherfucker!"

Indian Inspector General Nimar smirked and asked arrogantly, "Henry sir, is this how you train your men?"

“Go ahead and argue if you want, I can’t stop you.” Henry spread his hands and put them on his chest, watching the Chinese and Indians fight.

Don't let his and Nemar's status as both chief inspectors fool you; white people are just a cut above the rest. Every time I see Chinese and Indians fighting, it's more satisfying than watching a pornographic film.

Nimar sneered and glanced around. It wasn't that he had a grudge against Pi Zhibang, but rather that Pi had been vying for credit and power, and his Indian DNA was practically ingrained in him.

Under the caste system, slaves had to compete with each other for resources to survive, and when they sought a living overseas, they had to compete with the locals for positions.

Today, a major case occurred in Mong Kok, and the PTU suffered casualties, yet they didn't get the credit. I had dinner with my fellow villagers tonight; it's embarrassing to even mention it.

“I don’t like to waste time talking. I’ll give you credit for the Major Crimes Unit,” Nimar said.

Hong Kong society has a linguistic characteristic: upper-class Chinese are fluent in English, lower-class foreigners are fluent in Cantonese, and Indians, Nepalese, and other South Asians with official status may or may not speak English, but they will definitely speak Cantonese. It's impossible to survive in society without speaking Cantonese.

Pi Zhibang scoffed, "Fuck you! My buddy risked his life for this achievement, and you want a share of it?"

Just then, Lin Tiansheng, who had just seen off the white car, walked up in a PTU tactical vest and a cigarette in his hand. Under everyone's gaze, he took off the beret from the Indian man's head, threw it on the ground, and said, "Take off your hat and apologize to my buddy."

Nimar was completely unprepared. When his hat was taken away, he was stunned and couldn't move his feet. When the hat hit the ground, anger flashed across his face. He grabbed Lin Tiansheng by the collar and shouted, "Pick up my hat, you bastard, pick up my hat!"

The PTU officers standing guard with guns by the roadside, the busy Major Crimes Unit officers, and even the uniformed officers who were about to go into the building to clean all stopped and turned their gazes upon hearing this.

Lin Tiansheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his face unchanged, blew the cigarette butt into Ah San's face: "Pah, you curry bastard, the gunman that the PTU couldn't handle, I handled."

"To deal with them, one of my men was shot, and another is missing. I pulled out the first target, and I pulled out the second target as well."

"Explain yourself! What do you mean by stealing credit? What do you mean by stealing credit!"

Hearing Lin Tiansheng's hoarse roar, Chen Sheng, Shi Zhanpeng, and other officers from the Major Crimes Unit silently followed and stood behind him.

The Chinese officers in the PTU remained motionless, observing the situation quietly, at the signal of their senior clerk.

Despite the fact that Curry Guy is their superior, the Chinese wouldn't side with him in bullying their colleagues in public. Besides, the credit was indeed earned by several officers from the Serious Crimes Unit, and leaving the last outpost to the PTU demonstrates a tacit understanding on the part of the team.

After all, the PTU initiated the attack first and ended it last. Regardless of the process, the result was at least impressive.

The curry vendor was determined to take all the credit.

That's really going too far.

Seeing that the Major Crimes Unit members were supporting him and that the PTU hadn't moved, Nimar's face was ashen. He stopped worrying about his achievements and stared at Lin Tiansheng, saying, "I'll say it one last time. Pick up your hat."

Lin Tiansheng, hands on his belt, said coldly, "If you won't pick it up, what do you want to do?"

"Okay, I'll remember you. Don't fall into my hands." Nimar sneered, bent down to pick up the hat, held it in his hand, and turned back to say, "You'd better never get promoted, and never come to the Mobile Force."

Watching Ah San turn and leave, Chen Sheng, with a stern face, spoke up: "Damn it, Curry guy, trying to climb to the top by stepping on our corpses?"

Shi Zhanpeng patted him on the shoulder and reminded him, "Lin sir, you did nothing wrong, but you're about to be promoted to assistant officer. Be careful you don't get transferred to the mobile unit."

Given Lin Tiansheng's qualifications, it would be very quick for him to be promoted to assistant inspector after making meritorious contributions. At least until he becomes chief inspector, his qualifications and education are not issues for the time being.

Hearing their conversation, Pi Zhibang stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, there are still more than four years until the PTU rotation, and promotions aren't immediate. Four years from now, it's questionable whether that damn Indian will still be in the Mobile Force. I think he'll end up in Stanley sooner or later."

Although Henry had a new opinion of Lin Tiansheng and hadn't sided with the Indians earlier, he wasn't interested in chatting with him and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Pi Chi-pong, Chan Sing, and others stood at attention and saluted. After returning to West Kowloon, the Serious Crimes Unit members had completely different attitudes towards Lam Tin-sing compared to before they set off.

noon.

Pi Chi-pong, carrying a takeout order from a restaurant, walked into the Chief Inspector's office of the Operations Division and said with a smile, "Henry sir, lunch."

Henry swallowed hard when he saw the premium char siu in the lunchbox, then frowned and said, "Bang, I've been on a diet lately, are you trying to kill me?"

Pi Zhibang took out a glass of iced cola and said obsequiously, "Sir, you took down a group of ruthless bandits this morning and made a big splash. You must have worked very hard. Have something good to eat."

Henry couldn't resist the temptation of the cola, took the cup, and sighed, "You're right, fighting on the front lines consumes a lot of calories."

Are you coming along?

Pi Zhibang sat on the sofa, looking adorable: "I've already eaten, sir."

After the officer had eaten and drunk his fill, Pi Zhibang got up to clean up, lit a Cuban cigar, and offered it to him: "Sir, how do you write an operation report?"

"Should we try to suppress Lin Tiansheng's brilliance?"

Henry leaned back in his chair, instinctively nodding, but quickly shook his head instead: "No, with so many men watching, how can we change it?"

The reason why a meritorious achievement is so valuable is that even superiors cannot touch it.

"Besides, you saw the attitude of the guys when Nimar was here. Lin Tiansheng is aggressive and daring, not someone to be trifled with. If he gets angry, he probably won't give me any face."

Henry felt it was tricky, but surprisingly, he wasn't angry.

Pi Chi-pong said, feigning seriousness, "Based on his records, this merit should have earned him a promotion to probationary inspector. It's not good for a former Chinese detective to be promoted to assistant inspector."

Henry sneered: "There are no more Chinese detectives on Hong Kong Island. What are probationary inspectors? What's the difference between them and sergeants in the Major Crimes Unit?"

"But has the director given any explanation?"

Henry looked at him: "You have an idea?"

Pi Zhibang scratched his head: "I can't possibly be smarter than my superior. We'll stick to the same approach: keep him in the Major Crimes Unit and send him to the most dangerous place."

"Once or twice, if it happens a few more times, he'll die eventually."

Henry looked thoughtful, then suddenly realized: "That way I can explain it to the commissioner. If he doesn't die, hey, I'll be promoted to superintendent. I won't have to give the commissioner face anymore."

A few minutes later, Pi Zhibang, carrying a trash bag, walked out of the office and snapped his fingers: "Plan B successful!"

　The chapter that started at 9 AM yesterday was scheduled for later. I forgot to set a timer yesterday, so I'll stick to the schedule of one chapter at 2 PM and one at 6 PM today. I'll adjust it again tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)