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

Chapter 54 Justice Lies Only in the Blade (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Tickets)
"Inspector Lin, you're so handsome."

"He's the person featured on the cover, how about we treat him to dinner?"

"Sharp, he was transferred to the Major Crimes Unit for only two months and was featured in the Police News."

Thursday morning, the Major Crimes Unit's office area.

The team members who watched the "Police Report" program last night went up to Inspector Lam as soon as they started work and started joking around.

Gao Zicong, munching on a pineapple bun, pulled out the latest issue of "Police Bulletin" magazine from the newspapers in the corner. Pointing to the figure on the cover—wearing a military uniform, exuding an air of authority, and posing with a gun raised in a gesture of sternness—he flattered, "Boss, you're so photogenic! Do you still want to work? You should become a model!"

Lin Tiansheng's face lit up with joy, and he was happy inside, but he said modestly, "My demeanor is eight-tenths due to my military uniform. Without the uniform, I'm nothing."

"Um, I'll treat everyone to roast goose and char siu rice for lunch, is that okay?"

Chen Sheng, Jiang Zhikai, Li Weihao, and their men all cheered loudly: "Thank you, Inspector Lin."

"Mr. Lin is very generous."

"Officer Lin, I won't stand on ceremony."

Lin Tiansheng took the magazine from Gao Zicong, slapped him on the forehead, and scolded him, "You're in charge of ordering takeout. Remember to add goose legs for the three assistants."

"Received, will assist."

Gao Zicong scratched his head, sounding aggrieved, but gave He Li and Lao Ma a sly smile. The big boss never checks the bill when he pays; surely the three henchmen can eat the goose leg while the brothers eat the goose tail?
It's definitely a goose leg for everyone.

At lunchtime, Lin Tiansheng, carrying a takeout order, knocked on the door of the Senior Inspector's office and saluted, "Brother Pi, roast goose and char siu rice."

"Hey, Young Master Sheng, you still remember me?" Pi Zhibang closed his pen, sat down in his chair, and looked pleased. "I was too busy and forgot to order. Here you go."

"Brother Pi, iced cola, take your time eating." Lin Tiansheng took a can of drink out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Pi Zhibang broke open the cap, took a sip, and said with a sigh, "It wasn't for nothing that I helped you. Bring your food in and we can eat together, and chat a bit while we're at it."

Lin Tiansheng went outside and brought in a set meal. The two sat at the desk and ate together. Pi Zhibang sucked on a goose leg, skin and meat included, oil dripping from the corner of his mouth, and swallowed, saying, "The case was handled well, and everything went smoothly. The deputy director was beaming after the press conference, and Qiao Sir's words carried weight. They transferred another smuggling case to West Kowloon."

“Unlike last time, in this case, the Deng family is the mastermind behind it all.”

The New Territories and Shenzhen are connected by land. For the local tyrants, the biggest source of wealth is not selling land, but smuggling.

Land was, after all, the lifeblood of the local gentry, and in the 1980s, land prices in the New Territories were low. Savvy people knew to target the domestic market, resell goods, and earn exorbitant profits.

Lin Tiansheng asked, "What kind of goods are you transporting?"

Pi Zhibang said, "We make all kinds of household appliances, including refrigerators, air conditioners, washing machines, radios, and televisions. Although everyone says the mainland is poor, there are rich people even in the poorest places, so the market is not small."

"According to the investigation, five to six million worth of goods are imported into the country every month. That's a big case."

Lin Tiansheng raised an eyebrow and asked, "A lot of police officers make a living from this line, right?"

"They're mainly from Customs and the New Territories North Police District; they have nothing to do with us. Let's take them down!"

Pi Zhibang put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and looked disdainful.

Lin Tiansheng nodded slightly: "I want to investigate secretly, so as not to alert the enemy and cause trouble for Robin's gang in East Kowloon."

Pi Zhibang looked at him in surprise: "Inspector Huang has already applied for a case to be filed and to conduct an internal investigation into Ji Zhengjie. Once Ji Zhengjie is taken down, Robin will be just a matter of time."

"I'll head out now. Whatever the case files are, please." Lin Tiansheng packed the bag. Pi Zhibang pointed to the table: "Take the top one yourself." "Okay."

Lin Tiansheng casually tucked the document under his arm, picked up two garbage bags in his hands, and returned to the office area to throw them into a styrofoam box.

"Brother Sheng, another case?"

Ma Delong glanced over, his eyes wide with surprise; one major case after another. Zhang Jinrong leaned against the window with one hand, sipping his drink, and said, "The capable are always given more work."

"Take a look, another smuggling case." Lin Tiansheng threw the case file on the table, and Ma Delong, full of energy, picked it up and started flipping through it.

Lin Tiansheng moved a chair aside, opened his cigarette pack, offered cigarettes to the guy in front of him, and said some good news: "Inspector Pi just said that next month, Lao Ma will be promoted to sergeant."

Ma Delong paused for two seconds, then stood up and said, "Thank you, sir."

Deng Gengyun and Zhang Jinrong, both senior sergeants, glanced at it without any expression. He Li and the other low-ranking officers, however, were overjoyed: "Congratulations, Officer Ma!"

Ma Delong's promotion was only one level, but his monthly salary increase was substantial. With a few more years of experience, he could easily become a senior police sergeant.

"It's all thanks to Inspector Lin's help."

He said it from the bottom of his heart.

Working under Inspector Lin brings rewards; your efforts won't be in vain. Although I'm just a sergeant, it feels like promotion to inspector is just around the corner.

"Let's talk about the case." Lin Tiansheng tapped the table, exhaling smoke with his colleague as they analyzed how to approach the smuggling case. There were two significant differences between electronics and arms smuggling cases. First, arms smuggling relied on maritime freight, with each shipment being extremely valuable, while electronics smuggling used land routes, selling goods from Japan and Taiwan to the mainland. Second, arms smuggling involved fewer police officers, often just a few customs officials who quietly acted as lookouts, afraid to even make phone calls, let alone show their faces.

Electronic smuggling involves numerous customs officials and police officers at various levels, including just a few ports of entry. Open investigations would face significant resistance, while covert investigations would be cumbersome and time-consuming.

Furthermore, this case was initiated based on a tip-off.

There wasn't a single substantial clue.

The whistleblower is Xi Mingle, a former customs officer at the Luohu Port. He was recently investigated by the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) for embezzlement and bribery and has been sentenced to three years in prison.

Liu Yida put down the file and grinned, "Are you kidding me? The person who reported customs corruption got imprisoned in Stanley for corruption?"

Zhang Jinrong rolled his eyes: "Young man, is this your first time in the game? Everyone else is making money, and if you don't, it's a crime worse than murder."

"Customs showed leniency, finding a pretext to send him to Stanley. Back in the Criminal Investigation Department, they would hang him up and beat him until you took money, until he died."

Liu Yida swallowed hard, his voice trembling with fear, and asked, "Are there really people who would rather die than accept money?"

"Have."

"There's more than one."

There is always some justice in the world, but evil cannot prevail over good. It is something to be heard, not done. Lin Tiansheng felt a pang of sympathy and put down the case: "Arong, go to Stanley and see Xi Mingle. Get the list from him and follow the clues to investigate them one by one."

"Understood." Zhang Jinrong took a sip of water, knowing all too well what Xi Mingle wanted—nothing more than justice.

There is no Bao Qingtian, but corrupt police officers are drawing knives and killing people!
Justice will be found only in the sword.

(End of this chapter)