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

Chapter 57 Two-Time Champion, Rookie Chicken Head (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)
When a professional hitman is exposed, the best option is to flee overseas, wait for the police to stop the investigation, and then return to Hong Kong under a different identity.

As long as they stay on Hong Kong Island, they will eventually be tracked down.

This time, the intelligence department acted quickly; the paparazzi sent back the address in just two days.

At noon, Zhang Jinrong put down the clue, opened the bottle cap, took a sip of wine, and said with a wary expression, "Boss, the person is hiding on the fish rafts at the Saigon seafood farm."

"New photos taken by the paparazzi."

Lin Tiansheng picked up the photo, glanced at it, and sneered, "Still in the mood to fish, waiting for me to take the bait?"

"Are you in or not?" Zhang Jinrong asked.

Lin Tiansheng said with a serious expression: "This case is weighing on our shoulders. If we don't do it, we'll be a hindrance for more than ten years, and it will be difficult for us to get promoted."

"Report, collect your gear, and meet the 'Gun King'!"

"Yes, sir." Ma Delong stood up abruptly, saluted, and ran quickly toward the equipment section.

There is a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to guard against thieves.

Assuming the Tang family collaborated with East Kowloon to orchestrate a scheme, they would have to attend the "Feast at Hongmen" if they wanted to rise to power. Unfortunately, they lacked the authority to mobilize mobile troops to block them.

The case is still under investigation, and given his position as a trainee inspector, he can at most take a small team out. Taking too many people out would not only alert the suspects but also require submitting a report.

However, he had already applied in advance to temporarily transfer Sergeant Chen Anquan from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau. A phone call later, five minutes later, Chen Anquan, wearing a white shirt, a gun at his waist, and a cigarette dangling from his lips, entered the Major Crimes Unit and nodded, saying, "Boss."

Lin Tiansheng handed over the photo and said, "Ah Quan, take a look at the face, it's the Gun King."

"call."

Chen Anquan spat out a fog arrow, picked up the photo, held it up to the sunlight, squinted, and said, "Yao Feiyu, former detective of Mong Kok District, champion of the 8th Police Shooting Competition."

"acquaintance?"

Lin Tiansheng raised an eyebrow, surprised. Ma Delong, holding a report, stood to the side, listening to the gossip. Chen Anquan said, "He's my senior from the police academy; we used to play with guns together."

Gao Zicong asked in surprise, "Inspector Chen, you can still recognize him even though he's wearing a hat and you can't see his face?"

These days, there's no such thing as facial recognition. Chen Anquan glanced at him and warned, "Every photo has a hat on, no clear view of the face, they're deliberately showing themselves to the paparazzi."

"The location is a fish farm? The environment is bumpy and the roads are complicated, making it easy to escape. The firefight between the two sides will be a great test of shooting skills. There are also fishermen and boat people who cannot use heavy weapons. I suggest you wear two bulletproof vests."

Lin Tiansheng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Go to the gun room to get your equipment. Go to Sai Kung and chat with Yao Sir. You're the Gun King, right? I've got the O-Team Gun King title with me. Let's see if the eighth champion is still sharp, or if the ninth champion is more impressive."

When two champions meet, one is the rookie who got shot, and the other is the champion chicken head. It's just a matter of one bullet.

Chen Anquan shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It seems that Yao Sir is also short of money after leaving the police force."

As Hong Kong Island is a gun-free zone, notorious professional killers are either former police officers or former soldiers.

Chicken Head and Gun King were actually fellow apprentices; honestly, they're a relic of a bygone era.

However, it's perfectly normal for someone who only knows how to handle guns to spend their whole life handling guns.

In front of the gun room, Lin Tiansheng's entire group wore bulletproof vests and carried only .38 pistols, but they had two bulletproof shields, two M16s, one Big Mouth and one Remington, as well as a number of smoke grenades and hand grenades.

The entire team strode through the corridor, just in time to run into Jiang Zhikai, the assistant from Team D. Jiang Zhikai, holding a mobile phone, stood by the window, turned around, and smiled, "Inspector Lin, another big case?" "Yeah."

Lin Tiansheng casually agreed, rushing to get things done, and didn't chat for long.

Jiang Zhikai watched them leave, then turned back to the phone and whispered, "They've gone."

Saigon, a seafood farming area.

Three plainclothes police cars parked beside the narrow road, and eight heavily armed, badge-wearing, and imposing Major Crimes Unit officers stepped out. The paparazzi, Tam Ka-ming, was in charge of receiving them. He glanced at the bulletproof vests on the eight men, took out a map of the aquaculture area, and circled it: "Inspector Lam, the people are here. They've been fishing all day."

Chen Anquan frowned when he saw the circle drawn at the end of the fish raft: "Is the drawing accurate?"

Tan Jiaming shook his head: "The plan was made five years ago, and every year there has been haphazard construction. The actual fish farm area is much larger than it appears on the blueprints."

Ma Delong retorted indignantly, "What a joke! We're going to fight to the death!"

Lin Tiansheng raised his hand to signal: "Tan sir has done his best. Two people per group, advance in all directions, search along the way, call the coast guard speedboat to stand by, and set off when I call."

"Understood." Tan Jiaming nodded.

"Chicken head, follow me." Lin Tiansheng waved his hand, and his men split into four groups and rushed into the breeding area.

The fish raft passage is made of wooden planks with foam padding underneath to increase buoyancy. It sways and splashes water when you walk on it, making quite a commotion.

Furthermore, the passageways are narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, and speeding could cause them to capsize and fall into the water. Within the densely populated aquaculture area, there are also fishermen's dwellings, warehouses, and even trading markets. Many boats are moored around the area, and the core area offers extremely limited visibility, consisting mainly of water and wooden sheds, essentially a floating shantytown.

After the four groups dispersed, they slowed their pace and searched each fishing hut and wooden shed. No one knew if the criminal had any accomplices, and they had to be careful not to get surrounded.

Tan Jiaming observed the target through binoculars from the shore. He saw the gun king "Yao Feiyu" pick up the pager, glance at it, throw the hook away, and reach for the belt at his waist.

"Inspector Lin, the target is moving; it's moving towards the three o'clock direction."

Lin Tiansheng hadn't even gotten close to the edge of the breeding area yet. Although the signal was unstable, he could still vaguely hear it. He immediately became alert and called out, "Arong, be careful."

As soon as Zhang Jinrong pushed open the door of a wooden house, he turned around abruptly and saw Gao Zicong, who was guarding the door, already firing at the target who had appeared: "Bang, bang, bang!"

The sea breeze howled, and the bullets drifted away to who-knows-where. Gao Zicong was horrified to find that the floating platform beneath his feet had broken its ropes and was drifting further and further away from the fish raft.

"Rong, Brother Rong!" Gao Zicong's limbs went weak, and he was at a loss. Zhang Jinrong suddenly jumped onto a boat, manually pulled the engine, and shouted, "Get on the boat!"

At the same time, Yao Feiyu, holding a dagger, cut off the floating channels in three directions, took off his fisherman's hat and threw it into the sea, revealing his dark chest. He was only wearing a blue pair of shorts, pulled out a Black Star pistol, ejected an empty cartridge, rushed towards Lin Tiansheng's direction, and fired without hesitation: "Bang, bang, bang."

On the empty sea, even the sound of gunfire seemed to fade away.

Assassin
They came solely to kill.

Chen Anquan completely ignored the big shot beside him, nimbly dodged ahead, hid in the wooden shed, and raised his gun to return fire.

Lin Tiansheng walked ahead without any cover, instinctively crawling on the spot, then rolling and falling into the sea with a whoosh. His fingers gripped the rope tightly, and the next moment he struggled to fly back to the shore with splashes of water. Yao Feiyu's pupils widened slightly, astonished by his physical abilities.

Seeing that his boss was unharmed, Chen Anquan rushed out of his cover, emptied a magazine, and began to suppress the enemy with firepower.

Yao Feiyu rolled over and hid inside a fishing boat, then hurriedly slipped into a wooden shed. Behind him, every step he took left a bullet hole, relentlessly pursuing him.

(End of this chapter)