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

Chapter 89 The Heist of 65 Kilograms of Gold in West Kowloon (24)

After weighing the strength of the remaining party members, the first step was to reject the idea of ​​sending the evidence to the internal investigation department. Using "Huang Qixian" as a sacrifice to bring down a senior inspector would be too wasteful.

Secondly, giving up Lian's business is not an option; everyone at Lian's side is completely subservient to the foreigners. Handing over the bottom line might avoid any trouble at all.

There's only one way: expose the bottom line through a case, letting the foreigners choose who to dismiss and who to let go of. Compared to the image of the police force, a senior inspector is far too insignificant. No matter how determined the foreigners are to uncover a specific location, Jess will inevitably lose his job.

The dirty work definitely needs to be handled by the black gloves. Instructor Tian and his gang of local Hong Kong thugs, once used, were readily reused. The key is how to control them and make them obedient.
Lin Tiansheng knew all too well that climbing the ladder required having allies. Giving up worthwhile benefits openly was, in the long run, beneficial and without drawbacks.

Wing Hing Building, Kowloon City.

Inside the Peninsula Hotel's tea room, One-Eyed Hui saw off the chicken head and returned to the boss, his expression playful: "Tian sir, Young Master Sheng is asking me to do something for him again, isn't he?"

Tian Haishan put down the slip of paper with the address written on it and said with a smile, "Last time we went to the New Territories to kidnap someone, the brothers were clean and efficient, without a single problem, saving him a lot of trouble. It would be strange if we weren't used; someone always has to do the dirty work."

Ajiu, wearing a flight jacket, hands in his pockets, looked wary: "Be careful of those bastards who will betray you after you've served your purpose."

Tian Haishan laughed and said, "When you're in the business, it's all about who has the best skills. A gold-making factory should have at least several million Hong Kong dollars in stock."

"Young Master Sheng didn't accept a single penny, only lost a set of account books. How could I not help? I passed by Garden Street the other day, and the signboard of Zhongyi Teahouse was back up. There were also waiters cleaning the lobby and serving some casual customers."

A-Jiu looked surprised: "The old brand is back?"

They used to be regulars at the teahouse, and guests of honor for the detectives.

Tian Haishan nodded: "Yes, but they changed to a new signboard. I heard it was written by Lin Tiansheng, a novice. Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness; eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking. Heh, what a fine Five Poisons Detective!"

"If there's money to be made, why not? If Young Master Sheng can deliver on those five words, I don't mind doing a few more dirty jobs. And I have to do it perfectly, otherwise, how can I live off them for a lifetime?"

He didn't even need to investigate to know that the owner behind the gold factory was definitely a political enemy of the corrupt police gang. Secret accounts are only useful when it comes to arresting people; otherwise, they're worthless.

There are two ways to kill corrupt cops: one is to cooperate honestly and do things for money, and the other is to turn your back on them and devour them whole.

If Lin Tiansheng were always so "fair" in feeding them, then Tian Haishan would be happy to be the black glove. The old instructors, including Ajiu, had a fondness for the teahouse, and upon hearing that it had reopened under a new sign, they seemed much happier, laughing and saying, "Can we eat like this forever?"

“However, it doesn’t cost a penny. Just help me get the ledger, and the police will clean up the mess. It’s a rare and good job. I’ll get my comrades to do it right away, and I’ll make sure Young Master Sheng is satisfied.” Ah Jiu was a man of action and immediately turned and left.

Unless the circumstances were exceptional, corrupt cops wouldn't target such an obvious gold-farming company. But since someone was backing them up, it would be a waste not to pull off a heist.

According to the gold-making factory's operating hours, gold materials are delivered to the factory in the morning, and the goods are shipped out in the afternoon. The safe is locked at night.

To grab the most gold, you need to make your move at 2 PM.

Ye Jiu stared at his watch, sitting in the van. The hands were at 1:30. He put on a black hood, picked up his AK47, and said loudly, "Get to work."

"Yes, sir." The corrupt cops hadn't changed their quirks, and their actions still carried the habits of the police force. Two of them opened the car door, stood guard at the entrance, and swaggered in with their guns raised in alert. The other ten officers quickly jumped out of the van.

A group of masked robbers jumped out of two cars and sped into the Fuheng Industrial Building on Heyuan East Street, much to the astonishment of passersby.

Three security guards at the entrance of Xinxinxing Factory, having just finished lunch and feeling sleepy, were sitting in folding chairs reading magazines when a group of robbers armed with assault rifles appeared. In their stunned silence, several gunshots rang out, the bullets accurately piercing the thighs. "Ah!"

"Don't kill me!" The three security guards fell to the ground, clutching their wounds and screaming in pain. Ye Jiu made a hand gesture, and a six-man squad entered the house first, firing a burst of bullets at the security guards who rushed towards them with guns raised.

Da da da.

Da da da.

The bullet shattered the glass and struck the metalworking equipment, producing sounds that were either soft or loud.

Ye Jiu raised his eyes and gestured slightly, and the people at the rear began to enter the house.

The gold-making factory has more than 20 masters, plus general laborers and more than a dozen apprentices, and is equipped with eight armed security guards, making it a heavily guarded place.

After all, in Hong Kong, even gang robberies depend on their background. Even the most audacious gangsters from Guangdong and Hong Kong wouldn't rob factories owned by foreigners.

After taking control of the situation, Ye Jiu grabbed a manager wearing a shirt and glasses, slammed him against the workbench, pulled out a pistol from his trouser leg, pointed it at his head, and roared, "Where are the ledgers!"

"Room, room." The steward refused outright, pointing instead to the office.

Without being ordered, the other corrupt police officers had already swept up the goods on the counter, stuffing finished products and raw materials into their backpacks. The two rushed into the office, pulled out a pile of documents, and hastily identified them by their covers.

Ye Jiu received a fake ledger, flipped through it, and sneered, "There was no such batch of goods delivered this morning. You fucking lied to me?"

"boom."

A shot to the forehead, head blown off.

As he turned to drag out another unfortunate soul, the next man in the shirt was already trembling with fear. He pulled out a key and shouted, "The ledger is in the safe, the key is here, here!"

"Go open it."

A minute later, Ye Jiu successfully retrieved the ledger, rolled it into his backpack, and said, "Get out of here!"

Lacking the greed and belligerence of the Hong Kong and Guangdong police, all the corrupt officers immediately stopped their operations upon receiving the order and hurriedly fled with their belongings as planned.

Only when the robbers were out of sight did the factory workers dare to stand up shakily and pick up the phone to call the police.

"Hello, police station, someone has broken into a gold mining factory and robbed us!"

Lin Tiansheng was lounging in his office, casually flipping through files to learn about the local gangs, pretending to be very busy.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed downstairs, and the veteran policeman knew immediately that a major case had occurred.

Ah Du quickly gathered the information and returned to his office, whispering, "Inspector Lin, there's been a major case in West Kowloon. A gold factory was robbed, and 65 kilograms of gold, worth over 13 million Hong Kong dollars, was stolen."

(End of this chapter)