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

Chapter 94 Hitting His Head Like a Ball (34)

Headquarters, Merri Building.

Robin took off his bulletproof vest, revealing a white shirt. He looked travel-worn, but didn't forget to take a tie from the glove compartment in the car and tie it.

Unlike the Weijian Building, which became an auxiliary building housing secondary departments, the Meili Building, completed in 1973, is a 20-story building and is now the main headquarters building. The intelligence section, the narcotics investigation section, the director's office, and other departments are all located in the new main building.

Robin, who was able to rise to the rank of Chief Inspector so quickly after 77 years, was certainly not a fool. On the contrary, he was very good at political opportunism.

With the downfall of the chief detectives, they quickly aligned themselves with the New Territories gentry, leveraging their influence to remain in the police force and climb the ranks.

After Deng went mad, they took the initiative to distance themselves and transitioned quietly.

Relying on a previous acquaintance, he bribed and befriended "Ah Ben," a superintendent in the Narcotics Bureau.

Using his position of authority, he helped several triads distribute goods in East Kowloon and gained acceptance from foreigners.

His repeated speculations honed his ability to read people's minds, making him extremely astute. He felt that since he was now considered one of the foreigners' own, and possessed damaging information, he had room for negotiation.

Robin showed his identification, entered the elevator, and went to the ninth floor. He found a clerk in the office area and said loudly, "I'm from East Kowloon, and I want to see you, sir."

The man nodded slightly. Someone who would shorten "Ah Ben" to "Ben Sir" must be an acquaintance. He then called the office.

After receiving approval, Robin smiled confidently and stepped into an office.

Sitting at his desk, Aben was a middle-aged foreigner with a full beard, a rugged demeanor, and messy hair.

Aside from her high nose bridge and oily face like a pancake, she was holding a bag of potato chips and staring at him with a playful look, saying, "You have the stuff here?"

News of the incident had already reached Aben's ears, and he was eager to know the answer to Robin's abrupt request for a meeting.

Robin's unusual actions aroused the suspicion of the Westerners.

But he remained unfazed, pulling a sheet of paper from his pocket and unfolding it to reveal the detailed transaction records in the ledger: "Sir, are you talking about this?"

Aben took the accounts, glanced at them, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can.

"Go ahead and tell me your conditions."

Robin laughed and said, "We're all on the same side, why talk about conditions? I just want to serve the Governor better and play with you guys."

"Play together?"

Aben sneered: "Do you play golf?"

Robin nodded: "I can learn it."

“OK!” Ah Ben praised loudly, walked up to him with great appreciation, and said in a clear voice, “Tomorrow morning, New Territories Golf Club, I will be waiting for you with three officers from the Superintendent’s Office.”

The interview for promotion to superintendent was jointly decided by three commissioners. Being able to curry favor with a commissioner, even as an assistant commissioner, made Robin extremely excited. He stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, sir!"

"Bring the ledger with you. We'll talk about it slowly tomorrow."

Aben, his eyes deep, saw off the uninvited guest, then turned around, kicked over a chair, and cursed, "FUCK, a yellow-skinned dog like you dares to threaten me?"

That evening, after the police finished their operation, they officially announced to the media that they had cracked the gold-working factory case in West Kowloon. All 65 kilograms of stolen gold were returned to the owner, and a reward of HK$300,000 was offered to the public for information leading to the whereabouts of the robbers.

Elizabeth Hospital.

Lin Tiansheng held an apple, peeled it with a fruit peeler, and twirled it around, saying, "After you're discharged from the hospital, I'll give you a big red envelope."

Bao Zhongren, whose leg had been broken by the men from East Kowloon, was hanging in the air with a cast on, trying to make a joke: "Do you have ten thousand dollars, boss?"

"For good luck, let's say 888," Lin Tiansheng said with a smile, handing the apple to Xian Shi Bao. The day's activities had made the group more familiar with each other; camaraderie was built through countless battles. Everyone had injuries of varying degrees, but Xian Shi Bao was the most seriously injured. The other three didn't need hospitalization and were chatting in their hospital room.

Chen Anquan joked, "Working with Inspector Lin means you're bound to be in a hail of bullets, but you'll also get used to sleeping in hospital beds all the time."

Although Lin Tiansheng did not share any common interests with them, as their superior, he was already in a position to have the upper hand over them, especially since the entire group had been shot in the East Kowloon.

Now, if they don't follow Inspector Lam, they'll be crippled by East Kowloon sooner or later. Remember, violence can win people over, but only if your fists are strong enough.

A-Du was completely subdued after being beaten, and stood by smiling obsequiously.

Lin Tiansheng was not one to resort to force alone. He promised, "After a while, once the street businesses in Mong Kok are sorted out, you'll benefit from it."

Promotion is not an immediate possibility, but managing a local organization offers numerous ways to make money. There's no need to take bribes; simply cleaning up the pirated goods stalls and having relatives and friends collect rent adds up to a considerable sum over time.

Salty abalone quickly said, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

"Thank you, Officer Lin."

Several people opened their mouths to express their gratitude.

The television was broadcasting news about the case. Once the gold was recovered, the higher-ups lost their motivation to investigate further and wouldn't relentlessly pursue the robbers.

The reward was more of a gesture; as long as the corrupt police didn't show up, they could likely return to normal life in a few months. First, without solid evidence, the police could easily file a lawsuit. Second, in the 1980s, robberies involving hundreds of millions of dollars were commonplace, and several thieves hadn't been caught. With dozens of unsolved cases involving tens of millions, recovering the stolen goods would surely be a significant achievement.
Police resources are limited, and without new evidence or leads, they will definitely have to call it a day.

In East Kowloon, the families of corrupt police officers, looking haggard, signed documents, walked out of the police station, and hailed taxis to go home.

Upon receiving the message, Tian Shanhai's expression softened, and he waved for One-Eyed Hui to come over.

"Send a message to Asheng and ask him if he plans to pay back the 13 million he owes us?"

Corrupt police officers can't work for free. They were paid 65 kilograms before, so they didn't have to take money from Lin Tiansheng. Now that there's a mess to clean up, someone has to take responsibility.

The following day, in the morning, happened to be Saturday.

Robin requested leave due to injury, but instead changed into sportswear, loaded a set of golf clubs, and drove to the club. He didn't even need a membership card; he simply told the receptionist he was a friend of Robin's, and boarded the shuttle bus to the teeing ground nestled in the greenery.

Yuan Weilun was seen wearing a sun hat and designer leather shoes, swinging his golf club.

Six Westerners dressed casually were smoking cigars and chatting in front of the chimney. Each of them had a caddy to help them carry their bags, and they stood next to the shuttle bus.

Robin, with a smile on his face, quickly got out of the car, slung his bag over his shoulder, walked forward, saluted, and said, "This is Sir William."

There were seven superintendents present: Inspector Yuen from the Kowloon Regional Serious Crimes Unit, Inspector Ben from the Narcotics Division, and Inspector William from the Triad Bureau. Each of them had a star on their shoulder, and they were all powerful figures in the operations departments.

"Here you are, Ah Bin."

Aben greeted him, then turned and pulled a golf club from his bag.

Robin put down his bag, bent down to shake hands with William Sir, but William ignored him and turned his head away: "Ben, you said he wants to hang out with me?"

The officer weighed the golf club in his hand, a cigar dangling from his lips, and said with a mocking look, "Yes."

"She has a vivid imagination."

William laughed.

Aben suddenly raised his club and swung it at Robin, his face contorted with rage: "NO! He can be used as a ball!"

(End of this chapter)