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

Chapter 95 Colluding with Each Other (44 votes, please vote)
"Shh."

The stick whistled through the air and struck Robin's cheek. His jaw, still injured, was hit again.

A splatter of blood appeared on the grass.

William stepped forward, raised his club high, and smashed it hard into the chest.

"Boom."

The sternum was fractured.

Robin curled up, vomiting blood, trembling slightly, in unbearable pain, and forced his eyes open.

"You guys"

The six foreign police superintendents, some with fierce expressions and others with smiles, had intense killing intent in their eyes.

“What about us?” Aben asked.

Robin was filled with terror, his lips and teeth stained with blood: "Accounts, accounts."

"Hahaha."

The superintendents burst into laughter, their faces full of arrogance.

Aben, leaning on his golf club, laughed loudly: "When a person dies, the accounts are wiped out. Even if I kill you, no one will know about the accounts."

They don't care who has the accounts; they only care whether the accounts will be exposed. If Robin is killed, who will know about the accounts?
"That tattered ledger will be yours to be buried with." William struck again, breaking Robin's ribs. The other superintendents followed suit, each swing delivered with full force, and within minutes, only a lifeless corpse remained on the ground.

The caddies and drivers stood by, seemingly unfazed and unsurprised by the brutality of the foreigners.

Yuan Weilun answered a phone call, put down his golf club, walked over, glanced at the corpse, and said nonchalantly, "My men got the accounts."

Ah Ben nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Inspector Yuan."

"Small things."

Yuan Weilun looked at the group with a smile and reminded them, "Go change your clothes before you start the next game."

Aben pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked, "Are you going to deal with this?"

Yuan Weilun said, "Mm."

They colluded with each other, without even needing to find an excuse. They fabricated a story about someone being killed in a hit-and-run while seeking revenge, paid out a sum of money, and saved themselves the trouble of filing a case for investigation.

The gold-making factory in Hung Hom was just one money laundering line managed by Ah Ben; there were many similar money laundering channels among the higher-ups.

Robin, a mere chief inspector who hasn't even entered the Constitutional Court, has the audacity to try and get his hands on the documents and then sit at the table—he's practically asking for trouble.

Aben threw down his golf club and left with the foreign police superintendents, saying on the way, "Shall we make the ledgers public?"

"Throw out a few scapegoats."

"To prevent anyone from finding out and spreading rumors."

The Westerners can't guarantee that Robin didn't tell anyone. If he kept it a secret and someone later published it in the newspaper, it would implicate even more people. On the contrary, by proactively disclosing the accounts and throwing a few scapegoats out, they can get the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) to investigate. Even if someone brings more evidence and exposes it in the newspaper, they can still "debunk" it.

So-called freedom of the press is just talk for the public. Television stations are licensed businesses; any media outlet that dares to spread rumors will have its license revoked.

Foreigners understand better what it means to rely on official information.

The next day, morning.

Documents were received in East Kowloon. The Chief Inspector of the Operations Division was at home when he was attacked by robbers seeking revenge and heroically sacrificed his life. The ICAC (Independent Commission Against Corruption) took away Senior Inspector "Jess" from the Mong Kok District Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, Senior Inspector "Lo Wing-kwong" from the East Kowloon Narcotics Squad, and a Deputy Superintendent of Customs, among others, to assist in the investigation, accusing them of involvement in drug trafficking and money laundering through gold processing plants.

After the news spread, the public was in an uproar, speculating that the gold mining factory was a result of a dispute between corrupt police officers and drug dealers over the division of spoils. The conspiracy theories were rampant, forcing the Narcotics Division of the General Headquarters to personally intervene and launch a crackdown on drugs.

Garden Street, Renyi Teahouse.

Qiao Jingxing flicked his cigarette ash, sat down at the head of a square table, and said with a cold expression: "There's a group of foreigners selling drugs."

Pi Chi-pong sighed: "After the collapse of the four major drug dealers, the volume of drug trafficking in Hong Kong Island has increased instead of decreased, which has long proven that foreigners were involved."

Originally, businesses such as collecting insurance premiums, drug trafficking, and smuggling were all under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Investigation Department. They marked out streets and docks, and issued four signs: He Tu, Xin Ji, Lao Fu, and An Le, one each.

Notable figures include Wan Chai Emperor "Chan Tai", the Ma brothers, Crippled Ho, and Sha Chen Chao.

In the retail business, each business is a different story, with everyone trying their own way. Among them, "Poho" was originally a disciple of Sin Kee. After growing his business, he established the "Yi Kwan" triad. After losing power, Yi Kwan was swallowed up by Sin Kee.

For a time, Po Ho was too arrogant, and Sin Kee sent "Tiger Boys" to steal fans, which was tacitly approved by Lok Gor, which meant that he had a share of the credits.

The veteran police officers who came from the 1970s never believed the "drug trafficking report" released by the police force to the public.

They can judge the size of the transaction volume and the volume of border crossings by looking at the harvest in the Golden Triangle, the frequency of transactions among the street vendors, and the spending level of the bigwigs.

Hong Baolian, dressed in a black dress, crossed her legs and smiled, "Without the four major dealers, the foreigners have to leave on their own. Drug trafficking is a foreigner's old specialty, how can they give it up?"

The British Empire, once on which the sun never sets, was built on the opium trade of the East India Company. During World War II, it was managed by a foreign family, and after the war, it was handed over to the police force. After issuing warrants for the arrest of the four chief detectives, it lacked a representative and had to take matters into its own hands.

Although the Commonwealth itself no longer engages in drug trafficking and has explicitly banned it, the government has new sources of revenue. Even if they can quit, their subordinates may still be addicted.

The disappearance of the bottom-line records, Robin's death, and the foreigners' superfluous anti-corruption and anti-drug campaigns have made the remaining members of the gang realize the existence of the "Drug Ghost Gang" behind the scenes.

Lin Tiansheng wiped the incense table, then threw the rag into the basin, his face grim: "We have to find a way to drag these 'poisonous ghosts' out."

"If we just sit idly by and watch foreigners sell drugs to Chinese people on our own soil, how are we any different from the Tartars?"

Initially, the goal was simply to take down the foreigners in Mong Kok, but the situation became increasingly chaotic, and with Robin's intervention, things escalated, revealing more and more of what was going on.

Chinese, soldier, policeman, Hong Konger—each identity told him that he could not tolerate foreigners selling drugs.

Huang Qixian raised his eyebrows, took a puff of his cigarette, and tentatively asked, "Ah Sheng, do you want to buy it back and resell it yourself?"

In their view, this business has existed for over a hundred years; if you don't sell, someone else will, and they don't force anyone to buy. Although it's dirty, it's the reality.

The others, their eyes gleaming, all coveted a major case. Lin Tiansheng readily agreed, coldly stating, "Not take it back, but smash it. Anyone who dares to traffic drugs, we'll chop off their head!"

"If we eradicate drugs, the economy will rise, stocks will rise, the housing market will rise, and everyone will benefit."

Once they started investing in the property market, the interests of these former party members were actually intertwined with and closely related to the development of Hong Kong Island.

His political stance is comparable to that of a governor.

Huang Qixian breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't thought that far ahead; he just felt that drug trafficking was too risky and not something the remnants of the gang would have the energy to deal with. He said, "If we don't plan to use the brand to make money, why don't we just put it on hold for now?"

"I'm in a lowly position, I can't take them down."

Qiao Jingxing, as a prospective member of the Constitutional Commission, thought further ahead and suddenly said, "Not necessarily. The foreigners are not all harmonious. From the Governor-General to the Chief Secretary and the two Deputy Directors, there are many factions. If we can get the evidence, there might be a good show of ghosts fighting ghosts."

Once you're a superintendent, you're in a tough spot. How can you get promoted if you don't take down the foreigners above you?

Even if you get promoted every two years, you'll be fifty years old by the time you reach the position of assistant director.

Even considering only his personal future, he felt it was worth the risk.

(End of this chapter)