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Chapter 101 Superintendent Cao

As Cao Dahua watched Chen Guozhong's departing figure, he reached out and scratched the sparse white hair on his head, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"Billy!" A figure emerged from behind the bookshelf in Cao Dahua's office.

"Smith, have you heard enough?" Cao Dahua said without turning his head, and went to close the office door first.

"Your subordinate is quite upright and energetic!" A black-haired foreigner, about 170 cm tall, slightly overweight, and around 40 years old, sat down in Cao Dahua's office chair.

"Young, impulsive, all he thinks about is how to solve cases, he has no sensitivity at all, he's just cut out for working at the bottom." Cao Dahua, who had previously been giving Chen Guozhong earnest advice with the face of a kind and honest elder, now had a disdainful expression.

"That Cao Tai has risen too quickly. We haven't been able to find any dirt on him yet, and we don't have any excuse to contact him for the time being."

"Didn't the undercover agent you sent out have some contact with him before? Did he ask him if he had any information we don't know about?" The foreigner put his legs up on the desk and asked rather comfortably.

"Tch, that's another one who's not thinking straight. He's over 40, but he's still acting like a child, actually developing feelings for a few idle people in society."

"It's been so long now, and we haven't even found a single battery." Cao Dahua was quite helpless about Lanx. He sent him out to investigate a case, thinking it could be resolved in two or three months, but it had dragged on for so long with little progress.

If Ranks hadn't been someone I didn't have to work for, but rather someone I borrowed from an acquaintance, I would have shown him what it meant to be in deep trouble.

"We really need to find the battery quickly. Those guys at the CIA promised to give it to us and we'd get half the profits. It's a deal worth at least tens of millions of dollars. If we drag this out too long, those bastards will look down on us."

"Don't worry, we've confirmed who has the battery. I've sent someone else to follow up, and we should have news soon," Cao Dahua reassured the visitor.

"The main problem now is infiltrating those gangs. Cao Tai's seafood business and newspaper business have both been targeted by his associates. Don't worry about him for now. When those associates need help, we'll lend a hand and see if we can get some benefits."

"Damn it, those bastards can sit in their offices and rake in hundreds of millions of dollars worth of business every year, while we who are on the front lines have to put up with their attitudes." Although the foreigner's tone was impassioned, his expression remained unchanged.

"Smith, about the position issue I mentioned to you before..." Cao Dahua dragged a chair over and sat down in front of Smith.

"Billy, there's really no other way this time. How about we wait until next year when the Operations Commander retires and Li Shutang takes over? There will be a series of changes after that, and then you can become a Senior Superintendent?" The foreigner named Smith put his legs down, leaned forward, and lowered his voice.

"Why? I'm retiring in a few years, you promised me!" Cao Dahua's tone was serious, agitated, and angry.

"Okay, okay! We were wrong this time, but there's really nothing we can do. The position of deputy head of anti-gangsters at headquarters, which was originally reserved for you, was taken by some country bumpkin from the local area. This time, someone in London spoke up, and we really couldn't withstand the pressure." Smith stretched out his hands in a gesture to calm down.

Hearing that someone in London had spoken up, Cao Dahua's words of further persuasion were stuck in his throat, and his face turned pale and then red.

"Aren't there any other positions? I'm one of our own!" Cao Dahua felt a little sad.

He was someone who had come from the era of the Four Great Detectives. He had no background and his talent was somewhat lacking. He watched as his contemporaries and younger colleagues surpassed him and rose through the ranks, while he, the most senior, was still stuck in the same place with no bright future.

He had thought he would just drift along in the sergeant position bestowed upon him by his superiors and die a miserable old age, but then the Special Branch extended an olive branch to him. After accepting it, he was able to rejuvenate at the age of 43 and was promoted to superintendent at an average rate of one rank every two years.

However, after reaching the position of police superintendent, he seemed to encounter an invisible obstacle, and for four years, he has been stuck at this level.

The upgrade was like night and day compared to when I built the helicopter; the disappointment was palpable.

So recently, I have been putting in 120% effort to complete the tasks assigned by my superiors. I was promised that I could be promoted to senior superintendent by the end of the year, and I might be able to become chief superintendent before I retire, making me a prominent figure in the Chinese police force.

Now they're suddenly saying to wait until next year, and then another next year, how many next years are there?

"There's no way to do it for now. The only vacant position is the Saigon Police Chief, who is at your level. I don't think you want to go to that kind of rural place, do you?" Smith reassured him.

After all, Cao Dahua is like a knife in his hand. Although it's dull and rusty now, and he can't kill someone with one blow, even if he cuts them, he can still give them tetanus or something.

"Hey, isn't that fat guy in West Kowloon holding two positions right now? Is there any way to get him to give up one of them?" Cao Dahua was really going all out for a promotion.

He has thoroughly studied all the senior superintendents in the police force, so he is so jealous of Wong Ping-yiu, the commander of the Kowloon City Police District, who also serves as the deputy commander of operations for the West Kowloon Regional Headquarters, that he is so jealous that he cannot sleep at night.

Smith looked at him with a strange expression. After a while, when Cao Dahua's heart was pounding like a drum, he slowly said, "There's a special reason for this, and you don't need to know it for now. I promise you, next year, next year I will definitely push you to the top."

"Okay!" After a long while, Cao Dahua finally replied with a helpless expression.

Although he was on the same level as Smith, how could a superintendent in the Special Branch be the same as a superintendent in other departments? Besides, he was an undercover agent developed by the Special Branch, so he was naturally inferior to the overt staff of the Special Branch.

"Billy, don't be discouraged. Lawrence and I have both seen your achievements. I guarantee that next year, you will definitely be promoted to senior superintendent in a great way." This time, it was Smith who patted Cao Dahua on the shoulder to encourage him.

"That's all for today. If we want to meet again, let's go to our usual spot. It's not really convenient to meet at the police station." Smith said as he stood up and straightened his suit.

"I'll take you," Cao Dahua said, composing himself as he opened the door ahead of time.

Smith glanced around to make sure no one else was in the corridor before nodding to Cao Dahua and quickly walking away.

Watching Smith's departing figure, Cao Dahua's eyes twitched, and a cold glint flashed involuntarily in his eyes. After a moment, he couldn't help but sigh and close the door.

Finally, I slowly walked to the back of the bookshelf, where there was a space that was more than a meter wide and nearly three meters deep. Inside was a recliner, which looked smooth and shiny from being worn, indicating that people often sat on it.

Knowing that Superintendent Cao was lying quietly on the recliner, his breathing gradually becoming barely perceptible, the entire office fell silent.