Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

Chapter 67 My mind is in turmoil

Back at her place, Lin Xiaoru sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette.

In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, he had cleared his mind and, without any delay, immediately called Li Weile back.

"Feed?"

Li Weile's voice was low, and the background noise was somewhat loud, indicating that he was on duty at the police station at the moment.

Lin Xiaoru didn't waste any more words.

"Things are getting complicated. Is that bastard who went to Feie Mountain with Wang Bao's men to collect the goods that night still alive?"

"Wait a minute!"

Li Weile seemed to be looking for a suitable place to make the call, and soon the noisy background noise on the other end of the phone stopped.

Why are you suddenly asking this?

"Nothing much. As far as I know, Li Jiasheng has already gone to the intelligence department to gather information."

If he keeps working on this like this, it'll eventually become a ticking time bomb; we need to detonate it before it explodes.

After clearing her voice, Lin Xiaoru continued speaking calmly.

"If that loser is still alive, then there's no need to take action first. I'll arrange for someone to send him on his way, and while I'm at it, I'll take care of this problem with Li Jiasheng!"

Li Weile remained silent for a while before speaking.

"We haven't had time to leave the police station since we beat Wang Bao to death on Decheng Street yesterday."

That bastard is still locked up in Brother Wah's rural hometown. Now that we know the O-Team is probing us, we dare not make any rash moves!

Li Weile gave a wry smile. He knew that his group was a bit ruthless in handling cases, but he couldn't understand why Li Jiasheng was so fixated on them, since they were all comrades in the same police uniform.

"Okay, listen to me. Go find your Inspector Chen in a bit and tell him—"

After explaining everything to Li Weile and hanging up the phone, a cigarette had just finished burning.

Without pausing, Lin Xiaoru immediately summoned the system panel in her mind.

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"System, tell me where A-Jie, the assassin who's with Wang Bao, is right now!"

[Query successful. This intelligence requires a payment of 16 points. Do you wish to pay the points to obtain the intelligence?]

"yes!"

Payment successfully completed using points. Current remaining points: 2067000

Ever since Wang Bao was killed, A-Jie has been looking for an opportunity to avenge him.

He is now hiding in one of Luo Sanpao's nightclubs in the Hoi Wah Building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

"Looking for an opportunity to avenge Wang Bao?"

Lin Xiaoru frowned. He hadn't expected that this cold-blooded killer was so loyal to Wang Bao. The man was dead, and now the CID was hunting him down all over Hong Kong, but instead of running away, he was preparing to avenge Wang Bao!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. A hero needs three helpers. Wang Bao has been able to be so successful in Decheng Street for so many years. He must have some extraordinary ability to manage his trusted men.

Nine out of ten out of ten scoundrels are unreliable, but there will always be some like Tai-bo.

Upon learning A-Jie's location, Lin Xiaoru didn't stop there and continued to ask questions.

"Also, could you help me find out where Han Chen in Tsim Sha Tsui is hiding the incriminating evidence he uses to control the moles planted within the police force?"

[Query successful. This intelligence requires a payment of 1500 million points. Pay points to obtain the intelligence?]

Lin Xiaoru: ————

To be fair, Lin Xiaoru felt that exchanging 1500 million for leverage over these moles was well worth it.

The problem is that he simply doesn't have the opportunity to invest heavily in accumulating that many points right now.

We have no choice but to give up for now and ask another question.

"Then help me find out what CIB inspector Lau Kin-ming's private phone number is!"

[Query successful. This intelligence requires a payment of 200 points. Do you wish to pay points to obtain the intelligence?]

Arsenal Street, Wan Chai; Police Headquarters Building.

It was only 9:30 a.m., and less than an hour and a half into the workday, Liu Jianming had already sent out three sets of materials while staying in his office.

Just as he was making himself a cup of coffee and preparing to take a break, the phone in his desk drawer suddenly rang.

Liu Jianming couldn't help but feel nervous. He put down the coffee spoon he was stirring the maltose, glanced at the half-open office door, and then pulled out the phone from the drawer.

It's regular working hours now. If his superiors or colleagues need to contact him, they either have to come in person or call his office landline.

The person who would call him at this time is most likely Han Chen.

After pressing the answer button, Liu Jianming only said "hello" once.

"Is this Officer Liu Jianming?"

The voice coming from the receiver was a young and unfamiliar male voice. Liu Jianming frowned at this, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I don't need insurance. Please don't call again!"

He was about to hang up the phone.

"Liu sir, do you only answer the phone if I mention Han Chen's name?"

The sudden remark caused Liu Jianming's expression to change drastically as he was about to hang up the phone.

But he didn't say anything, forcibly controlling his breathing and pretending to ask calmly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Five years ago, in Tai Hing Village, Tuen Mun, the parking lot in front of the Royal Palace Restaurant celebrated its grand opening!

My brothers and I were full of ambition, but who knew that less than half a month after opening—”

"Stop talking!"

Liu Jianming's face grew increasingly grim. He knew that the stranger on the phone was reading the same words Han Chen had spoken when he saw them off to the police academy years ago!

From that day on, his fate was completely rewritten.

Countless days and nights, Han Chen's words would wake him up in the middle of the night.

This left Liu Jianming living in constant fear of loss, like a puppet being manipulated, living in constant anxiety.

Upon hearing that there was indeed no sound on the other end of the phone, Liu Jianming's Adam's apple bobbed.

He tentatively asked, "Are you also... one of us?"

"Since you consider me one of your own, Officer Liu, then we're all on the same side. Just stop treating me like an insurance salesman!"

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled playfully, then continued speaking.

"You don't need to panic, and you don't need to try to find out who I am or think of any way to silence me."

To put it bluntly, the fact that I dared to call you shows I'm not afraid of you figuring out my background. Let me introduce myself: my name is Lin Xiaoru, and I'm the manager of the Wo Luen Shing Kwun Tong branch!

Lin Xiaoru's words struck Liu Jianming's chest like a series of heavy blows.

He had no idea when he had given himself away, and he never imagined that Lin Xiaoru was bluffing him!

Some things are simply not worth gambling on!

Forcing himself to calm down, Liu Jianming grabbed his coffee cup and took a sip.

"Go on!"

"I'm calling you today to drop some bombshells. The batch of heroin that the CID seized yesterday was something I tipped off Chen Guozhong and his team."

Chen Guozhong took this batch of goods to use to buy Wang Bao's pork. You're an elite member of the intelligence department; if you investigate things carefully, you can uncover the truth!

"If you're cooperating with Inspector Chen and his team, why did you even call to tell me?"

Liu Jianming was not surprised by Lin Xiaoru's revelations.

He just couldn't understand why the other party would expose his secrets and reveal Chen Guozhong's information right away. What was their motive?

"It's very simple. There's a police officer in the 0 Division named Li Jiasheng. His team is specifically in charge of the Kwun Tong and Yau Ma Tei areas."

This time, Inspector Chan and his team made a great contribution, but he seemed very dissatisfied, feeling that the CID had stolen his credit.

Now they're like a leech, sticking to me like glue, determined to make a big splash with me.

I really dislike him, and I need your help, Officer Liu!

At this moment, Liu Jianming felt his mind was in turmoil, but his instincts told him that he seemed to have no room for maneuver.

"How can I help you?"

"It's simple. If Li Jiasheng comes to you again, help him. If he doesn't come to you, go to him."

Just give him the phone number that Haojiangzi answered that day.

Then, by cooperating with his wiretapping, he'll soon receive some juicy new information!

Liu Jianming bit his lip.

"You also want Chen Guozhong and the others to die?"

"I'm picky. Do you think I'm some old sly fellow like Han Chen?"

Listen carefully, Officer Liu. This isn't difficult for you. You just need to—"

After the exchange, Liu Jianming's expression calmed down considerably.

"Okay, I can help with that."

But I have a question: since you're not one of us, how did you know so much about me?

"How would I know your background? You'll find out later."

However, I can assure you that I am different from that bastard Han Chen. I will not use my weaknesses to blackmail you at every turn!

By the way, Han Chen doesn't know how I found out about you, so don't try to dig up my secrets through Han Chen.

If you cause any trouble, you and that shorty Han will both be finished!

"learn!"

Liu Jianming's voice was slightly dry, and his face was pale, with a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He didn't even know when Lin Xiaoru hung up the phone.

Being controlled by Han Chen was already exhausting enough for him, and now Lin Xiaoru has suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He can see at a glance what his future will be like.

Slumped helplessly against the back of the chair, Liu Jianming tilted his head back and slowly closed his eyes.

For some reason, he sometimes envied those undercover agents who were planted by the 0th Division next to Han Chen.

Although those people lived lives that were neither human nor ghost, just like him, their future was bright and hopeful.

Unlike him, in his subconscious, all he saw before and behind him was an endless expanse of gray darkness.

Around 10:30 a.m., Li Jiasheng finally arrived.

This time, he didn't even knock; he simply tossed a signed action report onto Liu Jianming's desk.

"Liu sir, get to work!"

Exhausted, Liu Jianming picked up the report and glanced at it a few times before focusing his attention on the signature at the end.

Although the handwriting of "Li Wenbin" was imitated very well, it could not escape the eyes of the elite intelligence officers.

This was clearly a fake report fabricated by Li Jiasheng, who relied on Li Wenbin being his uncle and had his signature copied by himself.

After being looked at like that by Liu Jianming, Li Jiasheng couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

I felt I should try to divert Liu Jianming's attention by talking about something.

"Officer Liu, you look a little pale. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

This question, though asked unintentionally, hit the nail on the head, hitting Liu Jianming's exact thoughts.

However, Liu Jianming took the opportunity to put down the report and rubbed his stiff face.

"Really? Maybe you've been working too much overtime lately."

Alright, now that the supervisor has brought over the report, I have nothing more to say.

Come with me to the telecommunications room. If you can stay there, you can listen all afternoon!

In the communications room of the intelligence department, Liu Jianming placed an earpiece over Li Jiasheng's head in front of a listening device.

"Hong Kong Island law stipulates that recordings cannot be used as evidence."

However, the wiretapping recordings in the telecommunications room are different. They intercept direct radio waves from the telephone company, are reported to the police, and all recordings have legal effect.

The channel you're listening to now is the phone number that guy from Macau answered before receiving the goods.

As Liu Jianming spoke, he pressed a red button on the machine, and Li Jiasheng immediately heard a crackling sound of electricity coming from his headphones.

Liu Jianming patted Li Jiasheng on the shoulder: "However, this phone has had no communication records for twenty hours and has been switched off. We also cannot locate its location."

If you have the patience, just wait here. That's all I can do for you!

Li Jiasheng turned his head away.

"Can't we pinpoint his location based on the last call record?"

"Then you need to contact your superiors and apply to the telecommunications department to retrieve the report."

This involves personal privacy, Officer Lee. As a police officer, don't you even understand this?

After finishing his sentence, Liu Jianming crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Li Jiasheng. Without saying another word, he left the telecommunications room, deep in thought.

Listening is an extremely tedious task, but Li Jiasheng was patient and afraid of missing any opportunity to make a contribution.

He didn't even go out for lunch, keeping his head down and guarding the telecommunications room the whole time.

Time ticked by, and finally, around 3 p.m., things took a turn for the better.

Another crackling sound came from the headphones, followed by a deep, steady male voice.

"Feed? How are you now?"

Li Jiasheng, who had already started to doze off, immediately woke up, adjusted his headphones, and was afraid of missing any information.

Because he heard it clearly, and the voice he overheard was Chen Guozhong's!

"What's going on, boss? Why are you only calling me now?"

The person who answered Chen Guozhong's call sounded a little tired. After a pause, he continued speaking.

"We agreed that once Wang Bao takes this batch of goods away, everything will be fine."

When will you let me go? I really can't take it anymore!

"You don't need to complain. Even if you don't want to leave, we will still send you off."

"I've arranged a boat for you at 6:30 this afternoon, at Cargo Warehouse No. 7 in Kwai Chung. Get there on time; someone will meet you there!"

"Excuse me, I'm leaving this time and I definitely won't be going back to Hong Kong Island —"

"Yes, you're at the highway maintenance station in Fuk On Estate, Yuen Long, right? Wait here, I'll send a car to pick you up in two hours!"

Sizzle—

At this point, Chen Guozhong hung up the phone.

Whoosh—

Li Jiasheng frantically took off his headphones and threw them on the table.

He then glanced at his watch; it was 3:21 PM, three hours before the time Chen Guozhong had agreed upon with the person on the other end of the call.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment and ran outside as fast as he could.

Instead of returning to Yau Ma Tei Police Station, he went straight to the office of the head of the Zero Division at police headquarters.

Hearing the commotion, Liu Jianming, holding a newspaper, watched as Li Jiasheng rushed over in a hurry, only to shake his head in disdain.

He then walked towards the office area of ​​the 0th Division, found a bench in the corridor, sat down, and waited for Li Jiasheng to come out.

As Liu Jianming had imagined, a barrage of scolding came from the supervisor's office, and soon after, Li Jiasheng emerged looking disheveled.

"Officer Lee, did you run into a wall?"

Holding a newspaper and fanning himself, Liu Jianming asked a question that sounded somewhat joking.