Hong Kong variety show: Starting from Cold War 1994

Chapter 70 Good stuff! The yellow dog is dead again! (Second update, please subscribe)

The smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated inside the shed.

Shen Shaofeng dragged the unconscious Sang Bang to the corner of the wall.

He opened the first aid kit that Stone had left for him, and the rest of the equipment, of course, had all been returned to the Shadow Squad.

The first aid kit contained several bundles of medical bandages, several thick towels, several IV bags, and an adrenaline syringe.

He checked Sangbang's pulse.

This guy's ability to withstand blows far exceeds that of ordinary people; he was beaten up by the super-powered Dragon in "High Risk" and was still fine.

My shot with the butt of my rifle just now will at most knock him unconscious for a while.

Time to wake up.

Shen Shaofeng tore off the tape from his mouth, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, and splashed it directly on his face.

"Uh...cough cough..."

Sangbang coughed violently and suddenly opened his eyes.

My head is still a little dizzy, but the intense tinnitus I had from being hit by the stun grenade has mostly subsided.

What came into view was a young man wearing a gray shirt and whose face was covered in dust.

Sang Bang's long career as a ruthless bandit made it easy for him to recognize the policeman's aura about him.

"You damn cop—"

Sangbang struggled to sit up, but with his limbs bound behind his back, it was all in vain.

Shen Shaofeng didn't speak, but simply pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Sang Bang.

He turned on the high-powered flashlight, set it to the brightest setting, and aimed it at Sangbang's eyes.

The blinding white light made Sangbang instinctively turn his head away and close his eyes.

"Name, code name, organization affiliation".

Sangbang gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Shen Shaofeng took out an adrenaline syringe from his bag, tore open the packaging, and aimed the needle at the area near Sangbang's carotid artery.

"This is a good thing. Adrenaline; one injection and your heart rate will jump to 180 per minute, your blood pressure will soar—"

Shen Shaofeng picked up a thick towel with his other hand: "Next, I'll use this towel to cover your face and pour water on it."

"You will experience the fear of drowning, and adrenaline will intensify this feeling—"

Sangbang's pupils contracted slightly, but he remained silent.

Shen Shaofeng gently pierced Sang Bang's skin with the needle tip: "Very good, I like tough guys."

His voice was cold and devoid of emotion: "Waterboarding leaves no visible damage; the forensic pathologist won't be able to detect anything."

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"The CIA loves using this clean-cut method to deal with unruly tough guys. I wonder if you can handle it?"

Shen Shaofeng is very qualified to speak on this matter.

In his past life, he was personally summoned by a CIA agent because he refused to cooperate with the agent's "hints" to engage in certain flour businesses.

Are you kidding me? Construction unions, waste management, cargo terminals—these are all good businesses. Why would I want to be a CIA dog and do these things?

Ultimately, with the help of a group of bigwigs in Chinatown and a few top lawyers, Shen Shaofeng pulled through and came out unharmed.

Of course, if a certain agent later retaliates against Mexican drug traffickers and dies for America, that's nobody else's business.

But I digress. Let's get back to the interrogation.

Sangbang gasped.

He began to doubt his own judgment. This—this really is a Hong Kong Island police officer?

"I'll count to three."

Shen Shaofeng held up three fingers.

The nation is in ruins, so he closes his eyes.

"two."

Sangbang struggled for a moment.

"three----"

"I—my name is Asheng."

Sangbang finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Yes—he's with Brother Tai!"

Shen Shaofeng frowned.

Tai Ge? Big Mouth Tai? No, Big Mouth Tai is an informant, and a police informant at that. This person is lying.

"Which Tai-ge? Full name."

"Yi Qun's Egg Tarts!"

"I'll f*** your mother!"

Shen Shaofeng slapped him hard: "Egg Tart Tai isn't a member of the gang, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I'm from the 0th Division, in charge of the underworld. I suggest you don't test my patience."

"I remembered it wrong, let me think about it again."

Sangbang's eyes darted around, trying to come up with another excuse to get away with it.

Shen Shaofeng didn't have time to waste with him. He grabbed Sang Bang's hair and injected him with the syringe—

Two minutes later, Sangbang's face turned completely red, his pupils widened, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He coughed violently, with snot and saliva constantly coming out of his nose and mouth.

"I'll ask you one more time, who are you, and what are you doing in Hong Kong Island?"

Sangbang took a few deep breaths to catch his breath before struggling to speak: "I—I'm called Little Bird, I'm an international drug trafficker—"

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Upon hearing this, Shen Shaofeng was slightly taken aback.

This nickname —

Damn, isn't that the ruthless bandit who hijacked the prison van in "The Big Bang Theory"?

I can only blame myself for having preconceived notions. After receiving information about Li Shutang, and considering his long black curly hair and sunglasses, I assumed that this group of outsiders were a medical team.

Unfortunately, this Hong Kong variety show is filled with characters played by the same actors in previous film and television works, so their real-life appearances don't actually match those in the works.

Otherwise, the whole world would be in chaos.

For example, there's Ni Yongxiao and Liang Kun, PTU's He Wenzhan and Hung Hing's Jiang Tiansheng, and even middle-aged Li Wenbin and Wo Luen Shing's Big D, etc.

So just by looking at this guy's appearance, I couldn't recognize him at all as the little bird played by the yellow dog in the movie.

Shen Shaofeng couldn't help but slap "Sangbang" again: "Why did you choose to grow a haircut like this instead of a perfectly good buzz cut!"

I'll fuck your mother!

"Sangbang," well, he should be called Little Bird. He was slapped for no reason, which made him even more afraid of this unpredictable cop.

Is it any justice that police officers are more ruthless than drug dealers like myself?

"Tell me, what brings you to Hong Kong Island?"

Shen Shaofeng quickly adjusted his mindset and began the interrogation.

Even though he already knew the answer.

"Help! Our boss, Professor, will be taken to the airport by the NYPD tomorrow morning to return to America for trial. We plan to hijack the prison van—"

"Professor? What's his real name?" Shen Shaofeng asked knowingly. "We all call him Professor, we don't know his real name. He was arrested by Interpol last month during a high-seas transaction and is currently being held at your police headquarters—"

"Exact number of people?"

"Sir, there are seven of us in total, and we're all here."

"What happened after the prison break? Where did they escape to?"

"Sai Kung Pier, a boat is waiting to pick you up—to the high seas."

Shen Shaofeng sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid? For something as big as hijacking a prison van, our police would definitely have a complete blockade by land, sea, and air."

He wagged his finger at the bird: "No snakehead dares to do business with you!"

Shen Shaofeng pulled out a crumpled cigarette case, lit one, and said calmly, "Your real target, besides rescuing the professor, is that batch of 90 million US dollars in stolen money in the Interpol evidence room, right?"

The little bird was genuinely shocked this time, its pupils dilating instantly.

"You—how do you know??"

"You thought your plan was foolproof? After rescuing the professor, he'll take you to the Interpol headquarters, somehow unlock the gates, take the ninety million, and then leave through Shek Kong Military Airport, right?"

Shen Shaofeng's words caused all of Xiaoniao's psychological defenses to completely collapse at that moment.

The other side not only knows the plan, but also the exact details! How can we possibly win this game?

"I'll tell you everything—I'll tell you everything—"

"That's more like it, a good boy."

Shen Shaofeng took a cigarette out of the pack, put it in the bird's beak, and lit it for the bird.

"Officer, what do you want to know?"

The little bird took a deep drag of its cigarette and simply lay down and gave up.

"As international drug traffickers, what money laundering channels do you have?"

"The professor has a secret account at UBS with $30 million in it, clean money, laundered through offshore companies."

Which companies?

"Mainly shipping to Panama and the Cayman Islands —"

"Panama has two shell companies: Trans-Pacific Trading and Caribbean Pirate Import & Export."

"There are two in the Cayman Islands: Virgin Islands Investment and Bermuda Trust."

"The money goes out of Thailand through international trade contracts, travels through Panama, enters a trust fund in the Cayman Islands, and finally ends up in Switzerland."

Which Thai trading company is it?

"Siam International Trading Co., Ltd. in Bangkok, licensed by a man named Chatchai, is a local tycoon who specializes in laundering money for us partners —"

After Shen Shaofeng broke through her defenses, the little bird became incredibly cooperative, spilling everything it knew to Shen Shaofeng as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

Shen Shaofeng memorized all the information. This was Cai Yuanqi's private work, and it was best not to leave any written trace.

"What dark web and channels do you usually use for your activities?"

"Actually, those of us in this line of work have connections with customs authorities or maritime patrol teams in various countries —"

As the little bird recalled the names in its mind, it told Shen Shaofeng all the names of people it knew.

"Where is your boss? Don't tell me that a mere dozen or so people can engage in international drug trafficking."

"I don't know exactly who it is. The professor only said that the boss has a lot of connections, with networks in the United States, Thailand, Malaysia, and Panama—he even has people in Interpol."

"What is the boss's specific identity?"

Shen Shaofeng asked the most crucial question, even though, based on the movie plot, he had no hope of getting it.

"I really don't know. I only know he's a white-haired foreigner, and I don't even know his nationality. Really, officer, you have to believe me!"

The little bird talked faster and faster, trying to maximize its own contribution.

He also understands the law and knows that in Hong Kong Island, cooperating with the police can lead to a reduced sentence in court.

Unfortunately—

At this moment, Shen Shaofeng could vaguely hear the sound of police sirens.

He stood up, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on, then picked up a Black Star pistol that was next to the bald man who had been killed by the stone.

Seeing this, the little bird looked terrified again: "Hey! I've said everything I needed to say, what are you going to do now?"

Seeing Shen Shaofeng approach her expressionlessly and unlock the door.

"Please, please let me go! You're a police officer—"

"call!"

A gunshot rang out, and Little Bird, his face filled with disbelief, fell to the ground, shot in the forehead.

The world has become quiet again.

Shen Shaofeng adjusted the angle of the bird's corpse, wiped away any fingerprints that might be left, moved closer to the bald man, and placed the Black Star back in the bald man's hand.

Then they cut the plastic straps binding his limbs, took the cigarette from his mouth, the used water bottle, and other items, and left the shed.

He walked to the still-burning warehouse and threw in everything, including gloves and plastic bags.

He then returned to his car, took out his satellite phone, and said, "Hey, Officer Cai, mission accomplished."