Chapter 81 3 No Personnel and 56 Strike
Chapter 81: Three No Personnel and Five or Six Conflicts
"Sir Li."
"Come here first."
Yin Zhaotang turned over his left hand with the silver bracelet, hooked his left palm, and said solemnly: "I'll tell you a secret."
"What secret? Is it the location of the warehouse?" Li Zhibin was skeptical. He took out a box of lucky lottery and looked at it while approaching.
"Smart people, don't play tricks on each other."
He passed a cigarette to Yin Zhaotang's mouth, then took out a lighter to help him light it. He supported the interrogation table with one hand, the tip of his right shoe touched the ground, and he stood by with his left foot, waiting for Yin Zhaotang to speak, his attitude was like that of an old friend reminiscing about the past.
You can't expect to find out the location of the warehouse by telling a few half-true jokes, right?
Yin Zhaotang smiled and said sincerely, "I will only tell this secret to those who understand."
"After 1997, the list of the first person in charge of Hong Kong Island and the first police chief has been decided! From now on, you have to follow me. I will arrest whoever I tell you to arrest, beat whoever I tell you to beat, and build relationships with whoever I tell you to do, even if it means selling your ass."
"I guarantee that after 1997, you will be the top leader. If you perform well, I will train you to be the boss!"
"You have a great opportunity in front of you. We are all smart people. Don't miss it."
Jimmy Lai listened to him seriously at first, but when he heard the second sentence, he thought he was going crazy. He crossed his arms and said with a smile: "If this year is 90, I still believe you. I'll hang your mother. You're talking nonsense without even checking the calendar."
"You are so powerful, why are you involved in any gang? Go back to your hometown and become a high-ranking official!"
Yin Zhaotang said loudly: "Hey, it's too late in the 1990s. Look at how awesome you are. You're in your thirties and still a two-star. You look like a person with no money, no people, and no team. It's hard to cultivate you from scratch."
“If success is more legendary than me.”
Jimmy Lai was touched in the sore spot, and he laughed in anger. He said coldly: "Thank you Mr. Yin for your respect, but I am not capable of being the boss of the black and white collusion."
"The three-no inspector is very happy to do his job."
"Guangzai, arrange a luxurious single room for Mr. Yin. He is a pervert and can't get used to living in a room with multiple people."
The accommodation conditions in the Mong Kok Police Station are not as good as those in the Kowloon Region. Most of the detention cells on the first floor are six-person rooms. In an emergency, eight or nine people can be arranged.
Tonight, Lao Zhong and Ma Jiaozai are going to fight, and soon the police station will be packed with people.
The reason for arranging a single room was actually because they were afraid that something might happen to Yin Zhaotang during his detention. It was not news that a gang killer stabbed someone to death in a detention room.
"Thank you."
Yin Zhaotang exhaled a puff of cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and obediently left with a police officer.
Lin Guoguang approached his superior and said, "Sir Li, Yin is using us. Why don't we let him go and then notify the Ma Jiaozai people."
Jimmy Lai asked solemnly with a straight face, "Do you want Yin Zhaotang to be killed by Ma Jiaozai's men as soon as he walks out of the police station?"
"The police force follows procedures when doing things. Once they arrest someone, they must be detained for the full 48 hours. They arrest and release him, release and arrest him again. When my superior asked me what I was doing, I said I was in a relationship!"
Keep the person in custody for a sufficient period of time, and when asked, say that there is insufficient evidence. The subordinates have a hard time handling the case, and the superiors won't say much.
They just acted like it was a game, and they were the ones who were embarrassed.
"Besides, we are police officers, so we should just talk about some things, don't mess around." After saying this, Lai Chih-bin led his team to continue their work. Tonight, Yin Zhaotang escaped, but Lao Zhong and Ma Jiaozi were in the fish pond.
When pulling in the net, catch as much as you can.
"Yes, sir!"
Lin Guoguang stood at attention and saluted, but he didn't agree in his heart.
Everyone knows that Jimmy Lai started out as an undercover agent. He almost got stabbed in the head while in Hetu and was subject to a year-long internal investigation. It is said that he has killed several people.
People like this talk about rules all the time, just to establish their prestige.
OJI has always done things in its own style.
Li Zhibin walked out of the office building, and suddenly remembered Yin Zhaotang's words. He couldn't help but smile: "Fuck it, just change your name to Shenguntang."
"It's no wonder that he can make a business out of his boasting so sincerely."
Thinking about how I have never even made a pie in the sky for others, I really need to learn from Shenxiantang.
The King of Dance sat in a Rolls-Royce, smoking a cigar, and staggered all the way to an industrial building on Hyde Road.
The building is seven stories high, with a facade covered with green tiles but covered with a lot of black dirt. It is surrounded by an entire industrial center with many small workshops producing rubber tools and several factories manufacturing fertilizer raw materials and processing chemical products.
The blast furnace chimney stood behind, and the black smoke covered the sky with a black veil. The green trees were covered with a thick layer of black ash, and none of the several buildings could be described as clean and tidy.
Daoyoucai, who had a gold chain around his neck, opened the car door, and with a weapon belt hanging on his shoulder, he jumped out of the car holding an AK47. He sniffed and walked to the bottom of the building, stared at the house number for a while, turned around and shouted to the boss: "Boss, it's here!"
"Fuck you, this is truly a sunset society, hiding their warehouse in the middle of nowhere in the countryside." The dance king was holding a handsome SA80 British rifle, with three vans parked behind him. Thirteen gunmen with long and short guns got out of the vans, pulled the bolts of their guns, and strode into the building.
King was hiding on the rooftop of a residential building with a nervous expression. When he saw the dance king's men arrive, he hurriedly picked up the intercom, pressed the call button and said, "Here they come, here they come."
Although the Dance King led his men into the building opposite, he could already smell the smell of gunpowder. He was clearly just helping out, but it seemed as if he was going to take part in the action himself.
"Dongyao got it!" Xiaojun and two of his brothers were hiding at the corner at the bottom of the building. He was still wearing the I-shaped vest with the words "Jiangmen No. 1 Fertilizer Plant" printed on it. After saying that, he turned off the walkie-talkie and plugged it into the belt behind his buttocks.
Since the King of Dance had checked with the police's black police to confirm the news, he knew that Lao Zhong's goods had landed at Tsuen Wan Pier several times. Although the police missed the time, they had already figured out that the approximate range was around Tsing Yi Highway.
Therefore, when one of Lao Zhong's traitors received money and leaked the information, the King of Dance did not think too much and directly brought his men to fight.
A sunset society cannot possibly have too much firepower. There are at most three or four thugs in the warehouse. They can sweep them away and steal the goods, vent their anger and then discuss how to divide the business in Mong Kok.
However, when he led a group of gunmen to the third floor of the industrial building, he saw two Type 56 rifles sticking out from the corner of the building. The sound of gunfire was like thunder: "Da da da, da da da!"
Two killers from the Big Circle Gang were seen shooting in the corridor. They didn't even show their heads, but stuck to the terrain, stuck out the muzzle of the gun, and hid behind the wall, pouring out fire wildly. Their movements were very unrefined, but revealed a sense of sturdiness. The bullet shells fell to the ground, dinging, and lay together with the cigarette butts.
The five or six Ma Jiaozai gunmen had no time to react at all, and their bodies were covered with holes. They fell to the ground screaming.
Xiaojun was shooting while holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding the submachine gun in both hands. He mechanically fired a burst of bullets, then took out the magazine and fired it in. His movements were as easy as eating and drinking.
The strong arm did not have exaggerated muscles, but the gun he held was motionless, as solid as a rock!
(End of this chapter)