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

Chapter 29 Criminal Intelligence Division (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)
"What are you doing!" The waiter shouted as he saw people rushing towards him, clenching his fist and raising his arm to demand an explanation.

"Bang!" Liu Yida didn't stop, leaping forward and ramming the waiter to the ground. He grabbed the teapot from the square table and slammed it onto the waiter's face, smearing tea leaves all over the waiter's face, and blood began to trickle from the wound.

"Fuck you."

Hua Liuwei's eyes were filled with anger, his expression ferocious. He took a step forward and darted towards the side door, trying to escape. The ordinary police officers were also trained; while they weren't particularly skilled, they had all taken classes in grappling and free fighting.

They're generally stronger than thugs in a one-on-one fight, but they can't beat a double-flower red stick, let alone a loser.
Gao Zicong, who had just been discharged from the hospital, saw Dazai fiercely take down someone, but he didn't give chase. Instead, he drew his sidearm and pulled the trigger at the door frame: "Bang!"

Wood chips flew up, and gunshots rang out in his ears. Hua Liuwei stopped abruptly, raised his hands, and slowly turned around.

Gao Zicong said with a playful expression and a cold look in his eyes, "Run, keep running!"

Hua Liuwei looked at the two officers and immediately knew they were ruthless cops who had seen blood, definitely not the honest detectives you'd expect. You see, the ruthless fear the wicked, and the wicked fear the reckless.

The same person can have drastically different mindsets, temperaments, methods, and intimidating presence depending on their behavior. This is especially true for law enforcement officers; gangsters are masters at adapting their tactics to different people.

When Hua Liuwei turned back, his expression was extremely wary: "It's just a small matter, no need to make such a big deal out of it, officer?"

Gao Zicong stepped forward with his gun, slapped Hua Liuwei hard across the face, swelling it up. He then pulled out handcuffs, pressed them against the wall, and heated them up behind his back.

After searching him for a while, Gao Zicong took out a bag of heroin and sneered, "Play? Nobody wants to play with you. If you want to play, go play with the judge."

"Those gay guys will definitely take good care of you."

A minute later, Gao Zicong and Liu Yida, each handcuffing two people, walked out of the shop, propped themselves up against the car, and shouted, "Boss, all done."

Lin Tiansheng took a deep drag of his cigarette, flicked the butt away, took the small packet of white powder handed to him by Gao Zicong, and exhaled, "Well done."

Gao Zicong grabbed Hua Liuwei's hair and said disdainfully, "Let him be arrogant!"

Lin Tiansheng, carrying the white powder, smiled broadly: "If you don't give me face, I don't need to give you face either. If there's anything, let's talk about it back at the police station."

"Fake, fake."

Hua Liuwei roared, "The bag contains laundry detergent, it's not real!"

Lin Tiansheng held the plastic bag to his nose and sniffed it lightly, a smile playing on his lips. It seemed Hua Liuwei wasn't stupid, but unfortunately, he'd hit the wrong person. After tossing the plastic bag to Ma Delong, he opened the car door and asked, "Is there any way to fill the car with it before we get to the police station?"

Ma Delong immediately replied, "Simple. Wall plaster is hard to find, but white powder is easy to find, right?"

"Hey, hey, Young Master Sheng, let's be reasonable."

“Let’s be reasonable!” Although Hua Liuwei was a clerk in Dong Yifu’s gang, he held a certain position within the organization by selling stolen goods and laundering money, and he also kept more than a hundred henchmen.

But if he were actually imprisoned in Stanley by the police, the triads would not stand up for him; they would only send people to take over his territory, business, and brothers.

"Everyone calls me Young Master Sheng, but do you not know my nickname?" Lin Tiansheng got into the car. A person's name is like a tree's shadow; the Five Poisons Detective has been guarding the pond for three years, and he's still the infamous Five Poisons Detective. His power might be less, but he's more than capable of taking down a mere White Paper Fan, and he's ruthless enough to do so.

Hua Liuwei bent his knees and lifted his legs off the ground, making it impossible for Gao Zicong to move him. He shouted, "He Tu's trash, the thing is in He Tu's trash's hands."

Lin Tiansheng frowned: "Is it approved?"

"The person who sold the weapons to the robbers was Coolie Qiang from He Tu. There's no reason for him to hand over the goods to someone else to sell. I don't know if that's accurate, but if you ask me, it must be trash."

Lin Tiansheng sat in the car, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Zhong Zhihui's number: "Check Hetu's trash."

Zhong Zhihui had just finished instructing his subordinates on their tasks when he was surprised to find that the big boss had so much new information. He said, "Okay." After hanging up the phone, he sat in the passenger seat and gestured, "That's it for today, let's have lunch."

Gao Zicong and Liu Yida removed their handcuffs, their faces contorted with sneers. Ma Delong opened the driver's side door and said coldly, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences."

Threatening gangsters would certainly offend triads, and if one is alone, it could even invite retaliation. But the Five Poisons Detective wasn't alone. Hua Liuwei, who had been slapped, had no choice but to swallow his anger and spit on the ground.

But next time, don't expect to get any useful information from Dong Yifu!

Lin Tiansheng's idea was simpler: after the police reform, it would be difficult for the police and gangsters to cooperate. Of course, departments such as the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and the Criminal Intelligence Bureau would try to make connections and bribe informants, but these were all one-way relationships. The gangs and the police would no longer collude.

If someone from a previous organization is willing to give him face, then everyone is happy, and there might actually be opportunities for cooperation in legitimate matters.

After all, in the 1980s, many triads sought to transform themselves and go legit, and in terms of ultimate interests, the two were actually in common.

Because the trend of the times will not change.

But if they don't appreciate our kindness, then we'll squeeze every last drop of value out of them and discard them completely. After finishing our reminiscing at Dong Yifu, the whole group found a small shop selling clay pot rice, sat down on the street, and started eating clay pot rice.

At the same time, Zhong Zhihui handed the information on "Loser" to his subordinates and said, "Get him out of here as quickly as possible."

"Roger that!"

The Criminal Intelligence Bureau, which includes a paparazzi team and an informant group, has specially approved funding for informants and adheres to the "informant protection principle."

Since its establishment, it has been dedicated to intelligence gathering and investigation. Outgoing superiors would leave behind their "informant relationships" in the department. Over the decades, it has accumulated a network of informants throughout Hong Kong's community organizations.

Almost every gang and every branch has an intelligence department with "needles" and "threads." The needles are undercover agents, and the threads are traitors within the gang.

Many impoverished thugs and henchmen, desperate for money, rely on becoming informants and selling information to earn extra cash. Furthermore, once a crime is discovered, the intelligence department actively arranges for informants to escape; even if arrested, they often receive minor sentences. This gives the intelligence department a stellar reputation and an intelligence-gathering ability far surpassing all other departments. While investigations are arduous without leads, with a precise target, their meticulously woven intelligence network leaves no room for escape.

Moreover, the senior assistant already has more than twenty subordinates in the intelligence department, making him a mid-level position with real power.

Before I could finish my claypot rice, my cell phone started ringing.

Lin Tiansheng answered the phone, and Zhihui's voice came through: "Boss, we've found him. He's hiding in the Tsuen Wan Industrial Zone, at Lotte Toys Factory. There are paparazzi guys on site. They'll cooperate with you when they get there."

"That bastard found a boat and plans to run away tonight."

"You've worked hard," Lin Tiansheng said with a smile.

Zhong Zhihui shook his head: "It's only right. Between brothers, this is all I can do to help."

Lin Tiansheng hung up the phone and saw that the three men had put down their chopsticks and were wiping their mouths. He didn't mince words: "Get things done, Lotte Toys Factory in Tsuen Wan."

Ma Delong immediately got up to pay the bill, and Gao Zicong said, "Why is it a toy factory? Doesn't that scumbag run a junkyard?"

"Are you sleeping soundly in the mud or hiding from trouble?" Lin Tiansheng took out his car keys: "Luckily, the marine police were cracking down on smuggling yesterday, so the big smugglers didn't dare to go out to sea."

"Otherwise, I think he would have run away long ago."

With such a big case, smart people would lay low, but the marine police are smart too. They might take the opportunity to work overtime and maybe catch a big fish.

It's important to know that spot gold prices vary from region to region, and strict taxes are levied on gold imports. In the 1940s, when gold prices were at their highest, many wealthy individuals made their fortunes by smuggling gold.

(End of this chapter)