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

Chapter 3 Major Crimes Unit

Huang Qixian remained calm, his gaze scrutinizing Lin Tiansheng sitting on the edge of the bed. He thought to himself, "Damn it, after guarding the pond for three years, Asheng has become sharp-minded, ambitious, and even physically stronger than before. Anyone who didn't know better would think he went to study in London."

"Row."

"I'll help you." Although he was still skeptical and didn't think Lin Tiansheng could keep his word, the remnants of the party needed a leader.

Lin Tiansheng was known for his daring and fighting spirit. He was willing to take risks, and no matter what direction he took, it was a good thing for them.

It should be noted that there are not many former Chinese detectives left on Hong Kong Island. Most of them are in prison, a few are living in retirement, and only Lam Tin-shing remains in the police force.

At the time, he had just been promoted to detective in six months, in charge of the Wan Chai district. He received a tip from Brother Lok and made preparations in advance. He spent all his wealth and made a tough decision to escape disaster.

Why didn't he flee? It's simple. Lin Tiansheng, who had just been promoted, was penniless and hadn't saved much money. He wouldn't even have enough to support himself overseas, so he volunteered to stay in Hong Kong and take a gamble. During the police-ICAC conflict, Lin Tiansheng was actually quite outspoken, but unfortunately, he was defeated by the foreigners. Seeing the situation clearly, he chose to protect himself, guarding the reservoir and letting his ambition fade away.

Looking back from the perspective of the 1970s, the era of the veteran Chinese police officers had come to an end. But looking back from the perspective of the post-millennium era, Hong Kong was in its golden age, where anyone, regardless of position or status, had great potential, and the history of the Hong Kong Police Force proves that it needed a leader!

I will not be the Chief Detective Inspector, nor will I be the executioner of the British Hong Kong authorities; I will be a true Hong Kong police officer.

Lin Tiansheng smiled after receiving the promise: "With your help, I don't need to go to Stanley for further studies, right?"

“We don’t even need to guard the pond anymore.” Huang Qixian stood up and said, “Last night on Boundary Street, there was a foreign superintendent watching us. You think you can just fish leisurely after offending a foreign superintendent?”

"Take a few days off, and I'll transfer you to the Major Crimes Unit."

Lin Tiansheng looked surprised: "Wong Sir is so powerful, he can even make decisions about personnel transfers."

"Sprinkle some water."

Huang Qixian waved his hand dismissively and said, "If I say a few more words to you and then suggest that the foreigners kill you, they will naturally transfer you to the most dangerous place."

"You wanted to prove yourself, huh? Well, I'll show you how to prove yourself properly!"

He wasn't some Justice of the Peace who could command respect from foreigners with a single word; he was just a lowly senior inspector. Unwilling to rely on old methods and leverage the influence of underworld figures, he started from the bottom, risking his life every step of the way.

Not long after Huang Qixian left, someone came to his door with a suspension order and confiscated Lin Tiansheng's identification. With a legitimate reason for leave, he no longer needed to stay in the dormitory. He left the police station, took a minibus back to his home on the thirteenth floor of Rongchang Building on Shanghai Street in Jordan.

This is the only property left by the previous owner after the anti-corruption storm. It is less than 1,000 square feet, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, and a market value of HK$400,000. Based on his income from ten years of police service, plus family support, he barely managed to pass the ICAC investigation and obtain a certificate from the Wealth Investigation Division.

When I bought it, it was intended for my parents to use in their old age. The decoration was simple, with only basic appliances such as a fan, refrigerator, and sofa, and not even an air conditioner.

Two years ago, his parents passed away one after the other, and the house became his residence. The rest of the properties and real estate he acquired through bribery were all entrusted to outsiders, some of whom were gangsters, and some of whom were his mistresses. After they got into trouble, they were all taken away without exception.

When Lin Tiansheng returned home, he opened the refrigerator and found cola, beer, and bread inside. There were also newly replenished cup noodles in the kitchen cabinet.

The bed sheets were still new, and the dining table and cabinets had been dusted off, which surprised people: "These days, are there still stupid women? Even if you don't pay her, she still does the housework and comes to clean every week?"

In his memory, all the mistresses he kept quickly went to find new rich men after their allowance was cut off. Only one, named Ah Feng, never spent a penny of his money, only helped him with a few small favors, yet he was impossible to get rid of. Once, she was caught doing cleaning work and was beaten and scolded by her former husband, but she still continued her philandering.

The name even matches the famous actress "Li Shaifeng," is it really true? My previous impressions of women were too vague, and I can't be sure based on just a vague impression. I'll have to wait for an opportunity to verify it.

After opening a bottle of beer and listening to the hissing sound of it being released, Lin Tiansheng looked pleased, crossed his legs, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

On the screen, TVB is airing the new drama "The Bund." The handsome Chow Yun-fat, in a black robe, captivates countless young girls, while the gentle and beautiful Angie Chiu, youthful and charming, becomes a "national sweetheart." Just like the script of the story, Hong Kong in the 1980s is prosperous and full of opportunities, much like Shanghai in its chaotic past. It has become a window to the outside world, with rapid economic development, heroes emerging from humble backgrounds, and even the smallest person has the opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Many celebrities, tycoons, and political strongmen may rise to prominence or establish their positions in the following decade.

Since he had taken a few days off, Lin Tiansheng didn't hesitate to spend the few Hong Kong dollars in his pocket, exploring all the tea restaurants, saunas, and foot massage parlors on Temple Street in Jordan, delving into the streets and alleys to experience the charm of Hong Kong.

Two days later, the Tsuen Wan Police Station called to say that the investigation was over and they could resume work.

Lin Tiansheng, dressed in plain clothes, returned to the police station with a relaxed expression. Inspector Qin Baoji took out his identification and handed it to him, then took out a transfer order and said, "Congratulations, Detective Lin, you've been transferred to the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit. Do a good job, your future is bright."

"Thank you for your kind words, Officer Qin." Lin Tiansheng took the transfer order in his hand and said with a sneer, "When I become successful one day, I will definitely not forget Officer Qin's help."

Qin Baoji gave a forced smile and said, "It's not really a smile."

After the man left, he lit a cigarette, his face contorting into a ferocious expression: "Damn it, let's see if you can keep up your arrogance. Do you think the Major Crimes Unit is just guarding a pond? If you run into those Manchu soldiers and ruthless bandits, you'll suffer a terrible death."

"Your name will definitely be on next month's death list."

For a police officer from the reservoir area to be transferred to the Major Crimes Unit is definitely a promotion, especially since it's from the rural New Territories to the lucrative West Kowloon.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lin Tiansheng had seriously offended the foreigners. When he left Tsuen Wan, not a single person came to see him off, not even his subordinates who had worked with him at the reservoir for three years.

Lin Tiansheng remained calm, carrying his belongings, and took a taxi to the West Kowloon Police District.

After showing his identification, he quickly found the Major Crimes Unit's office area on the second floor by following the street signs. A tall, thin young man with a full beard and a bowl cut was sitting by the door. He stood up to greet him: "Are you Lin Sir? The head is waiting for you in the office."

Most of the workstations were occupied; some were reading files, some were eating breakfast, and some were chatting. Upon hearing the noise, they all looked up, their eyes filled with scrutiny, surprise, and unfamiliarity.

Lin Tiansheng placed the box containing his personal belongings on the table, shook hands, and said, "Hello, what's your name?"

"Chen Sheng, just call me A-Sheng." Chen Sheng grinned, very sincerely: "I was on Boundary Street on the night of the 23rd."

West Kowloon is a large district, not a small police station. The Major Crimes Unit has more than 40 people, headed by a senior inspector who reports to the chief inspector of the Operations Branch.

He had several squads of inspectors under his command, and Chen Sheng, standing before him, was one of them. Lin Tiansheng said politely, "Officer Chen, please take care of me. What's your boss's position?"

"Pi Zhibang, Pi Sir." As Chen Sheng spoke, he led the way to a small office around the corner and lightly knocked on the door. Lin Tiansheng sneered, "So it's him, Pipi Shrimp, who picked that star."

Chen Sheng glanced at him in surprise, pushed open the door, straightened his back, stepped forward, stood at attention, and saluted: "Pi sir!"

Lin Tiansheng followed behind, imitating him.

"Brother Pi!"

With a composed expression, Pi Zhibang dismissed his subordinates, walked around his desk, took out a box of cigars, and offered it to them, saying, "Young Master Sheng, you can just call me Abang."

"The word 'Pi Sir' sounds too unfamiliar."

(End of this chapter)