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

Chapter 47 I'll feed you thunder!

In the lobby of a tenement building on Sha Li Tou Street, Dao Zai Dong sat at a gambling table, his sharp eyes fixed on two big fish in front of him who spoke fluent English.

After losing one night in a row, the opponent had already borrowed over 500,000 yuan at exorbitant interest rates, which could double in a month with compound interest. By now, even the dumbest person would realize something was wrong.

A Singaporean man in a suit, sweating profusely, flipped over his cards and exclaimed, "Impossible! He beat me every single hand! There's something fishy going on!"

The junket operator at the gambling table sneered, "If you can't afford to play, don't play. If you think we're cheating, show us the evidence."

Nine out of ten gamblers bet with a small stake in the gambling den. They'll give the victim a small taste of success first, then gradually whittle down their losses. Once the victim is bankrupt and in debt to loan sharks, they'll detain them and force their family to send money for their ransom.

As long as you obediently pay your money, the casino owner won't cause any deaths. Dao Zai Dong sat in his chair, lit a cigar, and slowly exhaled. He was used to this and said calmly, "If you don't want to play, that's fine, just settle your bill."

"Fuck you! Cheating is against the rules! Believe me or not, I'll report you to the police!" The Singaporean slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and shouted, his imposing manner showing no sign of weakness, suggesting he had some powerful connections.

Lying in the grass on a hillside, Lanmingfei held up his binoculars. Upon seeing the signal, he picked up his headset and said, "Chicken Boss, get to work."

As a hitman's agent, one not only needs to know how to take jobs and collect money, but sometimes also needs to act as an observer, cooperating with the hitman. A good agent is a huge asset to a hitman. On each job, the agent and the hitman split the profits 50/50.

Seeing that the big fish still dared to jump up and shout, Dao Zai Dong was not surprised but pleased. He clapped and said, "Good, good, you are very confident. You two are people of status. You can easily settle a debt of several hundred thousand. Consider it making friends. Remember to mention my name next time you come to play."

"Ah Jie, give them a phone."

The junket operator had placed a landline phone next to the gambling table, connected to a telephone line. A sucker pushed the junket operator aside, reached across the table, and tried to snatch the debt note from the tabletop.

Dao Zai Dong narrowed his eyes, drew his Swiss Army knife from his waist, and slammed it down on the table. The curved blade met the back of the gambler's hand, and he said coldly, "Let's see if your hand is faster or my knife is faster. You piece of trash, trying to cause trouble in this place?"

Wearing a mask, Chicken Head easily vaulted over the wall, landing behind one of his henchmen. He brandished a dagger, viciously slashing across the neck, then turned and punched the second henchman squarely in the face. He then gripped the knife in his right hand, took a step forward, and plunged it into the chest.

In terms of boxing skills, he couldn't compare to Yunzai, but as a Silver Flute Award winner and a江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) assassin, he also possessed considerable skill, albeit with a more ruthless and deadly approach.

After dealing with the two watchdogs, Chicken Head received a gun swap, grabbed the Black Star, and approached along the wall. He then slipped to the living room doorway and fired several shots through the glass: "Bang bang bang!"

With a crash, the glass shattered, scattering like raindrops. Four men in the room, including junket operators and loan sharks, were all shot dead, each one struck in the head, dying instantly.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Dao Zai Dong was startled. Before he could react, he felt a warm liquid splash on his face, blurring his vision and making him afraid to move.

As someone with a background in the underworld, I knew all too well what had happened. Letting the scoundrel take the debt note, light it with a lighter, and destroy the evidence was unthinkable. It had fingerprints on it; leaving it at the scene and giving it to the police would cause trouble.

Chicken Head pressed the gun against Knife Boy Dong's head and said coldly, "Looks like your knife isn't as fast as my gun, Dong."

Dao Zai Dong remembered what Boss Kun had told him: things were getting tense lately, and he shouldn't go out partying anymore. He secretly regretted his actions. But could a gangster really resist killing a sucker he encountered?

Two Singaporeans, carrying backpacks, swept the cash off the table with glee. Those who dared to risk helping the assassin set up a scheme were desperate criminals; how could they not make money?

"Brother, which gang are you from?" Knife Dong hadn't let go of the knife in his hand yet. Chicken Head raised his hand and struck Knife Dong on the head with the butt of his gun, instantly knocking him unconscious. Then he looked at the two Singaporeans: "Leave half!"

Two o'clock in the morning.

A black Toyota pulled up at the entrance to the fishing boat dock. Chicken Head opened the car door, now wearing a brown jacket, his hair neatly styled, and the gun at his waist was undisguised. Lanmingfei followed, got out of the car, opened the trunk, and together they dragged the sacks onto the dock. They stopped ten meters away from a fishing boat, looking at the turbulent sea with a hint of fear in their eyes.

The goods were successfully delivered, the ship set sail, and entered the sea.

Zhang Jinrong got up in the cabin, picked up a fishing lamp, shone it on the face in the sack, and nodded, saying, "Boss, that's right."

"Wake him up." Lin Tiansheng sat with his legs apart at the bow of the boat, bending over.

Deng Gengyun opened the fish tank and dumped the knife-shaped fish into it like he was dumping garbage.

"puff"

Daozai Dong fell into the water and immediately began to struggle. In the narrow well, he struggled and said, "Let's talk this out, let's talk this out, everyone."

Deng Gengyun squatted on the deck, a sneer on his face, and said, "If you don't want to die, hand over the warehouse where Bearded Yong hides his weapons."

"Boss, I'm just a delivery boy. How do I know where the warehouse is? There are people who transport the goods. Please check carefully." Dao Zai Dong said with a mournful face, pretending to be stupid, his previous domineering attitude completely gone.

Deng Gengyun pulled out a grenade, his fingers gripping the pin, and showed it in his palm: "You don't know anything, sorry, I'll feed you a grenade."

Chen Anquan glanced at him, a sneer on his face. He thought Yunzai was stupid. He threw the backpack in his hand onto the bow of the boat: "More than 300,000 Hong Kong dollars. I didn't count it exactly. I just made it on the side."

Lin Tiansheng kicked it away: "You earned it yourself, so take it and spend it yourself. Afei did the work, so he should get a share too."

Chen Anquan's hair was blown by the sea breeze. He tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and exhaled, "We've already split it. Consider it a loan to you. Use it to start a business. Aren't you looking to open up avenues for wealth? I'll contribute some cash. If there's an opportunity, remember to promote me."

Lin Tiansheng gave Zhang Jinrong a look and said, "Brother Huangzhi, I won't be polite. Arong, take the money."

Zhang Jinrong tightened his grip on the gun holster and nodded to Chen Anquan.

Deng Gengyun swerved the latch, pretending to throw it into the water tank, which startled Dao Zai Dong, who shouted, "No way, boss!"

"boom."

The grenade was thrown into the sea.

Before Deng Gengyun could threaten him again, Lin Tiansheng stood up, raised his gun, and said, "I won't talk to this piece of trash. If you want to be loyal, your whole family will die together!"

Dao Zai Dong felt as if his throat was blocked, unable to speak. He had already guessed the background of the people involved and had no doubt that the corrupt police would kill his entire family.

Those who offended corrupt police officers in the past were not the first to be wiped out and their families wiped out. In the underworld, some people doubt the credibility of corrupt police officers and curse them as a bunch of scoundrels, but no one doubts their evil, which is even worse than that of the underworld!

"boom."

Lin Tiansheng pulled the trigger of his Black Star pistol, and a bullet entered the water. Dao Zai Dong closed his eyes, let out a wail, and shouted in terror, "A shipment is arriving next week! Next week!"

(End of this chapter)