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

Chapter 59 The Root Cause is Rotten (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)

"Wow, that was fast, Young Master Sheng."

Pi Zhibang put down his teacup, somewhat dumbfounded.

Lin Tiansheng said, "It's a small case. Let's resolve it as soon as possible so we can take care of the Deng family."

"understand."

"But if even the SWAT team can't handle a case, then it's considered a minor case?" Pi Zhibang said with a sneer.

In the past, it would take half a year to handle a major case in West Kowloon, but now they are handling one case after another. The year-end summary report will definitely be quite impressive.

Lin Tiansheng waved his hand: "Next time, if the Flying Tigers can't handle a case, give it to me, I'll take care of it!"

"I'm so picky. It makes me look like I'm a kept man." Pi Zhibang watched Lin Tiansheng leave, muttering, "So impressive, he's got a bit of Brother Le's style back in the day."

Lin Tiansheng acted swiftly and decisively. He arrived at the office area, put his hands on his hips, and said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Old Ma, Acong, take the Deng brothers back to the police station."

"Everyone else can go home. We'll interrogate people tomorrow."

The six team members sat at the table, packing their things, and answered in unison, "Yes, sir."

After returning the equipment, Chicken Head went back to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) early to hand over the attendance sheet.

Today's fire, even if it's thrown on the dead, is pointless; it should all be attributed to Uncle Deng.

Deng Zongliang, with one hand on the helm and the phone in his right, was driving a Mercedes-Benz. Upon receiving news of Yao Feiyu's failure, he cursed, "Useless trash! What a fucking idiot! He called himself the King of Guns, what a loser! I wasted five years of my life supporting him!"

"Recently, the smuggling business has been put on hold. The situation is too tense. Be careful of Lin Tiansheng, understand?"

"Stinky Cheung," the Tuen Mun branch manager of the Lianying Society, muttered, "Brother Liang, the mainland boss is pressing us hard. If the border doesn't reopen this week, we'll have to wait until next month. The losses will be considerable."

Deng Zongliang angrily said, "If you're afraid of not dying, then arrange your own way, damn it!"

As soon as he hung up the phone, his cell phone was slammed onto the passenger seat; he certainly had a fiery temper.

Suddenly, a car cut in front from the left, and the passenger in the front passenger seat stretched out a hand and arrogantly slammed it against the siren on the roof, gradually slowing down.

Seeing cars on his left and behind him, Deng Zongliang took a deep breath, stepped on the brake, and waited for the police officer to walk to the car. After showing his identification, he rolled down the window and said with a stern face, "What is it, sir? Does the Serious Crimes Unit deal with speeding?"

Ma Delong remained expressionless, his gaze icy, as he pulled out handcuffs: "Deng Zongliang, stop playing dumb. Our boss wants to see you. Let's go."

The next day, morning.

Lin Tiansheng, wearing a brown cotton-linen shirt and a white sweater underneath, entered the office. As soon as he sat down, Zhang Jinrong stepped forward to report: "Boss, Deng Zongliang is very stubborn and is waiting to see a lawyer. Deng Zongming has smoked some marijuana and is asking for breakfast."

Lin Tiansheng hadn't expected Deng Zongming to have a habit of smoking marijuana, and said with amusement, "Get me some breakfast."

"A pair of mandarin ducks with a pineapple bun, how about that?"

"whatever."

When a family engages in shady dealings, its roots are rotten, and it will never produce good offspring.

Lin Tiansheng carried breakfast into the interrogation room, moved a chair aside, and began to eat heartily in front of Deng Zongming. Deng Zongming, wearing a Gucci belt and designer clothes, was handcuffed to the chair, sniffling, clearly hungry and drooling.

"Want some, Mingzai?"

Lin Tiansheng ate with great relish.

Despite his hunger and lack of sleep all night, Deng Zongming, his eyes bloodshot, pounded the table and shouted, "Bastard, I will not cooperate with you!"

"You even slept with the eldest sister-in-law, you definitely don't respect that big shot Deng Zongliang. Aren't you afraid I'll give him the photos?" Lin Tiansheng picked up a piece of pastry that had fallen off the pineapple bun, put it in his mouth, and observed Deng Zongming's expression.

Prior to this, Zhang Jinrong had privately approached A-Ming once, but A-Ming refused to cooperate. It seems that A-Ming felt that even if the matter were exposed, the consequences wouldn't be serious, and with Deng Yuchang's favoritism, it wouldn't lead to anyone's death. Cooperating with them would truly be fatal.

But Amin didn't go to the police station to contact him, that would be tantamount to self-destruction, no one is that stupid, otherwise Aliang would have been restricted in his freedom long ago.

Deng Zongming spat, a sense of righteousness appearing on his face: "You want me to betray my family? Dream on!"

Those who grow up in the countryside enjoy the benefits of the family system under the gentry's self-governance. Even if they are rotten, they value "family" more than life itself; even the worst person has something precious in their heart.

Lin Tiansheng understood and nodded: "Cooperating with me doesn't mean betraying the family. Uncle Deng is old, yet he's handing over the family's power to outsiders. Deng Zongliang is just an adopted son, how can he compare to you?"

“I’m not targeting the Deng family, I’m only targeting Deng Zongliang. Help me get rid of him, Uncle Deng will retire, you can become the boss, and we can cooperate. What do you think?”

A look of surprise crossed Deng Zongming's face: "You helped me get promoted?"

Lin Tiansheng sneered: "Who do you think I am, the ICAC? In this business, profit is everything. Which cop doesn't try to make money? It's just that Deng Zongliang won't cooperate with me, he won't even give me a chance to make money together, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

Deng Zongming scrutinized his expression; it was so real, so incredibly real. Combined with the corrupt cop's background, everything clicked. Ultimately, it was Deng Zongliang who had brought trouble upon his family!
The Lien Ying Society, the Customs and Excise Department, and the New Territories Police District all obeyed Tang Chung-leung. Why should the family's power fall into the hands of outsiders? He should cooperate with West Kowloon to kill them all, so that the Tang family could be in charge in the future.

Without even getting a sip of water, Deng Zongming ate a large flatbread, his face glowing, and excitedly said, "Good, good, you kill A Liang, and I'll cooperate with you."

“Smart guy.” Lin Tiansheng snapped his fingers and said, “To take down A-Liang, we need to dismantle his protective network within the police force first. I’ll call the guys in to take his statement later.”

Deng Zongming's eyes were cunning, and a ferocious smile appeared on his lips: "I know the account number they use for transactions!"

Lin Tiansheng's eyebrows twitched, feeling that Deng Zongming was really daring to speak his mind, and he quickly called Zhang Jinrong in to take a statement.

Black money accounts are irrefutable evidence; the Internal Investigations Unit and the ICAC can arrest and prosecute people by accessing transaction records.

Perhaps Deng Zongming didn't know the core accounts of the entire Deng family, but as long as they were related to smuggling transactions, it was enough to cut off the entire line.

Eliminate all of the Deng family's connections within the police force.

Zhang Jinrong successfully obtained the transcript and walked out of the interrogation room, exclaiming in surprise, "Deng Zongming really believed you! Don't you know we love to trick fools?"

Lin Tiansheng returned to his workstation, took a sip of tea, and sneered, "How much brains can you expect from someone who treats illicit activities as a source of family power?"

"I was so confused by all the marijuana I was flying around."

To a naive young man, a position of managing a family's criminal business, surrounded by a large number of followers, and respected by others, really does seem like that of a leader.

Little did they know that the Deng family's foundation lay in their fields, markets, land, population, and seats in the village council.

Those who manage this power are the true decision-makers in the Deng family. Judging from Deng Yuchang's plans, this position has always been reserved for Deng Zongming; A-Liang was simply where he belonged. Unfortunately, Deng Zongming was born a gangster, and he just couldn't see through it all.
(End of this chapter)