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

Chapter 65 New Territories Riots! (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)
When Lin Tiansheng and Deng Gengyun returned to the police station, it was not yet ten o'clock. The corrupt police squad had not yet set off, so they took advantage of the time difference and just received a call from the kidnappers.

Cheung Kam-wing strode forward: "Boss, the intelligence department has located the dialing address. It's in a public phone booth in East Kowloon. Paparazzi, the nearest uniformed police cars, and the mobile unit are all rushing there."

"What conditions did the bandits offer?" Lin Tiansheng looked at Li Zhongying sitting in the lounge. He had deliberately kept Li Zhongying at the police station because he was considering eavesdropping on his conversations.

Whether it's asking for money, making peace, or setting conditions.

Kidnappers always need to contact the family members.

Zhang Jinrong said, "The kidnappers want two million Hong Kong dollars and want Lai Chung-ying to go to Tsz Wan Shan to pay the money."

"Tell Mr. Li to stall for a while longer." Lin Tiansheng looked down at his watch. With the intelligence department's tracking technology, route positioning, and paparazzi tracking, it would take at least fifteen minutes to react. Seven minutes had already passed, and the location had been successfully locked, but the manpower had not yet arrived.

If we can identify the person making the call, finding the hostage will become much easier.

Zhang Jinrong added, "The intelligence department has already spoken to you."

At this moment, the kidnapper hung up the phone. Li Zhongying reluctantly put down his mobile phone and, surrounded by several intelligence officers, looked bewildered, his emotions complex and hard to conceal.

Zeng Chaoxiang, the person in charge of the monitoring team, took the notebook and handed it to Lin Tiansheng, saying, "Officer Lin, the content of the call is in here."

"Thank you, Inspector Tsang."

The surveillance team is a technical department, and the leaders are all college graduates with relevant skills. They are police officers who pass the entrance exam and are promoted to probationary inspector. They are much more outstanding than paparazzi.

Lin Tiansheng took the notebook, flipped through the conversation between the kidnapper and the victim, and came to Li Zhongying: "Mr. Li, don't worry, I've exchanged two chips for you. In this gamble, the only winners will be us, and if we lose, we both lose, understand?"

Li Zhongying understood his aptitude and his expression became much firmer. He thanked him and said, "Thank you, Lin sir. I understand."

As a big boss, he has gone to great lengths, which is beyond reproach. We can't abandon all the efforts of the police just for his wife and daughter who are just fronts.

Deng Gengyun followed the boss and whispered, "Brother Sheng, can we trust Inspector Tian's gang?"

A policeman without a uniform isn't a policeman; he's just a gangster in a uniform. Lin Tiansheng, holding a cigarette, stood by the window, gazing at the moonlight, and understood Deng Gengyun's worries perfectly.

But he knew that exploitation was a two-way street. He was valuable to the active corrupt cops, and he remained valuable to the dismissed ones. Only he could pull those bastards out of the mire and make them live like human beings again. Why bother about their intentions? As long as they could be used by him, he would use them boldly. At worst, he would discard them after they had served their purpose. In the end, it all came down to who had the bigger fist and the stronger gun!
Ten minutes later, paparazzi member Tam Ka-ming sent back a message: "Not enough time, couldn't find the person."

After confirming that the disappearance of Lai Chung-ying's family had become a kidnapping case, Chung Chi-wai no longer needed to avoid danger and officially intervened in the investigation. She went to the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, took over the intelligence team, and ordered over the phone: "Send the team back first. When we pay the money tomorrow, I will send two more teams. We must not lose them."

"Yes, sir!"

In the conference room, Zhihui began planning tomorrow's actions, while in the office area, Ma Delong and several others slept fully clothed, their snores gradually rising.

Just as Lin Tiansheng and Zhang Jinrong were chatting, the office alarm suddenly went off again, startling Ma Delong, Gao Zicong, and the other two to their feet: "What's going on?"

As soon as Cheung Kam-wing answered the emergency call, before he could even speak, the sirens hanging on the wall blared, and all the offices in the West Kowloon Police Station sounded their sirens and flashed their lights. More than seventy officers on duty from various departments and teams were jolted awake, their eyes wide with disbelief, and they rushed to the armory.

According to the Emergency Regulations Ordinance, police sirens will only be sounded when the police force enters a state of emergency or when a police station in a jurisdiction is attacked.

Even the lowest level of emergency, Level 3, requires the Governor's Office to sign off. What situation would require the Governor's signature in the middle of the night? It's important to understand that once the Governor signs off, all police officers will have their leave canceled, all uniformed officers will unconditionally gain the right to carry firearms, and the first thing they will do upon arriving at their posts is to collect their weapons.

The police force will rapidly expand in strength, becoming the largest armed force above the British troops stationed in Hong Kong, and the Commissioner of Police's power will surpass that of the Governor during a state of emergency.

"A mobilization order!" After hearing the news from the police station, Zhang Jinrong put down the phone, turned to look at Lin Tiansheng, who looked puzzled, and muttered, "A large-scale gathering has occurred in Ping Shan Estate, New Territories, with more than 500 people, armed with weapons. The roads have been closed and roadblocks have been set up. It is suspected to be an armed riot."

The expressions on Lin Tiansheng, Zhong Zhihui, and the others' faces instantly became quite interesting.

No wonder the governor doesn't sleep and has to get up in the middle of the night to sign documents.

It turns out that another "riot" has broken out in the New Territories.

Under the system of gentry self-governance, whenever the gentry of the New Territories had political demands, they were accustomed to mobilizing villagers, gathering to set up roadblocks, blocking land border crossings, cutting off land transport between Hong Kong and mainland China, and then calling on community groups and civil society organizations to gather in order to achieve their goals.

Examples include the "Double Ten Incident," the "June 7 Incident," and the "Star Ferry fare increase riot."
Small-scale riots occur every five years, while large-scale riots occur every ten years. While gaining enormous political and unification benefits, these riots also inflict PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) on the Hong Kong government.

Almost never, the villagers of the New Territories have lost!

This time, however, Uncle Deng had no idea that there was a mole in his family. The police and Lianji had a considerable amount of evidence and were just waiting for the witnesses to speak.

Don't underestimate Pingshan's current armed force of only 500 people. Tomorrow morning, just by taking the position of chairman of the Dengbo Township Council, the elders of all the major clans will send people to participate in the rally. It won't be a problem to gather an armed force of a thousand people in the short term.

If this situation continues to develop, all the associations connected with the rural elites of the New Territories will step in, and it may grow into a large gathering of tens of thousands of people in just a few days.

For the Hong Kong government, the priority is to quell the incident as soon as possible, prepare to appease the situation, and be ready to use force.

Deng Gengyun's face was a mix of red and blue, illuminated by the flashing lights of police sirens. He stammered, "Was it really necessary to make such a big fuss?"

Chung Chi-hui took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and was very excited: "The bigger the better, the more people involved, the less it is my business, but a matter of stability for the Hong Kong government."

"I'm afraid even the top leader hasn't had a good night's sleep; he has to rush back to headquarters to work overtime."

During this period, the Sino-British negotiations had just begun, and the Hong Kong government attached great importance to social stability.

A loud thud echoed through the office as someone slammed their fist on the table.

Lin Tiansheng said, "Go and collect the equipment."

"receive."

The entire team responded loudly, ran to the armory, collected bulletproof vests, rifles, and grenades, and stood ready fully armed. Uncle Deng had really blown things up, but unfortunately, his reliance on established methods wasn't always effective.

The stage curtain rises, and if we can win over Uncle Deng, the report can be handed over to the top leader.

Lin Tiansheng is like "an awl in a bag—the sharpest point will naturally emerge."
No one can hide his brilliance.

Whether it's the chief inspector or the superintendent, all the former remnants of the gang have to bow their heads and listen to his orders!

If they cannot suppress Uncle Deng, perhaps the Commissioner of Police could issue an order to dismiss him to appease public anger, ultimately turning him into a mangled corpse in Hong Kong.

"Damn, that's awesome." Lin Tiansheng cursed under his breath, his hands trembling with excitement. He disregarded manners and dialed Huang Qixian's number in the middle of the night.

(End of this chapter)