Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Yang Liqing carefully took out the paper and handed it to Ye Haoxuan—it contained detailed markings of the rubber factory's layout, including guard positions, ammunition depots, and encrypted communication rooms. "Team Leader Ye, we've found the deployment map."

Ye Haoxuan took the deployment map, quickly glanced at it, and handed it to Song Zijie:

"Immediately send it back to the police station, have the technical department verify the coordinates, and simultaneously send them to the Macau police to discuss a joint raid plan. Also, have someone pry open the attic floor, count the money laundering funds, and seize and register them all."

He turned to look at Yang Liqing and saw her carefully examining the other paintings and calligraphy, afraid of missing any clues. His praise was undisguised. "Thanks to you this time, otherwise we would have had to go through a lot of trouble to find these hidden clues."

Yang Liqing smiled and shook his head: "I learned it all from you. Paying attention to details helps you avoid detours."

She walked to the corner of the cubicle and suddenly noticed an inconspicuous wooden box. When she opened it, she found several bronze badges engraved with the character "忠" (loyalty), which were the same style as the badges found on Ah Kun.

“Team Leader Ye, look at this. It should be the symbol of Lin Huai Le’s remnant party.”

Ye Haoxuan picked up the badge and ran his fingertips along the patterns on it:

"It seems that Lin Huai Le's remaining followers all have a unified identifier, which will help in the subsequent investigation of those who escaped the net."

As he spoke, he looked at his men and said, "Take Ah Chung back to the police station and interrogate him separately from Ah Kun and Lao Gui. Focus on verifying the details of the rubber factory's security arrangements and see if anything is being concealed."

Morning light streamed through the cubicle window, falling on the scattered ledgers, defense maps, and bronze badges.

Song Zijie led the police officers to escort Ah Zhong downstairs. The sound of prying open the floorboards came from the attic as the money laundering funds were counted and seized one by one.

Yang Liqing leaned against the window, watching the Causeway Bay street scene gradually become lively downstairs, feeling confident.

Ye Haoxuan walked to her side, and their gazes met as they looked at the street scene:

"The remnants of the party in Hong Kong Island have been basically wiped out. Next up is the rubber factory in Phnom Penh. This tough battle will depend on you and me working together."

Yang Liqing turned to look at him, her eyes firm and bright: "No matter where we go, I will stand by your side to the very end."

The warm morning light shone on the two of them, dispelling all the gloom.

The turmoil on Hong Kong Island is gradually subsiding, but the battlefield in Phnom Penh has already begun. A joint raid on Lin Huai-le's stronghold is being quietly prepared.

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The Haojiang police acted swiftly, and two days later, news came that the technical department had confirmed the coordinates of the deployment map were correct. The rubber factory was located next to a tributary of the Mekong River in the suburbs of Phnom Penh, surrounded by barbed wire and with three mobile sentries on the perimeter, which perfectly matched the details given by Ah Zhong.

The joint raid was scheduled for late at night. Ye Haoxuan and Yang Liqing set off with the Hong Kong Island Police Force squad and met up with the Hou Kong Police Force in the jungle near the rubber factory.

The jungle was unbearably hot and humid, with mosquitoes buzzing around. Yang Liqing tightened the gauze on his forearm, his fingertips clutching the bronze badge engraved with the character "Loyalty".

After several days of rest, her wounds had scabbed over, but she still habitually avoided putting pressure on them, yet her movements were not slow at all.

Ye Haoxuan walked beside her, noticing her unconsciously stroking the badge, and whispered a word of advice:

"There's a lot of abandoned machinery in the rubber factory, so don't get too close when we move around. Don't rush to find clues about the paint residue; make sure you're safe first."

Yang Liqing turned and nodded to him, the certainty in his eyes needing no words.

From the Time Gallery to the historic shops in Causeway Bay, and then to the exotic jungle, countless times walking side by side have etched their tacit understanding into their movements—she understands his caution, and he trusts her keenness.

Captain Chen from the Haojiang police handed over night vision goggles and lowered his voice:

"According to the deployment map, the arms depot is on the west side of the rubber factory, and the communications room is on the third floor of the main building. We will divide into four groups: one group will take out the outer sentries, the second group will block the Mekong River crossing, the third group will raid the depot, and you will lead the men and Officer Yang straight to the main building to arrest Lin Huai Le."

He paused, then added, "According to our informant, Lin Huai Le just sneaked back from Vietnam last night, accompanied by four bodyguards, all armed with fully automatic weapons."

At one o'clock in the morning, the signal for the raid was given by a clear bird call.

The outer sentries were silently subdued, a gap was cut in the barbed wire, and the team members crouched down and sneaked in. The roar of the machines inside the rubber factory masked their footsteps.

Yang Liqing followed Ye Haoxuan toward the main building. The rubber trees along the way emitted a sticky sap smell, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder, which made her nerves even more tense.

The guards on the first floor of the main building were completely unaware and were knocked unconscious by Ye Haoxuan's hand chop.

The two walked up the stairs. They heard the bodyguards talking on the second floor. Yang Liqing stopped first, made a "four people" gesture to Ye Haoxuan, and then pointed to the fire hydrant at the end of the corridor. There was a dark red stain on the wall there. It was a mineral pigment that she was familiar with, and it was the same as the mark on the Zhiguxuan vase.

Ye Haoxuan understood immediately, raised his hand to signal her to go around to the other side to restrain her, while he reached for the pistol at his waist.

A short, sharp thud followed, abruptly silencing the conversation in the corridor. Taking advantage of the bodyguards turning their heads, Yang Liqing swiftly kicked one of them in the knee while simultaneously snatching the gun from his hand. The remaining three bodyguards reacted quickly, and a gunshot shattered the silence, bullets grazing the walls and sending up shards of plaster.

Ye Haoxuan pulled Yang Liqing into the cubicle, his eyes quickly scanning the wall—the bricks below the paint stains showed signs of loosening, clearly indicating a hidden door.

“Lin Huai Le is definitely inside.” As soon as he finished speaking, the hidden door was suddenly pushed open, and a dark figure rushed out with a gun in hand. It was Lin Huai Le.

Gunshots rang out again. Ye Haoxuan shielded Yang Liqing behind him, raised his hand and fired, hitting Lin Huaile's wrist. The pistol clattered to the ground.

Lin Huai Le's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he turned to retreat into the hidden door, but Yang Li Qing grabbed him by the back of his collar—she deliberately avoided his injured forearm, and used all her strength to press him against the wall, her knee pressing against his lower back, her movements so steady that she didn't seem to have just been through a gunfight.

"Lin Huai Le, stop hiding." Ye Hao Xuan stepped forward, handcuffed his wrists, and glanced at the scene inside the hidden door:

The room was filled with encrypted hard drives and cash. On the wall hung a map of Southeast Asian smuggling routes, with multiple locations marked in red. "We've found your smuggling network and money laundering locations."

Lin Huaiyue's face turned ashen, and he spat out, "Kill me or torture me as you please, but you can't get any more clues out of me."

Yang Liqing released his grip and pointed to a speck of blue-green paint on his collar:

"This is malachite mineral pigment from Myanmar, which you only have in the darkroom of your rubber factory. We have found that you use this pigment to mark smuggled goods, from your art studio on Hong Kong Island to the antique shop in Causeway Bay, and here, there are traces at every location."