Chapter 291: Poor Wong Bing-Yiu
Lin Feng casually sold out Chen Sir, or rather, his secret identity.
In this world, everyone sells each other out; it's the norm.
"Seraph?"
Wong Bing-Yiu felt a toothache.
"It's the world's number one assassin. How did that Old Japanese Devil provoke such a terrifying existence?"
Lin Feng's tone turned sour:
"You want to stick up for the Old Japanese Devil?"
Wong Bing-Yiu gave a bitter smile.
"I wish I could end that Old Japanese Devil with my own hands. How could I possibly stick up for him?"
"He provoked the King of Assassins; that old fellow deserves to die."
Lin Feng sneered:
"If I hadn't received the news late, I would have sent people to kill that Old Japanese Devil too."
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"Mr. Lin's attitude towards Foreigners... I believe it!"
Lin Feng smiled:
"Chief Huang, actually, you don't need to worry about the Old Japanese Devil."
Wong Bing-Yiu quickly said:
"Mr. Lin, please don't misunderstand."
"I absolutely did not mean that. I wish all those Old Japanese Devils would just die."
Lin Feng let out a heavy sigh:
"I don't care what you're thinking. You don't need to worry about the Old Japanese Devil's death."
"That old fellow knew his sins were grave and that retribution would come sooner or later, so he set up a revenge fund early on."
"He invested in it every year."
"By the time he died, this fund had accumulated a staggering 100 million US dollars."
"From the moment his death was confirmed, the revenge fund was activated, and now it's contacting assassins worldwide."
"Naturally, there will be assassins targeting Seraph."
Wong Bing-Yiu exclaimed:
"100 million US dollars? Assassins from all over the world?"
Chief Huang felt his scalp tingle.
"Assassins from all over the world are going to flock to Hong Kong?"
Lin Feng thought for a moment:
"That might be a bit of an exaggeration. The revenge fund will probably conduct some screening."
Wong Bing-Yiu said exasperatedly:
"Isn't that the same thing?"
"All the assassins who can pass the revenge fund's screening are among the world's most renowned. With so many assassins converging in Hong Kong, how heavy will our public security pressure be!"
Lin Feng said with considerable sympathy:
"Then I am powerless."
Chief Huang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
There was nothing left to say.
Lin Feng had upheld his code of conduct, informed him of the killer of the Old Japanese Devil, and even freely revealed the Tsukamoto Family's revenge fund. What more could he ask of him?
Ask Hung Hing to send people to help eliminate the assassins?
Please, they're assassins!
How is that any different from sending Hung Hing's disciples to their deaths?
Wong Bing-Yiu exasperatedly hung up the phone and said to Chan Yan-kin, who was looking at him eagerly:
"Things are troublesome."
"We have to deal with countless assassins!"
Chan Yan-kin's eyes widened like brass bells:
"It's just an Old Japanese Devil; it can't be that big of a deal, can it?"
Wong Bing-Yiu relayed the information Lin Feng had given him, and Chan Yan-kin felt numb all over:
"That Old Japanese Devil truly deserved to die."
"He had a good sense of self-awareness."
Wong Bing-Yiu roared:
"I don't give a damn whether these Old Japanese Devils live or die!"
"We finally got a day off, and now we have to work non-stop again."
"That's 100 million US dollars. It's foreseeable that all the famous assassins in the world will come to Hong Kong."
"The current situation in the underworld is already delicate, and now it's even more so."
"If there's a single accidental discharge, the underworld is bound to fall into chaos."
Chan Yan-kin broke out in a cold sweat:
"Chief, you're right."
"So, should we notify Customs to keep a close eye on those assassins?"
Wong Bing-Yiu vented his frustration and then calmly said:
"The temptation of 100 million US dollars is too great. How can you stop them?"
"They have plenty of ways to get to Hong Kong."
"Don't forget, this place is known as the'Spy Capital of the East'."
Chan Yan-kin also felt numb.
The two looked at each other, both letting out a long sigh, as if two more wrinkles had appeared on their faces.
Suddenly, Chan Yan-kin's eyes lit up:
"Chief, we need to report this news immediately."
Wong Bing-Yiu said in a deep voice:
"It definitely needs to be reported, but besides making the brother districts nervous, it won't do anything to alleviate the situation."
Chan Yan-kin quickly said:
"This isn't just a matter for our West Kowloon District; it's a task for all the police officers in Hong Kong."
Wong Bing-Yiu paced back and forth with his hands behind his back:
"I know..."
"Who did you assign to this case?"
Chan Yan-kin shrugged:
"Yuen Ho-Wan!"
Wong Bing-Yiu was surprised:
"Didn't Yuen Ho-Wan go to Fanling on official business today?"
Chan Yan-kin whispered:
"Big D's transfer was arranged long ago. The underworld is calm; there isn't even an old gangster trying to cause trouble for Big D."
Sam Shing Temple opened its doors wide, and three thousand disciples and numerous underworld figures witnessed Big D's transfer.
Normally, in such situations, rival Triads would come out to stir up trouble.
No matter what, they wouldn't let Big D transfer smoothly.
But the current situation was that Big D transferred smoothly, and there wasn't even anyone to speak out against it.
"Yuen Ho-Wan and his team basically had a day off."
"Working a bit of overtime now is fine."
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed.
"The mood is completely different."
"However, it's good to have that guy investigate. He can keep those Old Japanese Devils in check."
Just as he was speaking, Yuen Ho-Wan knocked and entered:
"Chief, Sir, I have a lead in my investigation."
Wong Bing-Yiu asked:
"You went to the scene. What's the situation?"
Yuen Ho-Wan's expression was solemn:
"The Old Japanese Devil died from a gunshot, right between the eyebrows."
"The shooter is an absolute master."
"He used multiple shots as one to kill that Old Japanese Devil."
Chan Yan-kin quickly said:
"You can call him an Old Japanese Devil here with the Chief, but when you go out, remember to refer to him as the deceased."
"Don't let the media catch you out."
Yuen Ho-Wan pouted. He didn't refute the statement, but he still had to say that Tsukamoto was an Old Japanese Devil.
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned:
"Did it take multiple shots to kill the Old Japanese Devil? Wasn't that overkill?"
Yuen Ho-Wan quickly said:
"I didn't explain it clearly. That Old Japanese Devil was hiding behind bulletproof glass."
"The shooter initially used a shotgun, but after finding it ineffective, he decisively switched weapons."
"He used a handgun to continuously hit the same spot, making multiple shots into one, not only shattering the bulletproof glass but also directly killing the Old Japanese Devil."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin were both moved.
"Multiple shots as one, hitting the same spot—what a master!"
Both were experienced police officers and knew how difficult it was to shoot like that.
Handguns have recoil, and holding one up is tiring.
If the aiming angle was slightly off, such high damage couldn't be achieved.
To be able to make multiple shots into one shows that the shooter's aim didn't change at all. He absorbed all the recoil, even with ease.
That's how the Old Japanese Devil had no time to react.
A master, a super master!
Chan Yan-kin quickly asked:
"Are there any traces at the scene?"
Yuen Ho-Wan shrugged:
"There are no effective traces whatsoever."
Seeing their disbelief, Yuen Ho-Wan explained,
"There really are no effective traces at all."
"The hotel where that Old Japanese Devil was staying was run by the Tsukamoto Family themselves."
"The room was so clean it shone."
"Besides the Old Japanese Devil's dead body, not a single hair was left behind."
"Oh, and because this guy was hiding behind bulletproof glass, it took us a considerable amount of time to get in."
Chan Yan-kin frowned:
"What about surveillance?"
Yuen Ho-Wan sighed:
"The surveillance also yielded no clues whatsoever."
Chan Yan-kin said in disbelief:
"The shooter can't fly, can he?"
Yuen Ho-Wan shrugged:
"No, not that."
"The people responsible for the Old Japanese Devil's security were from the Tsukamoto Family, and unfortunately, they all died."
"Not a single person was spared."
Chan Yan-kin was stunned:
"Died?"
Yuen Ho-Wan held out his palm:
"All eight people died."
"Among them were three armed snipers and five guys on duty in the surveillance room."
"I checked; they are all Tsukamoto Do's private soldiers, not security guards."
Chan Yan-kin kept shaking his head:
"Impossible. The surveillance room couldn't have been moved, could it?"
"No matter what, there should be traces left behind."
Yuen Ho-Wan gave a bitter smile:
"This guy is a true master."
"An absolute master."
"His anti-reconnaissance ability is incredibly strong."
"He didn't leave us a single hard drive from the surveillance room."
"The hard drives storing the surveillance footage vanished completely."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin both nodded.
Such actions were not beyond their expectations.
If the other party hadn't been cautious, that would have been what surprised them.
Yuen Ho-Wan stated directly:
"It's basically impossible to find the killer himself by searching the scene."
"Everyone who saw the killer's true face was silenced."
And those surviving staff naturally couldn't provide any information.
This master only killed the Old Japanese Devil and his security personnel; he didn't touch anyone else.
What a man!
Wong Bing-Yiu glared at him fiercely:
"If you dare to say such things outside, I'll make you patrol the streets on a police motorcycle!"
Yuen Ho-Wan chuckled:
"Isn't this just in front of the two officers?"
The Hot-shot Detective said frankly,
"No matter where this guy came from, I have a good impression of him for cleanly taking out the Old Japanese Devil."
"Officer, should we just go through the motions and call it a day?"
"Our brothers aren't very interested in tracking down this master."
"Anyway, it was the Old Japanese Devil who died. It should be fine if we turn a blind eye, right?"
Wong Bing-Yiu shook his head:
"No way!"
Yuen Ho-Wan asked in surprise:
"Chief Huang, don't you also dislike the Old Japanese Devil?"
Wong Bing-Yiu smiled bitterly:
"You don't know the seriousness of the matter."
Yuen Ho-Wan pouted,
"It's just an Old Japanese Devil who died; it would be better if they all died out."
"Anyway, if there's trouble, it's not our problem."
"Naturally, the Foreigners and the Japanese Devils will bicker."
"Why should we get involved in this mess?"
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed heavily,
"If only it were that simple."
Yuen Ho-Wan asked in surprise:
"Is there still some trouble?"
Wong Bing-Yiu smiled bitterly:
"Trouble?"
"It's practically a disaster from the heavens."
Yuen Ho-Wan said cautiously:
"Chief Huang, aren't you exaggerating?"
Wong Bing-Yiu didn't answer but asked instead:
"Do you have any leads on the killer?"
Yuen Ho-Wan hesitated for a moment but still said:
"I investigated the Old Japanese Devil's background. He served in the military during World War II and even, damn it, was stationed in Hong Kong."
"During that time, he committed many heinous acts."
"They missed him during the trials back then; those guys were truly negligent."
"However, after so many years, most of the Old Japanese Devil's enemies are no longer alive."
"Coincidentally, there's still one in Hong Kong who hasn't forgotten about the Old Japanese Devil."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin both looked up:
"Someone wants to kill Tsukamoto Do?"
Yuen Ho-Wan finally said:
"Yes!"
"Yesterday, someone placed an advertisement in a newspaper recruiting a killer, directly revealing Tsukamoto Do's identity."
"I checked with the newspaper office; it was placed by an old uncle."
"The old uncle is the only one left in his family. All his savings were plundered by Tsukamoto Do with a box of military notes. Also because of Tsukamoto Do, his wife hanged herself, and his parents died tragically..."
"The old uncle is also gravely ill and doesn't have long to live. Before he dies, he has one lingering wish: to kill the Old Japanese Devil for revenge."
"He has no money, only a box of military notes."
"Who knew that yesterday, a master took on this job and killed that guy."
"If this were ancient times, he would at least be a knight-errant."
Wong Bing-Yiu said coldly:
"In modern times, he's also a knight-errant!"
Yuen Ho-Wan clapped his hands:
"Chief Huang, you agree too, right?"
"Investigating this kind of thing is dead troublesome. Let's just put in minimal effort; are we really going to seek justice for the Old Japanese Devil?"
"The Old Japanese Devil has no justice whatsoever!"
Wong Bing-Yiu cursed:
"Don't I know all this?"
"Who wants to uphold justice for the Old Japanese Devil?"
"Stop rambling and quickly tell me, what else have you found?"
Yuen Ho-Wan simply revealed everything he had found,
"I investigated Uncle Liang's recent contacts and found one person."
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately tensed up:
"Who?"
Yuen Ho-Wan's expression became very strange:
"A Young and Dangerous named E Lao."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Chan Yan-kin were equally stunned:
"A Young and Dangerous?"
The two looked at each other and quickly asked,
"Which Triad is he from?"
Yuen Ho-Wan shook his head:
"He's not involved with any Triad."
"He has no connection with any of the current Triads in the underworld."
"Specifically, this guy is a scammer."
Wong Bing-Yiu was startled:
"Someone from the 'Thousand Doors' (a term for con artists)?"
Yuen Ho-Wan still shook his head:
"He's not considered one of the 'Thousand Doors'."
"He's just a small Young and Dangerous."
"His file in our Police Force is huge."
"It's simply unbearable to look at."
"However, right after the newspaper ad was published, he sent a message to Uncle Liang saying he took the job."
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately asked:
"In your judgment, is this E Lao that master?"
Yuen Ho-Wan decisively said:
"No!"
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned slightly:
"So certain?"
Yuen Ho-Wan nodded solemnly:
"That's right, I'm certain."
Wong Bing-Yiu pressed on:
"Why?"
Yuen Ho-Wan smiled bitterly:
"The height doesn't match!"
"This E Lao is only 1.5 meters tall, too short."
"The height of the bullet hole is 1.7 meters."
"Unless E Lao shot with his hands raised, it would be impossible to achieve that."
"E Lao is not that master."
"I checked his background, and no one around him matches the characteristics of the master."
"Chief Huang, it's not that I'm trying to shirk responsibility, but we don't know any information about the master right now."
"Is he male or female? How old? What's his profession? What are his physical features... we know absolutely nothing."
"How do we investigate a case like this?"
Wong Bing-Yiu snorted coldly:
"The world's number one assassin, of course, isn't easy to investigate."
Yuen Ho-Wan was startled:
"The world's number one assassin? Seraph?"
"Was it him who killed the Old Japanese Devil?"
"That fits Seraph's persona; he specializes in killing villains and bullies."
Yuen Ho-Wan was very happy. The Old Japanese Devil was extremely evil, and with such a master taking him out, his mood was lifted.
However, Yuen Ho-Wan immediately felt something was off,
"That's not right, Chief Huang, how did you know?"
"The master didn't leave a single clue."
Wong Bing-Yiu didn't hide it from him:
"I consulted an expert."
"In all of Hong Kong, when it comes to the most well-informed, besides him, who else is there?"
Yuen Ho-Wan suddenly realized:
"Mr. Lin!"
No wonder!
If there was truly one person in Hong Kong who knew the truth about Tsukamoto Do's death, it could only be Lin Feng, no one else.
Yuen Ho-Wan wondered:
"How does Mr. Lin get his information?"
"How does he know everything?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said lightly:
"Mr. Lin has access to mysterious sources of information. Actually, for us, it's a good thing. His relationship with us is quite good."
"When we encounter difficulties, finding Mr. Lin is the right thing to do."
Yuen Ho-Wan nodded repeatedly.
However, for a dignified police officer to rely on outsiders to solve cases, it felt quite subtle.
But there was nothing they could do; who made their intelligence inferior to his?
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed heavily:
"I don't care who Seraph is, and I don't want to avenge that Old Japanese Devil, but right now there's a huge problem that requires us to use this case as an entry point..."
Yuen Ho-Wan said blankly:
"What's the trouble with that?"
"It's just passing the buck. That Old Japanese Devil is, after all, an Okamoto. This is Hong Kong, our territory. Can he pass the buck better than us?"
"The Anglo-Saxon Foreigners won't give face to the Japanese Devils, right?"
"As long as we drag it out for a day or two, that little Japanese Devil can just go back where he came from."
"Is there any other trouble?"
Wong Bing-Yiu smiled bitterly:
"If only it were that simple."
"I received news..."
Yuen Ho-Wan was nonchalant. What news could be so important?
"Mr. Lin told me some news."
Yuen Ho-Wan immediately put away his indifferent thoughts; every word Lin Feng said was valuable.
"Tsukamoto Do, that Old Japanese Devil, set up a revenge fund before his death. As long as he died unexpectedly, the revenge fund would be activated, inviting assassins from all over the world to avenge him."
Yuen Ho-Wan frowned:
"Invite assassins from all over the world? That's a bit too boastful, isn't it?"
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed heavily. Yuen Ho-Wan got goosebumps listening to that sigh.
"The amount in this Old Japanese Devil's revenge fund is too large."
"It has been running until now, reaching a staggering 100 million US dollars."
"Tell me, is that enough to hire assassins?"
Yuen Ho-Wan was startled:
"There are plenty of rascals in Hong Kong who kill for 100,000 dollars... With 100 million US dollars, wouldn't Hong Kong be swarming with assassins?"
Wong Bing-Yiu nodded solemnly:
"Yes, that's right."
"We must control these assassins!"
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Chapter 292: Shifting Blame
Yuen Ho-Wan was completely dumbfounded:
"All the top-ranked assassins in the world are gathering in Hong Kong?"
"Isn't that insane?"
"They are all assassins, treating the law as a plaything."
"How can we control them?"
The Hot-shot Detective was almost driven mad by Chief Wong Bing-Yiu's words.
Control?
Are assassins easy to control?
He really wanted to know how Fatal Scissor Kick was going to be controlled.
Wong Bing-Yiu roared:
"If I knew how to control them, would I be asking for your opinion?"
The two exchanged glances, looking quite troubled.
This was indeed a big problem.
Chan Yan-kin made his stance clear:
"Our single district definitely can't handle this. We must report it to Headquarters, and if necessary, to the Security Bureau."
Wong Bing-Yiu calmly said, "It's useless."
"Those Foreigners will only pass the pressure on to us district Chiefs."
"The pressure will still fall on us."
Chan Yan-kin frowned deeply.
The higher-ups just talk, and the subordinates run themselves ragged.
The Foreigners would definitely ignore the Old Japanese Devil's one hundred million dollar revenge fund. All they want is for the assassins not to disturb the normal work and lives of ordinary people.
Besides constantly calling the district Chiefs, they wouldn't be able to help at all.
"But if we don't report it, you'll be the one to suffer later."
Wong Bing-Yiu walked back and forth with his hands behind his back:
"Of course, we have to report it."
"That Old Japanese Devil's assassin fund... Damn, it makes me angry just thinking about it. What kind of decent person would set up such a fund?"
"Do you think the Anglo-Saxon Foreigners can put pressure on Okamoto's side?"
Chan Yan-kin decisively shook his head:
"No."
"Among the Anglo-Saxon families, America is dominant. As for the Anglo-Saxon homeland... they are just following America's lead."
"Their economy is far inferior to Okamoto's now, so there's no way they can increase pressure on them."
In Hong Kong society, the wealthy are the bosses.
In interactions between countries, it's natural for wealthy countries to speak louder.
With the Anglo-Saxon's financial power, it took them forty-nine days to fight a small Falklands War, and it almost bankrupted their cabinet—who would believe that?
Yet, this is the reality.
Okamoto doesn't care about the Anglo-Saxon homeland at all.
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"Yes, the Anglo-Saxons can't have any influence on Okamoto, unless it's America."
"We are beyond their reach."
Yuen Ho-Wan suddenly said:
"Ordinary agencies definitely won't work, but what about Military Intelligence Agencies?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was startled.
Yuen Ho-Wan chuckled:
"Chief, we definitely have to follow procedures."
"However, we might as well sell this information a couple of times."
Wong Bing-Yiu blurted out:
"George of the Political Department?"
Yuen Ho-Wan pouted:
"Exactly, George of the Political Department."
"Isn't that guy willing to do such things?"
Wong Bing-Yiu's eyes flickered:
"Mr. Lin told me that George was ordered to Hong Kong not only to disrupt social order but also with a deeper purpose—to make money!"
"This one hundred million dollars..."
At that moment, he had an idea.
"You two be careful when you go back."
Chan Yan-kin was surprised:
"Be careful?"
"Aren't we supposed to warn the brothers about the assassins?"
Wong Bing-Yiu helplessly said:
"Do you even know the names and characteristics of the world's top-ranked assassins?"
"You tell the brothers to be careful, but you don't provide any information."
Chan Yan-kin inwardly cursed himself for being foolish.
Isn't that exactly it? The Chief has been troubled by the assassins.
After the two left, Wong Bing-Yiu immediately called George.
Elizabeth answered:
"Huang, what do you need?"
Wong Bing-Yiu frowned:
"I'm looking for George."
Elizabeth secretly glanced at George, who subtly shook his head.
"The Officer is busy..."
Wong Bing-Yiu said coldly:
"In that case, I won't tell him about this. Let George go ask Police Commissioner himself later."
Elizabeth quickly looked at George again. George thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and spoke in a foreign language:
"Huang, this is George."
Wong Bing-Yiu mocked:
"You came to Hong Kong to work and didn't even learn Chinese. Are you planning to only deal with Foreigners?"
George calmly said:
"I will learn."
"What do you need?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said indifferently:
"I have a case here, but the West Kowloon Police Headquarters can't handle it..."
George was a seasoned veteran:
"Then you should report it directly to Police Commissioner. You are a district Chief, you should know the proper procedure."
Wong Bing-Yiu chuckled:
"I was trying to do you a favor, but you're giving me airs?"
"Alright, this one hundred million dollar case, you can go ask Police Commissioner yourself."
George's expression immediately changed:
"My dear Huang, we are the closest colleagues. I was wrong just now."
"Please, you must tell me about this case."
Wong Bing-Yiu cursed:
"You, your eyes light up at the mention of money. Have you fallen into a money pit?"
George chuckled:
"If this case really works out, you won't be without benefits."
Elizabeth's eyes almost popped out.
Since when was Officer George so easy to talk to?
George didn't care what Wong Bing-Yiu said, nor what Elizabeth thought of him.
Wong Bing-Yiu was currently in a delicate moment, the kind that was "invincible."
George had experienced Wong Bing-Yiu's formidable nature before—he was truly unyielding when it came to business, not giving face to anyone.
Now this guy suddenly called him; there must be something fishy going on.
If he didn't get to the bottom of it, George would go crazy.
Wong Bing-Yiu said coldly:
"Your G4 Special Police have made consecutive mistakes recently, and I imagine the higher-ups are already watching you."
"To some extent, you and I are both like mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, barely able to save ourselves."
"We are like brothers in misfortune, and it's necessary for us to exchange information."
George's heart skipped a beat.
Wong Bing-Yiu's words immediately ignited George's anger.
Who would have thought that he, an Anglo-Saxon intelligence officer, would repeatedly mess up on minor matters?
This was something George never expected before he left for Hong Kong.
It was truly baffling.
But this was the reality.
Even though George was indeed an elite of Anglo-Saxon Military Intelligence, in this situation, he was completely helpless.
It was embarrassing.
Very embarrassing!
"Huang, I hope you're not trying to humiliate me."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind showing you what I can do."
Wong Bing-Yiu sneered:
"Don't you know your own situation?"
"Cut the crap."
"A murder just occurred in the West Kowloon district. A financier from Okamoto was killed."
George didn't care at all.
"Just a financier from Okamoto. He died, so what? Does that move you?"
Wong Bing-Yiu nodded:
"Your attitude towards Okamoto pleases me."
"Well then, I'll share what I know with you. I believe you'll be interested."
George was already losing interest. It was just a financier from Okamoto who died, yet it moved Wong Bing-Yiu. It seemed he had overestimated Wong Bing-Yiu.
"This Old Japanese Devil knew he wasn't a good person, so he set up a revenge fund for himself while he was alive."
"The fund usually lies dormant, but once the Old Japanese Devil is killed, it will be immediately activated and begin its revenge."
"Now this fund has accumulated one hundred million dollars."
"I have some unfortunate news for you: the fund has already sent invitations to the world's top assassins, asking them to gather in Hong Kong to avenge this Old Japanese Devil named Tsukamoto Do."
George immediately straightened his posture, his hand holding the phone trembling involuntarily.
One hundred million dollars?
Revenge fund?
The world's top assassins?
George blurted out:
"Is this true?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was displeased:
"Would I joke about something like this?"
"Brother, your chance to earn merit has arrived."
George fell silent, and after a while, he said:
"I earn merit?"
Wong Bing-Yiu calmly retorted:
"Isn't that so?"
"You're in charge of G4, right? Grand Duke Andrei was attacked twice, and you were held accountable, right?"
"Now all the assassins in the world are gathering in Hong Kong to find the Old Japanese Devil's enemies. You'd better pray that Grand Duke Andrei's name isn't on the list."
"Otherwise..."
George's scalp tingled, and he quickly said:
"Huang, I owe you one."
Wong Bing-Yiu shrugged:
"I'll be waiting for your favor then."
"Honestly, our district's police force alone isn't enough for something like this."
"Assassins, we don't even know who the hell they are."
"Now I have to report to Police Commissioner, but I already know what Police Commissioner will say..."
George chuckled:
"I know too."
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"You came from the Military Intelligence Agency, which is no secret in the Police Station."
"I hope your special background can bring us help."
George understood Chief Wong Bing-Yiu's meaning, but he said,
"On this point, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."
"Although I come from a special agency, to be honest, the Military Intelligence Agency couldn't possibly know the true identities of the world's top twenty assassins."
"Such people can hide as much as they want and would never cooperate with the authorities."
Chief Wong Bing-Yiu no longer had a trace of anger.
"If even you are powerless, then let's pray to our respective gods."
After hanging up the phone, Chief Huang sneered repeatedly.
This George fellow dared to play dumb with him, it was truly laughable.
Grand Duke Andrei was still in Hong Kong.
He had no choice but to give his all!
Thinking of this, Chief Huang contentedly called Police Commissioner.
Meanwhile, George held the phone, silent.
Elizabeth cautiously said:
"Officer George, hasn't Chief Huang always been at odds with us?"
George was startled awake, hung up the phone casually, and explained:
"Chief Huang is an old fox."
"He knows how to be an official."
"His previous conflicts with us were unavoidable."
"Police officers have an extremely strong sense of territory. If Chief Huang couldn't stand up to me, his prestige would be completely gone, and no one would listen to him in the future."
"But for matters that don't harm his prestige, he's very agreeable."
Elizabeth immediately reminded him:
"Officer George, I think Chief Huang is using you as a pawn."
George nodded:
"You're right, Chief Huang is indeed using me as a pawn."
"But I have no choice but to pay attention to this case."
"This is an open conspiracy!"
Elizabeth frowned:
"Can't we just ignore it?"
George shook his head and sighed:
"We can't!"
"That Old Japanese Devil Okamoto died, but even after his death, he still causes trouble."
"He set up a revenge fund for himself—just for that, that old guy's death was not unjust. What decent person would set up a revenge fund for themselves?"
"Clearly, he did too many bad things!"
"Actually, that's not the main point. The main point is that the revenge fund has already invited top-ranked assassins from all over the world to Hong Kong."
"In a few days, you might encounter a top assassin walking on the streets and alleys."
Elizabeth's face turned pale:
"Grand Duke Andrei is still in Hong Kong."
George was even more speechless.
"Exactly, this is what's giving us a headache."
"Especially since this guy is always willing to ditch his security and run around on his own."
"So, if something happens."
"All of us will be in trouble."
"Grand Duke Andrei is just a mascot, but no matter how much of a mascot he is, he is still an Anglo-Saxon Grand Duke."
"No mistakes can be made."
"Chief Huang saw this and was certain that we would definitely have to get involved."
Elizabeth shook her head:
"We can strengthen the protection of Grand Duke Andrei."
"There's no need to deal with this matter, right?"
"Besides, isn't it more advantageous for our mission if Hong Kong is more chaotic?"
George laughed heartily:
"Isa, I like your attitude very much."
"That's right, whether Hong Kong is chaotic or not is none of our business."
"We just need to complete our superiors' assignments well."
"However, the revenge fund set up by that old Okamoto guy is a whopping 100 million US dollars!"
Elizabeth's face turned pale with shock:
"One hundred million US dollars?"
"How many assassins would that invite?"
"No wonder Chief Huang took the initiative to call Officer George."
George burst into laughter:
"I don't care how many assassins gather in Hong Kong."
"All I see is 100 million US dollars!"
"Can this money be paid to the assassins?"
"No!"
"This is my money!"
"I'm taking this 100 million US dollars."
"Isa, imagine, as long as we have this 100 million US dollars, we can successfully complete the tasks assigned by the Anglo-Saxon, and both you and I will be awarded."
"Maybe we can even be knighted."
Isa's eyes became two stars:
"Really, Officer George?"
The Anglo-Saxon does not forbid women from being knighted, after all, even the King is a woman.
The grand vision George casually painted made Isa's eyes widen.
"Of course it's true."
"However, this depends on the results of our work."
George immediately ordered,
"You issue a document to the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, asking them to duplicate a copy of Old Japanese Devil Okamoto's investigation file."
"I want all the information."
Isa ran like a little rabbit,
"Don't worry, Officer George, I'll get the file back immediately."
Elizabeth vanished in a blink of an eye.
George smiled and shook his head, then suddenly said a Chinese proverb,
"All under heaven hustle and bustle for profit; all under heaven come and go for profit."
"How true!"
"Even Isa has become like this under the drive of self-interest."
"How can I not work hard?"
Everyone in the Police Station Political Department only knew that the head official, George, could only speak a foreign language and not Chinese, but no one knew that he had secretly learned Chinese and spoke it quite well.
Before George could act, Elizabeth ran back like a little rabbit.
Driven by immense honor and profit, Elizabeth moved swiftly.
"Officer George, the file has been obtained."
George kept shaking his head:
"Chief Huang was really well-prepared."
Clearly, Chief Wong Bing-Yiu had given instructions long ago.
As long as the Political Department dared to send a fax, he would dare to have someone send the file, without the slightest hesitation.
George focused on the file, his brows furrowed tightly:
"So Tsukamoto Do was an old Okamoto soldier from World War II. No wonder he set up a revenge fund for himself; he truly committed countless evil deeds."
Elizabeth said incredulously:
"Okamoto people even set up revenge funds for themselves?"
"What did they do?"
George paused, looking at Elizabeth:
"You've worked in Hong Kong for so long, and you don't know the crimes Okamoto committed during World War II?"
Elizabeth gave a bitter smile:
"I really don't know."
George shook his head:
"Then find a local friend and have them teach you thoroughly what bad things Okamoto did."
"Let me warn you, it will shatter your worldview."
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
As George said this, Elizabeth understood that the evil deeds committed by those Okamoto soldiers were numerous.
George looked at the file with a frown. Chief Wong Bing-Yiu truly didn't hide anything from him; besides not telling him that the assassin who killed Tsukamoto Do was Seraph, he told him everything else he could.
In reality, it was just Yuen Ho-Wan's investigation report.
"Advertising openly for assassins, would such an absurd thing actually be taken up by assassins?"
"Most importantly, the other party actually killed Tsukamoto Do!"
Elizabeth immediately said:
"Officer George, the police report clearly states that the assassin killed Tsukamoto Do with multiple shots combined into one."
"This is a master!"
George said faintly:
"Exactly, it's a top-tier assassin."
"Very troublesome!"
Elizabeth asked, puzzled:
"There should be very few such assassins in the world, right?"
"They must be among the world's top-ranked assassins."
George shook his head:
"At least in the world's top five."
Elizabeth was even more puzzled:
"Doesn't that mean the suspect pool is very small?"
"It should be easy for us to find them, right?"
George looked at Elizabeth speechlessly:
"Remember, we are not here to seek justice for Tsukamoto Do."
"What we want is that 100 million US dollars."
"I already know who this assassin is."
Elizabeth exclaimed:
"Officer George, are you also very knowledgeable about assassins?"
George said seriously:
"In our line of work, we inevitably deal with them. Sometimes, we don't need to act ourselves; we can use their power."
"This assassin is called Seraph."
"Unfortunately, this guy is the world's number one top assassin."
"It's basically very difficult to catch him."
"Isa, get ready."
Elizabeth looked bewildered:
"Ready for what?"
George sneered:
"The hierarchy of assassins is very strict. To bring the world's number one assassin to justice, even if the world's top ten assassins came, they might not be able to do it."
"Hong Kong will soon become a playground for assassins."
"Police Commissioner is in big trouble."
"Of course, so is the Security Bureau!"