Chapter 451: Pulling the Wool Over Their Eyes
"It's impossible for the Professor to leave Hong Kong right now. Even without our surveillance, they wouldn't leave if we let them."
"Leaving at this moment would mean suicide."
"America's gangsters wouldn't let them off."
"They will definitely go back for the eighty million US dollars hidden in the Police Station headquarters."
"The problem now is, where are these eighty million US dollars kept?"
Chan Kwok-chung and the other two looked at George, who replied without hesitation:
"These illicit funds are kept in the International Criminal Police Group."
"Further processing will only occur after this case is concluded."
Yeung Chi-lung mused,
"Assuming the Professor has an inside man who knows where these illicit funds are kept…"
George waved his hand:
"No need to assume, there must be a Professor's informant in the Police Station headquarters."
Yeung Chi-lung didn't want to argue with George:
"Alright, even if they know the money is in the International Criminal Police Group, then the question arises."
"Is it easy to enter the International Criminal Police Group?"
George replied:
"It's not easy."
"The security of the International Criminal Police Group is very strict."
"Even Police Commissioner and I cannot easily enter; it requires the palm print of the officer handling the case."
Chan Kwok-chung and the other two all stood up:
"I know the Professor's group's target. They will definitely go after the International Criminal Police in Hong Kong."
George also jumped up:
"I'll go issue a warning to the International Criminal Police Group, telling them to be careful during this period."
Just as he picked up the phone, Elizabeth walked in, her face grave,
"Sir, there was a criminal case just now."
George frowned:
"All other cases are to be postponed for now…"
Elizabeth smiled bitterly:
"A shootout occurred in a famous Western restaurant on Hong Kong Island. The deceased has been identified as an International Criminal Police officer!"
What?!
George put down the phone and said to everyone:
"Let's go to the scene!"
Elizabeth looked at the four people speeding away, at a loss. She still had other news to report.
The four moved quickly, and colleagues were already handling the crime scene.
Chu Wah-biu, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed something unusual about the body and turned to head back.
George was startled:
"Zhu Sir, what did you find?"
Chu Wah-biu looked around and whispered:
"Let's talk in the car!"
George truly trusted him and, without a word, motioned for everyone to return to the car.
Chu Wah-biu said in a cold voice:
"Our judgment was not wrong; the Professor's group is going to attack the International Criminal Police Group at headquarters."
"That International Criminal Police officer's right arm is gone."
"His arm was taken away by the Professor's group."
Yeung Chi-lung added:
"I know that colleague; he was one of the International Criminal Police officers who arrested the Professor."
George said casually:
"The Professor and his people are truly vindictive, even taking the victim's arm to vent their anger."
Chu Wah-biu shook his head:
"No!"
"They took that arm for only one reason… a complete palm print."
"The Professor needs that colleague's palm print to enter the International Criminal Police Group."
George nearly jumped up and immediately started the car, heading straight for the Police Station headquarters.
While driving, he made a call:
"This is George. The Professor's group's target is the eighty million US dollars stored in the International Criminal Police Group. They took the palm print of the deceased colleague!"
Hanging up the phone, George stomped on the accelerator.
"I hope we can make it in time."
Chan Kwok-chung and the other two felt heavy-hearted.
The Professor's group were truly ruthless killers.
With the Police Station headquarters targeted by them, they hoped no trouble had occurred.
However, contrary to their expectations, upon arriving at headquarters, everything was calm.
The four looked at each other, somewhat bewildered.
George frowned:
"It's this quiet?"
Chan Kwok-chung thought for a moment and asked:
"Is it possible that we were too fast and arrived before the Professor's group?"
Chu Wah-biu frowned:
"That shouldn't be."
"No matter how fast we are, we shouldn't be faster than the Professor."
"We are merely chasing criminals; the Professor's group is racing against death!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Exactly.
The Professor had no time, no capital to be so slow.
Yeung Chi-lung reminded:
"Whether there's anything or not, we'll know by directly going to the International Criminal Police Group to check."
As the four were about to rush inside, Police Commissioner came up to them with several Assistant Commissioners:
"Sir, after receiving your call, we informed the International Criminal Police Group of the situation."
"Everything is peaceful."
George scrutinized him:
"Peaceful?"
"Since the Professor's capture, four of our police officers have died in the line of duty, and one is critically injured in the hospital."
"I've received calls from countless important figures expressing serious concern about this matter."
"This was a public shootout with firearms."
"And you think it's nothing?"
"Still saying everything is peaceful?"
Police Commissioner was left speechless for a long time.
George, having the upper hand, pressed on:
"I called just now, who went to confirm at the International Criminal Police Group?"
Police Commissioner turned to an Assistant Commissioner, who quickly said:
"I personally called to confirm."
George looked at them incredulously:
"Called?"
"You only confirmed by phone?"
"Did no one go to the International Criminal Police Group to check?"
He took off running.
Chan Kwok-chung and the other two followed one after another.
Police Commissioner was annoyed. Was calling not enough?
However, George's authority was greater than his, so he could only run behind him.
"Is being powerful such a big deal?"
"What a fuss over nothing."
"Just wait and see if I don't chew you out later."
Police Commissioner wanted to catch up with them, but after holding a high position, he lacked exercise. How could he keep up with the four?
After running breathlessly for three minutes, he saw George and the other three waiting coldly for him at the entrance of the International Criminal Police Group.
"Sir, why aren't you going in?"
After Police Commissioner finished speaking, he couldn't help but slap himself—what an idiot, if George had the password, why would he be waiting here for himself?
George gave him a disgusted look and asked:
"If I try to enter from outside, will the colleagues in the International Criminal Police Group receive a message?"
Police Commissioner turned to another Assistant Commissioner, who quickly said:
"Yes."
"The people inside will get the message."
George's face changed, and Chan Kwok-chung and the other two's faces also changed. The four immediately pulled out their guns:
"Whoever can get in, quickly open the door."
Police Commissioner asked strangely:
"Sir, why are you so alarmed?"
George said coldly:
"We've been trying here for three minutes. If there were people inside, they would have come out long ago to ask what happened!"
Police Commissioner was dismissive:
"The International Criminal Police Group has its own discipline. Perhaps they don't recognize you, Sir…"
Police Commissioner turned in horror and ordered the Assistant Commissioner,
"Quickly open the door, something bad might have happened."
The Assistant Commissioner stepped forward and placed his palm print, and the door opened.
Chu Wah-biu led the way, drawing his gun and entering, followed closely by Yeung Chi-lung and the others.
Police Commissioner chuckled awkwardly:
"No need to make such a fuss, right?"
George's eyes alone could scare someone to death:
"Idiot, haven't you smelled this strong scent of blood?!"
Police Commissioner's face instantly darkened.
George ignored the fool and rushed straight in.
With just one glance, he let out a muffled groan:
"Damn it!"
The Police Station high-ranking officials who entered next were all stunned:
"How could this happen?"
What greeted their eyes were bodies strewn across the floor.
All the officers of the International Criminal Police Group had sacrificed themselves.
Chan Kwok-chung checked each one, and after a long time, shook his head expressionlessly:
"They're all beyond saving."
Yeung Chi-lung pointed at the surveillance screen:
"The Professor's group destroyed the surveillance system."
"At least the surveillance system in this room is broken."
"If we want to know what happened before, we can only check through the building's security surveillance."
George turned around, grabbed Police Commissioner's lapel, his voice sounding as if it came from a cold ice plain,
"This is what you call no problem?!"
"This is what you call confirmed?!"
"The Police Station's colleagues died so inexplicably?!"
"You owe me an explanation!"
Police Commissioner's face was bitter:
"Sir, when you called, I really had someone confirm it."
Yeung Chi-lung said from the side:
"Sir, when you called was thirty minutes ago."
"The Professor's crime should have happened during this time."
"…I didn't see the eighty million US dollars in illicit funds."
Police Commissioner's face changed dramatically, and he suddenly rushed into a certain room, saying in a dazed voice:
"It's gone!"
"The eighty million US dollars are gone!"
George said coldly:
"Police Commissioner, you'd better pray we can bring the Professor's group to justice."
"Otherwise, I guarantee you, your position as Police Commissioner won't be safe."
"This isn't me saying it; it's the future Security Bureau saying it!"
He turned to the three:
"Let's go to the monitoring room. I want to check the International Criminal Police Group's surveillance system."
Yeung Chi-lung and the other two naturally had no objections.
The four strode out, completely ignoring the room full of Police Station high-ranking officials.
Chan Kwok-chung said as he walked:
"According to my investigation, the officers were shot almost instantaneously."
"They didn't even have time to react."
Yeung Chi-lung said in a deep voice:
"Professor and his group must have used silencers."
"The International Criminal Police Group's case is special; the room has been specially soundproofed."
"Even if firearms with silencers make a muffled sound, it wouldn't carry outside."
Chu Wah-biu also said:
"Professor and the others are excellent shots, and they acted decisively, killing almost everyone they saw, leaving no survivors."
"However…"
"There's a problem."
George asked:
"What problem?"
Chu Wah-biu said bluntly:
"Eighty million US dollars is not a small sum."
"Even transporting it by car would take a considerable amount of time to load."
"Is half an hour enough?"
George was startled by this, exchanged glances with everyone, and then they all turned and returned to the International Criminal Police Group.
When they returned to the International Criminal Police Group, they saw Police Commissioner and the others leaving.
George said loudly:
"Don't disturb the scene."
"You all get out."
Police Commissioner and the others didn't want to stay there anyway—there were dead bodies everywhere, and the smell of blood was nauseating; they'd be crazy to stay there.
Hearing this, they quickly made way, not wanting to be associated with this case in the slightest.
Although Police Commissioner was the boss of the Police Station, he also knew that the current case was no longer in his hands.
The one in charge of this case was George from the Political Department—no, it was George, who was about to take office at the Security Bureau.
The International Criminal Police had only caught this criminal a few days ago, and unexpectedly, he immediately broke out of prison and even killed the Police Force right through!
If George hadn't discovered it in time, they probably wouldn't have known about the sacrifice of their International Criminal Police Group colleagues much later.
Police Commissioner's entire face turned sour.
He bore an inescapable responsibility in this case.
Earlier, George had warned them repeatedly. Police Commissioner hadn't listened properly at all, and had even secretly mocked him for making a mountain out of a molehill.
Looking back, Police Commissioner wished he could slap himself several times.
It's over!
His career was over.
This was not an ordinary case.
This was an international cooperation case between International Criminal Police.
What happened today would surely spread throughout the world in a very short time.
Having suffered such a huge embarrassment, London would not let him off the hook.
At this moment, Police Commissioner almost collapsed.
The other deputy commissioners were much the same.
Perhaps their ability to solve cases was lacking, but their political acumen was sharper than anyone else's.
What Police Commissioner could think of, there was no reason for them not to think of.
George didn't care what those idiots were thinking; all his attention was now focused on this case.
After returning to the scene, the four carefully inspected it.
Chan Kwok-chung immediately noticed something was wrong:
"The room is a mess, with signs of damage everywhere."
"Only the very center of the room is clean."
"This is not normal!"
Yeung Chi-lung stood with his arms crossed, inspecting carefully, and suddenly had an idea:
"This leads directly to the room where the eighty million US dollars are hidden!"
"To transport the illicit money away, this is the only way."
"But honestly speaking…"
"Eighty million US dollars is too large a sum. How did they transport it out?"
Chu Wah-biu said emphatically:
"It definitely wasn't transported out through the corridor."
"The headquarters are full of our officers; even if they all disguised themselves as our officers, they wouldn't fool everyone."
"As long as one officer becomes suspicious, their plan will fall apart."
"Professor wouldn't take that risk."
George frowned deeply:
"So that means he must have used other methods?"
"Did this eighty million US dollars just vanish into thin air?"
"Do they do magic?"
Yeung Chi-lung thought for a moment, pushed the door open, and asked Police Commissioner:
"Officer, is Professor's eighty million US dollars of illicit money in this room?"
Police Commissioner nodded repeatedly:
"That's right."
"Eighty million US dollars almost filled the entire room. On the day it was transported here, many colleagues came to watch."
"This stuff is too big."
"We also considered moving the illicit money, but in the end, we gave up."
"It's too much trouble."
Yeung Chi-lung nodded:
"Thank you."
After returning to the room, he nodded to everyone:
"Police Commissioner confirmed that the illicit money is in this room and hasn't been moved."
George's head was buzzing.
That was eighty million in illicit money, not eight people. Could it have grown legs and flown away?
He couldn't help but look up and saw that Chan Kwok-chung and the other two showed no signs of dejection, still searching for clues.
George suddenly felt a sense of calm.
How could he have forgotten that these three were recommended by Mr. Lin?
Since Lin Feng said they were elite soldiers, there was no reason to doubt them.
Just wait and see.
Soon, Yeung Chi-lung found something.
"This desk seems to have been moved."
Everyone quickly looked.
Yeung Chi-lung pointed to a certain spot and said:
"This desk is closest to the center here."
"It's obvious it's been moved."
"It's strange, these people were racing against time to move the illicit money, so there's no reason for them to add extra work for themselves, right?"
Chu Wah-biu, his good partner, immediately said:
"Unless this desk is a crucial part of it."
Chan Kwok-chung inspected it and nodded:
"You're right."
"This desk really is the most crucial part of it."
"There's a faint footprint on it."
The four of them looked up in unison and immediately made a discovery.
George said in surprise:
"The ceiling has been tampered with!"
"Could it be that Professor and his group didn't have time to move the illicit money?"
Chu Wah-biu said in a deep voice:
"That's eighty million US dollars in illicit money; it's not that easy to move."
"During working hours at the Police Station, it's basically impossible to move it out."
"If it were hidden in the ceiling, that would be possible."
Chu Wah-biu said while dragging the table to the center, ready to jump on it.
"Whether it is or not, we'll know once we open it and see."
George suddenly stopped him:
"Hold on!"
Chu Wah-biu asked, puzzled:
"Officer?"
George waved his hand, telling everyone to spread out:
"If this ceiling can hide money, it might also hide people."
In an instant, Chan Kwok-chung, Yeung Chi-lung, and Chu Wah-biu all drew their guns.
George was right.
If the ceiling could bear the weight of eighty million US dollars, what problem would there be in hiding a few people?
It's better to be cautious.
George shouted towards the ceiling:
"Professor, aren't you tired?"
"Come out quickly."
Chu Wah-biu had already found a baton, and he quietly stood on the table. George and the other two had already loaded their guns.
The baton suddenly jabbed!
The ceiling suddenly opened.
There was nothing.
Chu Wah-biu sighed:
"Looks like we guessed wrong."
Chan Kwok-chung said coldly:
"We guessed right."
"This part of the ceiling is suspiciously clean."
Chu Wah-biu was startled, and quickly went under the ceiling to look up.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted:
"Let's go, let's go."
"They've already transported the illicit money out."
Chu Wah-biu jumped down abruptly.
George quickly asked:
"What's going on?"
Chu Wah-biu gritted his teeth and said:
"This part of the ceiling leads directly to the building's ventilation system."
"I suspect they transported the illicit money through the ventilation system to the bottom of the building, which would allow them to bypass our officers."
"Professor and his gang are truly formidable."
George was greatly surprised:
"Evidence?"
Chu Wah-biu spread his palm, and everyone's pupils suddenly contracted; in his palm was a crisp green hundred-dollar bill!
"I found this on the ceiling."
"Right in the corner of the ventilation duct."
Chan Kwok-chung silently flipped through the bodies of the officers. George asked:
"They've already died in the line of duty; disturbing them isn't very good, is it?"
Chan Kwok-chung held up a bloody object and said:
"Ah Biao's judgment is correct; these guys really did transport the stolen goods down through the ventilation duct in the ceiling."
George looked at the object in Chan Kwok-chung's hand and suddenly widened his eyes—it was clearly a hairdryer!
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Chapter 452: There's an Internal Ghost!
International Criminal Police Group Headquarters.
A large group of police officers with insignia on their shoulders gathered around.
The Police Commissioner, several Deputy Commissioners, and several Assistant Senior Commissioners were all sweating as they formed a circle, listening to the report from the B3 team.
Yeung Chi-lung spoke eloquently to everyone in the center.
"After on-site investigation and reviewing the surveillance footage, we determined that the 80 million US dollars were transported away by the Professor's gang using a clever method."
The Police Commissioner frowned and said:
"Impossible."
"Surveillance footage shows that the Professor and his team entered empty-handed, then killed our colleagues from the International Criminal Police Group, and then left empty-handed."
"They didn't transport the US dollars at all."
George impatiently interrupted the Police Commissioner:
"When Sir Yang is answering questions, do not interrupt casually."
"This will break Sir Yang's train of thought."
"You are the Police Commissioner of the Police Station; you should understand this principle."
The Police Commissioner's face turned crimson, filled with both anger and shame.
He was, after all, the Police Commissioner of the Police Station, and George had shown him such disrespect; it was truly hateful.
What was even more hateful was that he had no way to retort.
George was not only the head of the Political Department now, but he was also about to take office as the Security Bureau.
That certainly made him his superior.
George looked at him coldly, his face full of disdain:
"If you want to argue, you must first understand one thing—"
"If these 80 million US dollars in stolen money weren't taken by the Professor's gang, then were they embezzled by you?"
The Police Commissioner's face changed drastically, alternating between white and green.
Sweat started to pour down.
George had hit the nail on the head.
There had originally been a full 80 million US dollars in stolen money here at the International Criminal Police Group.
This money could not all be collected by the Financial Secretary; according to regulations, a considerable portion would be retained by the Police Station.
Now, it was gone without a trace.
Although the Police Commissioner and others had indeed coveted this stolen money, they had not taken action.
Now that the stolen money had vanished, what else was there to say?
The various Commissioners of the Police Station would absolutely not want to be saddled with such a charge.
Several Commissioners involuntarily looked at the Police Commissioner, their eyes full of resentment—it would have been perfect if the B3 team had taken over; otherwise, who would bear the responsibility for this stolen money?
This burden was too heavy; they couldn't carry it.
That was 80 million US dollars!
The Police Commissioner apologized to George with a dark face:
"Officer, you are right."
George didn't even bother with these Foreigners and motioned to Yeung Chi-lung:
"Continue."
Yeung Chi-lung calmly continued:
"Surveillance shows that the Professor's gang stayed in this room for an hour."
"According to our reconstruction, the time it took them to kill our colleagues was approximately three minutes."
"Perhaps even less."
"We found that our colleagues were eliminated by them before they even had time to react."
"It can be said that for that entire hour, they were trying to find a way to transport these stolen funds."
"However, 80 million US dollars is not a small sum; it's about one cubic meter in volume."
"How big is this thing?"
"It would take three common washing machines in Hong Kong to make up that much volume."
"Although 80 million US dollars in banknotes are stacked neatly, they are not that easy to move out."
"So, how did they transport it away?"
The Police Commissioner and others looked eagerly at Yeung Chi-lung, who calmly said:
"The Professor and his team used a very ingenious method—a hairdryer."
The Police Commissioner's mouth dropped open, feeling quite absurd:
"This must be fake; how could they use a hairdryer to transport US dollars?"
George sighed:
"Can you just shut your mouth?"
"Even if you want to refute Sir Yang's words, at least wait until Sir Yang finishes speaking before you do?"
"If you do this, you'll easily be made a fool of."
The Police Commissioner closed his mouth reluctantly.
He was the Police Commissioner of the Police Station, so what if he didn't understand?
Who could criticize him?
If George weren't here, even if he were wrong, it would just be a matter of not being ashamed to ask questions, wouldn't it?
The people at the Police Station would not only not criticize him, but would even feel honored!
However, circumstances were stronger than individuals.
The intelligence was given to them in advance by others, and it was their own disregard that led to the current dire consequences.
Not only were the police officers of the International Criminal Police Group killed by the Professor's gang, but the 80 million US dollars placed there also vanished without a trace.
If it were in the past, the Police Commissioner would certainly have plenty of blame to shift.
But not now; George was watching.
Shifting blame was impossible.
What was worse was yet to come: when the Professor was arrested, the 80 million US dollars were also confiscated along with him.
The Police Commissioner's eyes were fixed on this matter.
Even with George's reminder, he didn't take it to heart—with such a large sum of money, he could pave a brilliant future for himself.
What about the Cunningham Family?
Now... it would be a blessing if he wasn't retaliated against by George; in fact, George wouldn't even need to use the power of the Cunningham Family.
The power of the Telecommunications Bureau and the Security Bureau alone would be enough to make him suffer the consequences.
The Police Commissioner's mood was terrible.
George scanned the room and suddenly noticed something amiss:
"Where is Sir Wong Bing-Yiu?"
The Police Commissioner inwardly cried, "Oh no!":
"Sir Huang has a major operation, and besides, he's not in charge of this..."
George sneered:
"If I'm not mistaken, Sir Huang is in charge of operations, isn't he?"
"Such a big case isn't worth his presence?"
"Later, I'll have to see what kind of major case you've assigned him."
The Police Commissioner's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Why hadn't Wong Bing-Yiu come?
What else could it be for?
Exclusion, of course!
Wong Bing-Yiu was a local Hong Konger, the first Deputy Commissioner to oversee operations.
When had a Chinese person ever held such a high position in Hong Kong?
Moreover, this position was not given willingly by them; it was purely set up by the higher-ups to curry favor with Mr. Lin.
The Police Commissioner and others were against it.
In fact, it made sense: among a group of white-skinned officials at the highest constitutional level, a yellow-skinned one suddenly appeared, which seemed strange no matter how you looked at it; their reaction was normal.
That was 80 million US dollars; naturally, the fewer people to share the money, the better.
If possible, the Police Commissioner would have loved to pocket all the money himself, but of course, that was impossible.
Since Wong Bing-Yiu wasn't involved before, it was even less likely that he would be involved now.
This was a scandal, damn it.
George sneered endlessly.
He had seen too many such office power struggles.
"Sir Yang, ignore them, continue."
Yeung Chi-lung said directly:
"Surveillance shows that when the three Professors left, they weren't carrying any money, meaning they transported the 80 million US dollars out of this room."
The Police Commissioner couldn't help but say:
"How is that possible?"
George lost his patience:
"Then how did these things disappear?"
"Were they embezzled by someone?"
The Police Commissioner quickly said:
"We didn't take them."
Yeung Chi-lung said lightly:
"The 80 million US dollars were here, and no one else touched them, so there's only one possibility left—the Professor and his team dealt with the stolen money in this room."
"Other than that, there's only one other reason—the 80 million US dollars were handled by someone from within our police force."
All the Commissioners quickly waved their hands:
"It must have been the Professor who dealt with it here."
Yeung Chi-lung secretly rolled his eyes, 'Damn a bunch of cheap bastards,' and immediately lost interest in keeping them in suspense.
He vaguely felt that these Commissioners probably couldn't even understand a crime scene.
It was truly a rather terrible situation.
"Based on the on-site investigation, we reached a conclusion—in this very room, the three Professors worked for nearly an hour to transport the 80 million US dollars away."
The Police Commissioner frowned and said:
"How did they do it?"
Yeung Chi-lung pointed to the ceiling:
"They used the ventilation ducts."
"This ventilation duct is unusually special; it connects directly to the underground parking lot."
"As long as these US dollars are transported from here, they will be directly sent to the underground parking lot."
The Police Commissioner was very puzzled:
"How much force would that require?"
Yeung Chi-lung shrugged:
"So, they needed extra assistance."
The Police Commissioner's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly:
"What kind of assistance?"
Yeung Chi-lung uttered three words:
"A blower."
"That blower was brought in by the Professor and his team."
"The blower provided enough kinetic energy, so there was no need to worry about the money bags not reaching the basement."
"Additionally, we also found a large amount of evidence inside the ventilation ducts."
"Someone had indeed just used the ventilation ducts."
"Not only that."
"We also discovered from surveillance that the three Professors went directly to the basement via the elevator."
"They openly loaded the 80 million US dollars into a pickup truck and drove away with it."
The Police Commissioner exclaimed:
"Since you've found out so much, why aren't you chasing the Professor?"
Yeung Chi-lung was too lazy to explain and simply stepped aside.
George stepped forward, staring coldly at the Police Commissioner,
"You idiot! You only just realized you need to investigate now?"
"If Professor was as stupid as you, he wouldn't have been able to take away the 80 million US dollars in dirty money."
Number One was so choked up his face turned red, and he couldn't help but say:
"George, this is the Police Station, and I am Number One."
George was very calm:
"I'm afraid you're not anymore."
Number One was both shocked and angry:
"How dare you say that?"
George was very calm:
"I'm taking office at the Security Bureau tomorrow."
"The Governor spoke with me and asked if I wanted to replace Number One of the Police Station."
Number One's face changed drastically.
"Originally, I didn't intend to replace you. After all, even if you had no achievements, you put in hard work."
"This case made me realize one thing: even if we tied a dog to this position, it would do better than you."
"I'm temporarily requisitioning this place."
"Everyone, please leave."
Number One almost collapsed to the ground.
Chu Wah-biu efficiently opened the door, and the chief Superintendents could only leave reluctantly.
Bang!
George kicked the table hard.
"These Foreigners, they don't even have any awareness. They are unworthy police officers!"
Yeung Chi-lung and the other two looked at each other, none of them interested in speaking.
George pulled out his phone and called Wong Bing-Yiu, explaining the situation.
Wong Bing-Yiu was greatly alarmed:
"Officer, something isn't right here."
"While Professor using this method shows a genius mind, there's a problem."
"How did they know the International Criminal Police Group's ceiling would lead directly to the ventilation shaft?"
"Furthermore, how did they know the method to enter the International Criminal Police Group?"
"It's too detailed!"
George thought for a moment and said:
"The method to enter the International Criminal Police Group might have been seen by Professor when he was arrested."
"As for the ventilation ducts..."
Wong Bing-Yiu insisted:
"There must be an insider in the Police Station headquarters."
"And not a low-ranking one."
"Otherwise, they absolutely wouldn't know this secret."
George nodded:
"I agree with your judgment."
"So, next, finding the hidden mole among the high-ranking officials, this task is entrusted to you."
Wong Bing-Yiu gave a bitter smile:
"Officer, you really think highly of me. I'm marginalized by them at headquarters, I can't even find any room to maneuver."
"Besides, the officers at the Police Station are very high-ranking."
"We don't have such a precedent."
Let alone an Assistant Commissioner, even among Superintendent-level Foreigners, there was only one like Peter Godber.
George snorted:
"Don't worry. They marginalized you because you didn't have a backer at the Police Station before."
"Now I've given them a hint, you don't have to fear them daring to marginalize you again."
"What's more, you are the Assistant Commissioner of Operations, with great power in your hands. What are you afraid of?"
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"So you also knew I didn't have a backer."
"Which Police Station officer at headquarters is below the rank of Superintendent? Wanting to open a case for investigation isn't that a joke?"
George was extremely speechless:
"What are you panicking about? You are Mr. Lin's man, and I am also Mr. Lin's man."
"You are the Assistant Commissioner in charge of operations at the Police Station, and I am the Security Bureau."
"With me and Mr. Lin behind you, what are you still worried about?"
"Just do it with confidence and boldness!"
Wong Bing-Yiu slapped his thigh. Right, with these two great figures behind him, what was there to worry about?
"Good! I'll do it!"
With his worries resolved, he started to worry about George.
"Officer, your current mission is to track down Professor and his gang."
"Only by catching them with the stolen goods can Number One and the others at the Police Station be convinced."
George sneered:
"So what if Professor isn't caught?"
"Professor didn't escape from my hands. Before and after, I provided a lot of information to the Police Station, but Number One and his men simply didn't listen to my advice."
"The responsibility lies with him, not with me. Who would criticize me?"
Wong Bing-Yiu nodded repeatedly:
"That's true, there's no denying it."
"However, you're about to take office at the Security Bureau, and we've always emphasized getting off to a good start."
"Capturing Professor, that would be a great start!"
George smiled:
"Professor won't escape!"
Wong Bing-Yiu was startled, was he that confident?
He was a very discreet person, with a strong sense of boundaries, and immediately said:
"Then I wish Officer a triumphant start and immediate success!"
George laughed heartily.
"And I also congratulate you on having subordinates with prestige in the Police Station from now on."
Ah?!
Wong Bing-Yiu was startled:
"You mean...?"
George was very proud:
"You wouldn't have thought of it, would you?"
"My having B3 analyze the case in front of Number One wasn't just for show, was it?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said incredulously:
"Could it be...?"
George snorted:
"I'm about to go to the Security Bureau. The entire Police Station will be my subordinates. What need is there to place my own people in the Police Station again?"
"These three are what I've prepared for you."
"I know you came from West Kowloon and have your own direct lineage."
"However, Sir Chen is, after all, a commander in a lower district, making certain things inconvenient."
"B3 is different; they have my special permission."
"After Professor's case, you arrange for their promotions, and I will approve them."
"By then, you will have a very high-level special investigation team in your hands."
Having people in power makes things easier, Wong Bing-Yiu was overjoyed:
"Thank you, Officer."
George shook his head:
"Thank Mr. Lin."
"You should know who put you in this position."
Wong Bing-Yiu nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, thank Mr. Lin."
"I must not forget the Officer's help either."
Only then did George nod in satisfaction:
"Enough, let's talk after I finish this case."
Hanging up the phone, he looked at the three men,
"Mr. Lin taught me that as a boss, you can't treat your subordinates badly."
"I'm about to go to the Security Bureau. After this case is concluded, you will not only receive rewards but also a new backer."
"You understand what I mean, right?"
Chan Kwok-chung, Yeung Chi-lung, and Chu Wah-biu all said in unison:
"Thank you, Officer."
Yeung Chi-lung and Chu Wah-biu didn't feel it as deeply, but Chan Kwok-chung was completely different.
He had worked with Li Fu and Wang Jianjun, who were close to Lin Feng.
Wasn't that Old Japanese Devil named Tsukamoto killed by the three of them together?
Li Fu was very busy, and they hadn't had a drink together since then.
Wang Jianjun was different; he was the General Manager of Thunder Security, and they had indeed had drinks together on business occasions.
Thinking back to that time, what was the status of Li Fu and Wang Jianjun? They couldn't compare to him, Chan Kwok-chung, the Seraph.
Now, they were high-ranking important figures.
Mr. Lin's treatment of his subordinates was truly impeccable!
The three of them had followed Mr. Lin's path. Although they weren't Mr. Lin's direct subordinates, they were at least part of Mr. Lin's faction, so their future was surely set.
Chan Kwok-chung asked:
"Officer, how do we find Professor and his gang?"
George smiled:
"I called Mr. Lin earlier. He told me that he had notified all the private docks in Hong Kong, and Professor and his gang are not allowed to go to sea!"
Chan Kwok-chung and the other three exchanged glances and nodded in unison.
What private docks? It just meant that the underworld figures involved in smuggling and illegal immigration would not accept Professor and his gang's employment.
If anyone else said that, it would be bragging. Everyone was out to make a living, so why should they listen to you?
Mr. Lin's words were naturally different. Professor and his gang might be able to pay a lot of money, but if they had money to earn but no life to spend it, then it was nothing.
In today's Hong Kong, no underworld figure dared to defy Mr. Lin's orders.
No one!
Chan Kwok-chung immediately said:
"Naturally, no one in Hong Kong would dare to disobey Mr. Lin's words."
"Professor and his gang will absolutely not be able to leave Hong Kong by illegal means."
The so-called illegal means, of course, referred to illegal immigration.
Yeung Chi-lung immediately said:
"It's also impossible for them to leave by legal means."
"Neither crossing the sea nor going to the mainland is their destination."
"Moreover, whether by train or plane, they must go through security checks."
"80 million US dollars simply cannot be hidden."
"In other words, Professor and his gang are now trapped like turtles in a jar."
Chu Wah-biu frowned:
"Impossible."
"If he really had no way to leave Hong Kong, Professor and his gang would never have committed such a major crime."
"Once the International Criminal Police Group incident occurred, Professor and his gang couldn't stay in Hong Kong."
"Unless they leave Hong Kong immediately, we will definitely ferret them out."
George shrugged:
"What's the big deal? When in doubt, ask Mr. Lin!"