The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 115 Finding Clues (Please Subscribe)
After communicating with the team members, Zhou Yu also had a preliminary understanding of the current situation of the intelligence team.

The current drug trafficking situation in Tsim Sha Tsui is getting worse and worse, and the previous head was transferred for this reason.

Zhou Yu can also think that these words will appear in the file comments of his predecessor: Ineffective in doing things.

Even if it isn't, that's roughly what it means.

It's a bit wronged, according to Ah Gui and the others, there are clues, the small workshop has also caught a few, and there are even more fellow Taoists.

But every time when they obviously feel that there is great hope, the story will always have a turning point, and the action team is still working hard.

Whatever case you handed over, others will follow up as usual, and finally ended up in a chicken-and-egg situation, where no one was caught, and the cargo warehouse was not found.

Ghost and the others are also depressed.

But it's your own business to be depressed, and the result is that it doesn't matter, which makes the superiors very dissatisfied. They feel that the head of the intelligence team has not seen any results for several years. What's the use of breaking a few small workshops.

Regardless of whether it was about the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui or the surrounding area, no important gangs were dropped.

This is very problematic, but Zhou Yu thinks that this guy is only a little bit wronged, not too much wronged him.

According to the dictation of the team members, the previous head was also a young man who was more technical and capable of intelligence analysis, but he was relatively withdrawn and did not know how to adapt.

To say that he is not too wronged is because this one person only knows how to communicate externally but not internally. He analyzes the information and submits it, like a good gentleman.

I didn't think about the reason why I gave the information but didn't catch anyone in the end. Maybe I was too kind, and I felt that I was surrounded by good people.

There are many such people in life.

As for the police station, people think that the police officers in the police station should all be good people. What’s wrong with that?

But the rules of black and white are not played like this, because the loser will die, unfortunately.

There were a lot of things to do when he first took office. I met my boss and the team members, and then Zhou Yu went to the evidence team for training non-stop.

The intelligence group is divided into two parts, one is responsible for the content of intelligence, and the other is responsible for the content of evidence.

The existence of the evidence team is relatively weak, it is a group of researchers, mainly responsible for the qualitative part of the drug test, this is what Hu Zhuoren said to let Zhou Yu learn.

Research and Evidence Section Laboratories.

"The most common drugs in Xiangjiang are ketamine, methamphetamine, marijuana and heroin, etc. As new members of the anti-drug team, they must receive basic training to raise awareness of drugs."

Researcher Song explained the knowledge of drugs to Zhou Yu: "However, it is not enough to just know, one must also be able to do it, that is, to make drugs."

Zhou Yu started out as the Romans do, wearing a white coat, nodded when he heard the words, and asked half-jokingly: "In this case, wouldn't there be more and more people who know how to make poison? We seem to be training poison masters." .”

Researcher Song shook his head and smiled: "So what, in fact, the process of making drugs is not difficult. Anyone with a little knowledge of chemistry can do it, but it doesn't mean you have to do it. Besides, someone will do it. Shouldn’t drug trafficking be a problem for others, knowledge is not wrong.”

Zhou Yu smiled: "It makes sense, I've been taught."

Researcher Song turned around and began to operate the instruments on the table, and demonstrated to him: "Members of the anti-drug team often have to sneak into the drug syndicate to work as undercover agents, and one of the positions is called a chef, that is, a master drug maker. Let me show you a demonstration."

He poured some milky white crystals from a bottle, mashed them finely with a pestle, then poured them into a measuring cup, then added water to mix, his movements were very skillful.

As a student, Zhou Yu studied very seriously. He didn't prepare to sneak in and become an undercover agent, but the more you understand the process, the more you can pinpoint its weaknesses when needed.

In two days, after learning a lot, I can make some things, and the level of purity is average, not reaching the level of a top poison maker.

Zhou Yu flipped through the files and materials in the office.

In the eyes of outsiders, the intelligence team is futile because there are too few clues. In fact, there are never any lack of clues.

Too much can make people exhausted, how to distinguish true from false, how to distinguish importance can take a lot of time.

To put it simply, it is to find something edible in the garbage dump.

He closed his eyes and thought about it. This way of finding may lead to clues after a long time, but it is not in line with his desire to cut through the mess quickly.

Too gentle, the gentle can only live by luck.

He had to help Ni Yongxiao and cut off the wings of the Ni family.

Thinking of this, he walked out of the office,

In Infernal Affairs, he remembered that the niggers and Gandhi's drugs came from South America, but this single clue was not enough.

The production and sales process of drugs.

From the purchase of raw materials, to drug production, transportation, warehousing, and then to the splitting of small bags, retailing.

Then we can draw a conclusion that niggas and Gandhi are involved in drugs in Tsim Sha Tsui, their process starts with transportation, they are buyers, middlemen, not source producers.

The shipping process begins.
I have to find someone to get some information and gather some wool.

He went out empty-handed, on the CIB floor, he walked towards Gong Jiapei's office.

dong dong dong.

"Gong sir."

"Ayu, come and sit down."

Gong Jiapei didn't change his title, one is because his rank is here, and the other is to show his closeness, as an acquaintance, there is no need to call Zhou sir so formulaic.

Zhou Yu came in with a smile and sat down: "I haven't congratulated Sir Gong for going any further."

"Hehe, they are all doing the same thing, there is no difference, but you are the inspector now, NB, you are quite busy." Gong Jiapei greeted with a smile.

Zhou Yu gave a thumbs up and praised: "Sir Gong is Sir Gong. He is indeed the head of CIB. I have only been on the job for a few days, and I have not hidden it from your eyes."

Gong Jiapei smiled faintly: "Upstairs and downstairs, I saw you yesterday, but you left in a hurry, so I didn't call you, but I chatted with your former boss, Sir Huang, and he scolded you yesterday No conscience, don't go to see him, I also said he is not interesting, NB just took office, a mess, how can I take care of him."

Zhou Yu frowned with a smile, and patted his forehead lightly: "Look at my brain, I've been so busy these days that I'm dizzy, it's my fault for training and reading files, I have to prepare some food for Sir Huang. Please Gong sir, your CIB brain can help."

Gong Jiapei asked curiously, "What help?"

"Help me to see if there is any information about Mr. Huang, and what he likes to eat."

"Hahaha, you have been with Sir Huang for so long, do you still need me to help you think about it?"

Zhou Yu was serious: "Gong sir, you came up with an idea. If Huang sir doesn't like it in the end, I will tell Huang sir directly. Then you don't have to blame me."

"Haha, then I can't give you any advice."

A few words between the two brought the relationship between the passing time closer, and Zhou Yu also felt that it was almost the same, and it was time to get to the point.

(End of this chapter)