The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 51

The leader of the search team, Xu Dezhong, had already left with a dark face, and the office was back to just the two of them.

Huang Zhicheng handed over the list of evidence submitted by Xu Dezhong to Gong Jiapei, and asked him to look at it as well. At this moment, he was full of confidence, and based on the evidence in hand, Wen Zheng's imprisonment was settled.

"Gong sir, I will trouble your staff to keep an eye on the Ni family members. Once Wen Zheng is caught, as long as he spits out, he will catch a big fish. You can't let the fish escape before you close the net."

After watching it, Gong Jiapei also joked implicitly: "No problem, but at the celebration banquet, I have to reserve two tables for my brothers, otherwise these boys will make trouble."

"By the way, Wen Zheng should be registered with you, right? According to his habits, where should he be at this point?"

One thing does not work, two masters, since the head of intelligence is here, Huang Zhicheng also saves the worry of having to find Wen Zheng.

Gong Jiapei was obviously very familiar with these main characters, so he mentioned Wen Zheng's habits without much thought.

"Wen Zheng likes to eat hot pot. There are several hot pot restaurants, and he also patrols the business. According to the estimated time of your actions, he is likely to be in the hot pot restaurant at that time."

"If it's later, then the nightclub under his control and the sauna room are all possible. If you don't go to these, you can either go home or go to the third aunt he hired last month."

Huang Zhicheng laughed and joked: "Sir Gong is Sir Gong, and you know everything about Wen Zheng's third concubine who just got started."

Gong Jiapei just smiled. These things are all on the surface, but not hidden. This is just the basic skills of CIB.

The two bid farewell, and started to assign tasks separately. The task of catching Wen Zheng was assigned to the serious crime team, and the key members of the other clubs were followed by CIB.

Case analysis room.

"Where's Zhou Yu?" Huang Zhicheng glanced at him, but didn't see him.

Shen Xiong responded: "Stay asleep in the lounge, I'll call him."

Zhou Yu, who was in a drowsy sleep, was woken up, and came to the analysis room with his head still a little groggy. In addition to the people from group A, there were also people from group B and group C in the analysis room.

"Okay, everyone is here, please hand over your communication equipment first."

There's nothing to say, just follow it honestly, this is the practice before taking action.

"Let's take a look at our goals for today."

Huang Zhicheng pasted a photo in his hand on the chopping board, pointed to the photo and said, "Wen Zheng, one of the five great ministers of the Ni family with the initials in Tsim Sha Tsui, I believe everyone is familiar with it."

"After today's interrogation and the evidence we have, I have reason to believe that Wen Zheng is the mastermind behind the counterfeit money group!"

Everyone in Group A nodded unanimously. They all knew the content of the meeting, and those in Group B and C didn't ask any questions. That's not important.

"Now, let's assign a task. Team A will go to Wen Zheng's hotpot restaurant."

"Group B, go to Wen Zheng's nightclub."

"Group C, go to Wen Zheng's sauna."

"All personnel, as soon as they find Wen Zheng, arrest them immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

"set off!"

Huang Zhicheng led the crowd to the gun room with great momentum to get the guns. Wen Zheng's subordinates were not just two or three kittens.

Body armor, protective helmets, pistols are standard equipment, shotguns, and automatic weapons are all brought. In this regard, the crime team is not short of money.

The gun room was very lively, everyone was chatting and laughing, it is still rare for people to be arrested after confirming the evidence.

This time Group A really came out in the limelight, and the envy in my heart is inevitable. This is equivalent to firing the first shot against the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui!
Three explosion-proof cars, three patrol cars, and six private cars filed out, parted ways at the first intersection, and each went to their respective destinations.

The place in Tsim Sha Tsui is not big, and the police walkie-talkie is used for communication, which is completely enough to cover the entire Kowloon.

Private cars drove to the vicinity of the destination to monitor, and explosion-proof cars and patrol cars were hidden in the dark, ready to attack at any time.

At 5:[-] p.m., a huge fishing net has been laid for Wen Zheng, and it depends on where he wants to struggle.

Huang Zhicheng used the walkie-talkie to contact Gong Jiapei, who was cooperating with the operation, and CIB's manpower was also dispersed. It can be confirmed that Wen Zheng has not yet appeared in the hot pot restaurant.

Huang Zhicheng and Zhou Yu were in the same car, smoking cigarettes in silence, waiting quietly.

The number of passers-by gradually increased, and the neon lights on the street gradually lit up as usual.

Zhou Yu fell asleep again.

There is no way, the waiting time is hard enough, there is no movement, why don't you sleep.

Huang Zhicheng glanced at Zhou Yu, and felt a little depressed. What kind of plane is Wen Zheng doing? Who is he?

If you can't come out to eat, the girl won't cuddle anymore?
According to the points given by CIB, only Wenzheng’s house and his third concubine were not there. Wenzheng didn’t come home from get off work on time, Mr. Good, what time is it, and he is not a young man, he can bear it when he goes back so early to pay food what.

They had been waiting since 5 o'clock, and now it was almost 7 o'clock, and no one showed up yet. Huang Zhicheng frowned, and picked up the walkie-talkie regardless of how long Zhou Yu had fallen asleep.

"Report your situation."

Soon, several groups of news reports came from the intercom.

"Group A didn't find it."

"Group B didn't notice Wen Zheng's appearance, and just entered the arena 5 minutes ago to scan, and he didn't either."

"Group C was not found."

"Continue to monitor."

Huang Zhicheng put down the walkie-talkie, and his brows frowned even deeper. He was sure that today was not a gathering of bigwigs. Could it be that Wen Zheng held a small meeting by himself?

Thinking of this, he asked into the walkie-talkie: "Gong sir, what's the situation with Wen Zheng's horse?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask. Mazi's normal activities are the same as usual."

"Have you found any trace of Wen Zheng?"

"not found."

There was no small meeting, did he really go home?It was a waste of time to wait for so long today.

"Huang sir, is there nothing?"

Zhou Yu was awakened by the voice on the walkie-talkie and looked at Huang Zhicheng, squeezed his eyes hard to make his sight clear.

"No, I don't know where Wen Zheng is now. It's weird." Huang Zhicheng muttered and said into the walkie-talkie: "Group C, you send two people. Wait first."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Yu and asked, "If Wen Zheng is at home, do you think he is at his own home or at his third aunt's home?"

Zhou Yu was stunned when he heard it, but quickly understood what he meant, and replied very quickly.

"As long as it's not his third aunt's birthday today or a cuckold for him, then it's most likely that he's at home. We haven't seen Wen Zheng appear since 5 o'clock. Which big brother starts to accompany Xiaosan before 5 o'clock .”

Huang Zhicheng turned back and continued to pick up the walkie-talkie: "Group C, you send two people to Wen Zheng's third concubine's house to check, as long as they confirm that they are there. If there is no external confirmation, install the gas company to enter the house to check and bring guns."

"Got it, let's go now."

"Yoying, you brought your cosmetics, bring them to my car, you and Zhou Yu go to Wenzheng's house to have a look, you pretend to be an insurance salesman."

"Got it, come over right away."

(End of this chapter)