The Infernal Affairs of Hong Kong

Chapter 757 Murder (please subscribe for monthly pass)

Late at night, at the gate of the New Territories South Regional Headquarters.

The military uniform on duty yawned and walked out from the front desk. The cold wind woke him up a lot. He walked to the corner not far from the door, put a cigarette in his mouth, took out the lighter, and lowered his head to light it.

Clap, the flame ignited the cigarette butt, and the smoke was sucked into the throat along the filter, and a big gloved hand stretched out from behind forcefully grabbed it.

The military uniform struggled desperately, but the big hands on the back became tighter and tighter. The military uniform knew that this was not going to work, and wanted to draw the gun, but just now when his hand touched the gun bag, he felt his throat loosen.

The big hand left.

'If the other party let go, I can call someone. '

The idea of ​​the military uniform just came up, the sharp dagger slipped through the throat, a little cold and a little loose.

'It turns out that this is the feeling of having your throat cut. '

The breath of the military uniform became weaker and weaker until it was gone.

"What gun should I draw? It doesn't have to kill you."

With a sneer, the black shadow dragged the body to a dark corner, took out his police card from his body, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked calmly towards the gate of the police station.

In Zhou Yu's house, there was a long breathing sound in the bedroom.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, the rapid sound of the bell broke the silence.

"Hey."

"Sir Zhou, someone has sneaked into the headquarters building, and a police officer has been killed!" Yuan Jiabao's voice was quite urgent.

"What?" Zhou Yu stood up, sobered up instantly, thought for a while and asked, "Are you at the police station?"

"I'm not here, I just received the news, I'm getting dressed, I'm going to the headquarters soon."

"Okay, I know, I'll go right away."

As soon as Zhou Yu hung up the phone, he comforted the people around him and got out of bed.

It is extremely rare for a police headquarters building to be broken into and a police officer to be killed.

It's not quiet tonight.

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Yu drove into the gate of the police station, and the entire gate was blocked.

Yuan Jiabao, who lived nearby, had arrived long ago. After looking at the license plate, he hurried over and opened the door: "Sir Zhou."

"The director's phone call, the criminal Gao's phone call, and the assistant director's phone call have all reached me, and there will be reporters standing in front of their house in five hours. You'd better give me some useful information. Otherwise, they won't be in a good mood."

The people above have the spirit of getting up, and Zhou Yu has a lot of them. Whoever made Yuan Jiabao's position low can only pass the chill down layer by layer.

Looking at the open space at the corner of the door, it can be described as bloody.

Under the illumination of the mobilized spotlights, there was a lot of jet-shaped blood, which was dark red.

Fortunately, this is the interior, otherwise ordinary people would feel physically uncomfortable if they saw it.

When the cold air arrived, Yuan Jiabao was startled and was about to speak when Yang Jinrong's father came, the Chief Superintendent of New Territories South, he had to come.

Sir Yang waved his hand directly.

"Let's talk together." Zhou Yu didn't waste time saying hello.

Yuan Jiabao had a slightly bitter expression, and pointed to the top: "Not only here, but one more, in the monitoring room."

The purpose of the monitoring room is self-evident!

Zhou Yu frowned and looked at the building, then said in a deep voice, "Let's talk about this first."

Yuan Jiabao took a deep breath: "The gangsters probably took advantage of the time when the deceased was out for activities, and attacked from behind. The target should be the ID card on the police officer. I checked the card swiping records. The gangsters mainly went to three places, the monitoring room, the archives room, and the Our floor."

Yuan Jiabao looked strange, looked at Zhou Yu hesitantly and said: "It's mainly your office."

"My office?" Zhou Yu blurted out, frowning.

In order to delete the records in the monitoring room, the file room is to check files, and his office is also file files, so it is certain that the other party is trying to obtain some confidential files.

But what dossier deserves all the fanfare?

There is no case worth stealing, and the files are worthless. This is not an evidence room, and stealing evidence is somewhat useful.

"Who have you arrested recently?" Sir Yang asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Yu shook his head and walked directly to the corpse: "How's the autopsy result?"

"The action was very fast. It should be a professional. The gangster was wearing gloves and had no fingerprints."

That is worthless, Zhou Yu didn't stop there, turned around and went upstairs.

Going upstairs is a different scene. The entire first floor of the criminal department is in a mess, with documents strewn about, cigarette butts all over the floor, and footprints that are clearly visible to the naked eye, all covered with wet soil.

The file cabinets that were originally placed on the wall, now all the files on the four cabinets have been drawn down and piled up into a hill.

The doors of several offices are almost all open, and the scene inside cannot be seen, but it should be similar.

Colleagues from the forensic team put triangular plastic signs on suspicious places, with numbers on them.

Zhou Yu glanced at it casually, and the number has been ranked to 137, which means that there are 137 sets of evidence.

The bottom is 0, the top is 137, and that's just a work in progress.

"Evidence interference, professionals, it is very likely that the police did it." Sir Yang said.

Zhou Yu nodded: "I'm afraid it's Pan Xueli."

"Who is Pan Xueli?" Sir Yang had never heard of this name.

"Pan Xueli spicy ginger!" It took only a second for Yuan Jiabao to growl from bewildered to shocked.

"Well, he used to be a policeman, a senior inspector, and then something happened and he became an undercover agent, and now he's defected."

After listening to Zhou Yu's words, the two of them had a rough idea in their minds, "So why is he here?"

"It should be for a confession."

Pan Xueli probably wanted to find the confession of Ni Yongxiao's arrest to prove something, such as when Ni Yongxiao reported the case, which would usually be recorded on paper.

After Zhou Yu guessed, he had a flash of inspiration and his eyes widened: "No! There is one more thing!"

Pan Xueli's own undercover file!

Did this idiot think he was here?
Pan Xueli was not found here, so next.
Zhou Yu quickly took out his mobile phone and called Gong Jiapei: "Hey, Sir Gong, is there anyone on duty at CIB? Tell the guards downstairs to be more alert, Pan Xueli might steal files!"

"No way?" Gong Jiapei was woken up in his sleep, his mind was a little confused, what files are worth stealing?
"Two people died in New Territories South!" Zhou Yu said coldly.

Gong Jiapei was startled: "I see, I will notify right away."

"You guys keep checking."

Zhou Yu put down his words, turned around, ran downstairs, and drove directly to the headquarters on Hong Kong Island. The headquarters of CIB is inside the police headquarters.

Police headquarters, CIB floor, ding, the elevator door opens.

Pan Xueli smiled coldly, swiped at the outermost gate with his police ID, and stared, the door was opened.

This door can be opened with only a police ID.

But the door of the inner office is not good. The secrets of the headquarters are strict, especially the CIB, which must be the ID of the CIB personnel, which he really does not have.

But it wasn't difficult, he reached out and pressed the calling bell above, and there was an intercom next to it.

Dingding——
"What's up?" asked the intercom.

"The toilet downstairs sees water and smells bad. Is your CIB toilet exploding? Let me take a look."

"No one is using the bathroom, you wait." He hesitated to speak, and the person on duty opened the door with a button while wondering.

It's really not his fault, who would have thought that someone would sneak into the CIB?This is the headquarters!

The person on duty was a 25 or 6 civilian, and came over while yawning. When he saw Pan Xueli, who was looking handsome in a suit, he thought it was the inspector downstairs, but it was a little strange that he was wearing a shoulder bag.

"Sir, the toilet is over there, shouldn't it be ours?" The police officer led the way without any doubt.

"The downstairs stinks to death. How many of you are on duty to poop so much?" Pan Xueli's tone was harsh and majestic.

"It's just me. I pulled it once, and that was an hour ago." Just after the policeman finished speaking, a gun butt was buckled on the back of his head, and his body went limp.

Ding ding ding, ding ding ding, the policeman's cell phone rang, very long, very long.

Pan Xueli smiled lightly, and slowly slid the knife down the police officer's throat. He seemed to be enjoying the music.

time is limited.

He looked at the sign above the door and found Gong Jiapei's office. The door inside didn't need to swipe a card, just a wire.

Entering easily, looked at the layout of the room, went to Gong Jiapei's drawer and rummaged casually.

"This is not, this is not, where is it?"

Pan Xueli frowned and muttered, he clearly remembered that he had signed a paper contract at that time, it was his undercover exemption from criminal documents, there must be one.

It's not in Zhou Yu's place, it can only be here.

There are strict regulations on undercover files, and they are not allowed to be taken away from the police station. There is no reason not to.

Why not?

Pan Xueli sat down on Gong Jiapei's chair and looked around, but there was nothing under the table or sofa!

"Where is it hidden?!" Pan Xueli was anxious and angry. If he couldn't find it, he should leave. But if he didn't get this document, there would always be a lock around his throat, and all his follow-up plans would fail. go down.

To die!
dong dong dong.

Pan Xueli was startled when there was a knock on the door in the distance.

He quickly got up and walked out, and went to the CIB's own monitoring room next to him to take a look. Outside the door, a man in military uniform was knocking on the door and shouting with a takeaway.

"What about people?"

"Sleeping to death, like a fucking pig."

"Are you still eating?"

In the middle of the night, whether I fell asleep, or something happened, or my crotch was stretched, or I was masturbating there, and I couldn’t tell the difference in military uniform, so I could only continue to shoot, continue to press, sir told me, don’t reveal anything.

Pan Xueli narrowed his eyes, canceled the camera recording, destroyed the record, and walked out.

As he walked, he took out a large number of cigarette butts from his backpack and threw them at random. He stepped on two pairs of muddy shoes, stepping on them at will, walking back and forth, going in the opposite direction.

Do not use the main entrance, but the side entrance of the fire safety passage.

There is one more thing to do before leaving, which is to destroy the camera records of the central control.

(End of this chapter)