Hong Kong Movies: I am Hongxing, what the hell is the intelligence king?

Chapter 167 Unlucky Richard
Richard returned to the Special Branch and picked up the phone to call Tsim Sha Tsui:

"Director Guan, I want all the cases and action plans supervised by Cheng Guobin."

"Nothing serious, just routine supervision by the Political Department."

The Hong Kong government is now controlled by the foreigners, and the Political Department is a special agency set up by the foreigners in the Police Force.

In theory, it has the power to supervise the work of front-line detectives in local police stations, including district headquarters.

It is actually a supervision.

Richard was furious when he recalled Cheng Guobin's actions - you dared to report to the ICAC with my information? You even arranged for someone to investigate me?

Richard had completely forgotten that he had assigned A-Tian to kill Luo Zonglun.

He never looked for reasons in himself.

To him, he felt that Cheng Guobin was targeting him everywhere.

Richard knew that even if Director Guan handed over Cheng Guobin's information, he would not be able to catch him. He was even sure that such an action would not be implemented in the documents at all.

Yet Richard had to do it.

Westerners believe in the naked law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and the winner takes all.

They are more in awe of the strong.

For example, Sir Lee, although he is also from Hong Kong, he has strong enough power, and Richard believes in him wholeheartedly.

Cheng Guobin and others are neither smart nor powerful, and are just a dish of food in Richard's eyes.

Richard felt better immediately after he finished the call.

Thinking of A-Tian's actions, I felt furious. This guy really doesn't know what's good for him.

That's the Gold Club. Once you step into the Gold Club, you'll be a top person. How could you not cherish it? !

How did I choose such a person?

No, I have to call him and scold him.

Richard pulled out his cell phone to make a call, but it was empty.

Huh?
Where's my phone?

Richard quickly took something out of his suit.

car key.

Holsters and sidearms.

wallet.

Checkbook.

Police ID card.

Handkerchief.

cigarette case……

Everything else was there, except the phone.

"Where's my phone?!"

Richard was puzzled.

Looking at the pile of things on the table, he fell into deep thought.

"It doesn't make sense that nothing so important was lost but only the phone."

"I don't have anyone's phone number saved in my phone."

Important phone numbers are stored in your brain.

Where will it stay on the phone?

Richard was confused.

"wrong!"

"My phone is not lost. It is very likely stolen."

Richard quickly recalled what he had experienced today, and a picture suddenly popped up in his mind:

"It seemed like I had just separated from Tian and bumped into someone."

"What does that person look like?"

Richard is a senior superintendent of the Special Branch. He is extremely sensitive to people's appearance, but he suddenly discovered a terrible thing - he could not remember the appearance of the person who hit him.

That person is too ordinary, the kind that you would never be able to find if thrown into a crowd.

Richard suddenly felt a chill down his spine:
"Is this a sparrow... or a killer?"

If he was a real killer, he would have died when they collided.

How could he know that Big Circle Leopard strictly implemented Lin Feng's requirements and carefully selected people who all had ordinary looks and calm temperaments.

Although his appearance is ordinary, his skills are extraordinary.

This man was an expert in stealing. With just a slight bump, Richard lost his phone.

Richard had no idea of ​​this. His right eyelid kept twitching, and he became even more anxious.

"The left eye brings fortune, the right eye brings disaster..."

"It's just a cell phone, it won't cost you a fortune, right?"

"How about asking the Intelligence Department to help me locate my phone?"

Richard was obviously a little hesitant when he thought of this. Even though they were senior superintendents of the Political Department, it was still a bit embarrassing to ask the Intelligence Department to find a cell phone for them.

However, Richard finally made up his mind to go and look for it.

Jingle Bell!
Richard was just about to step into the Intelligence Department when the phone suddenly rang, startling him.

After finally calming down, he picked up the phone and said unhappily:

"Hello, I'm Superintendent Richard from the Special Branch."

A broad and deep voice came from the other side:
"Richard, where's your cell phone?"

It's Jazz!
Richard immediately corrected his attitude and said respectfully:

"Sir, I think my phone has been stolen. I'm planning to go to the Criminal Intelligence Department to have them locate my phone..."

The Jazz shook his head slightly:

"Don't look for it anymore. Someone has already found it. Your phone was thrown into Victoria Harbour."

"Now, come meet me at the club."

Richard hung up the phone and hurried out. The lord had summoned him and he must not be negligent.

But halfway through, he suddenly slapped his forehead and turned back to the office.

Just now, in order to find my cell phone, I took out everything from under my suit.

All the keys and guns are on the table.

Richard hurried back, packed his things again, and hurried downstairs.

While sitting in the car, I suddenly thought of something - who would check their own mobile phone?

Hong Kong values ​​privacy, at least on the surface.

If you want to check a person’s phone location, even the police have to open the file.

Richard is also a white police superintendent in the Political Department. Under normal circumstances, no one would investigate his identity.

However, there are two people in the Golden Club who are capable.

One is the Deputy Secretary for Security and the other is the Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC.

To Richard now, they are all real big shots.

Without this platform, even if he is a senior superintendent of the Special Branch, he would not be qualified to talk to them.

The problem is coming.

Why did these two big shots want to investigate him?

It shouldn’t be!

Richard was inexplicably panicked.

He felt a wave of inexplicable pressure.

"That Wen Que who stole my phone, could it be that he used my phone to do something evil?"

"But no matter how evil we do, it won't alarm these three giants."

Richard didn't dare to delay, so he started the car and drove straight to the Gold Club.

Then, he remembered something that made his hair stand on end.

The Sir, the Deputy Director, and the Deputy Commissioner are certainly the three giants of the club, but they almost never appear in the club.

Not to mention appearing together.

Not to mention appearing together during working hours.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, but it's not time to get off work yet.

The three giants actually appeared together for the first time?

Don't ask why Richard knew that the Deputy Director of the Security Bureau or the Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC would appear. He had this intuition -

Now that the Jazz has shown up, those two have to give him some face no matter what.

Thinking of this, his right eyelid twitched even more violently.

When he arrived at the club, Richard felt even more uneasy. He actually saw a team of people standing guard at the door!

As a membership-based private club, at most there will be a doorman outside to greet guests.

But there has never been any such thing as standing guard outside. The internal security guards never come out. They are all in the monitoring room, responsible for security in an inconspicuous corner of the club.

Standing outside in the open like now is unusual in itself.

Richard knew immediately that something was wrong.

"What bad luck! How come this happened during the time I lost my phone?"

"It's obvious that the first person the lord thought of was me, but I didn't respond to his call in time. Does the lord think that I am useless?"

For a moment, Richard was a little worried.

However, there was really no time to care about that now. He parked the car and hurried towards the club.

An accident happened - he was stopped at the door of the club.

"Superintendent Richard, we need to search you. This is an order from above. Please cooperate with us."

Richard felt even more uneasy. He had never thought that it was because of him that the guards had changed.

Richard simply thought that something big had happened in the club. He was very cooperative, and his mind was full of speculation about what had happened in the club. He didn't notice the guard's surprised look.

The guards searched Richard thoroughly and confiscated his gun.

"When you come out, the gun will be returned to you."

Richard nodded, he understood the procedure.

In fact, the G4 special forces also have such procedures.

Richard was not surprised by this. He just wanted to know what major changes had taken place in the Golden Club.

So he rushed into the hall in a hurry, and his heart sank when he saw what was going on.

They are all big shots.

The triumvirate of Sir, Deputy Director, and Deputy Commissioner arrived.

Several bank executives who are the main force in money laundering have also arrived.

There are also strong figures in the action team - they are all front-line enforcement officers of the Security Bureau and the ICAC.

Richard calmed himself down and straightened his clothes:
"Sir, you are looking for me."

The old knight suddenly laughed and said to his left and right:
"What did I say? Richard would never do anything to let us down."

Richard was particularly surprised:
"Sir, how could I do something that would let the club down?"

"It is the club that has brought me to the position I am today and I am... filled with gratitude."

The old knight was very satisfied with Richard's statement, and said in a gentle voice:

"You see, I knew Richard was a grateful person."

"However, the country has its own laws and the family has its own rules."

"Let's just follow the rules."

Richard followed the old knight's words and said:
"Of course, the club is a sacred organization for everyone to make money. No matter who betrays us, we can't forgive him."

"Sir, do you want me to do something?"

"Whoever that person is, I will make him regret giving birth to him."

The Jazz was even happier:

"You see, Richard is sensible..."

Neither the deputy director nor the deputy commissioner smiled.

Several bank executives didn't laugh either.

Richard was suddenly filled with anger, directed at the deputy director, deputy commissioner and several bank executives.

In his heart, he always believed that the old jazz was the unique core and everyone else had to obey him.

These people have obtained high enough positions because of the Sir's support, but they are not grateful. Instead, they ignore the Sir.

How disrespectful!
If I get to the top, I will definitely deal with these guys.

The Jazz said gently:
"Richard, I know you are sensible, so please come and explain it to us."

Richard was as respectful as he could be:

"Sir, your wish is my command."

"I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Richard truly admires the old knight to the core, otherwise, he wouldn't have put so much effort into the culture of his hometown.

Based on what he said, if you only listen to the voice, who can tell that it was said by a foreigner?
The Jazz asked:

"Richard, you took 400 million from our club. What do you want to do?"

Boom!

Richard was horrified:
"what?"

"Withdrawing 400 million?"

"I?"

"Sir, is there something wrong?"

The deputy commissioner stood up and said to the lord:

"Sir, should I ask?"

Jazz shrugged:

"Every profession has its own expertise. You are a professional. Richard will leave it to you."

Richard shouted:

"Sir, I am loyal to the club and I would never do such a thing."

"I rushed here as soon as I received your call, without any delay."

"If it was really me who withdrew 400 million, would I rush over here eagerly? Wouldn't that be walking into a trap?"

Richard finally understood where his anxiety came from. Damn, this was a scapegoat!

The Jazz's words were still gentle:
"Richard, I don't think you are that kind of person. You didn't do this."

"The club has its own procedures, just go through the process."

Richard felt relieved immediately.

The deputy commissioner, who was also a foreigner, waved his hand:
"Let Superintendent Richard understand his situation first."

Four people came up immediately and surrounded Richard from all sides. Richard immediately felt something was wrong:
"What are you going to do?"

doing what?
Fists fell like raindrops. These guys were masters of execution. They didn't hit the face or buttocks, but focused on where the nerves were intertwined. In other words, they hit where it hurt.

Ahhhhh!
Richard let out a series of screams.

It hurts!
I originally wanted to act like a tough guy to leave a good impression in front of the jazz, but the result was the opposite of what I expected.

These guys really hit the right spot.

It hurts so fucking much.

Those people from the ICAC can easily make you feel pain, but if you want to get a physical examination, I’m sorry, there are no external injuries.

Slapping someone in the face will leave evidence.

Spanking, that's a thick layer of fat.

The best place to hit is where the nerves gather.

These places, even without much force, once hit, people will not be able to bear it.

Punishment is a science, and human feelings have their limits.

The human body has a self-protection mechanism. When the pain reaches its peak, it will feel less painful - if the pain continues, the person will collapse.

The ICAC's frontline personnel controlled the intensity of the attack very well. They did not use much force but still made him feel the pain.

Most people cannot bear this kind of pain.

At least Richard couldn't bear it and screamed:
"Stop hitting it, stop hitting it, or you'll break it."

However, the white commissioner turned a deaf ear and did not give any signal, so the group tortured Richard for half an hour and almost tortured him to collapse.

Richard really couldn't stand it anymore. He was angry and afraid of the people in the ICAC. He had only one thought in his mind: as long as they stopped torturing him, he would do anything.

The Jazz shook his head and sighed:

"What can't you ask for under Sanmu?"

"Commissioner, is that enough?"

The white commissioner waved his hand and everyone in the ICAC immediately came to his aid.

Richard cried:
"Commissioner, I really didn't do that. Am I crazy enough to ask for 400 million?"

"Besides, there are only a little over 10 million in my bank accounts - this is the money raised under the orders of the Lord. How can I withdraw so much money at once?"

"You can't frame me."

The ghost commissioner said coldly:
"Your account is special. In the past, as long as you wrote a check and sent someone to collect it, the bank would release it immediately."

Richard shouted:
"That was not raised by me, it was raised by the money laundering group. My account is just a platform, the money did not pass through my hands."

The ghost commissioner didn't listen to his explanation at all.

"You know your account number is special. Whenever someone uses your check to withdraw money, as long as there is enough money in your account, the counter manager won't ask any questions."

“So, you came up with a solution.”

"You found 40 people at the same time and asked them to strictly abide by the time and go to different branches of the same bank to withdraw the money within the bank system reconciliation cycle."

"Bank reconciliation has an interval, and the interval varies from bank to bank, but it is generally between 25 minutes and half an hour."

"You took advantage of a system loophole and withdrew 400 million yuan at the same time from different banks and branches in just 15 minutes."

"That's a really good trick!"

Richard was dumbfounded: Am I that capable? Do I have this brain? If I were that capable, I would have gone to HSBC to withdraw the money long ago!

"Commissioner, where can I find so many people?"

"Besides, I am just a human-shaped stamp in that account. I have never touched the money."

"I didn't know there was such a loophole in the bank. I don't have the ability to do that."

"It really wasn't me!"

Richard cried!
I really cried!
He finally understood how it felt to be wronged.

If he had done this, he might have admitted it. After all, being able to accurately exploit a bank loophole to withdraw 400 million Hong Kong dollars at one time requires too much technical skills.

But the thing is, he really didn't do it.

Richard trembled and took out his checkbook:

"My checkbook is still here. I haven't even used it. How could I have done this?"

The ghost commissioner sneered:
"You are a senior superintendent of the Special Branch. It's not difficult for you to get a few checkbooks, right?"

"You have plenty of ways."

Richard deeply felt Dou E's injustice. He finally understood what kind of despair the snow in June was:
“But I really haven’t done it.”

The ghost specialist said calmly:
"We are not unreasonable people. Here, these are the checks left by the gangsters when they withdrew money from the bank. Open your eyes and take a good look. If you can pick out which one is not written by you, we will let you go."

Richard hurried forward tremblingly, as if he saw hope.

Then hope turned to despair:
"This one... looks like my signature."

"This one... seems to be my signature as well."

"Why is this one still here?"

(End of this chapter)