Hong Kong Film: Night Cop

Chapter 224 The bomber is a magician?
In the surveillance video, Martin and his men walked out of the building with laughter. Judging from the sinister smiles on their faces, it was obvious that they were not holding back any good intentions.

Martin got in the car and the driver started it.

Suddenly, a grenade appeared out of nowhere and was thrown into the car as if controlled by someone.

Then the car exploded.

Boom!

The people in the monitoring room were not frightened by the explosion. Instead, they looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Oh, God!"

All the foreigners exclaimed in surprise.

"This……"

Peng Jianxin rubbed his eyes, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Did you all see it?"

He Hui asked his men.

Lin Sen didn't know how to answer because it was too unbelievable.

"Play it again for me."

Yuan Haoyun said through gritted teeth.

He didn't believe that the grenade appeared out of thin air. There must be something he overlooked.

The surveillance video plays again.

This time, everyone watched very carefully, hoping to find out the source of the grenade.

But they were disappointed.

The grenade was thrown into the car out of thin air, and there was no one around.

"Invisible? Ghost? Or God!"

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

"There is definitely a problem. Check it for me. Is there something wrong with the surveillance?" The foreigner from the Political Department shouted at the top of his voice.

Convincing foreigners that ghosts exist is like telling them that there are vacancies in hell waiting for them.

After repeated checks by the monitoring personnel, there was no problem with the monitoring at all, and no records were deleted or modified by humans.

"Mr. Bert, although I think this is ridiculous, the facts are before our eyes. Maybe something really evil killed Martin and the others. Why not find a priest to take a look?"

The ghost director said to the head of the political department.

"Frant, you can go away now. You are not welcome here. I will find someone to deal with Martin's death." Bert said with a dark face.

Find a priest! What kind of a suggestion is this? If the British knew about this, I would no longer be able to sit in this position.

"OK, no problem, I'll go. However, you should still consider my opinion. After all, this is for your own good."

Farrant smiled, not angry at all. He gestured to Peng Jianxin and others, then left with his men.

Peng Jianxin and others were very happy. It was great that they didn't have to be responsible for such a troublesome case.

Everyone who had seen the police left, and Bert paced back and forth in the monitoring room.

"Sir, what do we do next?"

A political director asked in a low voice.

"Shit! If I knew what to do, would I still be here? What a bunch of trash." Bert cursed with a grim expression.

The other political department members were all silent upon hearing this.

"Everyone is speechless! Tell me, what exactly killed Martin and the others?"

Bert asked angrily after looking around at his men.

They are all ordinary people, walking with a breeze, but when something happens, no one can help.

"The police are good at investigating things..."

"Fuck, you're fired."

When Burt heard his men actually suggest asking the police for help, he was furious. Doesn't this guy have a brain? If the police had to intervene, he wouldn't have driven Farrant away.

The subordinate left the monitoring room with a pale and dusty face.

The others didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Sir." At this moment, a banana man raised his hand.

"Ding Jiaqiang, go ahead."

As a Hong Kong native, Ding Jiaqiang has become a British citizen and has helped the British obtain a lot of information. He also holds a high position in the Political Department, Senior Political Department Director, and is considered Bert's confidant.

"We can try to analyze..."

Ding Jiaqiang said this, and under everyone's puzzled expressions, he stood in front of the surveillance camera with great pride and pointed at one of the cameras and said, "Judging from the method used by the murderer, it reminds me of magic, because only magic can make something appear out of thin air."

"Everyone, you've all seen David Gopperfield's magic tricks, right?"

When the people present heard this, their eyes lit up. It was true!
Magic, it must be magic.

Bert admired Ding Jiaqiang very much and said, "Very good, very well done, keep going."

"Thank you, sir."

After getting Bert's affirmation, Ding Jiaqiang spoke even more happily.

"As long as we can crack the magician's trick, it will be easy for us to find the murderer, sir. I suggest we find someone who is proficient in magic and have him come to the scene to take a look."

"Excellent! Does anyone have any suggestions?"

Bert nodded in satisfaction.

The others shook their heads.

"Okay, Ding Jiaqiang, go find a magician right away. We must catch the bastard who dared to provoke the Political Department as soon as possible. I'm going to cut him into pieces." Bert said viciously.

Martin's death is not just about one person, but about the reputation of the entire political department. If he is not found, how can he still have the face to sit in this position!

Ding Jiaqiang was very excited and set off after receiving the order.

In less than an hour, he returned with a white magician.

After hearing what happened, the white magician seemed very excited. He then carefully examined the scene and the surrounding situation, hoping to find traces of magic.

If he could help the Political Department solve the case, he would also be able to rise to prominence through the Political Department's connections.

The magician spent a whole half day, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't find anything, which made him very shocked.

Generally speaking, every magic performance will leave traces, and the more skilled the magician, the fewer traces they leave.

But this time, not only were there no traces, there was no sign of magic at all.

"terribly sorry."

In the end, the magician could only shake his head at Ding Jiaqiang, indicating that he was powerless.

Ding Jiaqiang, who was originally very happy, was stunned in an instant.

"Why?" Ding Jiaqiang asked.

"Sir, as someone who is proficient in magic, I can tell you with certainty that there is no trace of magic here. It seems that I can't help you." The magician said disappointedly.

"It's not magic, then who killed Martin?" Ding Jiaqiang said dully.

"Maybe it's God, or maybe it's what the Chinese call a ghost."

After saying this, the magician left the Political Department building.

ghost?
Ding Jiaqiang is not a pure Hong Konger. He has European ancestry, but he grew up in Hong Kong and is very familiar with ghosts.

He would never have believed in ghosts before, but this time he was shaken.

The Martin case was assigned to him by his superiors. He originally thought it would be something that would allow him to make a contribution, but now it seems that it is not a good thing.

If the murderer cannot be found, Bert will definitely not let him off easy.

Ding Jiaqiang looked very unhappy, thinking that if he wanted to make further progress in the future, he had to catch the murderer.

"Ajian, what can you do?"

Ding Jiaqiang asked his detectives.

Political Department agent Zhou Jian is a tall and strong guy, a pure Hong Kong native. He was introduced to the Political Department by Ding Jiaqiang and is Ding Jiaqiang's confidant.

"I heard from grandma that if we want to deal with ghosts, we must find a wizard. Sir, why don't we go find a wizard to take a look?" Zhou Jian said cautiously.

In the past, Ding Jiaqiang would have definitely scolded him.

But at this moment, Ding Jiaqiang had no other choice but to try his luck.

(End of this chapter)