The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 1 The Five Poisons Detective (New book release, please support!)
On October 23, 1980, at night, a torrential downpour began.

In Kowloon City, on Boundary Street, police officers wearing plastic raincoats, carrying batons, and wearing leather boots hurried along, running, shouting, and assembling in front of the iron safety railings and antlers.

A raindrop trickled down Lin Tiansheng's cheek as he held up his Citizen steel watch: 11:32.

Less than half an hour remains before the newly passed "Hong Kong Citizens Immigration Amendment (No. 2) Ordinance 1980" comes into effect.

He could never have imagined that a water rescue would transport him to Hong Kong in the 1980s, where he would become a sergeant at the Tsuen Wan Police Station, responsible for patrolling the Shing Mun Reservoir.

Those who are transferred to guard the pond and sit on the sidelines usually have some kind of story to tell.

After a night of adjustment and sorting out his memories, he finally understood his identity: the right-hand man of Chief Detective "Lui Lok", the next generation leader of the Chaozhou gang, the Chinese detective chief of the Wan Chai Police District, the youngest "ring boss" in Hong Kong's history, and a big boss known as the "Five Poisons Detective Chief"!

What is a "Five Poisons Detective"? He's someone who spends his days indulging in "eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking."

However, as "Old Mac" pushed for police reform, Chief Detective Inspector Lui Lok, Yan Hung, Han Sen, Lam Kong, and others saw that things were not going well and retired early, taking their money with them.

The infamous Five Poisons Detective lost everything overnight and was left with gambling debts. He went from a powerful gangster to a hopeless "good-for-nothing" in the police force, but luckily escaped the anti-corruption storm and was able to become a "police sergeant," spending his days in military uniform, sitting on a stool, and fishing in the pond.

As the successor personally designated by Brother Lok before leaving Hong Kong, he would often be approached by former detectives and old buddies who would ask him to return to the underworld and take charge of the situation.

But a detective who has lost his power is no better than a roadside dummy.

On one occasion, the former brother, feeling ashamed, wanted to find the "Dongguan Gang" to settle a debt for his brother. As a result, he was forced to pay with a gold watch at gunpoint.

He then gave him a piece of advice: "Look at you, I thought it was when Brother Le was around. A uniformed policeman, you don't even have a gun, what kind of face do you have!"

The world changes so fast that an era can be wiped out in just a few years.

But since fate had appointed him as the Five Poisons Inspector, he could no longer waste his time or be content with loneliness.

In Hong Kong, thirty might be the peak of one's career, and the forties are often the retirement age for politicians. But in later generations, thirty is the golden age for building a career, and sixty is considered a super-employee with built-in social security!

Having just finished his military service, he was to be transferred to a local police force. In 1980, he became a Chinese police officer, which might be better than his original job.

Therefore, after once again rejecting the olive branch of the Justices of the Peace, Lam Tin-shing decided to take advantage of the authorities' amendment to the law to do something big and make a comeback.

He refused to be a Justice of the Peace because he didn't want to be a pawn; he returned to the political arena to prove himself.

Chaos is the best ladder.

Lui Lok gained the appreciation of foreigners by acting decisively during the "Double Ten Incident," while Lam Kong rose to prominence by taking a desperate gamble during the "1967 Riots."

Tonight, more than 14,000 new immigrants have gathered outside Boundary Street, a mere 2.8 kilometers long, to protest against the foreigners' ban on the Immigration Act of 1974 (which stipulates that immigrants can apply for a legal identity card for Hong Kong Island by presenting proof of kinship to the police station south of Boundary Street, commonly known as the "base policy").

Two days before the bill took effect, the police force mobilized the uniformed unit, the mobile unit, and the fire department to form a bomb disposal unit, set up checkpoints and erected fences along Boundary Street, and froze the issuance of identity cards by various police stations, which aroused public anger.

Multiple media outlets have condemned the authorities for accepting Vietnamese refugees while simultaneously expelling their own citizens, exacerbating the chaos and leading to escalating conflicts and frequent bloodshed in recent days. Currently, a large number of community members have joined the protests. The demonstrators are a mixed bag, with no clear distinction between black and white groups, and weapons such as Molotov cocktails, throwing stones, machetes, and firearms have begun to be displayed.

Organizing riots and protests has always been the best way for social organizations established under the guise of associations to recruit members and build their reputation.

Four Chaozhou-origin police officers, each holding a rattan shield, formed a circular shield formation and were holding the second line of defense. Amidst the clanging and banging, they continuously deflected incoming debris.

A young police officer, speaking with a local accent, called out loudly, "Brother Sheng, Inspector Qin has blown the whistle and is calling us to take over from Team A."

"Can't you get on?"

Lin Tiansheng gripped his baton, looked at his four subordinates who had been guarding the pond for three years, and said coldly, "Go to hell, go!"

"Helping foreigners fight their own people, they won't even have a proper place to give birth."

Veteran police officer Ma Delong looked astonished: "Brother Sheng, if we don't go now, Inspector Qin will hold us accountable."

"I'll carry it."

Lin Tiansheng trudged through the rain, bent down to move the railing aside, and replied, "If you want to hold them accountable, have Inspector Qin go and ask them."

While the four subordinates looked at each other in bewilderment, several refugees disregarded the risks and rushed across the street, immediately creating a gap in the tight formation.

Ten, dozens
In an instant, a large number of refugees poured in, widening the breach. After casualties occurred, more and more of the workers, with tacit understanding, used excuses to retreat and let the refugees into the city.

Many police officers are working hard, trying to win the favor of the foreigners, but many more colleagues are just holding their rice bowls and obeying orders, feeling very awkward and not agreeing with it.

Because before midnight, the bill had not yet taken effect, and immigration into the city was not illegal. The authorities who set up checkpoints in advance to block new immigrants were the real lawbreakers.

If someone dares to start a disturbance, the rest will naturally go along with it. Qin, the assistant officer, stepped out of a command vehicle parked next to the convenience store, not even bothering to put on a raincoat. Ignoring the heavy rain, he rushed to the front, his eyes blazing with fury: "Fuck you, Lin Tiansheng! I told you to be transferred to the front lines to make a name for yourself, and this is how you show me your skills?"

"The crime of disobeying orders alone is enough to strip you of your police uniform and send you to jail!"

Lin Tiansheng was even bumped twice on the shoulder by the citizens who were running away in a panic, but he stood still, staring at Qin Baoji. His handsome face with its sharp features was full of toughness, and he replied, "Fine, sentence me to two more years. It'll be a good opportunity to go to Stanley and catch up with my old friends."

As Lok Gor's successor, he not only has old friends in Stanley, but also many old acquaintances within the police force.

Qin Baoji pulled out his baton, his face showing impatience: "Are you threatening me, Asheng?"

Lin Tiansheng's expression was cold: "You threatened me first. If you're not convinced, go to the boxing gym after work and train."

Qin Baoji sneered. Seeing his subordinates rushing over, he stepped forward, intending to teach Lin Tiansheng a lesson. However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed many refugees who had just crossed the fence stopping and staring at him, making him uneasy. He had no choice but to give up and said, "Think about how to explain this to the Internal Investigation Department."

(End of this chapter)