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

Chapter 48 Fate is as thin as paper
The fishing boat docked at the typhoon shelter pier. Chung Chi-fai, accompanied by two plainclothes officers from the intelligence department, walked up and took Knife Tsz-tung away.

CIB will take him to a safe house, take photos, and then release him back to the gang.

If Daozi Dong dares to betray us, a few photos will be sent to the TV station, and the assassins from the Yi Zi gang will arrive before the police.

The police force has a mature system for dealing with gangsters, from developing informants to controlling and protecting them, and each step is methodical.

Lin Tiansheng and Zhihui said, "Keep a close eye on things. Call us anytime if anything happens."

"Don't worry, boss. The CIB is a professional at keeping an eye on people." Zhong Zhihui, dressed in a suit, stood on the beach and said with a smile, "Whether it's the informant fee and the new passport, or chopping them into pieces, Dao Zai Dong knows how to choose. In Macau, I've already made arrangements with the Judiciary Police. The relevant personnel will be taken into custody, and the public will be told that they were arrested in a gambling raid. The news won't be broadcast, and we can suppress the situation for a while."

"Professional!" Lin Tiansheng gave a thumbs up, making Zhong Zhihui, Deng Gengyun, and the others laugh. Zhihui returned the thumbs up and looked at his brothers: "You guys are even more professional."

The Yi group was leaderless and unaware that the police had their eyes on the arms trade and were focused on helping the leader with his lawsuits, which actually gave the Major Crimes Unit a good opportunity.

Back on the streets of Shanghai, Lin Tiansheng washed his face and looked in the mirror at himself, his eyes deep, his features strong, and his face resolute.

He understood perfectly well that the case was quickly solved not just because of ruthlessness, a dark heart, or a sharp mind. In terms of handling cases, no one in the Major Crimes Unit was idle, and Team E was the weakest in terms of overall quality, far inferior to the Criminal Investigation Department of the Headquarters.

They performed better than the criminal investigation department for one thing: they were united, their superiors were not greedy, and the entire remnant party was focused on this case. They wanted to use the case to implicate political enemies and demonstrate their military might.

Otherwise, Pi Chi-pong could easily sell a piece of information and earn over a million Hong Kong dollars. Why would his subordinates bother with cases? A criminal department that is leaky and riddled with holes, no matter how skilled its staff are, would never be able to handle cases well.

Chen Anquan returned to his rented room, opened the window, and a series of crisp wind chimes rang out. Downstairs was the quiet and deserted Locke Street.

When he was working as a detective in Wan Chai, he lived in this unit. However, at that time, the property was registered under his name. Later, it was transferred to Lan Mingfei's name, and a contract was signed for a monthly rent of five hundred dollars.

Ah Fei had never taken his money, so he could no longer operate as a legitimate business owner. Whenever he closed a case, he liked to sit by the window and have a couple of drinks.

On the windowsill sat an ashtray, a lighter, a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, and a bottle of ice-cold beer.

Chen Anquan straddled the wall, picked up a piece of sticky note, and enjoyed the tranquility. A moment later, a paper crane lay in his hand.

Pink origami cranes were casually hung on the wind chimes. On the windowsill, dozens of colorful origami cranes hung from a dozen or so wind chimes.

The black Star pistol on the table, the scattered bullets—all these represent a man's romance.

A piece of paper represents a life, and a life is as thin as a piece of paper. Life is thinner than paper, as light as paper.

But he had lofty ambitions.

The crane, about to take flight, is broken.

Zhang Jinrong sat in the underground bank of Dongyifu, tossed his backpack into the counter, raised his cup of tea, and said generously, "Clean it up and deposit it into a company account."

The money exchange owner, "Uncle Xiong," gave his henchman a wink, offered him a cigarette, and politely lit it, asking, "Which company is it, Brother Rong?"

“Shengshi Building, the license holder is Li Zhongying, and the account is written on the paper.” Zhang Jinrong, with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a pen and pushed the paper in front of Uncle Xiong.

Uncle Xiong took the note, his eyes gleaming. He had already guessed that the double-flowered red stick in front of him had regained power. He flattered him, saying, "No problem, we're on the same side. 40/60 split, is that okay?" Although the police force had long since severed ties with the triads, and the former "Yi" triad had lost much of its strength, with Tung Yee Fook, which once dominated Yau Tsim Mong, gradually retreating to suburban areas like Kowloon City and Tsuen Wan, Cheung Kam Wing was one of their own and also "Chan Tai's" nephew. Both the Yi and other triads would give him face.

Having a mutually beneficial illicit connection with the police force is something many people would love to do, even if it's a corrupt police gang that everyone hates and is on its last legs.

Zhang Jinrong sat with his legs crossed, looking relaxed, enjoying the flattery from the gang elders. He was out there risking his life for face and status.

When he was at his lowest point, Uncle Xiong would have his underlings entertain him. After hanging up a gun, Uncle Xiong would have to hand him a cigarette and light it.

In life, what we fight for is this sense of pride.

Deng Gengyun returned to his newly rented apartment on Temple Street, opened the refrigerator, took a sip of cola, stole two pieces of soy sauce chicken, and with a satisfied expression, picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his tiger's mouth.

This unit is less than 500 square feet and is next to the Tin Hau Temple. It is smoky during the day and full of drunkards at night. Although it is cramped and narrow, the rent is cheap.
After securing the boxing straps, he raised his arm and slammed it into the sandbag, sending it flying and the chains rattling.

Besides eating, it's all about punching.

It's not that he's simple-minded; it's that he understands one thing: in this world, you have to fight with your fists, and a man has to rely on the power of his fists!

His fists were his skill in navigating the underworld, his most valuable asset. So, whether he was a detective, a traffic cop, or working in the serious crimes unit, he would never, ever give them up.

Just as he thought, the opportunity came.

Chung Chi-hui pushed open the door to the safe house. Knife Tsz-tung, dressed in prison clothes, was holding a sign and had just taken a picture of an informant. Two CIB officers opened their mouths to call for help, but Ah-Tou dropped a box and said, "Just got some new stuff, the latest model of bugging device. A doctor will be here soon to operate on him."

"Officer, what's going on? You need surgery to put a bug in?" Dao Zai Dong asked, his voice filled with apprehension. Zhong Zhihui frowned and said, "Never heard of implants? How about I give you an earpiece to wear?"

Dao Zai Dong struggled to shake off the police officer's hands, but he was handcuffed and could not exert any force. He shouted loudly, "You are violating human rights and abusing your informant."

Zhong Zhihui pointed at him and said, "Shut up. If you shout again, I'll pretend to explode, believe it or not?"

The intelligence department certainly didn't have any bugging devices that could explode, but the sight of a planted bug right in front of him startled Dao Zai Dong, making his hands and feet go weak and his whole body tremble.

That's really ruthless. These corrupt cops have improved so much compared to before; they're not only ruthless, they also have advanced technology. As times change and technology advances, the police's control over triads will only grow stronger.

Two days later.

Holding the DNA test report, Ma Delong walked into the office with a happy expression. He went to Ah Tou's workstation and whispered, "Lin sir, the Scotland Yard test report has been sent back. The bloodstains of the second person in the Lobster Bay dismemberment case belong to the deceased's wife and remarried husband, Lu Guohua."

Lin Tiansheng raised his eyebrows, not at all surprised. He flicked his finger across the table and said, "You take Ah Cong, and Da Zai bring the man back for questioning. Find out the truth, write a report, and prepare to close the case."

With this achievement, combined with his experience in the previous two cases, it wouldn't be a problem to promote one of his subordinates to sergeant once the current arms case is resolved.

Ma Delong stood at attention, saluted, and called out, "Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)