Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 157 Matching the Enemy with High-Level Opponents

Song Zhaowen seemed unfazed by losing 100 million; in fact, the videotape in front of him was worth at least 1 billion in his eyes!

Wu Zhaoyong quickly lowered his head: "We will definitely handle the matters ordered by the boss. We just didn't expect—those guys in uniforms to be so ruthless."

"Black?" Song Zhaowen scoffed, slipping the ring back onto his thumb and slowly adjusting his cuffs. "You can't judge a book by its cover. What wouldn't they do for money? I have to say, sometimes we mules are more disciplined than those in uniforms."

Ahua couldn't help but interject: "Boss, this video—should we hand it over to the police directly? Or—"

Sell ​​it to a newspaper? That would be a sensation in Hong Kong! You're at odds with Richard, right? Damn it, we'll find a few media outlets we're close to, embellish the story, and say it's a case of police-criminal collusion, silencing witnesses and pocketing a hundred million, with Richard orchestrating it all. If that tape gets released, Richard's been screwed! He's dead meat this time...

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Song Zhaowen turned around and glanced at Ahua, a look that immediately silenced Ahua.

"Foolish~"

"Ahua, while your actions may seem satisfying, once you do that, our Zhengxing will be wiped out in no time."

"Is it that serious, boss?"

Hearing the two exclaim in surprise, Song Zhaowen first flicked out two cigars.

"If this gets exposed, it will be a major case. Since Hong Kong opened to trade, even during the era of the Four Great Detectives, there have been plenty of corrupt police officers, but never a truly monstrous one! Silencing witnesses and dividing the spoils—this is an international incident. It won't just be reported in the Hong Kong Daily; it'll be on the New York Times the next day. There will be a major earthquake in the political arena. What is Richard? The Commissioner of Police and those high-ranking Constitutional Commissioners will all be wiped out and removed from office. Even the current Governor of Hong Kong will be summoned to their ancestral home for questioning in Parliament!"

"At that time, the robbery case will escalate into a political event that no one can control."

"As the whistleblowers, we'll offend all the bureaucratic organizations in Hong Kong. We might be fine in the short term, but once this incident fades, do you think those vengeful Ansar people won't retaliate?"

"How many people from our Zhengxing Society can we possibly go toe-to-toe with warships and cannons?"

Song Zhaowen's words were like a bucket of ice water, waking Ahua from his feverish daze. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he quickly lowered his head: "Boss, I—I didn't think things through, I almost ruined everything."

Wu Zhaoyong also realized what was happening and swallowed hard: "Then—boss, are we just going to keep this videotape for ourselves? I'm not willing to let those corrupt cops get away with it. It would be such a waste not to make use of it."

Song Zhaowen took a puff of his cigar, letting the smoke swirl in his mouth before slowly exhaling. His eyes appeared even more profound behind the swirling smoke from the cigar box.

"Use them, of course we should use them. But not in the suicidal way you do."

"This videotape is a nuclear bomb. The greatest power of a nuclear bomb isn't on the launch pad, or even when it's launched, but in letting others know you have it, and believe you dare to use it, yet they don't know when you'll use it, or who you'll use it on." A glint of shrewdness flashed in Song Zhaowen's eyes. "And I'll make them owe me a huge favor! Then we'll fight like dogs."

Ahua and Wu Zhaoyong seemed to understand but not quite, only feeling that the big boss's ideas were indeed profound and unfathomable.

"Leave this to me, don't ask any more questions... Go back and rest."

After Wu Zhaoyong and Ahua went out.

Song Zhaowen immediately dialed the phone number of his lover, Senior Inspector Chen Jiaqi of the West Kowloon Police Station.

The voice on the other end sounded utterly exhausted.

"Ah Wen, I know you're in a panic because you lost 100 million, but we also had casualties in the West Kowloon PTU. I'll give it to you after I'm done with this..."

Chen Jiaqi clearly misunderstood, thinking that Song Zhaowen was asking about the progress of the case.

"Jiaqi, I never cared about that 100 million, but I have some bombshell information that can blow up your entire police system! Let me put it this way... I already know who did it, it was collusion between the police and criminals~"

"...Awen, do you know what you're saying?"

"Jiaqi, come see me when you have time. By the way, bring your backer. You can't handle this matter on your own. It needs to be someone at least a Constitutional Commissioner."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if they were processing Song Zhaowen's words.

"Okay! Wait for me, I'll be there in half an hour... no, in ten minutes."

Song Zhaowen hung up the phone, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Walk to the window~

Ten minutes had just passed when two cars drove in one after the other at the building entrance.

Soon, Tony knocked lightly on the door, his expression more serious than usual: "Boss, Inspector Chen has arrived, and there's also—"

—The other one, judging by his aura, must be someone important.

Song Zhaowen turned around and nodded: "Please invite them in. Prepare some tea, then you and your brothers should all go downstairs. No one is to approach this room without my permission."

"Understood, boss."

The door was pushed open, and Chen Jiaqi walked in first.

She wasn't wearing a police uniform, but the weariness and seriousness between her brows were undeniable, and her eyes were bloodshot. Clearly, the immense pressure from the Ma Jixian Gorge robbery had overwhelmed her. And the person following behind him made Song Zhaowen's eyes flash with a sharp light.

The man was around forty years old, in excellent shape, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, without a tie, and with his shirt collar slightly open. He exuded an aura of someone who had long held a high position and was in control of everything.

It was Lau Kit-fai, the Assistant Director of the Kowloon Regional Headquarters who frequently appeared on television.

Liu Jiehui holds the highest rank among the Chinese-American faction in the police system, at the level of a constitutional commissioner.

The real big shot is here.

Song Zhaowen never expected that his lover's backer was actually a powerful figure. No wonder Chen Jiaqi, a mere senior inspector, could contact the North and Interpol, and even stand up to Richard, the British-funded commissioner. His backer was very strong.

"Director Liu, Inspector Chen, welcome to my humble abode." Song Zhaowen took two steps forward to greet them.

Chen Jiaqi gave Song Zhaowen a look, signaling him to watch his words.

Liu Jiehui raised an eyebrow: "You know me."

"Haha, Director Liu is a source of pride for the Chinese people and an idol for young people. Who doesn't know you?"

Everyone loves to hear nice things, and Liu Jiehui was no exception. His initial indifference towards Song Zhaowen, a guy with a triad background, improved slightly.

Liu Jiehui didn't mince words: "Jiaqi said you have important information about today's robbery?"

"Please sit down." Song Zhaowen gestured for the two to sit on the sofa and personally poured them freshly brewed Pu'er tea. "Director Liu, Inspector Chen, I'm truly sorry to disturb you so late at night. However, this matter is of great importance, and I think seeing some things for yourself is more effective than me saying a thousand words."

He didn't beat around the bush; he simply picked up the remote control from the coffee table and pressed a button on the rear-projection TV hanging on the opposite wall. The TV screen lit up, displaying the media player's standby screen.

Chen Jiaqi glanced at Liu Jiehui, who nodded slightly, indicating that he should calm down.

Song Zhaowen inserted a videotape into the player and pressed play. The screen initially displayed static before the image stabilized—it was the overhead view of the robbery scene at Majixian Gorge, secretly filmed by Wu Zhaoyong and his accomplices!

It began with a shocking scene of the robbers' gliding assault, installing EMPs, suppressing fire, and precisely breaching the door. Liu Jiehui and Chen Jiaqi immediately sat up straight, their eyes becoming incredibly focused. Chen Jiaqi even exclaimed in a low voice, "These guys—they're trained way beyond ordinary thugs!"

Liu Jiehui didn't speak, but his brows were already tightly furrowed.

The scene continues, showing the robbers quickly carrying away two money boxes and making a decisive retreat. Then, the PTU team recovers from the initial chaos, with Deng Weitao and Fei Sha whispering among themselves, the evil thoughts arising in the atmosphere of despair, the agreement of the others, and finally—the chilling, all-out annihilation with cold weapons, and the process of hiding the remaining money boxes.

Throughout the entire process, the only sounds were the faint hiss of the video recorder running, and the faint sounds of wind, groans, and the muffled thud of a sharp object entering flesh. The air in Song Zhaowen's office seemed to freeze, and the temperature plummeted.

When the image finally focused on Deng Weitao's blood-stained, numb, and ferocious face, Liu Jiehui's face had turned ashen, and his hands, which were resting on his knees, clenched into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Chen Jiaqi was filled with shock and rage. He stood up abruptly, his chest heaving violently: "They—how dare they?! This is murder, this is robbery, this is—a disgrace to the police force!"

The two could not believe their eyes. Their comrades, who usually trained and carried out missions together, had transformed into demons even more vicious than the robbers in this desperate situation!

But the truth was right before their eyes, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

Liu Jiehui took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. As a seasoned official of the Constitutional Commission, he quickly regained his composure, though the fury and icy intensity in his eyes were undeniable. He turned to Song Zhaowen and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Song, is the source of this videotape reliable?"

Song Zhaowen met his gaze frankly: "Absolutely reliable. To be honest, ever since I won that 400 million in cash, I knew it would cause trouble. So, I secretly sent people to follow the three transport routes—HSBC, Standard Chartered, and Hang Seng—from a distance. I didn't want to get involved, just to capture images so I could know who was behind it, for future investigation." Unexpectedly, Hang Seng's operation, besides capturing the robbers, also captured something even more "exciting."

He paused, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Speaking of which, it's all thanks to that Senior Sergeant Deng Weitao."

If it weren't for a past grudge between him and me, which made me pay extra attention to this escort mission, I might have missed this good show.

Liu Jiehui's eyes were sharp as knives: "Mr. Song, what do you want by showing us such important evidence? Money? Or—revenge against Deng Weitao and Richard?"

Song Zhaowen smiled, picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, pushed out the videotape, and played with it in his hand.

"Director Liu, I don't lack money. Deng Weitao? He's just a nobody, not worth my trouble. As for Richard—" He shook his head: "I don't get along with him, but to bring him down this way is too low-level and will have endless consequences."

He gently placed the videotape on the coffee table in front of Liu Jiehui.

"I'll give this tape to Director Liu."

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