The Hunter's Path: Starting as a constable, ascend to the Old Ones.

Tsim Sha Tsui!

"Inspector Chen, Inspector Lu, this guy is Sang Hui. According to my clues, he is the latest gunpowder dealer to emerge. He is known in the industry for his daring. No matter how large the quantity, as long as you pay enough, he will dare to ship it to you."

"Moreover, he never inquires about the purpose of the buyers' purchases. According to rumors, he was the one who supplied the gunpowder in the Kowloon Road armored truck bombing."

Inside a brightly lit bar, Chen Jiaju's informant, Feiji, pointed to a man and a woman sitting in the corner and recounted all the information he had gathered.

"Looks like this is the guy."

Lu Ming and Chen Jiaju exchanged a glance, confirming that the man in front of them, Sang Hui, was the person they were looking for.

"Airplane Boy, thank you so much this time. Next time you have any scoops, remember to let me know as soon as possible. I won't treat you unfairly."

"Officer Chen, the intelligence fee..."

"I'll settle the payment with you once I get paid. When have I ever owed you intelligence fees?"

"Ha, I know that Inspector Chan is a loyal and kind person, I'm not in a hurry."

Chen Jiaju dismissed Feijizai and then discussed with Lu Ming how to break through Sang Hui's defenses. Chen Jiaju's idea was to pretend to be a buyer to approach Sang Hui, and then catch him red-handed when he took out the gunpowder. They would arrest Sang Hui and bring him back to the police station for interrogation.

"Ah Ming, isn't my plan perfect?"

Chen Jiaju was somewhat smug.

Lu Ming said noncommittally, "I think... it doesn't need to be so complicated. I have a simpler way, such as shoving your police gun into his hand and falsely accusing him of stealing a police gun. If he doesn't confess honestly, shoot him on the spot. I think he will confess honestly."

"...This is illegal." Chen Jiaju's eyes widened suddenly. Are they really going to go this far?

"Uncle Biao taught me that some unconventional methods can be used to solve cases."

Lu Ming, without changing his expression, pushed the blame onto Uncle Biao.

"Why does Uncle Biao keep teaching you these crooked and evil ways?"

Chen Jiaju muttered something to himself, then shook his head. "I think we should do it my way!" He sometimes used illegal methods, but shoving a police gun into someone's hand and making a false accusation was beyond his bottom line.

"Okay, I'll back you up."

Lu Ming smiled and let Chen Jiaju perform on stage. Chen Jiaju was prepared. He put on a fake beard and glasses, dressed up as a businessman, picked up a glass of draft beer and walked towards Sang Hui's table.

"Brother Hui, there's a business deal I'd like to discuss with you."

When Sang Hui saw Chen Jiaju suddenly appear, he immediately became wary. For those of them who made a living through shady dealings, the worst thing was for a stranger to show up at their door for no reason.

Generally speaking, he only feels comfortable making a transaction if it's introduced by an acquaintance.

"What business do you want to discuss with me?"

Sang Hui's mind raced. He asked his girlfriend to wait a moment, and then led Chen Jiaju to another empty table to talk. Chen Jiaju was overjoyed; the plan had succeeded. He glanced triumphantly at Lu Ming, who was guarding the door.

Lu Ming clicked his tongue inwardly. Chen Jiaju was still too naive. How could someone involved in organized crime easily trust a stranger, especially someone like Sang Hui, a big shot in the explosives business, who was extremely cautious?

There's going to be a good show coming.

As expected, after deceiving Chan Ka-kui, Sang Fai used the excuse of contacting the gunpowder seller to directly call the police. Soon after, two officers from the Serious Crime Unit of the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station came in and searched Chan Ka-kui.

Chen Jiaju naturally wouldn't surrender without a fight, nor did he want to expose his identity to Sang Hui, so he immediately started a fight.

Seeing this scene, Sang Hui curled his lip in disdain, put his arm around his heavily made-up girlfriend, swaggered out of the bar, and got straight into his van.

"This idiot comes up here wanting to buy some kind of fish-frying cannon, does he think I'm stupid? Haha, let him talk to the cops!"

Sang Hui was in high spirits, but suddenly realized that his girlfriend was silent. He turned his head in confusion and found that a 38-type stylist had been pressing against the back of his girlfriend's head.

He stared at Lu Ming in the back seat, and asked in shock and anger, "Who are you?"

"CID!"

Lu Ming gripped his .38 rifle in one hand and held up his police ID with the other, looking at Sang Hui with a half-smile. "I suspect you're involved in a bombing case. Please come with me!"

"Officer, you've got it wrong, I'm a good person!"

Sang Hui was drenched in cold sweat.

"A good person?"

Lu Ming smiled. "I believe you. Here's what we'll do: I've heard that good people are rewarded, so I'll take a gamble with you. If heaven truly recognizes you as a good person, then I'll let you go."

"What are you betting on?"

Sang Hui swallowed hard.

"Of course, I'm betting your life."

Lu Ming swung the magazine open, ejected five bullets in front of Sang Hui, and said slowly, "Let's play a round of Russian roulette. I'll only have one bullet in my gun, spin the magazine, and then fire five shots at you. If you miss all five shots, you win."

"Five...five shots?"

Sang Hui's face turned deathly pale. This wasn't gambling; it was clearly an attempt to kill him.

"You're a good person, you should believe that good people are rewarded!"

Lu Ming closed the magazine, then flicked it with his hand, and the magazine spun rapidly. He looked at Sang Hui and said, "If I were you, I would fight back and run away right now."

"..."

Sang Hui's eye twitched. Even if there was only one bullet left in the gun, he wouldn't dare to gamble.

He's a man who values ​​his life.

"Officer, could we play a different game?"

"Of course...no."

Lu Ming raised his gun and pointed it at Sang Hui. "I have two questions. First, were the explosives used in the recent explosion at the Galaxy Center shopping mall supplied by you? Second, who was the buyer?"

Sang Hui hesitated for a moment.

Click!

Lu Ming pulled the trigger without hesitation, but unfortunately, the first shot missed.

He felt a little regretful.

Sang Hui's female companion screamed in fright. At the same time, Sang Hui's heart skipped a beat from the click of the .38 caliber gun. He looked at Lu Ming with a face full of fear. This guy really dared to fire a gun!

"You're lucky to have the right to take that shot."

Lu Ming spoke slowly and deliberately, then his finger slowly touched the trigger.

Unable to bear it any longer, Sang Hui broke down and shouted, "Sir, I'm done playing this game! I'll confess to everything! It was Polar Bear! He bought the largest quantity and specifically requested high-powered explosives, saying they were for blasting rocks. I suspect he was the one who carried out the Galaxy Center Mall bombing."

"Officer, it really has nothing to do with me."

Upon hearing that it was indeed a product of Sang Hui, Lu Ming pressed further, "Tell me, where can I find polar bears?"

"I don't know where he lives, but he often hangs out at the billiard hall in Yau Ma Tei."

"Officer, everything I'm saying is true, you have to believe me."

"I told you before, I believe you, but you still have to come to the police station with me. If you dare to lie, the next round of Russian roulette will be filled with six bullets."

Lu Ming took out handcuffs, cuffed Sang Hui, and shoved him out of the car.

"Ah Ming!"

At this moment, Chen Jiaju finally got rid of the two Tsim Sha Tsui guys and rushed over from the bar. When he saw Lu Ming arrest Sang Hui, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't let that bastard get away.

"Jiaju, Sanghui has explained everything."

Chen Jiaju felt ashamed when he heard Lu Ming say that. He had tried everything but got nothing, while Lu Ming had dealt with Sang Hui and obtained the most important information as soon as he stepped in.

Am I being too conservative in my work methods?