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the next day.

Chen Fan went to the Sham Shui Po Police Station early in the morning.

This is his third day since his promotion; the new work schedule will be released soon.

According to the rules, Chen Fan will be assigned two subordinates and will also have an additional direct superior.

However, his situation is special. The police station already has enough staff for several other sergeants, and it is unknown how Leung Tak-ming will arrange things.

"Hey, Afan, so early!"

Fat Chen was still on duty at the counter, which is the police reporting area.

"Good morning to you too. Has Ah Tou arrived yet?"

Chen Fan nodded slightly, then asked.

"Just arrived."

Thanks.

Liang Deming is a very detail-oriented person. He is never late for work and often arrives early.

Ten years ago, this would have been unthinkable.

It can only be said that the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) has a very strong deterrent effect.

Chen Fan didn't change his clothes and walked straight to the director's office.

When he arrived at the door, he knocked gently until he heard a sound from inside.

"Come in."

Chen Fan pushed open the door and entered.

"Hmm? Afan, what's up?"

Liang Deming was fiddling with the documents on the table when he saw him and was taken aback.

"Chief, I have news about that shipment."

Chen Fan closed the door and then said softly.

goods?

Liang Deming's mind raced, and he immediately thought of something.

"Did the victim tell you that?"

"Also a victim, but someone else."

Chen Fan's answer was somewhat ambiguous.

Liang Deming didn't care about any of that. He got up from his chair, looking somewhat excited.

"The anti-triad unit is at a loss with this case, keeping a close eye on Hong Tai and his gang every day. Hahaha, we didn't expect to find out about them first."

After saying that, he added seriously, "Is the information reliable? Don't let it turn out to be a false alarm."

"Very reliable."

Chen Fan hesitated after speaking, "Director, I went to great lengths to obtain this information. Are we just going to let our brother department have it so easily?"

"Heh, you're already tired of wearing those insignia after only a few days?"

Liang Deming chuckled and scolded, but then said seriously, "Don't worry, although the operation is carried out by the anti-gangster team, no one can erase your contributions."

"Chief, I'd like to join the operation."

Chen Fan took the opportunity to make his own request.

"Oh?"

Liang Deming was taken aback, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll let them know when the time comes and remind them to change into casual clothes."

After he finished speaking, he patted Chen Fan on the shoulder.

"I like ambitious young people the most. Since you have this ambition, then seize the opportunity."

"Chief, I..."

Chen Fan immediately realized that his request had caused the other party to misunderstand something.

He provides clues, and he can still share the credit afterward.

But if I were to participate in the operation, especially as a uniformed police officer, it would practically be a declaration that I wanted to switch jobs.

It's no wonder Liang Deming misunderstood.

"No need to say more. Sham Shui Po is a shallow place, and we usually deal with trivial matters. It's normal for young people to be adventurous."

Liang Deming interrupted him: "Now tell me in detail what happened."

Chen Fan did not continue to explain after hearing this, because if he could really be transferred to the anti-black team or CID, it would be a very big step forward for him.

In this era, there are two main routes for Hong Kong police officers to climb the ranks.

One is the diesel line.

In other words, Chen Fan, who is in military uniform, will eventually reach a position no higher than Liang Deming's.

The other is the assistance line.

Although both start as police officers, once you surpass the sergeant level, you will be promoted directly to probationary inspector and have operational command authority.

The former is a soldier, the latter a general; their potential is simply incomparable.

Joining departments such as CID or O-district Office is a necessary step for those who want to switch lines.

Not to mention that these two groups are much more likely to be involved in major criminal cases.

For Chen Fan, it was even more important than a promotion.

After briefly mentioning Wei Jixiang's matter to Liang Deming, he continued:

"According to the information he gave me, Hongtai's goods were never actually lost. They just staged this whole thing because they didn't want to split the profits."

The drugs are currently hidden at the residences of the leader and his son. Their exact locations are still being investigated; he will call me once he finds them.

"Okay, I'll talk to the people at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) later. Once you confirm the information, take action immediately!"

Liang Deming nodded slightly, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Then I'll go wait for the call."

"Go."

Chen Fan turned and left, while Liang Deming behind him picked up the phone and started dialing.

After leaving the office, he went to the changing room to change out of his police uniform into his usual civilian clothes, and then began to patiently wait for news.

Not long after, Uncle Li and Zhao Guodong also came to work. After exchanging greetings, they went their separate ways.

It wasn't until lunchtime that Fatty Chen came running over.

"Afan, someone is looking for you."

Chen Fan, who was flipping through a magazine, perked up and immediately went to the counter.

"Feed?"

"It's all set up. The stuff is under the Crown Prince's bed. As for the dragon head, I put it in the trunk of his car. When are you going to make your move?"

Wei Jixiang's voice was very low, but the man's loud laughter could still be faintly heard.

"Soon, be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan immediately ran towards the director's office.

Liang Deming had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw him coming, he knew that things could begin.

"The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) will be there soon, be careful."

"Thank you, Director. I will."

Chen Fan stepped forward and saluted.

He came down from the second floor again, intending to wait outside for the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) agents, just as Uncle Li returned from his patrol.

"Hey, Afan, let's have lunch together."

"No, you eat first."

Chen Fan shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Uncle Li didn't say much and went to the cafeteria by himself.

After they finished eating, they came out and saw Chen Fan get into a silver-gray sedan with an unfamiliar license plate that didn't belong to the police station.

At this moment, Fatty Chen walked over with a lunchbox and stood next to Uncle Li.

"That's an O-Team car, right? I've seen that license plate before."

"Is Afan switching jobs?"

"He was only promoted to senior constable a few days ago? And he's already caught the eye of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau?"

The other colleagues also gathered around, whispering amongst themselves, their expressions a mix of envy and jealousy.

In the corner, Lin Yaohui stood next to the water dispenser, holding a water cup.

Hearing those words, he tried his best to keep his expression, but after he turned around and went back to the archives, he heard the sound of things being smashed coming from inside.

In the car.

The young man driving the car was in his late twenties, with a buzz cut and a bluish stubble on his chin.

"Brother Lu asked me to pick you up. Did you bring your things?"

"I brought it."

Chen Fan touched the gun at his waist.

"Is your informant reliable?"

"Reliable."

The young man didn't ask any more questions. The car turned into Tsim Sha Tsui, where the streets became much wider and the buildings taller, as if we had entered another world.

After a while, as the brakes sounded, Chen Fan saw a small villa, which was where the Crown Prince used to eat, drink, and have fun.

However, considering Hongtai's financial resources, it is most likely that it is rented.

Once the car came to a stop, Chen Fan got out and immediately saw someone on the street corner.

She wore a black trench coat and had her hair in a ponytail, looking dashing and heroic.

She didn't notice the car; she was busy watching the news about the villa.

Chen Fan's gaze lingered for a moment before he followed the young man forward.

Soon after, the two arrived at an alley where three unmarked cars were parked on the side of the road, and seven or eight men in plain clothes were smoking cigarettes.

Upon seeing them, a man in his early thirties walked over.

"Lu Qichang, leader of Team B of the O-Case."

Lu Qichang extended his hand.

Chen Fan raised his hand and shook hands with him; he was all too familiar with the other man's face.

"Chen Fan".

"Old Liang told me that although you provided the information, remember that you must not act on your own when we take action later."

Lu Qichang's expression was very serious. "Do you understand?!"

"clear!"

Chen Fan nodded in agreement.

This opportunity is very important to him; if he can seize it, he can save a lot of time.

Lu Qichang nodded, then turned and clapped twice to the others.

"Move in five minutes!"

They're just a bunch of thugs; this kind of commotion is really making a mountain out of a molehill.

Perhaps because of Chen Fan, an outsider, and because he was the one who provided the information, Lu Qichang wanted to get revenge.

The members of Group B were all eager and excited.

"Rookie, our boss hates disobedient guys the most."

The young man who had just started driving came over and offered her a cigarette: "Do your best, maybe we'll be colleagues in the future."

"Thanks."

Chen Fan took it, but instead of smoking it, he clipped it to his ear.

Before he transmigrated, he was indeed quite addicted to smoking, but he has quit for many days since arriving here.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I really don't have the money.

At 1:15, the operation officially began.

The group strode towards the villa without making any attempt to conceal their intentions.

The two thugs at the door had just turned around when they were pinned against the wall. One of them tried to shout, but his mouth was covered.

His other hand reached for his waist, but an O-Team member pressed his knee against his lower back, causing him to groan and fall to the ground.

Lu Qichang did not choose to identify himself, but instead took control of the scene first.

They were probably worried that the guys inside would destroy the evidence.

Chen Fan followed behind and rushed into the first floor.

Four people were sitting in the living room; two were playing cards, and two were drinking.

Upon seeing the person rush in, the man playing cards jumped up and reached under the sofa cushion.

One of the waiters kicked over the coffee table and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground.

The other three didn't even have time to move before guns were pointed at their heads.

"Police! Don't move! Everyone lie down!"

A man in a vest rushed to the second-floor corner, saw that there were people below, and turned around and ran back.

"Young Master, the cops are here!"

He shouted, and Lu Qichang immediately directed his men to take action.

Chen Fan followed and rushed to the second floor.

Music was playing from the room at the end of the corridor. A man in a vest stood in the doorway, frantically knocking.

"Young Master!!"

The door opened from the inside, and the prince stood in the doorway, shirtless, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms, his hair disheveled, and his eyes bloodshot.

"What are you yelling for? What cop are you?"

He was really high just now and hasn't recovered yet.

"Wow, that's some serious police!"

The man in the vest was frantic. Seeing Chen Fan and his group getting closer and closer, with guns in their hands, he immediately obediently put his hands on his head and squatted on the ground.

The prince peeked out and saw this scene. For some reason, he rushed into the room.

"Chase!"

The officer leading the team immediately shouted and rushed inside.

But as soon as he got close to the gate, he was shot in the arm.

The others were terrified and scrambled to find cover.

Chen Fan rushed to the door in a few steps and peered inside, using the cover as cover.

The prince was breathing rapidly, his eyes bloodshot, and he was about to fire a finishing shot at the fallen, wounded police officer.

Chen Fan seized the opportunity, pointed the gun at the prince, and without hesitation or warning, pulled the trigger.

boom!

The prince collapsed, a large hole appearing between his eyebrows, from which blood slowly seeped out.

At this moment, Lu Qichang also rushed over, first looking at the fallen employee, and then at Chen Fan.

Why did you kill him?

"If we don't kill his colleague, he'll die."

Chen Fan answered calmly.

Lu Qichang paused, his original intention being to ask why he didn't choose a uniform.

But seeing the state of his subordinates around him, he ultimately said nothing.

"Go in and search!"

Several people filed in and quickly pulled a travel bag from under the bed. When they opened it, they found it was full of packets of white powder.

"Boss, we found it."

Lu Qichang exhaled and pulled Chen Fan forward.

"I remember you killed three people last time, right? Kid, aren't you afraid the Internal Affairs Department will cause trouble?"

"They've already looked."

Chen Fan shrugged.

"Go back and hand over the gun for a ballistics comparison, and then write a report."

Lu Qichang stopped in his tracks. "Old Liang and I are old friends. He recommended you to me, saying you're a promising talent. Kid, want to work for the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau?"

"think!"

Chen Fan's spirits lifted, and he immediately raised his hand in a salute.

"Heh, come report from Tsim Sha Tsui in a few days."

Lu Qichang smiled and gently patted his shoulder: "Do a good job, don't let me down."

"Thank you, Sir!"

"What should you call me?"

"Thank you, boss!"

Just as the two were talking, the officer who had been shot was helped over.

"Your name is Chen Fan, right? I'll call you A-Fan. Let's have a meal together after you're done. Thanks a lot for today."

He looked grateful.

Chen Fan looked around and saw that the other police officers all had friendly expressions on their faces.

Given the choice between a teammate who can save lives in a crisis and a rookie who's so scared he wets his pants, they would naturally choose the former.

Not everyone has the courage to shoot someone.

When faced with extreme situations, people's true nature is revealed; some lose their rationality, while others are so frightened that their hands and feet go numb.

As police officers who have worked on the front lines for a long time, they know very well that sometimes a slight hesitation could mean the difference between life and death.

Chen Fan's decisiveness earned the approval of these people.

If it weren't for this, Lu Qichang wouldn't have immediately started recruiting.

As Liang Deming said, if he doesn't want such a promising talent, then he is blind.

"Boss, Hong Tai's team has also found something. That old guy didn't resist and has already been taken away."

"Okay, let everyone pack up."

Lu Qichang nodded.

Just then, a commotion arose below.

Chen Fan turned his head and saw Le Huizhen and several of her colleagues taking pictures of the inside from outside.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, the woman pointed her camera in his direction and pressed the shutter button several times in succession.

"A bunch of bootlickers!"

Lu Qichang waved and said, "Big Mouth, you take Afan to Sham Shui Po later."

"it is good."

Big Mouth is around thirty years old, with small eyes and a big mouth, looking somewhat odd-looking, but his smile is very kind.

Chen Fan nodded to him, then focused his attention on the screen that had already started displaying messages.