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Chapter 83 (4K, please subscribe!)

Central Police Station, Major Crimes Unit office area.

The television on the wall was always on, mostly broadcasting the news. Occasionally, a worker would secretly switch to the horse racing channel, but if Uncle Biao caught him, he would inevitably get a good scolding.

But nobody cares what's on TV today.

Everyone was busy with Magellan's case. Phones rang incessantly, plainclothes officers came and went, and whiteboards were covered with photos and red lines. The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

Nobody noticed.

The TV screen shook violently for two seconds, then completely changed.

A dimly lit room, a flickering light bulb, and a rusty iron cage.

"Holy crap, it's Dean Magellan on TV?!"

Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes were immediately fixed on the screen.

A man in a dark gray suit stands in front of the cage in the picture, with his back to the camera.

When he turned around, he was wearing a smiling mask, with the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes curved into two crescent moons.

That smile looked incredibly eerie in the dim light.

Good morning, fellow citizens of Hong Kong.

"My name is V."

When Uncle Biao rushed out of the office, his shirt was buttoned up wrong.

He stood in front of the television, looking up at the masked face on the screen, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

The surrounding police officers automatically made way for him, and no one dared to utter a sound.

The images on the television continued to play.

The man who called himself V squatted down in front of the cage and tapped the iron bars lightly with one finger, producing a few crisp metallic clanging sounds.

"Mr. Magellan, please say hello to everyone."

The old man in the cage raised his head, his expression a mixture of fear and despair.

His lips were trembling, his teeth were chattering, and a series of indistinct sounds came from his throat, like the whimpering of an old dog being choked.

"Don't be afraid, just tell me what you know."

Magellan's eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply with fear.

He opened his mouth and finally made a sound that was audible.

"I...I was involved in organ trafficking through St. Mary's Hospital..."

These words were like a bomb, silencing the entire Major Crimes Unit.

Uncle Biao clenched his fist, his knuckles making a cracking sound.

"Damn it! What are you waiting for? Get to the TV station!!"

He roared and shouted, which snapped everyone out of their daze, and the entire office area was thrown into chaos.

Uncle Biao stared at the scene on the television with a pale face.

This is no longer just a matter for Magellan; the entire judicial system of the port city will face severe challenges.

V! !

We must catch this guy!

Ming Pao Weekly, Editorial Department.

Lok Wai-ching was hunched over her desk, rushing to finish her manuscript. Her pen flew across the paper, and her hair was a little messy from being pulled.

She didn't answer the phone that rang three times; her mind was completely focused on the manuscript.

"Sister Zhen! Sister Zhen!"

Her colleague across the table suddenly shouted, "Quick, look at the TV!"

"What's all the noise about! Can't you see I'm here..."

Lok Wai-ching replied without looking up, but froze before she could finish her sentence.

Because the entire editorial department suddenly fell silent.

She looked up and followed everyone's gaze to the television set in the corner.

"I was involved in human organ trafficking..."

"The donors...come from welfare homes, and some are illegal immigrants..."

"Every year...it's been fifteen years..."

Le Huizhen's pen slipped from her fingers, rolled a few times on the manuscript paper, leaving a crooked ink mark.

She remembered that day at the orphanage, the white bandages on the children's hands, and the director's words that St. Mary's Hospital would provide free medical checkups for the children.

My colleagues around me started to get restless, and some of the more perceptive ones were already rushing outside with their cameras.

But Lok Wai-ching remained seated, motionless, her eyes revealing shock and anger beyond her face.

She picked up the phone beside her and dialed the number she had memorized deep in her heart.

The images on television continued, showing Magellan lying paralyzed in his cage, revealing everything.

"...And what happened to those organs? Some went to Japan, with the Tsukamoto Group being one of the biggest buyers. Kenji Tsukamoto needs a new kidney every year..."

"The others went to various European countries..."

"I have performed at least a thousand surgeries, half of which were for minors..."

"Most of the funds were transferred to a Swiss bank account, while some remained in Hong Kong. Superintendent Hou Shaorong of the police force would come to collect the money regularly."

He also helped me deal with those who came to cause trouble...

Just then, gunshots rang out.

boom!

The bullet pierced Magellan's mouth, silencing him completely.

The masked man who called himself V came in front of the camera.

He straightened the collar of his suit and bowed slightly to the audience, as if taking a bow on stage.

"Fellow citizens, are you satisfied with my gift?"

"It's okay if you're not satisfied; there will be new gifts coming soon. Oh... while you're waiting in this boring time, why don't you go ask Superintendent Hou in the police station?"

"Such high-ranking police officers should know a lot of things."

"goodbye."

The screen flickered for a moment, then returned to the morning news feed.

The two hosts sat in the studio, their expressions blank, their lips parted, unable to utter a single word.

The area outside St. Mary's Hospital.

"Yes, I know. You also need to take care of yourself and get some rest."

Chen Fan hung up the phone.

At this moment, he and his men were standing outside a convenience store.

"Get the shovel!!"

Suddenly, Chili slammed her fist on the roller shutter door next to her, making a loud noise that startled everyone.

"Who is that V guy? Is what he said true? Damn it, Hou Shaorong? Hou Shaorong!!"

His voice grew louder and louder, "We risk our lives to catch thieves, earning only a few thousand yuan a month to fight heavily armed bandits, and this is what the higher-ups are doing?! Protecting organ traffickers?!"

"chili!!"

Fang Jiexia tried to reprimand her, but her tone had lost its former confidence.

"Fang Sir, don't you have connections? Tell me, is Hou Shaorong clean or not?! Tell me!!"

Chili turned and roared, her eyes bloodshot.

"That's enough!"

Chen Fan also wore a grim expression: "This might be a deliberate attempt by that guy to smear our police force's image to achieve some ulterior motive. If you think like that, you might be falling into his trap!"

"That's right, Inspector Chen is right!"

Fang Jiexia snapped out of her daze. "The most important thing now is to go to the TV station and see if we can find any clues."

"Walk!"

At Chen Fan's command, the group got back into the car and headed towards TVB.

When we got there, we found that there was already a traffic jam, so we had to walk.

"Afan!"

"Uncle Biao?!"

Just as Chen Fan was about to go inside, he heard someone call his name from the side.

Turning my head, I saw Uncle Biao sitting on a flower bed, his face showing a lifeless expression.

If we go too far, the old man might not be able to handle it.

The streets outside the building were completely blocked at this time.

The blue and red lights on the police cars flashed in the crowd, illuminating every upturned face in a flickering light.

Reporters carrying cameras tried to push their way to the front of the cordon, but were blocked by uniformed police officers who formed a human wall. The shouts and camera shutters mingled together, making everyone's ears ring.

Chen Fan walked through the crowd and came to Uncle Biao's side.

The old man sat on the cement platform, an ashtray in front of him—

It was actually an empty soda can filled with cigarette butts, resembling a miniature graveyard.

"Afan".

Uncle Biao looked up, his eye bags swollen like two copper coins. "This time the mess is really huge."

"If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up; it's not your turn to join in."

Chen Fan offered a soft word of comfort.

"It's not a matter of whether I can hold on or not. I'm retiring in a few months, how can I retire like this..."

Uncle Biao looked worried. "Couldn't this damn bastard have waited a little longer before causing trouble?!"

Chen Fan awkwardly touched his nose and coughed, saying, "Uncle Biao, maybe we'll catch them soon?"

"So what if they catch him? The important thing now is not finding the murderer, but suppressing public anger."

Uncle Biao shook his head slightly: "You see, we're all going to have a rough time from now on. By the way, what about your men?"

"It's inside."

Chen Fan gestured with his chin toward the building. "Inspector Fang is leading them to cooperate with the CID in conducting investigations."

"Did you find anything?"

Chen Fan shook his head.

Uncle Biao gave a wry smile and stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

Click...

A sharp crack came from his knee, making him wince in pain.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The lobby on the first floor of the TVB station has been converted into a temporary command center.

Several folding tables were put together and covered with circuit diagrams and equipment lists.

The technical staff came and went, carrying professional equipment, and their expressions were all grim.

"How is it?"

Uncle Biao walked up to a technician wearing glasses.

The technician looked up, his lips moved, and finally he managed to utter only three words: "It's a ghost."

"What do you mean by 'seeing a ghost'?"

"It's just a ghost."

The technician shrugged and said, "We checked everything we could, the signal inputs in the control room, the building's power supply system, but we found nothing."

There were no signs of external signal intrusion or equipment tampering; not even a single plug had been touched.

He took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt, and had a look on his face as if his mother had died.

"A 30-minute forced coverage, where all television viewers in Hong Kong were simultaneously switched, is a level of technical capability that has never been heard of anywhere in the world, let alone Hong Kong."

Uncle Biao was silent for a few seconds, then asked a question that almost broke the technician's nerves.

"So you can't find anything?"

"Superintendent Tung, it's not that we can't find out, it's that there's simply no way we can find out."

The technician tried to explain.

Uncle Biao didn't want to waste any more time here, so he led Chen Fan toward the television screen.

"Afan".

"Um?"

"Don't you think there's something strange about this?"

Uncle Biao turned around, his brows furrowed deeply. "That V made such a fuss, but didn't make any demands or state his purpose. What exactly is he trying to do?"

"Uh...maybe he's like the Seraph? Someone who'd help someone in need or something."

Chen Fan stroked his chin, then tentatively spoke.

"That's what I'm afraid of..."

Uncle Biao looked worried. "Never mind, you go ahead and do your work. I want to be alone."

Chen Fan nodded, not wanting to disturb him, and turned to join Fang Jiexia and the others.

"Inspector Chen, all floors have been searched, and no suspicious persons or equipment have been found."

Fang Jiexia's voice was filled with exhaustion. "What should we do next?"

"I think everyone is going in the wrong direction."

Chen Fan said softly, "Right now, V is attracting all the attention, but the root of the problem is actually the kidnapping case. If we can find clues in that area, we might be able to follow the trail and catch the culprit!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Jiexia's eyes lit up, as if she had seen the clear sky after the clouds had parted.

"That's right! Once we find those kidnappers, everything will be solved!"

As she spoke, she walked towards Uncle Biao: "You guys go ahead and drive the car. I'll talk to Superintendent Tung."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan looked at the others.

What are your thoughts?

"Brother Fan, that Superintendent Hou..."

Chili was the first to speak up.

"Don't talk about that, let's get down to business."

Chen Fan interrupted him, "Remember our identity, don't let external factors interfere. No matter what kind of pests are in the team, someone has to do what needs to be done."

"That's right!"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly broke in.

Chen Fan turned his head and saw a familiar face.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Yin Mingyang, from the Yau Ma Tei Anti-Triad Unit. You must be Sergeant Chen Fan? I've seen you in the newspapers many times."

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The man smiled modestly and said, "Many people say you have excellent marksmanship. Let's have a match sometime."

Yin Mingyang?

Chen Fan searched his mind and some fragmented images came to mind.

If he remembers correctly, this guy is from a TV series called Gun God.

He forgot the specific details, but he vividly remembered the female lead's legs.

"Hello there."

Chen Fan reached out and shook hands with him, clearly feeling the calluses on the other's hands.

"Let's talk about it another time. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."

Yin Mingyang nodded upon hearing this, his smile remaining unchanged.

But after Chen Fan and his men left, he looked at his palm with some confusion.

When he shook hands just now, he didn't feel any trace of his shooting practice.

Could it be that this person is all talk and no action, just a pretty face with no substance?

Meanwhile, Chen Fan, along with Curry Chili and others, continued to investigate the area surrounding St. Mary's Hospital.

He didn't announce the end of the mission until after midnight.

"Go back and get some rest. You'll probably have a lot of work to do next."

"Brother Fan, is that bastard surnamed Hou really a corrupt cop?"

Chili asked again.

"Whether the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) will investigate or not, we'll just do our job."

Fang Jiexia said proactively, "Inspector Chen is already very tired, please say less."

Chili pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but the expression on her face said it all.

Curry pulled him several times, but to no avail.

Ma Jun and Song Zijie also looked at Chen Fan, though they didn't ask him anything, their eyes were similar.

"Inspector Fang is right, whether it is or isn't, it's not something we can decide."

Chen Fan gently patted his shoulder, "Besides, even if he is, does that mean we should stop working just because of one bad apple? Who will protect those citizens? Just do our own job well and have a clear conscience."

"Brother Fan, I'm just feeling uneasy."

The chili pepper bowed its head.

"If you're not feeling well, go back and masturbate. Don't stand here acting like a woman."

Chen Fan cursed, "We still have work to do tomorrow."

Curry immediately dragged Chili away, and Ma Jun and Song Zijie waved goodbye as well.

Only Chen Fan and Fang Jiexia remained by the roadside.

Just as he was about to say goodbye, he saw the woman with a mischievous smile on her face, open her lips and silently say a few words.

Masturbation?

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