Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 312 Going to the Western Heaven to Invite the Tathagata Buddha

Speaking of which.

What Hu Hai wants to say next is self-evident.

"Song Zijie is the undercover agent we selected."

The smile on Hu Hai's face became a bit thicker, and he paused every word: "I'm here now to see Song Zijie."

"Call him over, I'll explain to him again, and when I find a suitable opportunity, I can directly contact Xiaohui."

"I object."

Without any hesitation, Mo Sir directly waved his hand and refused, with a very strong tone: "There is no room for negotiation on this matter."

Mo Sir and Hu Hai originally belonged to two camps, so in this matter, Mo Sir did not show mercy.

"You object?"

Hu Hai took a sip of his pipe, and exhaled a puff of smoke happily: "Is it useful for you to object?"

"Inspector Mo, arranging Song Zijie to be an undercover agent is already a firm matter."

"I didn't tell you."

The smile on the corner of Hu Hai's mouth became a bit thicker, and he casually tapped his pipe on the ashtray: "What are you, a little inspector?"

talking room.

Hu Hai took out a superior instruction letter from his file bag, patted it on the table, and pushed it in front of Mo Sir:
"today."

"Song Zijie, you have to give it to me, and if you don't give it to you, you have to give it to me!"

"No one can stop it."

Mo Sir's expression froze, looking at the latest instructions on the desktop, the expression on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked at Hu Hai directly opposite him with a blank expression.

"Ah"

Hu Hai smiled contemptuously, and played with the stuffed pipe in his hand: "I, Hu Hai, have never failed to get anyone I want by name."

"Is it?"

Mo Sir raised his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, "Senior Chief Inspector Hu Haihu is so majestic."

"So-so."

Hu Hai shrugged indifferently: "A small senior governor is nothing, but no matter how you compare it, it is better than an inspector."

A ghost pie.

A Chinese pie.

Two people with completely different positions, the naked words at this time instantly pulled the atmosphere in the office into a stalemate to the extreme.

There was a pause for a few seconds.

Hu Hai added again: "Actually, I'm very happy to think about it. I have dispatched Inspector Mo's capable officers to help us investigate the case."

"It's a very wonderful thing."

"Thank you, Inspector Mo for your support and cooperation."

"Go call someone."

"Hahaha"

a time.

Only Hu Hai's triumphant laughter remained in the office.

Mo Sir sat on the spot without saying a word, looking at Hu Hai, who was as big as his head up. He didn't make a sound, just looked at him like this.

a while.

Mo Sir took out the cigarettes from the pack and smoked them in big mouthfuls.

Inspector Zhou, who was in charge of the escort, stood aside and watched, watching the silent Inspector Mo, and did not speak.

Not to mention urging Mo Sir to call Song Zijie.

Such a moment.

He certainly wouldn't speak stupidly.

I have already licked what I should have licked.

Right now, this is a struggle between two factions. If I go to lick Hu Hai at this time, isn't it just indirectly standing in line?

All you have to do is wait.

Wait for them to decide who is high and who is low, and then follow the trend.

soon.

A cigarette ends.

Mo Sir stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, picked up the superior's order on the table and stood it in front of him, and looked up and down.

"Don't look at it, it will be replaced if it is fake."

Hu Hai refilled the pipe with shredded tobacco: "I don't have a lot of credit recently, how dare I assign Inspector Mo to do things for me without instructions from my superiors."

Mo Sir glanced at him, and his gaze went around the paper to meet Hu Hai's gaze.

The two looked at each other.

Just look at each other like this.

After three seconds.

Mo Sir pinched the command with both hands and exerted force.

"His!"

In Hu Hai's unbelievable and astonished eyes of Inspector Zhou.

Mo Sir tore the instruction book into several pieces, crumpled it into a paper ball, and threw it directly into the trash can.

"Now, do you have any orders?"

Mo Sir looked at Hu Hai coldly: "If you want to transfer Song Zijie to be an undercover agent, please show me your instructions, Chief Inspector Hu!"

The corner of Hu Hai's mouth twitched, he looked at Mo Sir in disbelief, pointed at him and trembled: "You dare to tear up the order issued by Saipan's senior superintendent?"

Hu Hai conceived many ways that Inspector Mo was unwilling to cooperate, but he never thought that it would be this scene.

He, Sir, a mere inspector, dared to tear up the instruction letter issued by the senior police superintendent?

"The instruction letter he issued to you, you lost it yourself and blame it on me, Mo Changkong? Do you really think I, Mo Changkong, are so aggressive?"

Mo Sir curled his lips in disdain, and tilted his head to look at Inspector Zhou who was full of astonishment: "Inspector Zhou, did you see that I tore up the superintendent's order?"

"Forehead"

Inspector Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead, first looked at Hu Hai, then at Mo Sir, put oil on the soles of his feet and ran away:
"I'm sorry, I've had a bad stomach, I'm going to the bathroom, you guys talk, you talk."

In the current situation, I dare not speak at all.

The two people present.

No matter which character you are, you can't offend yourself.

Even though Mo Changkong was just an inspector at the same level as himself, there was a Chinese senior police superintendent standing behind him.

In this case, it is better not to participate.

and so.

He simply found an excuse to avoid the sharp edge temporarily, and come out by himself when all the dust settles.

With the departure of Inspector Zhou.

The office suddenly fell into silence again.

Mo Sir smoked silently with a cigarette in his mouth.

Hu Hai bit his pipe and smoked heavily.

a while.

"Inspector Mo!"

With a sullen face, Hu Hai stared at Mo Sir coldly: "You are playing with fire, do you know that?"

"How old are you? You are already an inspector now, and if you continue to develop, your achievements will be higher than my Hu Hai's."

"But if you do that, have you considered the consequences for yourself?"

Yes.

In Hu Hai's view, Mo Sir's future achievements will not be lower than his own, but his radical approach is simply digging his own grave.

"Am I playing with fire?"

Mo Sir flicked the cigarette ash, leaned back: "Then have you ever thought that you will retire in one year?"

"You're too aggressive with me at this time, aren't you afraid that something will happen to you before you retire?"

"!"

Hu Hai's expression froze again upon hearing this.

Mo Changkong was threatening himself?

How dare he threaten himself? !
How dare a small senior inspector threaten him, the chief inspector?
After a few seconds of silence.

"Snapped!"

Hu Hai slapped the table with a slap, stood up emotionally, and pointed at Mo Sir: "Do you have any brains? Are you sure you really want to fight me?"

"Although I, Hu Hai, say that I hang out with ghosts and that we belong to two camps, I never fucking did anything to you, did I?"

"It's good for you now, you want to fight me on this matter?!"

Hu Hai can't understand now, very incomprehensible.

Although it was said that they were at odds with each other, Mo Changkong actually wanted to confront him just because of Song Zijie, who was under him?
"This is a struggle between two high-level officials. Are you going to jump out and be a victim now?"

Hu Hai paused every word: "Have you thought about it yet?!"

talking room.

The decibel of his voice was raised again.

"Do you know why our Chinese power can rise so quickly? Why can't the ghost keep holding him down?"

Mo Sir looked at him coldly, and paused every word: "Because our cohesion is enough, these ghosts can't do it, and he can't hold it down either!"

"so?!"

Hu Hai almost gritted his teeth and said: "So you are going to jump out and be a victim now?"

"enough!"

Mo Sir also slapped the table and confronted Hu Hai: "Is this the first time you've fucked me?"

Doorway.

Inspector Zhou pushed open the door and saw a scene that made him dumbfounded.

He saw an inspector dare to pat the table with the chief inspector.

What the hell is going on here?
and so.

Inspector Zhou closed the door again and quietly retreated out.

This time.

Say anything and wait for half an hour before coming in.

"Do you still remember about my informant water dog?"

Mo Sir pointed his fingers at the table, and said quickly: "He was undercover in Li Dashan's D production gang, and he was tortured beyond recognition!"

"Water Dog helped me destroy this manufacturing den, but what will happen to him?"

"I gave him the treatment he applied for, why did you card me?"

The water dog didn't play a very prominent role in this operation, but he still reminded Zhong Wenze that there must be a role.

just.

Afterwards, all the procedures that Mo Sir applied for him for rehabilitation and recuperation were all called back by the higher-ups.

If it hadn't been for Mo Sir's own money to keep the water dog in the hospital, the water dog would have been cold by now.

"Water dog? An ordinary informant, nothing more than a rotten boy."

Hu Hai snorted coldly with disdain: "A rotten boy is a rotten boy after all. He has been tortured to such a state. He is basically a useless person. What are you still doing?"

"Besides, the conditions I approved are already a gift to him."

"A gift? Hehe."

Mo Sir sneered: "I'm different from you. You only have promotion in your eyes, and everyone is a pawn you use. Throw it away when you run out."

"I'm different. I'm fucking responsible for them. If they do something for me, then I have to be responsible for them to the end!"

Mo Sir's voice was resounding, and he said sonorously: "Last time you got stuck in the water dog, this time you still want to touch my confidant Song Zijie?"

"Do you want him to be like a water dog? Do you think that's possible?"

"Today I asked you to take him away, but tomorrow, who the hell would dare to hang out with Mo Changkong?"

Speaking of it.

Mo Sir's voice calmed down again, and he looked at Hu Hai quite sadly: "Look at what you have become?"

"Dedicate yourself to currying favor with those ghosts, as long as the ghosts say anything, you will obey them."

"Have you ever thought about what kind of blood is flowing in your bones? Where are you from?!"

"Governor Hu, it's time to change your way of life. Even if you can't change your way of life yourself, don't stop others from changing their way of life, okay?"

"These years, isn't it tiring to be a man with soft knees?"

"you"

When Hu Hai heard this, he looked at Mo Sir speechlessly for a long time, with a hint of embarrassment in his expression.

For a long time.

He breathed out, not wanting to get involved in this matter any more, and said bluntly, "Then I'll tell you too."

"This international counterfeit banknote group is now moving to Hong Kong Island, and they must destroy this international counterfeit banknote group."

"At present, the best way is to send undercover agents inside. Song Zijie can't escape, and you can't resist either."

"Unless you take on yourself the task of destroying the international counterfeit banknote syndicate."

Done.

Hu Hai took a deep look at Mo Sir, and took a step back: "I will come to you next time, and I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Either hand it over, or you take over."

Hu Hai retreated.

Mo Sir's words just now touched him in some ways.

For example:
Do you know what kind of blood is flowing in your body?

For example:
You have one year left to retire, do you want to do something else before you retire?

Mo Sir is not afraid.

He fears.

Yes.

Although Mo Sir is developing very well now, it's just for comparison. I retired after only one year, and I'm going head-to-head with Mo Sir. What if I lose?
Once he loses, then for so many years, he has worked so hard to be the dog of the ghost, so it will be in vain.

and so.

Hu Hai made his own new choice.

Right.

I am willing to live with my knees soft, so why not allow others to live with their backs straight?
Go to the door.

Hu Hai's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he said without turning his head: "You should go and ask Song Zijie if he has offended anyone recently."

Mo Sir was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at Hu Hai who went out, and frowned for a while, thinking.

in the hallway.

Inspector Zhou is waiting here.

Hu Hai pushed the door out and glanced at him: "Let's go."

"it is good."

Inspector Zhou nodded quickly, and drove outside immediately.

After Hu Hai and others left.

Mo Sir asked Song Zijie to come in, took out a cigarette and threw him a cigarette, and chatted while puffing.

Mo Sir cut to the point: "Ajie, have you offended anyone recently?"

"No."

Song Zijie thought for a while, then shook his head: "If there is, then the offenders are all criminals."

"Business."

Mo Sir's expression was a little serious: "Governor Hu wants to come here to pick someone up and arrange to be an undercover agent, and he wants you by name, which is very unreasonable."

"You remember well."

"what?"

Seeing Mo Sir's serious expression, Song Zijie frowned, and quickly recalled: "I didn't offend you either."

"No, Du Wenze?"

He changed the subject, and the only thing he could think of was this person: "It should be him, right? I've only been in contact with him recently."

follow.

He told what happened that day.

"This is a fucking mad dog!"

Mo Sir couldn't help swearing, and flicked the cigarette ash a little irritably: "This dog is really out-and-out. After licking the ghost, it's too arrogant. It's really annoying."

"How to do?"

Song Zijie was a little unhappy.

If this is the case, then I probably won't be able to escape the fate of being an undercover agent.

"This kind of person is beyond our ability to deal with."

Mo Sir took a deep breath of the cigarette, and said lightly: "It seems that we can only go to the west to invite the Tathagata Buddha."

(End of this chapter)