Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 56 Lobbying
"Superintendent Wu, let's contact you later!"

Mo Sir greeted the car going away, and watched it drift away, then slowly looked away, and his eyes fell on Zhong Wenze, who was squinting and smoking a cigarette.

Mo Sir's face suddenly turned cold: "Is there anything you need to explain to me about Mark Lee?"

"No."

Zhong Wenze shook his head, squinted his eyes wrapped in cigarettes, and didn't say a word.

Mo Sir emphasized: "You must have heard what Superintendent Wu said just now."

"so?"

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, looked at him with deep eyes, bit the cigarette butt expressionlessly, and wrapped it up with big mouthfuls.

No extra expressions.

But everyone can see that Zhong Wenze is very angry now.

"Come on, take it away!"

Mo Sir's eyes dodged and he didn't look at Zhong Wenze. He waved at the two police officers not far away and motioned them to come over: "Take this man back first, and I'll interrogate him myself later."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze sneered, and let the police officers take him into the police car.

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the next day.

in the interrogation room.

"Get up, eat and eat."

The policeman opened the door and came in, put a rice roll on the table, then turned around and left without saying a word to Zhong Wenze.

Zhong Wenze has been left here since he was brought back yesterday.

They didn't do anything to him, the handcuffs were removed, and all food, drink, and housing were provided, but no one came to talk to him.

Zhong Wenze naturally knew that this was all ordered by Mo Sir.

He had already guessed what Mo Sir was thinking.

Most likely, it was because I played a great role in this case, and my performance and ability far exceeded Mo Sir's expectations.

and so.

He wants to keep using himself.

And what Superintendent Wu said last night happened to be an entry point for this matter.

About half an hour later.

Mo Sir opened the door and came in, holding a stack of documents and a thick envelope on the table, and sat down opposite Zhong Wenze.

He took out the cigarette in his pocket, handed it to Zhong Wenze, and helped him light the fire.

Zhong Wenze didn't refuse, but narrowed his eyes and twitched.

"Cough cough."

Mo Sir cleared his throat, crossed his hands and fingers on the table, leaned forward slightly, looked at Zhong Wenze who was smoking expressionlessly, and said with a smile:
"Actually, you don't have to be so unhappy now. You must have guessed my purpose why I didn't disclose your identity."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze nodded.

"You don't have to be so angry. Yes, I really want you to continue working as an undercover agent, but it depends on whether you are willing or not. If you are not willing, I will not force you."

Mo Sir crossed his fingers and rubbed it for a while, then pushed the thick envelope on the table over: "Here is the extra subsidy I applied for you this time as an undercover agent. It's not a lot, but it's definitely not a lot."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze still nodded.

He didn't even look at the thick envelope on the table, and looked directly at Mo Sir who was opposite him.

"I heard from Zijie that Tan Cheng was beaten to death by you?"

Mo Sir changed the topic again, and talked about what happened last night: "He described the situation last night to me in detail, you boy, you have some skills, and you have been hiding it all the time."

"good."

Zhong Wenze still nodded.

He knew what Mo Sir was doing.

First, I will have a wave of tactical pull with you, and then throw a trap at you when you let go of your guard.

The routine is simple:
First they will raise you up, and then they will cheat you.

"I want to apologize to you too."

Mo Sir organized the language: "I unilaterally did not restore your identity, which will make you very angry."

Zhong Wenze said coldly: "I can't afford Sir Mo's apology."

Mo Sir is also an old silver coin.

"Okay, I'll just talk about the next step."

Mo Sir looked at Zhong Wenze, who was very guarded and didn't talk at all, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing, and reached out to flip through the documents on the table: "Last night, we reviewed the case of the counterfeit banknote group overnight."

"However, during the interrogation of the horse boys who were captured below them, we learned another thing from the mouth of the horse boys."

"Over the years, after Tan Cheng accepted Song Zihao's position as Mark Li, they have also dabbled in the counterfeit banknote business and white F business, but we haven't gotten any useful clues about this."

Zhong Wenze raised his eyebrows: "So? Let me continue to go undercover? Help you get rid of their white business?"

"Yes."

Mo Sir also opened the window to speak frankly: "According to what we know, the white F business that Tan Cheng and the others are involved in is not just as simple as smuggling and selling, they have close business contacts with the two parties."

"And his previous family probably has its own secret manufacturing base. Think about it, smuggling and selling white fleas is completely different from manufacturing white fleas."

"As long as their white F manufacturing base exists, countless citizens of Hong Kong Island will be deeply poisoned by it. How many families will be ruined by this thing. So, can you understand the importance of this mission?"

When Mo Sir said the latter, he was heartbroken.

Of course.

Whether he pretended it or not, Zhong Wenze didn't know.

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze flicked the cigarette between his fingers: "Is it important or not, and what does it have to do with me?"

"I've analyzed this task, and it's still only you who can do it!"

Mo Sir leaned forward, and tapped the tip of his right index finger on the table: "Tan Cheng is dead, Song Zihao will definitely go to jail, he can't get out, only you can get out in a legitimate way."

"Yao Changqing of Henglian Group, he has no one in his hands. You just need to rely on Song Zihao's relationship, contact him, negotiate with him, take Tan Cheng's place, control the right to speak in his company, and thus get in touch with Go home and dig them out."

Speaking of it.

He turned sideways: "According to your previous performance, I have great confidence in you. You are completely capable of doing this, and successfully won the right to speak of Henglian Group, so as to operate the mission, because you have Song Zihao's younger brother This level of identity."

"Once it succeeds and the white F manufacturing base is destroyed, the drug-related industry on Hong Kong Island will be hit hard, which will benefit many Hong Kong Island citizens and keep them away from its harm."

After Mo Sir finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Wenze eagerly, waiting for his response.

"Hahaha"

Zhong Wenze bit the cigarette butt, grinned, and applauded while laughing: "Okay, what a benefit to the citizens of Hong Kong Island, my blood boils when I hear it."

"Ha ha."

Mo Sir looked at the laughing Zhong Wenze, and also laughed.

(End of this chapter)