Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

4月3日，下午5点30分，尖沙咀某地上停车场3F

Compared to the rooftop, this place is obviously more suitable as a meeting place for the undercover agent and the liaison officer. After all, the view is wide, and if anything unexpected happens, they can just get in the car and drive away.

Lu Yaoguo and undercover policeman Yang Qidong arrived one after another.

"Sir Lu, Sharpe asked me to deal with Genting tonight."

Yang Qidong is wearing brown leather jacket, jeans and a full beard, a classic gangster look.

"Adong, wait a minute. There is another Sir coming today. Don't worry, this Sir is definitely trustworthy."

Lu Yaoguo snapped his fingers, and a Honda drove over from a distance.

Song Shijie got out of the car and stood in front of Yang Qidong.

"Officer Yang Qidong, I'm CIB Song Shijie. With the approval of my superiors, I'm here to intervene in your undercover operation."

On the way here, Song Shijie had already called Sir Gong Jiapei and got permission.

Gong Jiapei criticized Song Shijie in a nonchalant way on the phone, telling him not to report to a higher level, but to inform Senior Superintendent Hong Peiji first. Forget it this time, and don't do it again.

Song Shijie promised to do it next time, but no one knew what he was thinking.

It's not that he doesn't respect the discipline of the police force, after all, he is still not sure whether Hong Sir has any problems. That's right, he doesn't even trust his superiors.

Gong Jiapei: Thank you, my friend Jet, for having watched "E.U." in his previous life, otherwise even I, the Chief Superintendent, would be suspected.

Having a background means you can do whatever you want. But Song Shijie has a clear conscience, he is dedicated to the public, as for whether it would be easy for a police officer without any background to kill himself, that is not his consideration.

Yang Qidong looked at Song Shijie in surprise and doubt for a moment, then turned to look at Lu Yaoguo. It was obvious that he needed a reasonable explanation.

"Adong, I concealed my friendship with Hou Wenhua, and now the higher-ups have opened a file for investigation. During this period, Song Sir will intervene in our undercover operation against Hou Wenhua. But I swear, I have never betrayed the police force."

Lu Yaoguo did not hide anything and told Yang Qidong the truth frankly.

Upon hearing the news, Yang Qidong's eyes widened with anger and blurted out: "I fuck your mother!" and was about to punch Lu Yaoguo.

Song Shijie stepped forward and hugged him: "Adong, don't be impulsive. We in CIB have not yet found any evidence that Lu Sir is a corrupt police officer. I know that undercover agents and liaison officers need to trust each other 100%. Even if you don't trust Lu Sir, can you not trust me?"

Yang Qidong's inner villain: I've only known you for less than 3 minutes, and I've known Lu Yaoguo for several years...

However, as Song Shijie said, Yang Qidong did not know Song Shijie before, but he certainly knew Song Shijie. As a member of a community, he often pays more attention to the news of the police force than ordinary citizens.

Regardless of Song Shijie's abilities, at least he is definitely not a corrupt cop.

"Mr. Lu, please leave first. I will talk to Adong. Based on your current performance, we at CiB will temporarily withdraw our surveillance on you. But let me be frank. If we find evidence of you informing on Hou Wenhua, I will arrest you personally."

Song Shijie asked the intermediary tool Lu Yaoguo to leave first.

"Don't worry, I will prove myself." Lu Yaoguo got in the car and started the car.

"Sir Song, Adong, I'm leaving it to you."

Yang Qidong watched Lu Yaoguo leave, and his mind finally calmed down. He still chose to believe Lu Yaoguo. After all, undercover police officers have been in the dark for a long time. If they can't even trust the contact person, who else can they trust?

"Tell me, what's going on? What does Hou Wenhua want you to do?"

Song Shijie handed Yang Qidong a cigarette.

Yang Qidong began to tell the story: "It was not Hou Wenhua, it was Shapi. At 3 o'clock this afternoon, we were waiting for Hou Wenhua to come back at the Sanyang Clan Association. Shapi suddenly announced in public that Hou Wenhua had made an appointment with Yunding, Fitrong and Caishen for dinner, but Yunding refused to give him face..."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Yang Qidong continued:

"Then Shapi pulled me into a small room and asked me how many years I had been a police officer and how many times I had fired a gun. I honestly answered that I had been a police officer for three years and had only fired a gun once. Shapi asked me to take out a gun from the drawer and said that I would do something tonight when he notified me. I had been a gangster for so long and had always used knives and sticks. This was the first time the gang asked me to hold a gun. Looking at Shapi's eyes at the time, I guess he had some doubts about me, so I could only agree, take the gun and leave, and then find an opportunity to call Sir Lu."

As he spoke, Yang Qidong pulled out a pistol from his waist and showed it to Song Shijie.

Type 54, commonly known as the Black Star, is not suitable for use by police forces in various countries due to its excessive power and easy accidental injuries, but it is widely circulated on the black market.

Song Shijie took the gun and played with it in his hand, thinking for a while: "You mean, Hou Wenhua didn't directly or indirectly order you to kill Yunding or even Shapi, he just said, 'Yunding doesn't give Hou Sheng face, we little ones have things to do', and then asked you to take the gun yourself and wait for his notice."

"Yes. Mr. Song, I know what you want to say. I am not well-educated, but I also know that this certainly cannot sue Hou Wenhua for murder, right?"

"Well, don't charge me with murder, not even abetting murder. There's nothing we can do. We police officers must rely on evidence when we do things."

"Then what should I do? I can't really go and kill Yunding, right?" Yang Qidong spread his hands.

"When you encountered similar things in the past, how did you and Sir Lu usually deal with them?" Song Shijie also took a puff of his cigarette and asked.

"In the past, when I encountered a similar situation where a gang was going to start a fight (slash people), I would inform Sir Lu in advance, and he would arrange for his men to arrest me, and then detain me for two days before releasing me. But this time, I think if I use this trick again, Sha Pei will definitely not trust me anymore. I feel like he just wants to test me with this matter." Yang Qidong patted the roof of the car depressedly.

"Indeed, this is a token of allegiance. Sharpie obviously knows that the undercover police officer has backup files and criminal waivers at the Department of Justice, but serious crimes such as murder are definitely not included. Let me think about it."

Song Shijie was thinking quickly.

This is basically an unsolvable problem. If he doesn't take action or even fails to take action and is caught by the police in advance, he will be suspected of being an undercover agent. Take action? You can't really let Yang Qidong kill people.

It can only be said that Hou Wenhua, including his leader Shapi, were not easy to deal with. They threw this difficult problem to Yang Qidong without leaving any handle. Yang Qidong succeeded, proving that he was not an undercover agent. They successfully killed their mortal enemy Yunding and gained another brave and fighting subordinate. Yang Qidong failed, but he eliminated a cancer for the society in advance.

"Well, you leave first and move around as usual. You can even show some appropriate nervousness by going to a sauna for a massage or having a few drinks at a nightclub. In short, you should act like a young and dangerous man who has suddenly received an important task and is feeling uneasy."

Song Shijie patted Yang Qidong on the shoulder.

"Sure, I can go to Haidu Nightclub to drink and build up my courage. The mommy there, Wing, is my old lover."

Zhu Yongqi, Wing, CIB has her file. The mama of Haidu Nightclub, is very familiar with Yang Qidong's old panda and Yang Qidong's gang, but she is not a member of the society.

"Okay, I'll take the gun first. I'll have someone modify it and adjust the power to the minimum. Doesn't Shar-Pei know that you fired one shot since you became a police officer? You never fired a gun when you were a gangster. Even if you really shot at Genting tonight, your shooting skills were not good, and you were nervous, so it's understandable that you only injured but didn't kill anyone."

Yang Qidong nodded, thinking that what Song Sir said made sense. It was not reasonable for a former policeman and current gangster to be able to shoot in the head without long-term professional training.

"What's more, Hou Wenhua knows that all the police in Hong Kong are watching him, so he may not really want to kill Yunding at this time. I think as long as you dare to shoot, you will probably pass this level. By the way, you have been writing your undercover diary."

"Yes, I would record the day's actions on a tape recorder when I got home every day. The tape was hidden in the ceiling."

"Don't stay at home. It's not safe. Rent a locker in a bowling alley or something like that. Don't use a locker with your name on it. Put your undercover diary there. Also, next time you contact me, call this number. Try to use a space card and throw it away after use. I usually won't contact you. Frankly speaking, I haven't even figured out if there's a mole inside CIB. It's a bit risky to lure you out through wiretapping this time. We have to be careful next time. Hou Wenhua is difficult to deal with."

After arranging everything, Song Shijie asked Yang Qidong to leave first, and then dialed a number.

"Zhan Feng, are you still in SDU? Do you want to train today? Yes, I have something to talk to you about. I remember that you are a member of the Kowloon Spear Club, right? Do you know a master of modified guns? Yes, it's urgent. Yes, give me an address and I'll go there right away."

Li Zhanfeng (from "Forensic Heroes 3"), 25 years old. He is also a second-generation rich man who applied for the police force and is currently serving in the SDU (Flying Tigers). He is one of Song Shijie's few friends in the circle. After all, they all want to go back and inherit the family business if they don't do well.

……

An hour later, the two met at a suspected illegal gun modification studio in Sham Shui Po. According to Li Zhanfeng, the boss here was very skilled.

After paying an "expedited fee", the boss did not ask any further questions, but quickly adjusted the gun and even added the service of reducing bullets and gunpowder.

Now, that's professional.JPG.

"Jet, what on earth are you doing? You are so powerful in CIB now. When will you tell your superiors? I also want to be transferred to the front-line department. SDU is just training every day. It's so hard to get an operation..."

Song Shijie stopped Li Zhanfeng from chattering. This buddy's idol is Chan Ka Kui (Police Story series, real existence in this time and space, retired. His deeds have been adapted into film and television works and widely circulated.). Every time they get together, he says that his dream is not to be promoted to a big boss, but to solve major cases alone like Chan Ka Kui.

"Zhan Feng, I'm in a hurry, so I can't reveal the details right now. Let's go fishing together next time. I heard your new yacht is nice." Song Shijie left with a sentence and said he would definitely leave next time.

"You treat me like a worker! You didn't even treat me to a meal." Li Zhanfeng cursed with a smile as he watched Song Shijie leave in a hurry.

After handing the gun to Yang Qidong at the agreed location, Song Shijie was busy for several days but finally could not resist the "life-threatening call" and drove back to his home in the mid-mountain area for dinner.