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

"I have always had a question. Is it your police judgment or the news from outside that Zheng Kun wants to harm me?"

Song Shijie asked another question.

"It was reported in Siamese within the past two days. Our Siamese police intelligence department takes it very seriously. After all, as you said, if the police officers from other places who came to assist in the investigation got into trouble, our entire Siamese officialdom would be in a passive position."

Rita is not as clear-headed as Song Shijie, but when she thinks about it this way, it does seem a bit strange.

If he were Zheng Kun, assassinating Yang Qidong, an undercover officer of the Hong Kong police force who could point out his identity, would be more cost-effective than openly attacking Song Shijie who had just arrived in Bangkok.

After all, killing Yang Qidong can at least destroy the witness testimony, while killing Song Shijie will do no good except angering the SAR government and the Chinese officials and causing a diplomatic dispute.

If Siam really uses its entire national strength to deal with him, Zheng Kun’s so-called connections in the political and military circles will be a joke.

After all, this is Siam, not that cactus country.

The two chatted for a while, and Song Shijie took out his cell phone and called Yang Qidong.

I have to say that Nokia is sturdy and durable. After such a gun battle, except for some scratches on the shell, everything else is fine.

"Adong, it's me. I'm in Siam. Are you safe there now?"

"Sir Song, I'm fine. You're here so soon?"

Yang Qidong's response made both people in the car breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, Rita and I will go over there now and we'll talk when we meet."

After hanging up the phone, Song Shijie said nothing more and closed his eyes to rest.

It was so exciting right after getting off the plane, Song Shijie needs to have a good rest.

Rita:? ? ?

……

Arriving at a villa in the suburbs, Song Shijie finally met Yang Qidong.

"Adong, thank you for your hard work."

The two hugged each other and Song Shijie patted Yang Qidong on the back.

Although Yang Qidong is over 30, he still feels the concern of his young boss for him as an undercover policeman.

Both sides looked at each other, and Yang Qidong noticed that Song Shijie was dirty and had several blood stains.

"Sir Song, what happened?"

Yang Qidong was shocked and confused.

"As soon as our police convoy left the airport, it was attacked by a group of gunmen of unknown origin. Several colleagues were injured, but we are fine..."

The three of them sat down on the sofa, and Rita briefly explained the situation.

"How dare they attack the police convoy? Could it be Li Wanhao who did it?"

The first person Yang Qidong thought of was Li Wanhao.

He stood up, took out two bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator and handed them to Song Shijie and Rita.

The villa was prepared for the senior executives of the Song Group's Siam branch. Regular visits would be made to clean and replenish the food and drinks.

"Thank you." Song Shijie took a sip and replied:

“At first we also thought it was Li Wanhao, but Rita and I analyzed it on the way here and we felt it was not the case.

He told Yang Qidong about his speculation.

Yang Qidong finally came to his senses and nodded thoughtfully.

After staying for a while, Rita stood up and said goodbye:

"Jet, it's safer here, you can rest for the night. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

High EQ: It’s safer here

Low emotional intelligence: Siamese police are unreliable

Such a big thing happened tonight, and as the leading police officer, Rita is bound to be busy with a lot of things.

As miserable as she was, she had to rush back to the police station.

"Well, you should also be careful and contact me if you have any questions." Song Shijie sent Rita out the door.

After returning to the villa, Song Shijie remembered that he had not yet reported his safety, so he immediately called Gong Jiapei and Yan Peiyun.

Gong Jiapei learned that Song Shijie was attacked and said that he would report it to his superiors to strengthen the defense of Siam. He also told Song Shijie to protect himself first, bring Yang Qidong back first, and put Li Wanhao's matter aside.

The latter, Song Shijie, of course concealed the fact of the attack and only told his mother that he had arrived safely and there was no need to worry.

Yang Qidong felt a little envious as he listened to the conversation between Song Shijie and his mother.

His parents died when he was young. When he grew up, he joined the police force and became an undercover agent. He didn't even dare to find a decent girlfriend. He only had Zhu Yongqi, the mom of the Hoi Tou Nightclub, as his confidante. He was truly alone.

Fortunately, Panda, the big boss in the society, and Lu Yaoguo and Song Shijie, the two former liaison officers in the police force, were all nice to him.

"Adong, I'm going to change my clothes first. You get something to eat."

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Song Shijie returned to the hall.

Seeing the two cups of noodles on the table, Song Shijie was speechless.

"Brother Dong, I am your boss after all. I came to see you right after I got off the plane, and you treated me to cup noodles?"

"Boss, I'm from Young and Dangerous, and I only know how to make instant noodles. You won't let me cook, right?"

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"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Song Shijie opened the double-door refrigerator and picked out two Dungeness crabs, two pork chops, and some condiments.

It says on the refrigerator door that it uses the latest xx preservation technology, which is most suitable for preserving seafood.

After working in the kitchen for a while, I brought out a pot of coconut milk curry crab, two servings of lemongrass pork chops, and two large bowls of Siamese fragrant rice.

Yang Qidong also helped a lot and broke two large coconuts.

Song Shijie: Thank you.

"Sir Song, I never knew you had such great cooking skills."

Smelling the delicious food, Yang Qidong sat down and started eating without hesitation.

The curry broth is rich and the crab meat absorbs the flavor of the curry without overpowering the original sweetness.

One word: absolutely!

In his previous life, Song Shijie was very similar to Yang Qidong. Both of his parents died in their early years, so he could only take care of himself and develop excellent cooking skills.

Having traveled through time and space to become a top second-generation rich man, Song Shijie would naturally not treat his stomach badly. He was usually too busy in Hong Kong and had little time to cook, so tonight Yang Qidong got a bargain.

"Adong, let me tell you, it's the 21st century now. To pick up a girl, you can't just rely on looks and money, you also need inner qualities. Mr. Lu Xun once said that the way to a woman's soul is through her stomach and..."

Song Shijie didn't say it specifically, but Yang Qidong understood it immediately, and the two of them smiled in tacit understanding, a characteristic of men.

Although Song Shijie, who has lived two lives, has zero practical experience, he has absorbed the experience of his original owner during his time as a Neptune. So, rounding it off, he is also a love saint, nothing wrong with that.

The two of them ate and chatted, and after chatting for a while, they finally got back to the topic.

"Adong, what do you think of Li Wanhao? Are there any noteworthy people around him?"

Song Shijie took a sip of coconut milk and asked.

"I haven't met Li Wanhao for long, but I feel that he is a very cunning person with unpredictable moods. When he gets angry, you can't tell whether he is really angry or just joking."

Speaking of Li Wanhao, Yang Qidong still feels a little scared.

"And he is so ruthless. A boxing match decided the life and death of Sir Lu. He is an inspector after all."

Song Shijie continued: "Well, it's a good thing you informed me in time, otherwise Lu Yaoguo would definitely be gone, and Hou Wenhua would not be caught."

"As for the men you mentioned, I think the one he trusts the most is definitely his adopted son Sam. This guy smiles all the time, and I can't see through him."

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qidong said, "But he gives me the feeling that he is a bit like me. It's just my sixth sense, there's no evidence."

Song Shijie was surprised:

"Isn't that so, Sir? Li Wanhao's adopted son actually gives you the impression that he is an undercover agent?"