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

"Then we, the police, notified all hospitals in Hong Kong, asking them to call the police immediately if they saw patients suspected of having gunshot wounds."

Song Shijie smiled and said, "I guess no killer would be stupid enough to go to a regular hospital to treat a gunshot wound."

"Of course, no similar patient records have been reported so far. Regarding black market hospitals, we have also spread death orders through various informant channels. If anyone receives similar injuries and fails to inform us, the police, they will bear the consequences themselves."

Obviously Luo Xiuling had also made follow-up arrangements.

"The clue of the gunshot wound was broken, but around 10 o'clock this morning, the Divisional Crime Unit received a report that a male body was found in an alley near Ferry Street, and he died of a gunshot. The forensic doctor just informed us that after preliminary examination, it was confirmed that there were three bullet holes on the body of the deceased. The time of the shooting of one of them was very close to the assassination of Wang Sir. After the bullet mark identification, it was confirmed that it was fired by your gun. The other two bullet holes were shot at about 8 o'clock this morning. The bullet mark identification was consistent with the traces left at the assassination scene. It can be basically confirmed that the deceased is one of the three fugitive suspects in the assassination of Wang Sir. The initial motive for the murder is suspected to be that the other two accomplices did not want to be dragged down by the injured deceased, so they killed him to silence him."

Luo Xiuling briefly introduced the shooting case that was related to the current case.

"Oh, by the way, this is your service pistol. The evidence search has been completed, you can take it back first." He took out a SIG P250 and handed it back to Song Shijie. It was his service pistol, which was confiscated as evidence after the incident.

"Thank you, Sister Vicky. I would be really panicked if I didn't have a gun with me." This kid doesn't even call her Madam now.

Song Shijie took it and put it in the gun bag on his waist.

Normally, only frontline action departments such as the Organized Crime and Triads, the National Police Agency, and the Serious Crimes Division can apply for 24-hour guns. Other departments can only apply for guns at the gun room before the operation and return them after the operation. However, special cases are handled specially. CIB's A Group is now following up on major gun-related cases, and the team members responsible for the operation are of course equipped with guns at all times. No one used this to target Song Shijie and others.

"Let's continue. The guys from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit were investigating near the crime scene. Soon, based on clues provided by one of their sergeants, Fung Chi-wai, they found that the murderer might be hiding in the Choi Wan Laundry run by his ex-wife. When the guys from the Serious Crime Unit arrived at the scene, they found the iron gate of the laundry closed. After knocking on the door, gunshots were heard from inside."

Luo Xiuling was obviously familiar with the case information. She didn't look at the folder but told Song Shijie directly.

"The current situation is that the area has been blocked by the serious crime team and all citizens have been evacuated. The criminal refused the negotiation expert's request to meet, but asked for food to be delivered. When delivering food, it was confirmed that the criminal was one person by opening 1/3 of the iron gate. He did not show his face and threatened the hostage, the laundry owner, with a gun from behind to get the lunch box for him. The SDU has received a report and arrived for support, but the laundry is a ground floor shop (a shop opened on the road) with only one entrance and exit, no windows, and the iron gate is closed, so there is no sniping condition. The criminal has now held the hostage for more than 7 hours."

After listening to Luo Xiuling's words, Song Shijie realized that so many things had happened since he sent his master to the hospital for treatment.

"Then we must capture the murderer alive while ensuring the safety of the hostages. After all, he is the only survivor at the moment. What do you think, Vicky?"

"I agree. That's why I notified you immediately after receiving the forensic news. Regarding the assassination of Wang Sir, Big Sir has already notified our colleagues that this shooting and hostage-taking case will be taken over by our CIB. An hour ago, we retrieved the on-site surveillance and found the images of the three suspects. We consulted the Immigration Bureau and found no entry and exit records for them. It is suspected that they entered the country illegally."

Luo Xiuling took out one of the documents and handed it to Song Shijie.

When they reached the red light at the intersection, Song Shijie took a look. It was a screenshot of a surveillance video, in which three Southeast Asians were circled in red. They were of medium height. The one in the middle looked a little listless, and was being supported by the other two as he walked.

"Understood. Let's go to the scene and take a look at the situation first."

……

April 4, 2:6 p.m., Ferry Street.

CIB members arrived at the scene one after another and took over the command of the scene.

Apparently, the members of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit only just now realized that the gunman who took the hostages was related to the assassination of the next-in-command, and they immediately expressed their willingness to cooperate with the operation.

After all, the whole of Hong Kong is paying attention to this case. At the press conference held at the headquarters in the afternoon, the police spokesperson was overwhelmed by the media. There were even media outlets that specialize in stirring up trouble saying ridiculous remarks like "If the safety of the next number one cannot be guaranteed, how can the police guarantee the safety of the lives of all Hong Kong citizens, blah blah".

The entire police force is under tremendous pressure now. If they are reported for the serious case in West Kowloon that affected their investigation and caused the arrest operation to fail, no one will be able to take the blame.

Don’t underestimate the ability of the bosses of each police force and department to pass the buck. They are experts at writing reports and applying police precedents.

While the leading police officer Luo Xiuling was still making arrangements at the scene, Song Shijie approached Feng Zhiwei, the chief of the serious crime squad who was said to be the hostage's ex-husband.

"Captain Feng, I'm CIB Trainee Inspector Song Shijie. Can you briefly describe the course of the crime? Or, in other words, why did you discover the murderer hiding in Caiyun Laundry in the first place?"

The police chief Feng Zhiwei in front of him was still a police chief in his middle age, with a frosted face. Like many police officers at the scene, he pointed a .38 revolver at the laundry. Hearing Song Shijie's question, he turned his head and glanced at it before saying:

"Sir Song, I found a bag from Caiyun Laundry at the crime scene, and clothes scattered on the ground. I suspect that my wife (ex-wife) passed by the scene when the crime happened, and was discovered and held hostage by the criminals. Then my brother in charge of serious crimes and I went to the laundry and knocked on the iron gate, and a gunshot was heard from inside..."

Well, the situation is basically the same as the previous report CIB received, there is nothing suspicious.

The biggest problem now is that we can't figure out what's going on inside the laundry. It's like a secret room with no windows and no surveillance cameras. Instead, there are probes installed outside the door, allowing the criminals to monitor what's going on outside. The iron gates are tightly closed, making it impossible for the SDU (Special Duties Unit, commonly known as the Flying Tigers) snipers to start. The laundry only has one floor bed, so it's impossible to implement a rappelling rescue. Basically, all the rescue plans that can be thought of have been rejected one by one due to the limitations of the on-site environment after several hours.

What puzzled Song Shijie the most was that in previous kidnapping and hostage-taking incidents, the perpetrators would definitely have some demands, including ransom, providing transportation, and evacuating the surrounding police to allow them to escape. But this time, the incident happened suddenly, and the perpetrators were not kidnappers. It was probably because the owner of the laundry shop who passed by discovered the incident and had no choice but to kidnap. An ordinary laundry shop owner, who had no power or influence, was obviously not a good hostage target. In addition to asking for a box lunch, the other party also refused any communication with the negotiation expert.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Feng Zhiwei suddenly made a request:

"Can you let me go in and try to communicate with them? I'm the hostage's ex-husband. There should be photos of me in the hostage's shop or on their mobile phones. They may not know that I'm a police officer. I have a chance to approach and subdue the hostage." As he said this, he looked at the highest commander at the scene, CIB team leader Superintendent Luo Xiuling.

Time is running out. Ordering the SDU to launch a desperate attack obviously does not guarantee the safety of the hostages while capturing them alive. This is the only way at present. After looking at Song Shijie, she nodded in agreement.

"You can try, but you must wear a wiretap and a pinhole camera. We need to know what's going on inside at all times. Maggie, help Sheriff Feng install the equipment!"

After arranging everything, Feng Zhiwei took off his bulletproof vest and unarmed his gun, raised his hands high, and walked towards the door of the laundry while shouting to the surveillance camera outside the store: "I am the husband of the hostage. I don't have any weapons. I want to come in and talk to you, okay?"

As he spoke, he slowly turned around, unbuttoned his shirt, then his belt, opened his trouser pockets, and took off his leather shoes, indicating that he did not have any firearms on him.

Indeed, there was no such device. It was just a small eavesdropping device and a wireless pinhole camera hidden inside. They were made by CIB, high-performance, and military-grade. The images and sounds were transmitted in real time to the CIB monitoring vehicle on the scene.

A few minutes later, the iron door was slowly opened, and only one person passed through. Feng Zhiwei slowly bent down and walked into the store.

……

At the same time, in a restaurant in Chinatown, Bangkok, Siam.

Hou Weihua, wearing black clothes and sunglasses, was standing at the door smoking, and greeted a van that was monitoring him from the opposite side.

Sitting in the van was a Siamese policewoman named Rita, with short hair and white clothes. Today, the Siamese police received a joint investigation notice from Hong Kong, asking them to help monitor Hou Wenhua, who was suspected of being a transnational drug dealer.

In fact, the Siamese police have always suspected that Hou Wenhua is the agent in Hong Kong of Zheng Kun, the richest Chinese in Siam.

Zheng Kun's influence in Siam is even more exaggerated than Hou Wenhua's in Hong Kong. He has a huge influence in the business world, the Jun world, and the Zheng world. Without solid evidence, it is impossible to arrest him. Therefore, the Siam Narcotics Investigation Division led by Rita also targeted Hou Wenhua, who often traveled between Siam and Hong Kong and had frequent contact with Zheng Kun. The two police forces hit it off.

Of course, for the time being, we have no evidence of Hou Wenhua's crimes in Siam, so we can only put him under surveillance.

Rita and Hou Wenhua are both aware of this.

After smoking a cigarette and teasing the police, Hou Wenhua walked into the restaurant.

There was only one table of guests in the restaurant. A Siamese woman was watching her two children eating the sumptuous meal that was rarely seen in normal times, but she herself did not eat a single bite.

Hou Wenhua walked into the restaurant and said to a handsome Thai guy wearing a traditional tropical short-sleeved shirt and jeans:

"Sam, it's time to call their dad."

This handsome Siamese boy named Sam is Zheng Kun’s adopted son and also a long-term partner representing Zheng Kun and Hou Wenhua.

He smiled, took out his phone, replaced the SIM card with a new one, and dialed a number.

……

Hong Kong, Cloud Laundry.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the dark-faced Siamese man opposite him who was pointing a pistol at his ex-wife.

No matter what conditions Feng Zhiwei proposed, such as exchanging hostages, providing transportation, helping him plead with the judge, etc., the other party remained silent and just stared at him quietly.

Suddenly, a cell phone on the table rang.

The Siamese man picked up the phone and answered it.