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

At the door, CIB surveillance car. "Immediately monitor all calls within 50 meters and record them!" Luo Xiuling realized that this call must be very important and made arrangements immediately. Even if it cannot be monitored normally, it can be found by checking the call time and the content of the call between the two parties afterwards.

Never underestimate the CIB's intelligence gathering and analysis capabilities.

Song Shijie frowned, and then he finally figured out why the murderer did not make any demands. He had been waiting for this call.

There is no need to think too much, this is most likely a call from the mastermind or the last suspect on the run.

Combined with the images and sounds transmitted by the pinhole camera, the murderer's eyes were determined and there was a murderous aura on his body. At first glance, he was a desperate criminal, or a death soldier. According to his experience working in a special department in his previous life, such people rarely surrendered to the police, but he never harmed the hostages.

If this phone call...

Not good! Song Shijie immediately thought of a possibility. Without saying a word, he ran out of the surveillance car and slowly walked towards the store door around the surveillance blind spot in front of the laundry shop.

Fortunately, the Siamese gunman was holding hostages and listening to the phone at the time and did not notice Song Shijie's actions.

He didn't say a word until the call was hung up, but there was a hint of fluctuation in his eyes.

Is this regret? Intolerance? Or sadness?

Feng Zhiwei couldn't tell. He just followed his ex-wife who was pushed towards him by the Siamese man and hugged her tightly with his back facing the gunman.

The Siamese man looked at the man and woman in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking. He smiled sadly and slowly pointed the gun towards his forehead.

At this moment, a handsome guy finally sneaked into the laundry!

"I'm a police officer, put it down immediately..."

"boom"!

There was no time for him to finish his warning. Seeing the gunman's index finger on the trigger, Song Shijie decisively fired!

The Siamese man was shot in the shoulder, his pistol fell to the ground, and he looked at the handsome man in a suit in front of him with disbelief.

Kicking the pistol away, Song Shijie stepped forward to subdue the gangster. Fortunately, he was so cruel that he didn't have teeth to hide poison, so he was successfully captured alive!

……

A large group of police officers rushed in to help control the scene. Song Shijie handcuffed the Siamese man and quietly pulled Luo Xiuling aside.

"Sister Vicky, this suspect was clearly planning to commit suicide. Money and loyalty are not enough to explain a killer's suicide. I think the other party threatened him with the safety of his relatives. The situation is urgent now. If the mastermind knew that he was captured alive by our police, it would be bad for his family. Moreover, according to police regulations, injured suspects need to be escorted to the police detention ward and can only be questioned after the doctor's consent. I'm afraid..."

Song Shijie didn't finish his words, but Luo Xiuling was very smart as she was able to become a CIB police superintendent, and she immediately understood his implication.

There is a high probability that there are corrupt policemen in the police force. Too many people present at tonight's operation know about it. Even if we immediately order a blockade of the news, it is estimated that it will not be concealed for too long. We must also be on guard against the other party killing people during the escort or in the detention ward. These situations have happened before. It's just that the criminals are not as rampant as they were in the past during the white-haired period after the handover, but we have to be on guard.

She pondered for a moment, made a decision immediately, and called Sir Gong Jiapei to report the situation.

During the short few minutes while Luo Xiuling was on the phone, Song Shijie kept staring at the Siamese suspect and gestured to prevent anyone from contacting him.

The police officers present understood what Song Shijie meant. He regarded them as suspected black cops and was afraid that someone was doing something wrong!

But there was no way out. The scene was under the full control of CIB, and the suspect was subdued by the trainee inspector in front of him. He could only be angry but not say anything.

Song Shijie didn't want to offend so many current police officers at once, but there was no other way. This survivor was too important and no mistakes could be made. It was not appropriate to act like a good guy at this time.

……

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

Sam waited for a while, and a text message came on his phone:

"Killer captured alive"

Sam handed the phone to Hou Wenhua.

After reading the text message, Hou Wenhua's originally calm expression immediately changed.

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He and Sam looked at each other, then pulled out the battery from his phone, pulled out the Sim card and secretly broke it.

It was obviously not possible to directly attack the mother and daughter present at this time, as a team of police were still watching them outside.

Hou Wenhua left the restaurant with Sam without saying a word.

"Find someone to keep an eye on this family." He whispered in Sam's ear.

Sam nodded, thoughtfully.

The two children in the restaurant were still enjoying their food, but the Siamese mother looked sad...

……

At 4:2 p.m. on April 8, at a secret location of CIB.

CIB Sir Gong Jiapei finally agreed to Luo Xiuling and Song Shijie's plan: instead of sending the Siamese to the hospital first, they would go to this stronghold to conduct a surprise interrogation, striving to make a breakthrough in the case!

After all, everyone knew that the killer was only following orders, and the purpose was to make him reveal the mastermind behind the incident.

Of course, Gong Sir was still experienced and ordered Luo Xiuling and Song Shijie to get on the ambulance together and stay with the Siamese. He also contacted the leaders of the SDU and asked the Flying Tigers, who were originally assigned to assist in the hostage rescue mission, to continue working overtime and escorting along the way.

Flying Tiger: I love working overtime.JPG

As for Feng Zhiwei and his ex-wife (who were examined by paramedics and confirmed to be fine except for being frightened), they have been taken back to the police headquarters as witnesses to assist in the investigation and are under the charge of other departments.

Other members of the CIB returned to continue their disciplinary investigations. After all, the investigation of the police officers involved on the night of Wang Sir's assassination had not yet been completed.

After emergency treatment by medical staff, the Siamese man had his shoulder bandaged with gauze and his hands handcuffed. He sat on the sofa, staring at the two policemen opposite him without saying a word.

Fortunately, the power of the SIG P250 is much greater than that of the .38 revolver. The close-range shot to the shoulder caused a penetrating wound, and the bullet did not remain in the victim's body. Otherwise, emergency surgery must be performed to remove the bullet, otherwise it would be a complete abuse of the suspect, and no one could bear it.

Luo Xiuling and Song Shijie looked at each other, and finally they both tacitly decided that she should speak first. After all, it is relatively easier for female police officers to gain the trust of suspects.

She first asked the other party a few basic questions in Cantonese and Mandarin, such as name, age, occupation, etc.

But the other party did not respond at all.

In the end, I could only ask in English. The other party's eyes flickered, and I guess he understood, but he still didn't say anything.

At this time, her cell phone rang and Luo Xiuling went out to answer it.

According to regulations, two police officers must be present during the interrogation and the entire process must be recorded, but this is obviously a formal interrogation room. There is only a DV and a recorder working on the scene, and there is no surveillance equipment.

All I can say is that we have to take emergency measures.

Song Shijie smiled at the Siamese man, took out a cigarette and gave it to him, lighting it for him, and then he also had one for himself.

According to the experience shared by some veteran police officers, sometimes a cigarette is more effective to a suspect than thousands of words of threats and inducements, as long as the other party is willing to take it.

"You are a very good shooter, much better than we thought the Hong Kong police were. One shot last night and one shot tonight were all thanks to you."

The Siamese man finally spoke, in English.

"Thank you."

Song Shijie did not continue to ask questions, but waited for the other party to take the initiative. As long as the other party opened his mouth, the subsequent interrogation work would be easy to carry out.

"In our world, we only respect the strong. You are a strong person, so I can tell you what you want to know. I don't care about my life or death, so don't threaten me with the death penalty or something like that."

The Siamese man looked a little pale, after all, he had lost a lot of blood.

"Excuse me, we don't have the death penalty in the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region. The most severe sentence is life imprisonment. If you are willing to cooperate with us and provide useful clues, we can apply for a reduction of your sentence to the Department of Justice. This is your right." Song Shijie said.

The Siamese man obviously didn't care whether it was the death penalty or life imprisonment. He took a puff of his cigarette before continuing:

"People in our line of work no longer value life, whether it's the target's or our own. But I still can't tell you who my boss is. This is the rule of the industry."

The Siamese man stopped talking and just smoked quietly.

At this time, Luo Xiuling returned to the room after answering the phone and said in Song Shijie's ear: "We found out that the last call the suspect received on his mobile phone was from a Siamese mobile number. The other party should be his family. The content of the call was roughly: Dad, you can work with peace of mind, Mom will take us to have a big meal again, etc. There was no other threatening words. The other party's phone has been turned off, and we have handed the number to the Siamese police for follow-up."

There were no direct threatening words in the call, but the meaning was obvious.

The same question, Hou Wenhua is in Siam now. Obviously very suspicious.

But even if the phone was registered by him, it cannot constitute a complete chain of evidence to prove that he is the mastermind of Wang Sir's assassination. Moreover, the phone used in such a case is most likely a space card (anonymous Sim card), which also involves the issue of cross-border investigation.

In short, there are many difficulties.

But the matter still needed to be done. Song Shijie thought for a moment and said to the Siamese man:

"We have the ability to protect the safety of your family in Siam. I know you may not trust the police over there, but please trust our Hong Kong Special Administrative Region Police Force. Or let me put it more clearly, please believe me, look, this is my dad, this is my uncle, you may have heard of them. My family has some connections throughout Southeast Asia."

Song Shijie took out his mobile phone and showed the Siamese man some news on English websites and photos of him and his family on his mobile phone.

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Luckily, we didn’t kill the policeman in the elevator, or else it would have been a lot of fun, and the families of the three of them would have suffered a miserable fate. You call this “having some” connections???

Luo Xiuling watched Song Shijie with great interest. She had seen many cases of abusing power for personal gain, but this "private car for public use" was really interesting.

He is indeed Vincent’s good disciple, hahaha.

"Okay, ask whatever you want. I'll tell you everything I know. I don't ask for a reduced sentence. I beg you, Mr. Song, to keep your promise and protect my family."

Siamese men are also straightforward people.