sbdcsierra Chapter 508
Chapter 508
Chapter 508
"Senior Investigation Director Yan Guoliang?" Jiang Zuhui frowned, and he was on the front line. The ICAC official who acted decisively was quite impressed: "Report the news to Taiguan and apply for a warrant. He must not be allowed to escape."
This kind of backbone force of the Chinese ICAC does not have a high political status, but it is the type that must be liquidated.
"Yes, sir!"
The police inspector stood at attention and saluted.
Des Voeux Road.
Ice Factory Street.
This is a narrow street less than two kilometers away from the ICAC building. It is named after the first igloo company on Hong Kong Island. When American businessmen transported ice from North America to Hong Kong Island, they coated it with sawdust and chaff to prevent it from melting. Stored in the snow factory for use, sold to hospitals, hotels, ordinary citizens, milk companies, etc.
Since 1845, U.S. ice once dominated the ice industry market on Hong Kong Island, claiming to sell directly from the original factory, and everyone regarded U.S. ice as a luxury.It was not until Kyle established an ice factory in 1866 that the US ice was defeated by the price by using machines to make ice.
Yan Guoliang escaped from the Lian Kee Building in the chaos, and ran to Des Voeux Road first with the crowd, relying on his familiarity with nearby buildings, he escaped the pursuit of the police several times.
At this time, he had taken off his suit jacket and lost all his documents. He was only wearing trousers, a white shirt, and a pistol.
"Sir."
"Go upstairs."
Just as Yan Guoliang was about to run out of Xuechang Street, two passing policemen in uniform held weapons in their hands and smoked cigarettes, and they were pacing and chatting at the intersection.
As the ICAC building caught fire, many police officers evacuated the building and scattered on the streets.Some are simply patrolling, while others are chasing fugitives.Although the two uniformed policemen hadn't noticed him yet, Yan Guoliang was panicked and leaned against the wall to hide.
However, the entrances of the market buildings behind have been locked with iron locks. Many residential buildings are afraid of suffering, and have closed the entrances for safety.This trick is actually very effective. Regardless of the ICAC or the police force, they will give up pursuing the road when they see the road is locked, so as not to lead the war to the residential area for no reason.
Yan Guoliang's heart was pounding, and his heart was hanging in the air, thinking that he was desperate and was about to be discovered by the police.The iron lock behind him was suddenly opened, and a young man in a suit stopped him and said, "Go quickly."
"it is good."
Yan Guoliang turned around and saw that the young man was one of his employees. He was overjoyed and hurried into the corridor.The young man deftly circled the iron chain twice around the door and locked it before turning around and saying, "Second floor."
"Thank you."
Yan Guoliang breathed a sigh of relief, remembering the young man's name: "Ah Feng, where is the meeting?"
"I'm here at the house."
Zhong Xiangfeng pointed to the stairs: "I grew up on Xuechang Street since I was a child. After I escaped from the ICAC, I immediately took a few brothers and ran home to hide."
Yan Guoliang was stunned and nodded: "It is the safest way to hide at home now. Unfortunately, too many people have no home to hide in Central. It is said that the ICAC dormitory has also fallen into the hands of the police. Thanks to you, otherwise, I was just about to be caught by the police."
Although Yan Guoliang had already taken off his conspicuous suit jacket, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood stains on his body were obvious, and he would be recognized by the police at a glance.Zhong Xiangfeng smiled and did not answer, but opened a room, took Yan Guoliang into the house, and said, "Sir Yan, what should we do next?"
At this time, the four ICAC staff who were resting on the chairs in the living room saw Yan Guoliang's complexion changed, and they stood up with stern faces, staring straight at him.Just as Yan Guoliang was about to say hello, he realized that the atmosphere was not right. When he turned around, he saw Zhong Xiangfeng locked the door behind him and was looking at him maliciously.
Yan Guoliang never expected that he would go out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den. He immediately understood and asked, "You want to surrender me to the police?"
"Sir."
"You think too badly of me." Zhong Xiangfeng grabbed a wine bottle on the table, looked at Yan Guoliang and said with a smile, "I just want to avenge Ah Qiu and Fei Chen."
In the living room, four ICAC staff members had drawn out their pistols and pointed them directly at Yan Guoliang.
"Ah!"
When Yan Guoliang probed and drew his gun, the glass wine bottle was thrown down, blowing his head off.
boom.
Yan Guoliang fell to the ground, only feeling a sharp pain in his head, and his consciousness was a little blurred.
But he is still Ah Qiu and Fat Chen.
It was the few staff members who were shot and killed by him in the ICAC.
Zhong Xiangfeng did not let Yan Guoliang go, but grabbed Yan Guoliang's head and said: "It's just a job, but you shot your brother for the order of the ghost, do you still deserve to be a human? Trash!"
"I"
"I."
Yan Guoliang pressed his fingers on the floor and murmured: "Obeying orders is the first duty of the disciplined troops."
"fart!"
Zhong Xiangfeng grabbed Yan Guoliang's head, then fell heavily on the ground, and shouted loudly: "You are a Chinese first, and then you are an employee of the ICAC. How much money does the ghost pay you a month? You work like this for the ghost!"
"You're fucking weak, and you're helping the ghost as an executioner."
Zhong Xiangfeng kept hitting Yan Guoliang on the head with wine bottles.
dong dong dong.
"I'll send you down to plead guilty to Ah Qiu and Fei Chen, to see if they will forgive you, and to see if the god of the ghost can bless you in the underworld!"
boom.
The bottle shattered.
Zhong Xiangfeng sat on the ground weakly.
"I lost my mother."
Seeing this, a staff member wanted to replenish Yan Guoliang's gun, but the brother next to him pressed him down with his hand, and reminded him softly: "Be careful that the gunshot will attract the police."
"It's cheaper for him."
The staff had no choice but to give up.
Zhong Xiangfeng rested for a while, stood up and called a few brothers to lift Yan Guoliang's body together, lifted it to the window and threw it down.I saw that Yan Guoliang was like a puddle of mud, sticky on the ground.
After a few minutes, police officers rushed to the scene one after another, carried people away in body bags, and took pictures of the scene for file.It is quite normal for one or two unknown dead bodies to appear on the street at this time, and the police force has no spare capacity to carry out criminal investigations.
Being able to complete the process of collecting corpses and retaining files is already a manifestation of Hong Kong Island's gradual restoration of social order.
The next day.
morning.
Sitting on the plane, Ge Bai looked tired and haggard.
As a senior management of the police force, returning to Hong Kong Island as a prisoner is tantamount to mental torture.
Judging from the determination shown by the Hong Kong government, it is conceivable that the landing situation will not be too good, and the wealth accumulated through more than ten years of hard work and the authority gained through hard work on Hong Kong Island will all disappear in smoke.
Although the federal police superintendent and the inspectors involved in the escort operation did not torture him on the plane, the intensified interrogation for more than ten hours in a row has made him mentally tense, under great psychological pressure, and on the verge of collapse. edge.
As the plane began to circle and land, the outline of the city on the ground became clearer, and the distance to Hong Kong Island became closer and closer.
Finally, the plane stopped at the airport with a bumpy deceleration, and slowly advanced to the berth. The flight attendant stepped forward and opened the door, and there was no more courtesy during the whole process.Even the smiling faces several times were specially made for the federal police superintendent, and he was almost ignored as a prisoner.
"Let's go."
"Ge sir."
At this time Mike Apu finished the last sip of coffee in his cup, got up and glanced out the window, and saw several cars parked beside the berth, he knew it right away, and pushed Ge Bai's shoulder.But Ge Bai acted like a dead man, sitting on the chair, powerless and motionless.
Mike Apoo often saw criminals paralyzed by fright. He waved his hand and asked his subordinates to pick them up and take them down the gangway together.
When Ge Bai put his arms on the left and right of the two federal police officers, and dragged him out of the cabin door in a daze, a group of police officers standing on both sides of the convoy obviously had wrong expressions. They exchanged glances and stared at the several federal police officers. The staff look bad.
"He sir."
Ge Bai, who had lowered his head and looked like a dead man, suddenly regained his energy when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye, and shouted in disbelief.Mike Apu glanced back at him with an unhappy expression, thinking that Ge Bai had lost his mind and dreamed that someone would come to see him.
But after reporting his name and position to a group of greeters, he found that there was not a single British citizen among the visitors, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Thank you, Superintendent Mike."
He Dingxian held up a warrant and said: "This is the warrant signed by the Governor-General Mr. MacLehose. Next, Ge Bai will be handed over to the Internal Investigation Section to take over."
"Why is it the Internal Investigation Section, not the Independent Commission Against Corruption?" Mike Apu's eyes changed suddenly, and he looked at the other party in disbelief, already aware of the identity of the visitor.He Dingxian was too lazy to play charades with him, and said with a smile: "The ICAC is preparing for restructuring and cannot accept large-scale cases. The governor handed over the case to the Internal Investigation Division, which officially reflects the Hong Kong government's trust in the police force. If Superintendent Mike has any doubts , you can go to the Governor of Hong Kong to ask for clarification.”
Mike Apple immediately understood that ICAC had been completely destroyed, and the power of law enforcement had completely fallen into the hands of the Chinese. I am afraid that even the Governor had no room to intervene.
Looking at the group of Chinese police officers who were staring at each other, the most sensible choice is to accept the warrant.
"it is good."
"Give Sir Ge to them." Mike Apu accepted the governor's warrant, folded it and put it in his arms for filing, and then asked two subordinates to hand him over to the police force.He Dingxian saw that the ghosts were not cooperating, and he didn't deliberately make things difficult for them. He smiled and said: "Thank you, sir."
"I have booked rooms for you at the Peninsula Hotel, and I have prepared some souvenirs. If you are not in a hurry to return to London, you can spend a few more days on Hong Kong Island. The Hong Kong Island Police Force will be reimbursed from the public account for the entire process. We must not be accused of being negligent. A distinguished guest from our ancestral home."
"As for the guns, please leave them to the police for safekeeping, and someone will deliver them to you if you make a phone call before leaving Hong Kong."
Several federal police officers were quite comfortable listening at first, but when they were asked to take off their guns, one police officer frowned immediately: "We are out on a mission, and during the mission, we have Enforcement power."
"Haha."
"Yes, but it's written in legal documents. From the actual situation, I'm afraid you sirs have to do as the Romans do, and be polite." He Dingxian laughed twice, as if he was determined to be a ghost, and turned his head to pat He patted Ge Bai on the shoulder, and took Ge Bai to the No. 1 special car.
Several Commonwealth police officers watched them get into the car, and the convoy drove out of the airport with complicated expressions.However, according to the custom, the guns at the waist were taken off and temporarily handed over to several accompanying Hong Kong Island police officers for safekeeping, which fully demonstrated the unity between the Federation and the colonies.
(End of this chapter)