This is also why Li Wenbin is so generous.
Zhang Pin actually doesn't think much of this credit.
But as the chief of the operations department of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, he needs such credit for his subordinates.
"Such a large amount of goods is enough to cause a sensation."
After Li Wenbin finished dividing the goods, he looked at the goods piled together.
A full 100 kilograms, such a large amount of white noodles, if not shocking the world, at least shocked Hong Kong Island.
"Heichai is just a small demolition house, but he can get a hundred kilograms of goods at one time. If it were other big buyers, it would be even more exaggerated."
He quickly thought of the Eight-faced Buddha from White Noodles.
As the biggest seller in the Golden Triangle, this guy's inventory is too exaggerated.
After all, for some Taoist friends, it only takes a few grams at a time.
One hundred kilograms of white flour is enough to supply Taoists throughout Hong Kong Island.
And what we can know is that with Heichai's strength, it is completely impossible for him to be a big buyer of the Eight-faced Buddha.
For such a small partner, the Eight-faced Buddha gave him so many goods at once, indicating that the other party's stock must be sufficient.
Or, in other words, how determined the other party is to open up the Hong Kong Island market.
"This guy must be dealt with as soon as possible. If he continues, it will be a great harm to the entire world."
Li Wenbin took a deep breath to calm down.
This time Zhang Pin nodded in rare agreement.
He has killed quite a few white-faced dealers.
From Zhu Tao at the beginning to Hua Xinwu recently, no matter how loud these guys are, their annual shipment volume may not be as much as that of Heichai this time.
After all, it’s one hundred kilograms, and it’s not wheat or rice.
This stuff is sold by the gram.
"Everyone, don't be idle. Let's help dispose of the corpses. These things should be sealed together with the arms and specially guarded by special personnel. Don't let them go outside."
Zhang Pin is not ready to stay any longer.
Dozens of people died here, there was so much goods, and a lot of niggas were captured.
The leaders and reporters will be here soon after receiving the news.
To handle these things well, some people will definitely need to work all night.
Of course, Zhang Pin can't stay up late with everyone here, it doesn't make any sense.
On the contrary, the younger brothers under him were all very motivated and could not stop at all.
This case involves so much money, arms and even transnational criminal gangs. For those who handle it, it is definitely a resume worth bragging about.
And there were zero casualties in the arrest tonight.
Such a good situation is rarely encountered by the entire Hong Kong Island Police Force, except for Zhang Pin's men, like the Central District Crime Squad.
Even if Li Wenbin gave away all the credit.
But as long as they show up at the scene, even if there are no other benefits, at least the bonus this month or this quarter will definitely be a big income.
After all, things like earning rebates can happen everywhere.
This Colombian drug lord originally came to trade with Heichai with sincerity.
Even if they wanted to take advantage of the enemy, they also brought the funds for the transaction out of confidence in their own strength and strategy.
This money must be paid as usual.
But the higher-ups will definitely give them part of the bonus.
Zhang Pin arranged things, called Li Jiaren, and drove back to Tong Keren's villa.
"Honey, come here quickly. Come and take a look. Bourne has a lot of passports."
After entering the villa, it was already early in the morning, but Tong Keren was not asleep yet. Instead, she was struggling with a pile of passports.
"What do you want to see in the passport? Follow me to the room and I will show you a big treasure."
Zhang Pin really has no interest in passports.
"No, these passports are all authentic. We have tested them ourselves, and the names in each passport are different."
Tong Keren is not someone who has never seen the market before.
The reason why I am so surprised is because these passports of Bourne are so rare.
"Is it all true?"
Hearing Tong Keren's words, Zhang Pin was also a little surprised.
There is nothing unusual about having many passports.
Bourne is white-skinned and has a London accent. They are visa-free from many countries.
If the other party is willing, it is not difficult to apply for a few passports or something.
But if it is a real passport with different names, then the reason is worth talking about.
"Let me see, did you take it from the safe at HSBC?"
Zhang Pin picked up a passport and asked Bourne.
Due to amnesia, Bourne cannot remember his previous experiences and memories.
He only has a laser with a series of numbers inside.
When working as a bodyguard for Tong Keren, Zhang Pin specifically investigated him.
Bourne also confessed to them the string of numbers on his body.
After subsequent inquiries, Zhang Pin found out that this was a set of account numbers and passwords for HSBC Bank safes.
So after Bourne got the news, he took the initiative to go to the bank to check the safe, naturally with the purpose of finding his identity certificate.
After going there, he found that there were weapons and cash in the safe, as well as a large number of passports.
His first reaction was that he should be a killer, and these passports were fake documents he used to hide his identity.
Tong Keren, who was traveling with him, also saw these passports. Her initial guess was similar to Bourne's, but she felt that Bourne was more like an international agent.
Then she had a sudden idea and took Bourne directly to the embassy or embassy of the country where his passport was located to check Bourne's identity.
Originally this was just a joke on her part.
As a result of the inquiry, it was discovered that all seven or eight of Bourne's passports were authentic.
From the embassy’s file information, the identity history of the other party can be found.
It is naturally impossible for a person to have seven or eight different experiences, so in theory these identities should all be fake.
But if it is fake, then the country corresponding to the passport should be able to find out.
Now that this contradiction appeared, both Tong Ke and Bourne were so surprised that they couldn't sleep.
"I might really be an agent, so what's my purpose here?"
Bourne looked confused.
If he is a killer, his passport should be fake.
Now that all the passports are authentic, it is naturally impossible for the killer to do such a thing.
On the contrary, the identity of an agent is very reasonable.
But even though he guessed his identity, he still didn't recall his memory.
"Don't think so much. Whether it's an agent or a bodyguard, it's all work anyway."
Zhang Pin threw his passport back on the table and didn't care.
"Just keep an eye out. Maybe your contact person will come to your door when you wake up."
Seeing that the two of them seemed to have no sense of crisis at all, Zhang Pin specifically reminded them.
Regardless of Bourne's identity as a killer or an agent.
Bourne is right when he says that he must have come to Hong Kong Island with a purpose or a mission.
Now he has lost his memory and has no idea of his mission.
Originally, it was estimated that it would pass as soon as it passed.
After all, Hong Kong Island is so big that Bourne's organization may not be able to find him.
But today, Bourne went to the bank to pick up a package and went to the embassy to check his identity, which must have alarmed some people.
It is impossible to say that the other party is already taking action now.
Based on the abilities Bourne showed after losing his memory, one can easily imagine the strength of the forces behind him.
In fact, Zhang Pin had already guessed about this.
Judging from the complexion of Bourne, he must be one of those gangsters.
Originally, because the other party was from London and had a London accent, Zhang Pin thought the other party might be from Group Seven or something.
After all, the political department has recently been disbanded in Hong Kong.
It just so happens that the Political Department belongs to the original subordinate forces of the Seven Groups.
It makes sense for the other party to send someone here.
But now, judging from the fact that Bourne suddenly has so many passports from various countries, it is obvious that the other party's force belongs to him.
After all, except for that gangster, no other force in the world can do this.
World hegemony is not something you just blow up.
After knowing the force to which Bourne belonged, Zhang Pin naturally remembered his trip to Bangzi and led his men to destroy a CIA branch.
So it seems that Bourne's purpose of coming here is almost to cause trouble for him.
Thinking that Bourne, who was originally looking for trouble, now turned out to be his bodyguard, Zhang Pin couldn't help but want to laugh for some reason.
Sure enough, there is no need to talk about logic in the real world, anything can happen.
"You are an agent, so do you still have to go on a mission?"
After Tong Keren learned that Bourne was an agent, she was not afraid. Instead, she was very curious.
After all, everyone has seen the movie 007.
Bourne also looks similar to 007. Thinking about him saving the world, I'm quite looking forward to it.
"No, I may have been an agent before, but I am not now or ever."
Upon hearing Tong Keren's question, Bourne shook his head without hesitation.
"Although I have no memory of my previous life, I instinctively resent my previous life."
When Bourne mentioned it, there was no trace of happiness on his face.
"Sometimes when I want to recall my past memories, there is always a voice in my heart, which seems to remind myself that the previous life is not worth remembering, and the current life is what I want to have."
Bourne looked calm when he mentioned his past.
Although he has lost his memory, he can still distinguish between good and bad.
Recently, he was nominally a bodyguard, but in fact Tong Keren regarded him as a friend.
Because Tong Keren is either at work or with Zhang Pin, Bourne naturally has a lot of free time of his own.
Bourne's free activities on weekdays are actually very boring.
He has no friends in Hong Kong Island, and he is not an active person.
So a lot of the time he was just alone in a daze.
But even in a boring daze, Bourne would actually feel comfortable and satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
Because he only lost his memory, his cognitive abilities and other abilities were not actually lost.
So he can really feel what his previous life was like.
He has a strong desire for freedom in his heart.
Sometimes he even has a thought from the bottom of his heart: I'm so lucky that I can lose my memory.
"Is there really any danger? Then let's sleep together at night."
When Tong Keren heard Zhang Pin asking them to pay attention to the danger, she immediately jumped to Zhang Pin's side, hugged his arm and refused to let go.
Zhang Pin couldn't help but glare at the other party.
Tong Keren is a drunkard who is not interested in drinking, but is eyeing his waist.
"Hmph, as long as you don't beg for mercy."
Sir Zhang was not afraid of Tong Keren's approach.
Today is different from the past. With Sir Zhang's extraordinary physique, it is a piece of cake to deal with a Tong Keren.
But obviously, Sir Zhang's idea of spending a good night was not so easy to achieve.
Outside the villa.
A heavily armed CIA team was already ready.
"All electronic equipment is under control, and signals from road surveillance, cars, satellites, and mobile phone communications have all been cut off."
"The roads are all under control. It will take at least half an hour to get to the nearest police station."
"Okay, everyone already knows the target of this operation. Remember, in addition to the spy, there is also a senior superintendent of the Hong Kong Island Police Force who needs attention."
The leader of the group, a white ghost, specifically spoke out to warn everyone again.
"Huh, Sin Buster, what a great name."
However, as members of the CIA's elite operations team, it is obvious that they do not take an outstanding police officer from a small place seriously.
"They have eliminated our colleagues in the Bangzi branch. Don't underestimate the enemy."
The commander suddenly frowned when he heard that his men underestimated the enemy.
"It's just a rumor. The superiors above are still arguing with the military department."
Obviously, no one took the commander's words seriously.
The commander himself didn't care.
In fact, the commander himself didn't care about Zhang Pin. The reason why he said this was just a habitual reminder.
"Two security guards are patrolling from the east! The other two have arrived at the designated location, and there is no one else within five hundred meters."
At this moment, the member responsible for surveillance spoke up to alert everyone in action.
"Uh-huh--"
After hearing the reminder, the four action members immediately touched it.
They took out some electric shock equipment and quickly knocked the two security guards to the ground, then dragged them aside and tied them up.
"Sneak in! Remember, everyone, you have half an hour to act."
The commander looked at his watch, then waved his hand and immediately arranged for everyone to take action.
They figured out the security separation of the villa area before coming.
In the evening, security guards will also be arranged to train once every half an hour, and it will take exactly one hour to walk through the villa area, so theoretically there will be two groups of security guards patrolling the villa area at the same time.
But these security guards may still be difficult for others.
For the CIA's elite, this is not even a difficulty.
After taking care of the security, everyone rushed to Tong Keren's villa.
Click——
"Shet! Be careful, there is glass on the wall!"
As a result, this group of elites encountered their first problem just after setting off.
When they were about to climb the wall, they suddenly discovered that the top of the exquisite and vine-covered wall was actually inlaid with many small fragments.
At this time, when the first few elites climbed on it with their hands, they immediately touched the almost weathered glass.
As elite members of the CIA, they wore stab-proof gloves, so they were not cut by the glass.
The problem is that the glass is weathered and therefore very fragile.
When they pressed it now, the sound of broken glass sounded very clear in the dark night sky.
