That night, Uncle Jiang's son "Ling Zai" received a call from his father.
He is a thin man in his thirties, two years younger than Jiang Tianyang, but he used to study in the same school and had a good relationship with Jiang Tianyang. He can almost be regarded as Jiang Tianyang's childhood friend and companion.
Ling Zai helped purchase several villas and wineries owned by Jiang Tianyang in the United States. Therefore, after Jiang Tianyang went into hiding, he did not contact anyone else but only one of his friends.
After humming into the phone, Ling Zai expressed his knowledge of the matter, said "don't worry", and then hung up the phone.
"You guys come with me to go out." He put on his coat, reached for the food box on the table, waved to the four boys, and the group drove a black car to a private winery in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
Half an hour later, Ling Zai stopped the car at the door of the winery and motioned to the boys to stay in the car and wait for him.
He quickly walked into the winery alone and crossed a grape grove.
It was late at night on Hong Kong Island, and it was evening in the United States. Since it was not the wine-producing season, except for the caregivers in the grape groves, the winery and wine storage rooms were deserted.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the shade of the trees. Ling Zai came outside Jiang Tianyang's favorite wine cellar and knocked lightly on the wooden door of the cellar.
"Who is it?" A hoarse voice came from inside.
"Master Jiang, it's me."
"Ling Zai, are you here?" Jiang Tianyang opened the door and glanced behind Ling Zai. He looked away when he saw no one outside. He gently opened the door and gave up half of his body.
Ling Zai walked into the wine cellar with the food box, his back to Jiang Tianyang. Jiang Tianyang looked at his empty lower back and breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward and hugged Ling Zai and asked, "Ling Zai, what's going on outside now? Do the uncles in Hong Xing still support me?"
"If you support me, we can transfer Hong Xing to the United States and then make a name for himself again and become the largest gangster in Los Angeles!"
At this time, Jiang Tianyang was still dreaming of becoming bigger and stronger. As everyone knows, after receiving the call from his father, Ling Zai didn't even think of saying a good word to Jiang Tianyang. Now when he heard Jiang Tianyang ask him, Ling Zai just nodded and said: "My uncles all support you."
"real?"
"Well, I support you to surrender to the police station."
Ling Zai's words were shocking, and Jiang Tianyang was extremely surprised and said: "What?"
"Ugh!" Ling Zai reached out and took out a pistol from the food box, pointed it at Jiang Tianyang's head, and said expressionlessly: "Young Master Jiang, I don't want to do this either."
"Hong Xing, after all, you are not Hong Xing alone."
"If you dare, shoot!" Jiang Tianyang's eyes were cracked, and he reached out to grab the gun from Ling Zai. But he didn't expect that Ling Zai was younger and stronger than him. He picked up the handle of the gun and banged him, easily knocking him out to the ground.
After seeing that the matter was done, Ling Zai took out his mobile phone and dialed Ma Zai's number. After the man in the car arrived, he immediately stepped forward and tied Jiang Tianyang into the car and smuggled him back to Hong Kong Island that night.
At the same time, Daji was tied in a sack and sank into the Treasure Island Channel with a bang. In order to promote cross-strait exchanges and rebuild the Haixi Channel, it has done a negligible contribution.
Ding Yao, who was sitting on the boat, saw with his own eyes that Daji sank into the sea. He turned to the new leader "Li Zongshu" beside him and said: "Zongshu, Hong Xing will definitely find someone to help me arrange Jiang Tianyang."
"Don't worry, eldest sister, Zong Shu will definitely help you make clear arrangements." Li Zongshu said with a shy face and a smile.
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The next morning, Hong Xing's lawyer came to the Western District Police Station and informed his uncles that he had been arrested and would arrive at Hong Kong Island at four in the afternoon. The other side informed the police at the police station that Jiang Tianyang would come to the police station to surrender at 4 p.m.
After Chen Jin heard the news, he was surprised by Hong Xing's decisiveness. Unexpectedly, these old people are so ruthless. Not only are they willing to sell the faucet, but they are also willing to provide door-to-door delivery services.
Haha, Jiang Tianyang is probably the first leading boss in the history of Hong Kong Island to be forced to surrender by his subordinates.
Soon, the news was forwarded to Li Shaoze. After hearing this, Li Shaoze chuckled without much expression on his face. Because all of Hong Xing's actions were completely within his expectations.
They are willing to send Jiang Tianyang to surrender in person. It can only be said that these old people are more considerate in their work.
So he worked until the afternoon as usual. Seeing that it was almost time, he waved to A-Xian and ordered an afternoon tea as usual. When the things were delivered, and after greeting the agents to pick up the things, he walked into the office with a cup of milk tea and a pineapple bun.
He raised his hand to look at his watch and saw that the hour hand had reached four o'clock, so he quietly came to the window. While eating afternoon tea, he looked outside, waiting for Jiang Tianyang to "come to apologize" in person.
Squeak, a van stopped at the door of the police station. Ling Zai sat on it and pushed Jiang Tianyang gently: "Young Master Jiang, get out."
"Oh, I can walk by myself." Jiang Tianyang, wearing a Tang suit, stepped on the ground one step at a time, seemed to be aware of the move, raised his head and glanced upstairs.
From this angle, Li Shaoze could see him clearly, but due to the light effect, Jiang Tianyang could not see Li Shaoze. However, Jiang Tianyang knew very well that his life had actually come to an end.
Ling Zai looked at him deeply, waved his hand forward, and the van drove away from the police station gate.
Jiang Tianyang withdrew his gaze, sighed softly, and walked towards the West District step by step. There was no rope tied to his body, and no one pointed a gun at him from behind. But he knew very well that he could not escape or escape!
Song Zijie stood at the door and winked at the waiters on both sides. The two waiters on duty understood and were ready to step forward and arrest the man. But unexpectedly, a sharp horn sounded in the middle of the road.
"Didi didi! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" A fishing car that lost control of its brakes suddenly hit Jiang Tianyang. After dragging Jiang Tianyang's body for more than 20 meters, it finally stopped in front of the intersection.
The guys were shocked by this scene and looked at each other back and forth, knowing that Jiang Tianyang was destined to die! The driver opened the door and stood on the road with his hands raised: "I surrender, I surrender! My brakes really just failed, I didn't even stop you!"
"Haha." Li Shaoze looked at the window and smiled expressionlessly, picked up the milk tea and took a sip, then turned and sat back at his desk.
Song Zijie asked the waiter to take the driver back and then called a group of military uniforms to clean up the scene. Collect Jiang Tianyang's broken body, confirm his identity, and then submit a report to Li Shaoze. As Sir Li signed gently, the case came to an end, and the uncles were released from the police station.
When Che Zaiwang and others walked out of the police station, they saw dozens of meters of blood stains on the ground, and their expressions changed slightly. But they never asked who arranged this matter. Because for Hongxing, it no longer matters who arranged it. What matters is that "Hongxing" is gone.
Sighing softly, they each got in the car and went home, ready to stop getting involved in world affairs.
As their car drove away from the West District, Mai Yinglun, who had just returned from a meeting at the General Administration, took a car provided by the Political Department back to the office building.
In the past, he always looked energetic when wearing a suit, but today he looked down and out. Holding a document in his hand, he walked into the office area, waved to everyone, and stood in the middle of the office area.
Originally, the investigators from the Political Department thought that the minister was going to summon the director for a meeting. But seeing this formation, they immediately understood that the minister had something to say to everyone.
So colleagues stood up one after another, stood beside the office desk, and turned their attention to Mai Yinglun.
Mai Yinglun looked around and saw the senior investigators who had worked in the Political Department for more than ten years, the rising star "Yang Jinrong" with extraordinary abilities, and the intern who had just joined the Political Department less than half a year ago, and finally sighed softly. , open a folder in your hand.
"The Political Department of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force was established in 1950 and is responsible for intelligence collection, file review and other tasks. It has a history of 40 years."
The atmosphere was solemn, and everyone seemed to understand something...
"Due to the subsequent establishment of the Criminal Intelligence Division, the Internal Investigation Division, and the Independent Commission Against Corruption. The current powers of the Political Department of the Police Force are unclear and can easily lead to law enforcement conflicts. With the approval of the Governor and the signature of the Commissioner of Police, the Internal Investigation Division was established on October 30, 1990. Disbanded.”
"That's today..."
"Now all investigators are transferred to the Independent Commission Against Corruption, the investigation director is transferred to the Criminal Intelligence Division, and the chief investigation officer is transferred to the police welfare team. All police officers please bring their IDs within three days and go to the Personnel Division of the General Administration to complete the procedures. The remaining administrative employees , informant, civilian, fired next month.”
After saying this, the colleagues present were relatively speechless, and the air was filled with sentimentality.
Mai Yinglun put away the documents, stood at attention and saluted them, and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you all."
"Thank you sir!"
Everyone stood at attention and saluted, and shouted loudly as if they had exhausted their last strength.
This group of people is the last group of investigators of the Political Department in history. From now on, the Hong Kong Political Department will only be recorded in the archives.
Mai Yinglun put down his right arm, opened the door of the office, sat on the chair for a long time and refused to leave. Yang Jinrong, other investigation directors, and ordinary investigators began to pack their things slowly.
For Mai Yinglun, who was transferred to the welfare team, his official career ended in his prime. For Yang Jinrong and other investigation directors, entering the Criminal Intelligence Division is actually a bit of a success. It is just an ordinary arrangement for ordinary investigators to enter the Independent Commission Against Corruption.
Anyway, this split-type dissolution plan has been expected by everyone...even if they enter the corresponding departments, those departments will split them up again.
Of course, it is impossible for them to go in for internal investigations. Raymond would not be so stupid as to raise a new political department just after disbanding the people in the political department!
About an hour later, a group of colleagues holding cardboard boxes walked out of the door of the Political Department. As Yang Jinrong finally closed the door, the building was empty.
It was just that when I went to the Personnel Section of the General Administration to hand over the files, the names of twelve people were missing from the file list...
