Kowloon.
suburbs.
Ten police cars stopped on the roadside, and dozens of police officers quickly moved toward a bungalow at the foot of the mountain.
The square is backed by a mountain wall, and the eaves are covered with moss. At first glance, it looks like an old house that has been in disrepair and has been unoccupied for a long time.
This type of old house is often rented by associations and used as temporary warehouses, meeting places, etc. After the old houses are demolished, these scenes will become rooftops, warehouses, and freezers.
Nothing can escape the laws of economics.
Renting a dilapidated square meter is much cheaper than renting a warehouse or building.
"Si Suo, Xi Suo." At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps beside the woods. Zhuang Shikai held a gun in both hands and took the lead, ready to shoot at any time.
In the war against criminals, gun shooting is the first choice, and close combat is the alternative in times of crisis.
No one would be so stupid as to keep a gun in a gun bag forever and use force to make friends with an unskilled person.
You know, no one in the world is good at martial arts. Who wins and who loses is the key.
Your martial arts prowess is only your own business. Your superiors, opponents, and subordinates all only care about the results.
Wang Jianjun seems to like to kill people in close quarters, but that is just the style of chopping melons and vegetables. When he really meets his opponent, he still puts firearms first.
The path in front of the bungalow was empty. The police officers were divided into two teams, all hidden in the woods beside the road. They endured the cutting of leaves and weeds while cautiously approaching.
Fortunately, the police officers were fully equipped with combat boots and body armor, so they were not scratched or stabbed.
"Beep."
When Zhuang Shikai was twenty meters close to the target, he activated his super power: inspiration detection.
A signal wave centered on his mind, spread to all directions, and then swept across the bungalow in a targeted manner.
The thermal structure inside the bungalow immediately appeared in his mind.
"attack."
Zhuang Shikai suddenly lowered his gun two inches and made a gesture to the side.
He learned from the inspiration map presented in his mind that there was no one in the bungalow, so his previous decision to charge forward suddenly became unnecessary.
Therefore, he lowered his gun and left the organization of the attack to his subordinates.
This is equivalent to buying a blind box while shopping. He has already peeked at the contents inside, so there is no need to look at it again. Then he handed it to the girl who was shopping with him and let her unbox it and look at it.
Anyway, everything has been bought.
You can't help but show it to her, right?
"Go!" Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong saw the commander's gesture and immediately quickened their pace, leading their troops to rush around the square.
I saw police officers surrounding the square and squatting by the windows and doors with guns drawn.
"Pfft!" Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong bumped into the door with their shoulders, taking the lead and launching the attack.
The two men stepped forward at the same time, opened the door in tacit agreement, rolled into the room one on the left and the other on the right, and then knelt on one knee on the ground, pointing guns into the room with both hands.
"Crack!" Then the police officers beside the window and door quickly stood up and pointed dozens of guns into the room, but the room was empty and there was no one around.
"Report sir! There is no one!" Yuan Haoyun put away his gun and shouted with a somewhat depressed expression.
Zhuang Shikai walked into the room wearing a suit with a calm expression: "Search."
He didn't feel much regret or anger about his failure in his first attempt.
First, he recognized that special forces should have this level of anti-reconnaissance capability.
Second, the inspiration detection has already produced results.
The third is the indomitable energy in his heart, which makes him not unable to accept failure.
What's more, as long as the action is still in progress, it cannot be defined by failure.
"Yes, sir." Yuan Haoyun and others put away their guns and led a group of police officers to begin investigating the scene. Li Cangdong led another group of police officers to be responsible for perimeter guarding and investigation.
Soon, the investigation results inside and outside the room were available.
There were indeed signs of human activity in the room, and it could be determined that it was an event that day.
For example, cigarette butts that have not yet turned black, instant noodles that have not yet fermented in the soup, and tidied sofas.
There are also some footprints and signs of movement outside the room.
However, from a cigarette butt on the ground, we can probably tell that the target person moved one or two hours ago.
This was probably a place where he rested temporarily, and then after arranging a more secluded home, he moved in advance to avoid being hunted by the police.
"Close the team." Zhuang Shikai finally threw a new cigarette butt into the instant noodles, leaving a warning mark, and then turned around and left.
Since it is transferred in advance, there is no problem of moles or chasing and escaping.
Zhuang Shikai was neither happy nor angry, and calmly collected his troops.
He knew that dealing with Wang Jianjun alone was one way of handling the case, and when Wang Jianjun and Wang Bao were tied together, another way of handling the case was adopted.
Lone Rangers who are unfamiliar with the place are easy to deal with. Let the brothers search for them with all their strength. They can be found in three, five, six or seven days. Just scrape it out and dry it!
But when a lone ranger is combined with a local boss, it's not that easy.
It is difficult to scrape it out by scraping.
There is no other option.
Fortunately, he had an undercover agent beside Wang Bao, and Wang Jianjun would jump in front of Zhuang Shikai sooner or later.
It doesn't last more than three or five days.
It only takes a day or two.
Zhuang Shikai still has some patience...
…
After the police closed the team that day, Zhuang Shikai drove back home. In addition to the police officer on duty, the rest of O's brothers also took a break from work.
At the manor villa, after Zhuang Shikai finished his dinner, he stood on the rooftop and smoked, as if he wanted to see something from the night sky.
But he saw nothing.
But Ami could see that he was in a bad mood.
So when sleeping at night, A Mei took the initiative to put her legs on Sir Zhuang's waist, propped up her little face, and blinked at A Kai with pleading eyes.
Zhuang Shikai felt a little depressed because of the death of his man, and had no intention of doing anything. He put his arms around Ami's neck, then closed his eyes and went to sleep, letting a certain little spider that had just built a nest underground escape from danger.
the next day.
The day is spent on official duties.
night.
Eleven o'clock.
Finished the day's work.
Started to do things in the evening.
At the entrance of a restaurant in the West District that specializes in weddings, a small stall covered with white cloth was set up. Several police officers from the West District took early leave to help, and were sitting at their seats to register their names.
I saw people coming and going at the door of the restaurant, but there was no noise. Even the occasional conversations were in low voices, as if they were afraid of disturbing the peace of the deceased.
A police officer wearing a suit and jacket registered his name, left his money and walked into the restaurant with his head down.
Today is the funeral of Sir Zhou and the two police officers. They were killed in gang murders and were diligent and brave heroes. If Sir Zhuang pays, it will be more honorable, so that his family can have the wallet to go to the restaurant.
In fact, anyone who knows Sir Zhuang knows that Sir Zhuang is very loyal. The police officers who died in action together with him were all killed by him. The same was true for several prison guards and police officers who were killed by Wang Jianguo during the operation last time.
Mr. Zhuang will also take care of his subordinates who died in the line of duty. Sometimes even if a police officer in the mainland department dies or dies in an accident, Mr. Zhuang will send a big red envelope to express his feelings.
At this time, a Mercedes-Benz official car arrived at the door of the restaurant. Police officers such as Li Shutang, Huang Weiyao, and Zhou Huabiao had been guarding the door. When they saw the license plate of the official car, they immediately stood up and came forward to greet it.
"Sir Zhuang, Sir Zhuang..." After Zhuang Shikai got out of the car, a group of police officers immediately gathered around and said hello.
"Yes." Zhuang Shikai nodded. Instead of talking to the police officers, he walked to the tent first, took out three thick red envelopes from the inner pocket of his suit, and placed them on the table.
For three police officers' innocent affairs, the person who comes will of course have to give three pieces of silk money.
Some people will have one child and one child, and give the larger one to Sir Zhou.
Zhuang Sir, three people are of the same age, each of them is worth 10,000 yuan.
The Western District police officers in charge of collecting the money looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "Sir Zhuang, my family can no longer collect money from you."
"This is the rule." Zhuang Shikai left the money, looked at them, and walked into the restaurant with a group of police officers.
I saw wreaths sent from various jurisdictions, relatives and friends piled on both sides of the aisle of the restaurant. Above the entrance of the auditorium, there is an elegiac couplet that reads "The majesty lasts forever, the loyal soul never fades", with black characters on white cloth, which is particularly solemn.
In accordance with the custom of holding funerals in Hong Kong, the family only issued obituary notices without invitations. Those who are interested will come when they see the obituary. Those who are not present will be free from difficulties and should not worry about it again.
There were many people present today, and many police officers on duty would have sent a bouquet of flowers or a letter of money even if they had not arrived. It can be seen that no one will forget these police officers who worked silently and sacrificed heroically.
"My condolences." Zhuang Shikai walked into the auditorium with a serious expression, bowed to the three police officers on the incense case according to the procedure, and then walked to the three family members.
"Thank you very much...Sir Zhuang..."
"Without you we can't even do anything in vain..."
Sir Zhou's widow was wearing a hemp suit and a white scarf on her head, and she had two children, a boy and a girl, in her arms.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhou's face was filled with tears, and the two children were crying until they were numb.
Zhuang Shikai knew that they were not telling lies. Although Sir Zhou's salary was not low, he had two children to raise and could hardly save money.
This kind of family man can live a good life while he is alive. Once the man falls, the whole family collapses. The days ahead will not be easy. Fortunately, the Police Welfare Team provides subsidies and benefits for every police officer who sacrifices his life.
Calculated according to the immediate family members, children’s age, number, etc... Although it is not much, if the brothers help out, the days will pass.
The parents and fiancées of the other two police officers also looked the same.
Zhuang Shikai couldn't bear to see these scenes, so he remained polite and refused for a while, then bowed his head and walked out of the auditorium.
At this time, Yuan Haoyun walked up to Zhuang Shikai with an indignant face and whispered to him: "Sir Zhuang."
"Zhongyixin sent someone to deliver a wreath."
"Ignore your mother!" Zhuang Shikai frowned and cursed lightly: "Is Wang Bao here?"
"No, it's his top horse, the Iron Fist Army." Yuan Haoyun covered his mouth with his hands and said softly: "Today, Wang Bao's youngest son is having a 100-day banquet. He is holding a banquet at the Xingyi Hotel in Yau Ma Tei for a wedding. There are a group of police officers from the Western District here. Stare at the door of the restaurant."
From the name of the hotel, you can tell that it is a property of Zhongyixin.
"Da da da." Zhuang Shikai sneered and walked straight ahead.
Yuan Haoyun and Li Cangdong immediately followed behind.
"Pfft!" Zhuang Shikai strode up to Ma Jun who was carrying the wreath. Without saying a word, before Ma Jun could react, he punched Ma Jun in the jaw.
"Poof!" Ma Jun's vision suddenly went dark, he raised his head and fell to the ground.
At this moment, his brain was congested and he was simply confused, not knowing what was going on. A group of police officers rushed forward without any explanation and pressed him into a corner without any hesitation.
At this time, Zhuang Shikai walked past Ma Jun without stopping, straightened the cuffs of his suit and said loudly: "Bring him back to the police station."
"Bring a group of people and follow me! Let's go to Wang Bao's son's 100-day banquet!"
"Damn it! I'm doing white things here, and he's doing happy things over there."
"Fuck! I want to see if he had sex when he gave birth to his son!"
