"It's not enough." Zhuang Shikai smiled at Lin Guoxiong and said, "This picture..."
"More than handsome, but not powerful enough!"
"It's not powerful enough..." Lin Guoxiong thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "This photo is indeed enough to set off a wave of public opinion. You can accuse the DCP of violating police regulations. Normally it would be enough to launch a complaint, but now the DCP is carrying the British flag, whether it is the Justice Even if the Governor of Hong Kong is on his side, it will definitely be difficult to influence the DCP."
There are normal ways of playing in peacetime, and there are wartime rules in wartime.
Now that the British and Chinese forces are at war, it can be regarded as "wartime", so some things that are usually influential are less interesting now.
What's more, the DCP personally leads the police to fight against drug dealers, and public opinion will be more tolerant of him. It's really not interesting to just rely on a photo, but this photo is also a bargaining chip, hold it slowly in your hand, and you can use it with other people in the future. Put the chips together, smash them down in one fell swoop, and kill the DCP in one fell swoop.
How much it is a stain, the public relations department still made a meritorious service! The deployment of men and horses was not in vain, and it was indeed very rewarding.
Zhuang Shikai nodded: "That's right."
"I will accept this photo."
"You continue to keep an eye on the DCP's actions." He covered the photo with a document, then opened the drawer and put the document into the cabinet.
"Yes, sir!" Lin Guoxiong raised his hand in salute and promised loudly.
Then he turned around and left with his back straight. Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Now it is wartime, Sir Zhuang is arranging his troops, and the chief officers of various departments are queuing up to receive him. One after another, the office of the Senior Assistant Director, both inside and outside, has a busy and serious look.
"Sir Zhuang!"
"Sir Zhuang!" Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong stood side by side, one on the left and one on the right, wearing suits and raising their hands to salute and greet the superior.
Zhuang Shikai stood and nodded towards them: "Have you had breakfast?"
"have eaten."
Sir Zhuang did not talk about business directly, but first greeted him to express his concern for his subordinates.
Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong answered at the same time.
"Um."
He nodded and then said to Guan Li: "The anti-drug team did a good job and successfully led Wang Anqi into a trap. Don't let me down next time..."
Guan Li's expression became serious, knowing that Sir Zhuang wanted to talk about business.
Sir Zhuang continued: "Now you lead the anti-drug team to transport the goods back to the police station from outside. Let's close the case first."
"Yes, sir!" Guan Li raised his hand in salute and replied solemnly.
Zhuang Shikai then supported the table with his hands and said to him: "In addition, the death of Viper Bing was a bit tragic. Although the drug dealer died unjustly, he was working for us after all, and he was an informant. We must show some humane care..."
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"You can deduct a two-year informant fee from the anti-drug team's account and send it to Viper Bing's sister."
"I remember that his sister's name is Madonna, and she still owes a sum of money to the 'Golizan' in Mong Kok. I asked her to cross out the debt, so that she wouldn't end up as a lady in the horse shop."
Mr. Zhuang remembers that "Madonna" was pretty good-looking, and it would be a pity to become a young lady in Malan. Isn’t it easy to just take some money, cross off your accounts, and then buy a set of clothes to catch a rich husband?
Otherwise, are you really going to be a young lady in the stable? She will definitely become popular, but no matter how beautiful a woman is, if she picks up dozens of men a day and gives them turns to play with, she will have success or failure in a year and a half.
"Understood." Guan Li nodded and had no objection to this.
The affairs of the anti-drug team have been explained.
Zhuang Shikai looked at Zeng Xiangrong again: "Sir Zeng, how is the investigation department?"
Zeng Xiangrong said with a serious expression: "Now the Investigation Section and the Intelligence Section are jointly handling the case. While we are secretly investigating Wang Anqi's account, we are sending an eavesdropping team from the Intelligence Section to monitor Wang Anqi."
"There are two situations to talk about. First, we were blocked by ICAC when investigating the account. Some permissions cannot be bypassed by ICAC, but were rejected by IACA."
"Two, Wang Anqi went to meet with some big British bosses last night. They talked about ten o'clock in the evening. This is the tape."
Zeng Xiangrong handed a paper bag to the table with both hands.
"ICAC, the big British boss, haha." Sir Zhuang twisted his neck impatiently, moved his joints, and chuckled twice: "Continue to investigate! We want evidence to bring down Wang Anqi before the 18th."
"Yes! Sir!" Zeng Xiangrong stood at attention and saluted, with a serious expression on his face, and he could only work hard.
As for the date on the 18th? In fact, it was not ordered by Wang Anqi, but by Sir Zhuang for Wang Anqi, and by Sir Zhuang for himself!
There's still a week to go.
This week is not so much the time for the "Thunder Anti-Drug" operation, but rather the timeline for the two sides to fight and determine the winner.
At that time, Sir Zhuang used public opinion to blow the news and announced the date of the 18th, which was the time for the British and Football forces to cause trouble and see how much trouble the British forces could cause.
The more things the other party does, the more likely they are to catch evidence to defeat Wang Anqi.
This idea is a bit like a "hundred-regiment battle". If you want to fight, fight the big ones, don't fight the small ones.
Sir Zhuang also left some time for himself to avoid being caught off guard by any emergencies.
Of course, although Operation 18 is over, the drugs can be shipped back and the case closed in advance! First, let's take the credit, consolidate our advantages, and master the basics, and then play slowly with Sir Wang.
Anyway, as long as Luo Maosen's batch of drugs is in the hands of Sir Zhuang, and Operation Thunder is closed by Sir Zhuang first, it will be impossible for the ghost guys to obtain more than 1,000 kilograms of drugs, and Wang Anqi's anti-drug operation will inevitably fail.
Become a laughing stock.
Zhuang Sir will win on his behalf.
That batch of drugs was previously hidden in a warehouse outside. Now it is transported back to the police station and then some small drug dealers are caught to make up the sum. It is perfect.
Of course, relying on small drug dealers to collect a thousand kilograms is definitely not possible.
Unless Wang Anqi goes to touch the Ni family!
But he doesn’t have the ability!
Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with small drug dealers hiding their heads and tails, but Ni Yongxiao is more clever...
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"Madonna, right?" At noon, Guan Li, wearing uniform, drove to the door of a private house in the suburbs.
"Da da da." He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A beautiful-looking woman in a floral blouse opened the wooden door with two fair arms, looked outside and asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Madonna doesn't sell drugs, but she's not afraid of police officers.
Of course, she knew it well and would not look down upon the police officer who came to her door. Her pretty face was filled with vigilance.
Guan Li did not make things difficult for her. Instead, he took out a thick envelope, stuffed it into her arms and said, "Viper Bing's informant fee."
"Informant fee? When did Brother Bing become an informant for you?" Madonna held the envelope in her hand and felt the thickness of the banknotes. Her expression suddenly changed: "Are you lying to me?"
"I'm from the anti-drug team." Guan Li looked at him deeply, turned his head and left, stepping into the car.
"I'll help you cross out Gao Lizan's account." Guan Li sat in the car, lowered the window, and shouted at her.
Madonna was already holding the envelope, with tears streaming down her face.
Every fool knows that the police cannot be kind to drug dealers unless the drug dealers...
"Zizzi." Sir Zhuang was sitting in the office and inserted a tape into the player: "What's going on! Why is there no goods in the truck!"
The scene from last night was replayed in the player.
Wang Anqi was wearing a suit, standing in the living room, pointing at a big boss and roaring loudly.
The president of HSBC wiped the saliva from his face with his hands and didn't seem to mind. He just said with a solemn expression: "There must be something wrong with it!"
"As for where the problem lies? We will definitely send someone to investigate and give you an explanation."
President Jiadao stood up and handed a cigar to Wang Anqi. The cigar had been cut and lit. Wang Anqi reached out to take it and put it into his mouth, taking a deep breath: "Huh..."
The sound he exhaled was very thick, clearly filled with resentment. The CEO of Swire said: "Don't worry, Sir Wang, no matter who takes away a thousand kilograms of goods, we will have to spit out this batch of goods!"
"I have just mobilized a group of fierce men to help you!" President Swire showed an arrogant expression on his face, raised his nail polished palm, slapped it twice, and said loudly: "Brother Pa! "
"Brother Pa", wearing a suit with a rough expression and a beard on his face, walked out of the driver's room: "My brother and I just collect money to do things."
"Whether it's a big boss or a police executive."
Brother Pa was holding a chicken leg in his hand and chewing it.
One by one, his brothers walked out of the room, stood behind him, and stared at the deputy director.
"Chinese?" Wang Anqi was a little surprised.
The Swire CEO smiled and said: "Correction, he is not only Chinese, he is also a fierce man!"
"Angela" as a female CEO said this, it really aroused people's imagination, but Wang Anqi still nodded and said: "Okay!"
He has no ability to use the Political Department to do "private work", and he has no ability to do "private work" and hide it from the investigation department.
Although the police force in his hands is enough, if there is any place where black hands need to be used, "Brother Pa" is obviously more useful.
Of course, the group of "Brother Pa" was not under the command of Wang Anqi, nor did he want to command them. He just left a look and glanced deeply at the big British bosses: "I'm waiting for news from you."
He wanted to leave this matter entirely to the big British bosses, and he could just bring the police officers to collect the goods.
"Zizzi." The sound of electricity sounded, and the video tape was only filled with noise. The next messages were intermittent and worthless.
"This Brother Pa is a breakthrough." Zhuang Shikai turned off the player and thought to himself: "What if Brother Pa accuses Wang Anqi of cooperating in drug trafficking?"
"It's a bit difficult, but I have to find a way to get Brother Pa to agree." He thought to himself.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" At this time, Guan Li drove a car, accompanied by two armed vehicles, four official vehicles, and a truck, driving on the Sheung Wan Expressway.
Security Department.
Hong Kong Island Security Office.
Holding a cup of coffee, Lu Minghua opened the glass door briskly and said, "Have you set the channel?"
"It's adjusted."
"The lane monitoring in Sheung Wan is cut in. A total of thirteen images are being played on the screen." A female secretary stood up and said while holding the remote control.
Lu Minghua took the remote control, crossed his legs, sat down on the sofa, held the coffee and said with a smile: "Very good! How can I not be part of such a good show?"
"sorry to bother you."
The female secretary bowed slightly, stepped on high heels, and exited the office.
