"Sir, the phone line has been cut off." In the East District, next to a single-family house.
At the intersection, five plain-clothed police cars stopped.
"Sir Chen."
"The matter is left to you."
The CCB chief was wearing a suit, sitting on a chair with his hands clasped, and preaching with a solemn expression.
In the command car.
"Click" Chen Jiaju, wearing a body armor over a white shirt, neatly inserted the magazine into the gun handle, pulled the gun chamber with one hand, raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Sir Xiao, leave the rest to me!"
"Half-dead ghost guy? I've seen too much! I will definitely satisfy Sir Zhuang!" After all, Jiaju is also an old police officer who participated in the "Police Integrity Conflict". Even though he was just a small police chief at that time, he is now a trap. A superintendent in white uniform.
But against the ghost guy? He has a lot of experience!
You can still be fair when dealing with criminals, but there is nothing to be said for dealing with conspirators.
This operation was investigated by the Commercial Crime Bureau, but the relevant arrest operations were left to the Criminal Division of the General Administration.
The first is a criminal case involving a Norman ghost man involved in land demolition and murder.
Second, the ghost guy may have a certain amount of force. Although the Commercial Crime Division prefers administrative investigations, his combat effectiveness is average. Although he has a gun, he is afraid that he will not meet the standards of a superior officer.
"Oh!" Chen Jiaju turned around and opened the door of the command car, stepped out of the car, held his head high and shouted: "Do something!"
Suddenly, twelve elite police officers from the Criminal Department, wearing combat uniforms and armed with guns in both hands, opened the door and got out of the car.
He responded with a high-spirited roar: "Yes, sir!"
Chen Jiaju raised his hand and made a gesture.
Immediately, the twelve people divided into two groups and crouched on the ground. They quickly approached the bungalow in the darkness. They sneaked into the bungalow without anyone noticing and surrounded them from left to right.
CCB personnel stayed behind the convoy as backup support. The traffic team has already blocked nearby roads.
Peninsula Hotel.
Ballroom.
"Shangguansheng, do you know what happened? Why did Zhuangsheng suddenly change the meeting time?"
It's around six o'clock in the evening.
One by one, Chinese political officials who were "ordered" to attend the banquet gathered at the Peninsula Hotel.
The entire banquet hall, corridor, and sofas outside the door.
One man was wearing a suit, watch and tie.
Holding a cigar or cigarette.
Officials, older and younger, were divided into dozens of cliques.
They chatted in low voices one by one, with nervous expressions on their faces, exchanging information with each other.
"I don't know! Haven't you received the wind either?" Shangguan Sheng replied with a solemn expression and a deep tone.
"No, no..." People from the Urban Construction Department shook their heads.
"Then ask the people at the Financial Secretary. They should be better informed." Shangguan Sheng waved his hand and led the people from the Urban Construction Department to the crowd of Financial Secretary.
The chief officer headed by the Financial Secretary glanced at him, raised his eyes, and said very arrogantly: "Zhuangsheng asked us to come! We will come! Everyone just stay here, why do you think so much?"
The Financial Secretary has always been the leading bad guy in Hong Kong's political circles!
Shangguan Sheng smiled twice and responded softly: "Yes, yes, Secretary Zheng is right."
In the hotel, hundreds of Chinese officials from political circles gathered in groups divided into departments.
Although there are only five or six key figures in each department who are qualified to attend tonight's banquet, when all departments are combined, the entire Chinese political circle is extremely large.
Moreover, each circle has a complex relationship with each other, either in good terms or in conflict.
Therefore, a strong figure is needed to act as the leader of the Chinese political circles and be responsible for coordinating the return of the Chinese political circles. Otherwise, it is easy to create divisions and give people the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
Mr. Zhong before, Mr. Zhuang now.
Animals are inherently selfish, and humans are also animals, regardless of race or culture.
"Da da da." At this moment, at the elevator entrance in the corridor, a group of strutting and majestic people walked out.
Zhuang Shikai wore gelled hair, oiled hair, a red tie, and a tailor-made suit. He brought Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan, Guan Li and other representatives of the Chinese police force to the scene...
"Sir Zhuang!"
"Sir Zhuang!"
"Sir Zhuang..."
Along the way, Chinese political officials along the way got up from the sofa one after another, lowered their cigarette butts and stood up, and all greeted Mr. Zhuang who made his official appearance.
Zhuang Shikai has a gentle face and a tall figure, and his portrait of Xizhuang fits him very well.
He nodded to everyone.
Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and others had serious expressions, majestic postures, and bulging waists, obviously stuffed with something.
Each of these Chinese officials had sharp eyes and a deep understanding of the city.
When they saw Cai Yuanqi and others crowding around, they knew there was something wrong with tonight's emergency notification! Something really happened! Maybe...it's just a Hongmen Banquet!
Some people walk upright, stand upright, and have no fear in their eyes except suspicion.
Some people had cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.
Sir Zhuang walked through the crowded corridor and stood outside the door of the banquet hall. He opened his arms and laughed loudly: "Colleagues, I'm inviting you to dinner. Why are you just standing outside the door? Don't you dislike my food?" Is it delicious?"
"Come in!" He raised his hand and invited the police force into the banquet hall. Immediately, the hundreds of remaining Chinese officials trembled in their hearts and immediately stepped forward to follow Sir Zhuang into the banquet.
In the banquet hall, the Peninsula Hotel's service staff have already set up red wine, champagne, tea seats, sofas, microphones, stages, buffets, etc...
In order for the hotel not to be acquired. It can be said that they have worked hard.
"Go! Go! Pack your things quickly and leave!" East District, bungalow.
Norman stood in the study on the third floor, opened the safe, and looked down into the safe.
I saw that the safe was filled with Hong Kong dollars and British pounds in cash.
Stack after stack.
Fully half a safe.
Pile into a hill.
On the top of the hill, there are several thick equity books, pressed with more than a dozen gold bars, and some jewelry scattered.
These fortunes are just the tip of the iceberg of his assets. After all, as a "blue-top businessman" who has a good relationship with the Hong Kong Governor, he can make money by searching for profits on Hong Kong Island, which is as simple as eating and drinking.
These banknotes and property placed in the safe are only used to facilitate the bribery of Chinese officials' pocket money so that they do not have to go to the bank to withdraw it every day.
"Bang!" Norman had just raised his hand to take out a few stacks of banknotes when several gunshots were heard outside the door: "Bang! Bang!"
"It's a police gun!" Norman knew as soon as he heard the gunfire that several bodyguards he hired rushed to the street. They are not the enemy of the police at all!
What Commissioner Henry called and told him was true!
Master Zhuang has already set his sights on him!
And once someone is targeted by Mr. Zhuang...will the police team lack evidence? I'm afraid, there is all the evidence!
It would be fine if it was a simple commercial crime. He knew very well that his business was stained with blood, and it was not an ordinary commercial violation. If it fell into the hands of the police, he would be dead.
The police force has evidence in hand and the Hong Kong Governor cannot save him even if he wants to. What's more, when the matter develops to the point where Mr. Zhuang intervenes, it doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not. He has already begun to pay attention to power!
So Norman immediately decided to run! Before I ran, I wanted to call and inform the group of Chinese officials who might also be developed. Unfortunately, the phone lines have been cut.
Now, as soon as Norman heard the shots ring out, he knew the police were at the door. He just took out three or four stacks of Hong Kong dollars and then he hurriedly ignored it. He stopped taking out the money, put on his backpack, then turned around and picked up the hand on the table, rushed to the study window and pushed open the third floor window!
"Bang!" Chen Jiaju led his men to break down the door!
"Don't move! Don't move!" Six police officers rushed in immediately, standing with guns aimed at the target.
At this time, Norman's suit was in a mess and his tie was thrown behind his shoulders.
He took two steps toward the window, stepped back, and took another step.
Back away.
Kick again.
Finally, he looked at the lawn downstairs in horror, turned around, threw away the pistol, raised his hands and shouted: "Sir! I surrender!"
"Fuck! You ghost guy is really a coward."
"Did I ask you to throw away your gun?" Chen Jiaju raised his gun and cursed.
He was really in trouble for a while.
How much courage can this kind of ghost businessman, who relies on money to open roads, win over spies, and bribe Chinese officials, have? I don’t even dare to jump from the third floor! But Chen Jiaju is a fierce man who dares to jump back and forth on dozens of levels! Naturally, I look down on such a bad guy!
A waiter next to him blinked and said with a smile: "Sir Chen, I have an idea."
"Half-dead." Chen Jiaju glanced at him: "Come here!"
"OK!" The man put the gun back into his waist, stepped forward with a grin, grabbed Norman's collar and said, "If you don't dare to jump, I'll help you jump!"
"Go down!" The man looked out the window.
"Ah!!!" Norman screamed and fell to the ground with a bang!
What does half-death mean? That's the kind where you can save your breath when it's useful, and die when it's done!
The CCB chief looked at Norman who was tied to a wheelchair in front of him, covered in blood and with multiple broken bones, and nodded: "Sir Chen, you did a great job!"
"This is the effect we want!" Norman lowered his head and tilted his mouth, somewhat conscious, like a living person.
But based on the severity of his injuries, hehe, it would be enough to survive for a few hours.
"This guy is going to jump off the building by himself. There's nothing I can do about it!" Chen Jiaju shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, showing very helpless.
"Hahaha, thank you for your hard work, Sir Chen. I will deliver the goods to Sir Zhuang right now." The CCB officer patted Sir Chen on the shoulder and immediately waved: "Delivery!"
"Yes, sir!"
The guys from the Commercial Crime Division responded in unison, and then they were about to go to work...
Peninsula Hotel.
"Sir Zhuang, the goods have been brought." Cai Yuanqi answered the phone, lowered his head and said to Sir Zhuang: "The troops and horses have also been arranged."
"OK." At this time, Sir Zhuang had just picked up a bottle of champagne at the bar, nodded, put down the glass simply, and stepped onto the high platform.
Several hundred people in the banquet held wine glasses and stood quietly, looking at the figures on the high platform.
"Everyone, everyone knows that I joined the preparatory committee for the return and became a member of the preparatory committee, right?" Zhuang Shikai was confident and smiling, and opened his arms as if it was normal: "I have been a member of the preparatory committee for a few months. , due to busy work schedule, I can’t spare time to see them for a while..."
"There is no other reason for organizing this banquet today. I just want to meet our friends in the Chinese political arena. Everyone, please recognize me. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me, Zhuang Shikai!"
"Haha, we Chinese political circles still have many capable friends! Some of them have done business in Europe? Where is Europe? It is the cradle of world capital! Wu Sheng, how did you do business there? "
