Hong Kong Island Old Events

The next day, in the evening.

He Dingxian woke up from a long sleep in bed, tidied up for a while, left the house, and took a bus to Elizabeth Hospital.

After drinking tea all night, my back ached and I just missed work for a day without even asking my boss. I paid a lot of fees every month. It was the biggest job of the serious case team leader. As for whether I could work or not, I really didn't care. Ge Bai was lying in the hospital bed, holding a newspaper in his hand. When he saw his good brother coming again, his expression was quite surprised: "Sir He, why are you here again?"

His eyes briefly scanned He Dingxian's body, and when he saw that his hands were empty, he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

He Dingxian calmly moved a chair and sat down, and said aloud: "My good friend is in hospital, so I want to come and see him more often. Sir Ge, are you feeling better?"

Ge Bai sighed deeply and picked up the newspaper in an extremely realistic manner without moving his eyes: "It will take half a month before I can get out of bed. If you are interested, remember to come and celebrate my discharge."

"Haha, I may not be free on the day I am discharged from the hospital. I brought a gift specially today." After He Dingxian said that, he put his hand into his pocket. Ge Bai suddenly glowed, put down the newspaper, turned around and smiled: "Haha, Sir He is so polite! "

He Dingxian put the bloody passport on the quilt and said solemnly: "How do you like it?"

When Ge Bai saw that the specialty of Hong Kong was not his favorite, his smile changed a lot. He opened his passport to take a closer look, but was shocked: "Sir!"

A little blood on the passport is not a big deal, but the name and nationality in the passport are a big deal.

Ge Bai closed his passport in a horrified tone, hid under the quilt, stared at the person beside the bed, and lowered his voice: "You dare to kill Karl, do you know what the consequences will be! That's the nephew of the deputy director of customs!"

He Dingxian took out a cigarette, stuffed it into Ge Bai's mouth, and laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of? Sir Ge, if you dare, I will kill Karl! But what will happen?" He said in a very arrogant voice: "Karl is about to close. In Stanley Detention Center, I will appear in court in three days, who can prove that it was Karl who I killed?"

"Matthew, or the Stanley Warden, or the judge?" He Dingxian's tone was full of sarcasm, and there was a hint of threat in his smile. He rubbed the match on the box, brought it to the officer's mouth to light a cigarette, and smiled at the same time: "You're still a fool. Ah? Sir Ge!"

Ge Bai held the cigarette in his mouth with a stiff expression, his lips trembling slightly. He knew in his heart that He Dingxian was responsible for the illegal operation of the police force. It was expected that the killing of Carl would not be exposed, and Matthew could not use explicit means to exert pressure.

Because once the matter is exposed, it will affect the four major departments: Customs, Correctional Services Department, Police Force, and Department of Justice!

No matter how high-ranking a deputy director of customs is, he would not dare to be buried with a relative involving senior officials from the four major departments.

What's more, He Dingxian also owns a well-known newspaper. Just the weapon of public opinion can make the deputy director of the customs take action. As for secret revenge? Can Matthew still reach into the police force? Destined to suffer only a dumb loss!

On the rivers and lakes, Gui Lao has no power at all. On the contrary, he still needs to control the power of the rivers and lakes through the Chinese. At the same time, this incident is also a deterrent to the Customs Department. In the future, the Customs Department will not dare to inspect the goods related to the police force, and it will even affect the entire " "Xinde Aviation" was fearful, but Ge Bai took a breath and asked in a trembling voice, his good mood about seizing private crimes was gone in an instant: "Sir, why?"

"Why do you want to kill Carl? You know, even if Matthew doesn't tell anything, what he has done will eventually be remembered." He stared directly at He Dingxian and said: "You have the blood of a British officer on your hands. , can’t be washed off.”

"I just killed a criminal who was afraid of the crime and absconded. What kind of British officer am I? Why do I need to wash my hands?" He Dingxian shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression. He lowered his head and finished lighting the cigarette. He raised his eyes and said decisively: "For me, killing is a hero." Ghosts don't distinguish between high and low, they are all just corpses when they die, sir Ge, don't forget, you asked me to kill the first British man, and you rushed to wash your hands if you wanted to."

"And I am just following your request to help you get revenge." He Dingxian pointed to Ge Bai's bandaged leg and said sternly: "He shot you, and I shot him. What happened?"

"That's fair!"

Even though Ge Bai understood that He Dingxian had shot him more than once, he still had nothing to say, because he did ask He Dingxian to avenge him, but the expected revenge was just to break a leg and collect some money for the medicine.

Originally, with He Dingxian's political sense, he shouldn't have misunderstood what he meant, but Ge Bai held the passport in his hand and stared at He Dingxian. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He Dingxian had done it on purpose!

Intentionally killing Carl!

Put Carl's death over his head.

"You killed Karl on purpose because you wanted me to help you, right?" Ge Bai finally revealed his talent as a future chief superintendent, gritting his teeth and said: "It's not enough to find cotton once, you have to find cotton thousands and tens of thousands of times!"

He Dingxian understood what Ge Bai was feeling in his heart, but he did not avoid it. He looked into Ge Bai's eyes and said with a smile: "Sir Ge Bai, I didn't say that, but if you are willing, I would like to thank you on behalf of the people."

Ge Bai looked at him with eyes full of hatred: "Customs and the police know that I went to Tsuen Wan to arrest smuggling, and they will even think that I asked you to kill Carl. Damn it, I finally accumulated the political capital!"

He Dingxian said: "It's all politics over there, and cooperation with the Chinese is also a kind of political capital. Sir Ge, relax, the British guys are busy making money. In this land, only the Chinese will give you money." .”

"We cooperate so well, don't have any worries, Sir Ge!"

When ghosts kill ghosts, the impact is actually greater than when Chinese people kill ghosts.

Of course, it is understandable that Ge Bai wants to kill Karl in front of the ghost guy. People who play politics do not pay attention to showing mercy to their enemies. Ge Bai's political capital in the police force will never make news out of thin air. But the problem is that He Dingxian has connections with the north. Things cannot be exposed.

Otherwise, if the whole thing is connected together, Ge Bai is killing the ghost guy for northern supplies, not for personal revenge! Then there will be a huge shift in political meaning, and all political capital will evaporate. Of course, He Dingxian's connection with the north is not a matter of a small batch of cotton. The owner of that batch of cotton was Huo Guantai, and the goods were delivered personally by the customs. The goods were still "stored" in the warehouse's inventory.

This relationship is a long-term cooperation in the future. The two parties have not stated it clearly, but since they are willing to help once, there may be a second time. There are a lot of troubles in Hong Kong Island.

He Dingxian kept some thoughts in mind, so he took the opportunity to give Ge Bai a handle, so that Ge Bai could contribute to the return of Hong Kong Island in the future. If he could succeed, he would be able to lead Ge Bai on the right path, and the future would be bright!

Of course, this chain of interests is very deep and can exist for at least more than ten years. How much can a hidden line hidden under the high-level power structure of the police force for more than ten years do?

It’s scary to think about it!

However, Ge Bai unknowingly became a tool man without any initiative in this line. Who wants to be and who is not afraid? Just let it be used by others, maybe one day it will be thrown out to carry thunder. If the thunder explodes, it will be very serious. It is impossible to escape, and it is impossible to get a reduced sentence. It is easy to die.

However, this line was not laid for a while. It was laid when Ge Bai collected money for the first time. How can there be a free lunch in the world? Even ghost guys have to pay for meals! It's just a matter of money and faith.

However, with the slight deviation of He Dingxian's own political stance, everyone in the chain of interests of the police force has also shifted. From being corrupt and making money together, to being corrupt and making money and being patriotic.

No conflict at all!

What would Ge Bai think of today when he accepted the money? Hong Kong dollars had already filled his head, leaving him with no extra IQ to think about faith and loyalty. Under He Dingxian's coercion and inducement, he didn't even have the possibility to blow himself up to Gui Lao's senior management, because he was reluctant to lose everything: "More money, More money, more money, you’re crazy!”

Ge Bai hissed and shouted: "I treat you as a real brother, what do you think of me?"

"I have to pay more, otherwise my conscience will be uneasy."

He Dingxian looked at the crazy Chief Gui Lao, knowing that his conscience had been eaten by him, and immediately smiled: "I will definitely increase the money. If there is anything to do in the future, I will definitely give you the highest price, and I will guarantee that you will retire, or even don't have to retire." They can all go to Los Angeles or Singapore to retire.”

"Luxury houses, luxury cars, beauties, shares, everything. How about it?"

After Ge Bai received the promise, he took a long breath and his eyes became much softer: "That way we can still be good brothers."

He Dingxian covered him with the quilt, took away the certificate, and said in a broad voice: "Have a good rest, see you in Taiguan."

The setting sun slants down, full of dusk.

He Dingxian walked out of the ward door with the sun on his back. The corner where Ge Bai was was blocked by curtains and fell into deep darkness.

"Instead of being dumped by the ghost guy after using it, why not stay together with me? At least, I am more willing to give money than the ghost guy. Besides, as long as you don't do anything wrong, how can I throw you out?" He Dingxian left the hospital. At that time, I thought of Ge Bai's experiences in history and smiled softly. I really didn't think he had anything to lose. After all, if nothing went wrong, maybe Ge Bai could still be a director of the department a few years before his return. Woolen cloth.

Excellent police officer and corrupt criminal, two historical evaluation fools know which one to choose. Ge Bai is more or less a smart man, he just needs to help the smart people choose.

Half a month later.

Grand hall, auditorium.

Ge Bai, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was wearing a uniform, with a police rank on his shoulders and a seniority badge on his chest. He stepped onto the medal awarding stage. Deputy Commissioner of Police Management, Mai Jingtao, personally came to the stage to award him the Gold Medal of Valor. In recognition of his heroic actions in the anti-smuggling operation.

He Dingxian was sitting in the audience, wearing a uniform with a bronze medal on his chest. When he saw Ge Bai being awarded a gold medal for one meritorious service, he was not jealous at all and led a group of Chinese detectives to applaud vigorously.

"Crash."

I am more excited than anyone else.

After Ge Bai saluted and thanked the deputy director, he turned around and saluted the audience again. When he saw He Dingxian, his eyes were a little evasive, but he met a group of old colleagues from the Mong Kok Police Station, such as "Wei Shaochen" and "Gu Siming" While waiting for someone, he puffed up his chest again and his face was filled with pride.