Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Sir Fang, how are you doing in the Intelligence Department?" He Dingxian poured himself a bowl of fried beef and looked up at the young man in front of him. Fang Jianming once speculated whether there was a bigger figure behind Chen Li's several contacts.

But he never expected that He Dingxian would come to see him so soon.

"not bad."

Fang Jianming's expression was a little reserved, and he replied loudly: "Sir He is in charge of the operations department, and the ghost guys are more concerned about face."

"There are a few Chinese guys in the criminal department. Now they are under my control and they can handle some things."

"Oh?" He Dingxian was very satisfied with his attitude. It seemed that the Chinese inspector was aware of it, and he immediately smiled and said, "I have something to do for you, okay?"

"Sir, please tell me." Fang Jianming moved his chair closer and listened with a serious expression.

He Dingxian smiled and picked up a newspaper and handed it over, saying: "I suspect that the Jockey Club may be involved in match-fixing. I hope you will lead a private investigation. The monitoring equipment and tracking disguise of the Intelligence Division are the only ones of the Hong Kong Island Police. .”

Fang Jianming took the newspaper, remembered the newspaper he was handed last time, and knew what he was doing. He flipped through the newspaper and said, "Sir, I'll try my best."

As the only charity casino on Hong Kong Island that operates gambling, the Jockey Club has a "charity" sign, but it is a huge money-making machine. All the members of the board of directors are the bosses of the council and the bosses behind the scenes, including the Governor, the Commissioner of Police, the Chairman of the Legislative Council, etc.

He Dingxian knew that with Mai Jingtao's character, when he found that he had completely lost control of power, he would most likely make a desperate move. At the very least, we cannot underestimate a police commissioner, let alone his ambition to defend rights.

Now that the checks and balances on the Hong Kong government faction and the military faction have been completed, the next step is to quickly defeat McIntosh, bring a new police commissioner to power, and completely resolve the current crisis. The Jockey Club is a breakthrough that has been prepared early, and it touches a place that no one in history has dared to touch.

You know, this is a place that can donate billions to Hong Kong Island every year!

Fang Jianming folded the newspaper and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his suit. His heartbeat quickened and he pretended to be calm: "Jockey Club!"

"Sir, he actually wants to disturb the Jockey Club!"

He Dingxian picked up the chopsticks again and greeted with a smile: "Sir Fang, eat more and pay more attention to the Jockey Club case. There is no need to be too stressed."

"If you find anything, you can call me directly. There is no need to submit formal documents."

Fang Jianming understood, picked up his chopsticks, nodded and said, "I understand, sir."

Chen Li raised his wine glass with a smile: "Here, let's have a drink."

"cheers."

"cheers."

The three of them sat in the booth, toasted together, and had a great time eating.

Afterwards, He Dingxian began to show his easy-going side, telling dirty jokes with Fang Jianming, Chen Li and others, making an appointment with each other to get a massage later, and ordered a basin of abalone and seafood soup to replenish energy for the next activity. Fang Jianming ate very happily, but his heart was filled with excitement.

He also understood what kind of place the Jockey Club was, but how could Sir leave the matter of checking the Jockey Club to him. He sees more opportunities than dangers, and thinks more of the future than of failures. Again, afraid of death? Just stop hanging out!

The people below are not afraid of death, they are afraid of not having a chance!

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"Sir Du, according to the news, there will be a cargo ship smuggling through the customs in the evening. We will handle it according to the method discussed last time." A week later, at night, McIntosh stood beside a sea cliff in Kowloon Tong, wearing a suit and looking at the sea. A little bit of starlight on it.

The sea is deep and dark, and some of the stars are reflections of the sky, while others are cargo ships.

Du Yihua, the director of customs, was wearing a uniform and a hat. In the night, only his tall figure could be seen. The outline of his facial features was very vague, and only the bridge of his nose was high, giving people a heroic impression.

"Don't worry, Sir Mai. The water has always been the territory of the Customs Department. No matter what happens on land, we have the final say on the water."

"Besides, anti-smuggling is the duty of the Customs Department."

On the sea, three anti-smuggling ships were loaded with police officers, who were already in their positions and lurking in the dark. In the distance, the Kowloon Tong Pier is in full swing, and workers are unloading bags of soybeans from the ship's warehouse. At the same time, six oil tankers were unloading, and more than 3,000 union workers were working enthusiastically, creating a busy scene.

McIntosh nodded slightly, asked his subordinate to bring a cigar, and turned to hand it to the Director of Customs.

"The ship is almost here."

Du Yihua took the cigar, lowered his head and lit it, took out a walkie-talkie, pressed the button, and said in a cigarette voice: "Xinde Aviation, Canghai Cruise Ship, license plate 0724, action!"

After a short silence.

From the intercom, a series of replies mixed with electronic sounds came: "Roger!"

"receive!"

"Yes, sir!"

Since the Customs Department often performs tasks offshore, the use of telephones is very inconvenient, so radio communications were provided in the early days. Although the distance is limited and the signal is often unstable, it is much more convenient than the traditional telegraph method.

Three anti-smuggling boats painted with the logo of the Customs Department slowly drove out of the corner and joined the bustling sea. The three ships had already confirmed the position of the Canghai on radar, and surrounded the target at three angles until fifty nautical miles away, sandwiching the Canghai, and then turned on their lights and sounded their sirens.

"Brother Biao, he's from the Customs Department."

A sailor immediately found the boss who was following the ship.

Brother Biao was wearing a white shirt and was playing poker with several brothers in the crew room. Suddenly he heard the sound of the siren and quickly led his people out. He looked at the anti-smuggling ship outside on the deck. He got so angry that he punched the railing and cursed. Said: "Damn, here comes the licensed pirate!"

"Hold!"

Several brothers asked aloud: "Brother Biao, what should I do?"

There are more than thirty brothers in the ship including sailors and escorts. All of them can go into battle with guns and fight to the death. They have combat experience in the sea and on the islands. There are also sufficient arms and ammunition on the ship, so they are not afraid of customs at all in a fight.

But Brother Biao shook his head: "This place is too close to Hong Kong Island."

"Shooting now may affect the big boss's business. It's better to let the customs board the ship. Even if the ship and goods are detained, the big boss still has room to get them back."

The brothers said dejectedly: "Okay."

In fact, Brother Biao's choice was very rational, because far sea and offshore are two survival strategies. At this time, the loudspeaker sound came from the three anti-smuggling ships: "Customs Department Anti-smuggling Team!"

"Please stop the ship for inspection and cooperate with law enforcement!"

"Stop the ship for inspection and cooperate with law enforcement!"

On the anti-smuggling ship.

Twenty heavily armed customs police officers, armed with rifles and explosion-proof shields, were divided into groups, preparing to board the ship. There are twenty people in one boat, and ninety people in three boats, and the firepower is very fierce.

After the officers from the Customs Department boarded the ship, Brother Biao and others squatted down with their heads in their hands and underwent inspection. They immediately realized that tonight was different.

"Who is in charge?" A customs captain came to a row of people with a list of goods and glanced back and forth. Brother Biao put down his arms, stood up slowly, and replied expressionlessly: "Sir, it's me."

"The entire ship contained 800 tons of steel, but none of it was declared to customs. Do you know how serious the crime is!" The customs captain held up the cargo list, blowing his beard and staring with an expression as if he wanted to eat someone. Brother Biao sneered: "Why declare customs?"

"Pay you two cents!"

The customs captain looked cold and stared at him: "Say it again?"

Brother Biao was not afraid at all. He stared back and shouted loudly: "Sir, I have already paid the fee! I don't want to pay another fee!"

A police officer did not wait for the officer's order, raised the butt of his rifle, and hit Brother Biao on the head with a muffled sound. The captain of the customs immediately said: "The ship, cargo, and people are all detained." Walk!"

"Take him back and interrogate him carefully."

The customs police officers shouted in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Soon, all the people on the cargo ship were kidnapped and put on an anti-smuggling ship, where their personal freedom was restricted. People from the Customs Department will then station the ship and supervise the captain to sail the ship into the dock involved in the case in Victoria Port and park it at a special berth to block it.

It was so busy that the customs anti-smuggling police couldn't finish their work until dawn at least. However, when the director of customs, Du Yihua, received the news that the clerk had taken control of the ship, he said to the police commissioner: "Sir Mai, it's done."

"Thank you."

McIntosh put one hand in his bag and looked back with a smile, but his mood was not very happy. Because it is already very embarrassing for a dignified police chief to rely on external forces when dealing with internal affairs.

Fortunately, the Director of Customs, Du Yihua, respected Sir Mai very much. He puffed on his cigar and said, "I'll tell you if you have any questions."

"good."

McIntosh nodded and said politely: "It's getting late, go back and rest early."

"Goodbye, sir." Du Yihua agreed happily, turned around and ended today's meeting, and his subordinate opened the car door for him. McIntosh waved off from behind: "Good night, Sir Du."

In order to unload this ship, which contains 800 tons of steel, Shunde Shipping has already contacted professional bulk cargo ferries and truck companies. The steel must be transported to construction sites in Hong Kong Island and Kowloon for use in projects.

However, the person in charge of unloading the cargo did not see the cargo ship arriving yet. He was pacing back and forth on the dock with a rather irritable expression.

There has been no reply to the telegram sent to the ship. The freighter has been delayed by half an hour. If it continues to be delayed...

"Sheng Chen, Mr. Chen." At this time, an assistant wearing a cheap suit and holding a briefcase trotted forward. He was out of breath when he stopped, holding his knees and said: "Ask you! There are fishermen approaching. I saw a cargo ship being stopped by an anti-smuggling ship, and based on the ship number, I could tell it was the company's Canghai."

"The Canghai was investigated by the Customs Department?" the person in charge was incredulous.

The assistant nodded: "Yes!"

The person in charge immediately thought that an hour ago, the freighter sent a telegram to the company. It seemed that there were no storms at sea, so the only reason why it was delayed when it arrived offshore was that it was stopped by the anti-smuggling team. As for things like stranding, running aground on rocks, and collisions with ships... although they occasionally happen in offshore areas, they don't mean that even a telegram cannot be sent back.

The current look is indeed the most like being caught by the customs.

"I'll call the boss right away." When the person in charge heard that the ship had been detained by the customs, he felt relieved in his heart. He felt that the ghost guy from the Customs Department was really crazy about money. Who would dare to seize anyone's ship?