Hong Kong Island Old Events

Da Bang had a buzzcut and was wearing a T-shirt. He looked at the binoculars and blindly took out a bun from the bag with his hand. He ate it and said, "Sir Fang, I found that the buns are good. Where did you buy them?"

"As long as you have something to eat, work hard." Fang Jianming was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and put the breakfast in the bag on a coffee table. There were four Chinese police officers standing in the room, three men and one woman. The female police officer had long hair tied into a ponytail, wore jeans, and looked quiet.

On a clothes rack, there are more than a dozen pieces of various clothes and wigs hanging on it. There are also different styles of shoes on the ground.

Policewoman "Lina" sat on the stool, took out a bottle of milk, paired it with barbecued pork buns, and said, "Thank you, Sir Fang."

The guy "Cartman" stood nearby and asked: "Sir Fang, you have been staring at the Jockey Club Chairman's office. What can you spot? When there is a meeting, everyone else comes to the conference room to talk, so the defense is airtight."

"Take your time, don't be in a hurry." Fang Jianming turned around and went into the toilet to wash his hands and wipe them clean. Then he went to another work station and saw a Jockey Club box.

It is less than one kilometer away from the Jockey Club and is a residential building on higher ground. He and his guys rented it temporarily to keep an eye on the Jockey Club's board of directors and investigate the Jockey Club's race-fixing case. In fact, it is not difficult to investigate the Jockey Club's race-fixing case, because in the era when the Jockey Club lacked supervision, there were often fake races, especially event and celebration horse racing. If you care, the Jockey Club can clearly support a horse to win the championship.

The current chairman of the board of directors of the Jockey Club, named Xia Jiade, is a British barrister and currently a member of the Legislative Council. In addition to being the chairman of the board of directors of the Jockey Club, he also owns a large law firm, as well as shipping, real estate companies, seafood and aquatic products and other businesses.

In theory, every Jockey Club member has the opportunity to become the chairman of the board of directors of Royal Ascot. Because, according to the structure of the Jockey Club, members can stand for election, and those elected become "selected members", and "selected members" are equivalent to alternate directors. You can directly participate in the election for chairman of the board of directors and directorships during the election.

While serving as Deputy Commissioner for Management, McIntosh was already an elected member of the Jockey Club. After taking office as Commissioner of Police, he successfully ran for membership on the Board of Directors. VIP boxes in the Jockey Club and all expenses are free.

"Sir Fang, Lao Ma took a call and was about to leave the office." Da Bang suddenly shouted. Fang Jianming stared at the figure appearing in the target room and said solemnly: "I know."

"Third floor, third room on the left." He announced a location.

Da Bang quickly adjusted his perspective, and soon saw a familiar figure through the glass window. He was shocked and said: "Director!"

"Sir Mai is chatting with Lao Ma." Lao Ma is the Jockey Club Chairman's representative in action.

Fang Jianming's heart was beating fast, but he had prepared himself mentally and kept his expression straight when he spoke. However, the expressions of Da Bang, Lina, the coachman and others suddenly changed, and they all looked at Ah Tou. Fang Jianming noticed a change in the atmosphere and turned to look at a few people: "We are investigating the Jockey Club, not the director, so why are you surprised!"

"The worst thing is, delete this section of the work notes. According to public information, Sir Mai was originally a director of the Jockey Club. We are just ordered to handle the case and follow the orders from above. If anything happens, someone tall will be there to help."

Da Bang and the others nodded silently and said, "I understand, Sir Fang."

"Just by looking, I can't tell anything now. You guys stay in the room and I'll go out first." In fact, Fang Jianming knew in his heart that McIntosh was the primary target of this operation. The so-called Jockey Club Board of Directors was nothing more than It's about hunting rabbits.

He only squatted for two days before reaching an important target, which is enough to prove that Sir Mai has a deep relationship with the Jockey Club, and it is obvious that he needs to intensify his actions now. Otherwise, no useful information will be obtained, and the actions will be superficial and ineffective in the current political struggle of the police force.

If he can have some effect in this struggle and accumulate political capital, his future will definitely be bright. At this moment, Fang Jianming took out a set of dirty vests from the clothes rack, put on the garbage man's armband, messed up his hair, disguised himself as a sanitation worker on the street, and left the building with a toolbox.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he put on the headset. The first sound coming from the headset was the conversation of several waiters in the room. Sir Fang did not trust anyone under his command, so he installed eavesdropping equipment in the room. Fortunately, several Chinese police officers did not disappoint him. Although they had some concerns in their words, they decided to carry out the task to the end.

Jockey Club VIP rooms.

A security department inspector opened the door, quickly came to the officer, and whispered in McIntosh's ear: "Sir, the location has been determined. The person is hiding in a private house one kilometer away."

"Let the Political Department come forward and deal with the problem." McIntosh held a cigarette in his hand and kept tapping it on the table, with a hint of contempt in his tone. As the police commissioner, no matter how big or small his control over the police force is, all the security officers who follow him have received special service training.

Although they usually do not use anti-eavesdropping, radio jamming and other large machines, every time they go to a place, security police officers will conduct inspections and use the most simple way to observe whether there is refracted light from telescopes in the distance.

This is what the Safety Department eats. You may not dare to risk it, but you are definitely very professional in troubleshooting hidden dangers.

At this time, the safety inspector replied loudly: "Yes, sir!"

When Mai Jingtao saw his men leaving, he laughed out loud and said, "Haha, Sir Xia, it's just a little trouble. I don't know if he's targeting you or if he's following me. In short, he won't show up again."

Xia Jiade wore gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and nodded: "Thank you, sir!"

"The management division of the Jockey Club Board of Directors has been transferred to Swiss Bank, which is HK$1.76 million this month."

McIntosh laughed heartily: "Haha, thank you very much, Chairman Xia."

In this box, he not only collected money from the police force, but also money from the Jockey Club. The position of the police commissioner was so easy to make money that a lot of businessmen and bosses rushed to give him money. The police fee seems to be a lot, but in fact it is only a part of the income of the Commissioner of Police. The Jockey Club alone receives more money every month than the police force. Politics is a winner-takes-all game. The higher you go, the interests multiply exponentially.

An ordinary police officer cannot imagine the income of a superintendent, let alone the life of a police commissioner.

ten minutes later.

Four black cars parked on the street. A police officer from the Political Department opened the door and got out of the car. He quickly surrounded the house with a gun in hand. He divided into two teams on the left and right and broke into the door. In the lead, a senior inspector waved his arms and shouted. Said: "GOGOGO!"

upstairs.

The driver heard the noise, glanced under the window, and said in panic: "Big bang, someone is coming."

Da Bang quickly put down the telescope, looked down, and stared: "A large group of ghost guys, they don't look like killers, they look like members of the police force."

Lina was a little panicked: "What should I do? Sir Fang hasn't come back yet."

"Retreat!" Da Bang was not a fool. He quickly gave up, picked up the weapon, turned around and led the people to run out of the room. However, the downward stairs had been blocked, and the three of them could only run up to the rooftop together. At this moment, a ghost guy appeared behind him with a gun raised, pulled the trigger, and fired several shots in succession: "Bang, bang, bang."

Two shots hit the wall at the corner of the stairs, and one shot grazed the arm, leaving a blood mark on Lina's right arm.

"Let's go!" The coachman took Lina's arm and gave it a strong squeeze, and the three of them hurried around the corner. One group of people from the Political Department left behind to search the room, while the remaining group continued to pursue with guns. The three groups ran to the rooftop. Da Bang and the coachman jumped hard and reached the roof of a private house opposite. He immediately set up his weapon, pointed it at the exit of the stairs behind Lina, and shouted: "Jump!"

"Bang bang bang!" The bullets from the two men temporarily suppressed the ghost guy.

Lina was just a little confused, not afraid of jumping from high altitudes, and prepared to jump across the room after a short preparation. But the next moment, a grenade had rolled to the ground, giving Lina no time to adjust: "Boom!"

A burst of smoke exploded, tearing the human body into pieces.

The coachman and Da Bang were horrified when they saw it. They backed away quickly and fled the scene without looking back. However, the people from the Administration Department did not give up the pursuit at all. In just over 20 minutes, they blocked the two men in an alley.

Da Bang instinctively raised his pistol, planning to make a final counterattack, because in his subconscious, the person who killed his buddy had been completely classified as an enemy. But the moment he raised the gun with both hands, several bullets pierced his chest.

The driver threw away his gun in a panic, knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and begged loudly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a police police officer."

The Inspector of the Political Department who led the team lowered his gun, walked forward slowly, took out a book of documents, opened it, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, me too."

The driver only felt that he had survived a desperate situation, with surprise in his eyes. At worst, he would be taken back for internal review, but he would not be shot. But the next inspector suddenly raised his gun again, pointed it at his forehead, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Goodbye, boy!"

"boom!"

He pulled the trigger and shot the Chinese who raised his hands in surrender, a standard execution-style shooting.

At this time, McIntosh was sitting in the back seat of the car, squinting his eyes and listening to Bu Li, the head of the Political Department in the front passenger seat, say: "Sir Mai, police from the Political Department shot and killed three armed criminals at the scene, two men and one woman. According to the investigation, he is a Chinese police officer from the Intelligence Division.”

"In addition, according to the mission files in the Intelligence Section, the three people were transferred by a senior inspector named Fang Jianming, but coincidentally Fang Jianming was not at the scene, but there were traces of the four people's lives at the scene."

McIntosh suddenly sneered: "Oh, Fang Jianming, this sounds familiar. The last time the Chinese Cemetery case was the information he investigated, right?"

"yes."

Bu Li spoke out.

Mai Jingtao nodded and said: "It turns out to be a hidden agent. In the name of the police force, a wanted order was issued. He is wanted throughout Hong Kong!"

"yes!"

"Sir!"