Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Poof!"

Han Zhibang held a gun in both hands and kicked open the wooden door of the bathroom.

Jiang Yichong rushed up with a gun. When he saw no one behind the door, he pointed his gun at the six toilet stalls and shot: "Bang, bang, bang!"

The bullets shot holes in the wooden door, causing sawdust to fly. Immediately, screams were heard from inside the door, and all the investigation directors were shot and injured. Then, bullets were also fired from the toilet cubicle, but all of them hit the gun. In the panic, he had no aim at all.

Han Zhibang followed closely behind, quickly ran into the toilet, and fired at the stall: "Bang, bang, bang!"

Just as the anti-corruption commissioner was about to open the door and fight back, he was shot in the right arm.

"FUCK!"

The two parties completed a shootout through the door in the small toilet.

Jiang Yichong and Han Zhibang exhausted all the bullets in their hands, but did not rush to open and check. Instead, they exited the toilet again, reloaded their ammunition, and entered the men's toilet again with their guns raised. Although it is better to change gender when hiding in the toilet, there is actually no difference in the chaos of war.

Coupled with the fact that the anti-corruption commissioner and his team were in a panic, they naturally followed their instincts and hid in the men's room.

Han Zhibang also paid careful attention to the footprints on the floor at the door of the toilet. He was fully prepared before entering and could not hurt innocent people. Because, from meeting the anti-corruption commissioner and his party to chasing them into the corridor, the series of actions actually took less than three minutes in total.

Three minutes were so intense that there was no room for any coincidences, accidents, or mistakes.

Afterwards, Jiang Yichong tiptoed open the first door, revealing a ghost investigation director wearing a suit, holding his stomach and leaning on the partition to support himself. The investigation director of Gui Lao held a gun in his hand and turned to look at Han Zhibang with an expression full of hatred. However, when he saw Han Zhibang's stern expression and the action of pulling the trigger, his eyes still showed deep fear.

"boom!"

Han Zhibang simply made up his mind.

Jiang Yichong opened another door.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Han Zhibang and the ghost officer inside fired one after another, shooting each other. The investigation director, who was sitting on the ground and covered in blood, was shot in the head by a bullet on the spot. A bullet flew past Han Zhibang's ear, and the sound of friction between metal and air buzzed and echoed in his cochlea, like a low-frequency signal directly entering his mind.

Jiang Yichong saw Han Zhibang frozen on the spot with a shocked expression. He turned back to look at the dead officer Gui Lao, and deliberately shot Gui Lao two more times. But seeing Han Zhibang come to his senses and make a phone call, he gritted his teeth and opened the third door.

If there was no intention to capture the anti-corruption commissioner alive, there would be no need to take huge risks and open the doors one by one.

But fortunately, the ghost guys had been shot before, and the first two were still able to move. When they dragged the last two, they were already fainting on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die, until they opened the fifth door and saw the anti-corruption commissioner "Ji Da" in a suit dyed Bloody, sitting on the toilet, covering the muzzle of his right arm with his left hand.

At this time, the floors of the five toilet stalls were covered with blood, and there was a pool of blood. There were bloody footprints on the ground. The blood was slowly flowing to the drain, weaving into a large scarlet net, tightly wrapping the prey in it.

When Ji Da saw the two of them, he simply threw away the gun and said resignedly: "Sir Han, Sir Jiang, please hand me over to the police."

At this time, he did not accuse the two subordinates of being traitors, nor did he regret stopping the internal investigation of them, because the winner was the king and the loser was the bandit. Even if the two were not working for Sir He at the time, it would not prevent him from being used as a surrender at this time.

The victory or defeat of this operation has nothing to do with the choices of one or two people, but the final hand of the political struggle. Every part of the force is the previous decision, which ultimately forms a turbulent situation and everyone follows the general trend.

When Han Zhibang and Jiang Yichong saw that the dignified governor was so understanding, they didn't show much expression, and stepped forward to grab him and escort him out of the room.

Both of them have public office status and are at the bottom of politics. Commissioner Xiaoxiao’s situation is fine, but ridiculing the commissioner himself in person is not enough. Only a soldier who has never read a book would be complacent about catching a senior officer.

Because the political status of the anti-corruption commissioner is much higher than theirs, as long as the police force does not break the legal system of the Hong Kong government, then, to put it bluntly, it is still playing games under a political system. It is also unknown how the police force will deal with the commissioner in the end. No sensible person will insult the commissioner.

And as the two people led the commissioner out of the ICAC building, they immediately became the focus of all the police officers. Everyone cast their eyes on them and remembered their faces deeply. As the first person to capture the Commissioner and two ICAC officers, the attention must have been huge.

After Yan Xiong saw them, he immediately came forward with others and asked in surprise: "Have you broken into the Office of the Commissioner of Anti-corruption?"

"No." Han Zhibang shook his head truthfully: "We saw the commissioner in the restroom on the first floor. We were afraid that he would die in the chaos and would not be able to explain to the society, so we specially brought him to the police for handling."

Yan Xiong's eyes lit up when he heard this. He waved his hand and asked someone to take the commissioner with him. He looked at Han Zhibang with special admiration and praised loudly: "Very good. I will explain it to Sir He. What's your name?"

"ICAC Investigation Director Han Zhibang!"

"ICAC Senior Investigator Jiang Yichong!"

Yan Xiong nodded heavily: "Remember you two, Jizi, take them back to the house to rest first, don't let the guys hurt them."

"Yes, sir!"

A senior inspector stood at attention and saluted, and immediately led several subordinates to escort them away from the chaotic scene, both to protect them and to keep the witnesses under guard for later use. As for their relationship with Sir Ho, they just led the internal strife in the ICAC.

Han Zhibang and Jiang Yichong both remained silent.

Because there are more than a hundred people who have experienced this incident. During the review of the actions afterwards, the relevant news will definitely reach Sir He's ears. There is no need to boast or report. Moreover, they are on the same political level as Yan Xiong, and there is no need to worry about Yan Xiong taking their credit.

Because Yan Xiong was the commander of the entire operation to capture the ICAC, catching the ICAC Commissioner was a great achievement. As for how he was captured, it didn't matter who sent him here. It is impossible for their achievements to affect Sir Yan, and it is even less possible for Sir Yan to harbor any jealousy.

Do you really think that big shots in the real world are just like those in TV dramas, always threatening and holding grudges against minor characters? If you weren't at the center of the limelight, in the center of the stage, no one would bother to take a second look at you.

At this time, Yan Xiong led people to stuff Ji Da into the car, and drew a group of people to follow him. He held the door with his right hand and said in a low voice to Jiang Zuhui in front of him: "Sir Jiang, I will leave it to you to take care of the scene. I will take care of it first." Take the ghost guy up the mountain to meet Sir He."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Wan Chai Chinese detective Jiang Zuhui responded calmly and stood beside the car in uniform.

"More homes will be demolished, less blood will be shed. You also understand what Sir He means." Yan Xiong knew that Sir Jiang was an old and prudent man, capable of doing things, and well-known for his prestige. Out of concern for the situation at the scene, he said one last word, slammed the car door shut, and rushed to Taiping Mountain with ten cars and thirty people.

The last five kilometers from Central to Victoria Peak is an important moment in the operation, and there can be no omissions. However, Yan Xiong took away more than 30 people, which did not affect the situation in the ICAC building. To attack a tiger, you need a pack of wolves, and to drive a pack of sheep, a few bad wolves are enough.

Lian Kee, second floor.

an office.

A Chinese police officer kicked open the glass door, glanced at the messy desk, raised a cruel smile, walked around the desk and pulled out a ghost under the table, grabbed the ghost's collar with both hands and lifted it up vigorously , and smashed it against the filing cabinet.

"Boom."

The glass of the file cabinet on the wall exploded, with a crash, mountains of books and literature poured down, and Gui Lao's head was instantly buried on the table.

"TMD, bastard, check our police team, right?"

"check!"

"check!"

"check!"

"I asked you to investigate, and you will be happy if you find out. If you find out, you will see God!" The policeman reached out and grabbed the ghost's head, threw it to the side and kept smashing it against the wall. It was obvious that he had deep hatred.

The ghost guy was able to twitch in panic at first, but soon his cheeks were covered with blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

The police officer refused to give up. He threw Gui Lao on the table, swept some documents and buried them. While Gui Lao was fainting, he took out the lighter in his pocket, ding, opened the lid, rubbed out the flame, and threw it away. on the file pile.

"go to hell!"

The police officer walked out of the office without looking back, locked the door, and pushed a table to block it.

In the office, thick smoke billowed, flames rose, accompanied by a burst of heart-rending screams, and a figure struggled to crawl out in front of the window.

Rooftop.

Several police officers cut the iron wire on the railing, and the ICAC Independent Commission Against Corruption signboard crashed to the ground and fell into pieces.

"Burned."

"Burned."

A senior inspector led his subordinates to take down all the flags of the ICAC and the Hong Kong government. Someone threw a Commonwealth flag inside, and another police officer took a found royal flag and asked: "Sir Jiang, where is this?" "

"Where did it come from?"

Jiang Yongcheng frowned.

"Searched by the commissioner's office."

the police officer replied.

"It's all burned. It's disgusting to look at." Jiang Yongcheng waved his hand, and the flag fell into the garbage. As a barrel of gasoline fell, several flags and a large number of investigation files and folders were burned in the square. Fire light.

You should know that the ICAC does not have a royal name and is not qualified to fly the royal flag. The Governor hung the flag in his office, which is somewhat flattering to the powerful. British people will definitely appreciate it if they see it, but the police force is not happy with the title of "Royal Police", and it is even more disgusting to see someone licking the Queen's smelly feet.

When Jiang Zuhui saw fire coming out of many windows of the ICAC building, he immediately threw the cigarette on the ground and gave an order: "Let the guys calm down their anger, take all the people out of the building, count and detain them, and then move all the documents and materials." come out!"

“There is not even a piece of toilet paper or a salty newspaper in the ICAC!”

This is what it means to ask the guys to seal the gun. Fortunately, there were no casualties during the attack on the building. Otherwise, the gun would not be sealed at the word. After all, sealing a gun is like sealing a sword, which has been a difficult task in the army since ancient times.

There are occasional gunshots in the building, and some casualties are inevitable, but with the "Police Regulations" as the basic constraints, it is unlikely that any animal behavior will occur. In the final analysis, the police force is just a raid. It comes and goes quickly, so it will not breed great evil in human nature.

Some Chinese employees who had no time to escape suffered a disaster, and that was not something Jiang Zuhui and the others should consider. After all, they were enemies one second and could only become criminals the next. How could they be treated like citizens and even colleagues?

"Yes, sir!"

The subordinate answers the order.

At this time, the ICAC building was no different from any community relations office in Hong Kong, except that the fire burned more fiercely, there was more blood, and the people were more desolate.

Da da da.

Victoria Peak.

Two helicopters were constantly circling over the Government House. The helicopter pilot of Group A said into the headset: "The special air service team reported that there was no threat of force outside the target building, there were six vehicles in the open space, and no moving vehicles were seen on the road."