Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Senior Investigation Director Yan Guoliang?" Jiang Zuhui frowned, impressed by the ICAC official who was on the front line and acted decisively: "Report the news to the Grand Museum and apply for a wanted order. We must not let him escape."

This Chinese backbone of the ICAC does not have a high political status, but it is the type that must be liquidated.

"Yes, sir!"

The inspector police officer stood at attention and saluted.

Des Voeux said.

Ice Factory Street.

This is a narrow street less than two kilometers away from the ICAC building. It is named after the first igloo company on Hong Kong Island. When American businessmen brought ice cubes from North America to Hong Kong Island, they coated them with sawdust and chaff to prevent them from melting. It is stored in the snow factory for later use and sold to hospitals, hotels, ordinary citizens, milk companies, etc.

Since 1845, American ice has dominated the ice industry market in Hong Kong Island. It is known as direct sales from the original factory. Everyone regards American ice as a luxury product. It wasn't until 1866 when Kyle established an ice factory and used machines to make ice that American ice was beaten by price.

Yan Guoliang escaped from the Lian Kee Building in the chaos and followed the crowd to Des Voeux Road. He was more familiar with the nearby buildings and evaded police pursuit several times.

At this time, he had taken off his suit jacket, discarded all his documents, and was only wearing trousers, a white shirt, and a pistol hanging on his body.

"Sir Yan."

"Go upstairs."

Just as Yan Guoliang was about to run out of Snow Factory Street, two passing uniformed policemen, holding weapons in their hands and holding cigarettes in their mouths, were walking and chatting at the intersection.

As the ICAC building caught fire, many police officers evacuated the building and spread out on the streets. Some are simply patrolling, while others are also chasing fugitives. Although the two uniformed police officers had not noticed him yet, Yan Guoliang was already panicking and tried to hide against the wall.

However, the entrance to the market building behind it has been locked. Many residential buildings are afraid of disaster and have closed their entrances for safety. This trick is actually very effective. No matter the ICAC or the police force, they will give up pursuit when the road is locked and will not draw the war into residential areas for no reason.

Yan Guoliang's heart was pounding, and his heart was hanging in the air, thinking that he was cornered and was about to be discovered by the police. The iron lock behind him was suddenly opened, and a young man in a suit stopped him and said, "Let's go quickly."

"good."

Yan Guoliang turned around and saw that the young man was one of his staff members. He couldn't help being happy and hurriedly got into the corridor. The young man quickly wrapped the iron chain around the door twice and locked it before turning around and saying, "Second floor."

"Thank you."

Yan Guoliang was completely relieved and remembered the young man's name: "A Feng, is the solution here?"

"I'm coming home."

Zhong Xiangfeng pointed to the stairs: "I grew up on Xuechang Street since I was a child. After escaping from the ICAC, I immediately ran home with a few brothers and hid."

Yan Guoliang suddenly understood and nodded: "It is the safest way to hide home now. Unfortunately, too many people have no place to hide in Central. It is said that the ICAC dormitory has also fallen into the hands of the police. Thanks to you, otherwise, I was definitely going to be caught by the police just now."

Although Yan Guoliang had taken off his conspicuous suit jacket, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood stains on his body were obvious, and he would be recognized by the police at a glance. Zhong Xiangfeng smiled and did not answer. Instead, he opened a room, took Yan Guoliang into the home, and said, "Sir Yan, what should we do next?"

At this time, the four ICAC staff who were resting on chairs in the living room changed their expressions when they saw Yan Guoliang, stood up with a straight face, and stared at him. Yan Guoliang was just about to say hello when he realized something was wrong in the atmosphere. When he turned around, he saw Zhong Xiangfeng locking the door and looking at him with evil intentions.

Yan Guoliang never expected that he would come out of the tiger's den and enter the wolf's den again. He immediately understood and asked: "You want me to surrender to the police?"

"Sir Yan."

"You think too badly of me." Zhong Xiangfeng grabbed a wine bottle on the table, looked at Yan Guoliang and said with a smile, "I just want to avenge A Qiu and Fei Chen."

In the living room, four ICAC officers had drawn their pistols and pointed them directly at Yan Guoliang.

"Poof!"

When Yan Guoliang reached out to draw his gun, the glass bottle was suddenly thrown down and his head was blown open.

boom.

Yan Guoliang fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his head and his consciousness was slightly blurred.

But he is still A Qiu and Fei Chen.

It was the several staff members he shot and killed inside the ICAC.

Zhong Xiangfeng did not let Yan Guoliang go, but grabbed his head and said: "You are just doing a job, but you shot your own brother just for Gui Lao's order. Are you worthy of being a human being? Trash!"

"I"

"I."

Yan Guoliang clasped his fingers on the floor and murmured: "Obedience to orders is the first duty of the disciplined forces."

"fart!"

Zhong Xiangfeng grabbed Yan Guoliang's head, threw it heavily to the ground, and shouted loudly: "You are a Chinese first, and then you are an employee of the Independent Commission Against Corruption. How much does Gui Lao pay you a month? You work hard for Gui Lao like this!"

"You're so weak, you're just helping the ghost guy become the executioner."

Zhong Xiangfeng kept hitting Yan Guoliang on the head with a wine bottle.

Boom, boom, boom.

"I will send you down to apologize to Aqiu and Fei Chen to see if they will forgive you, and see if Gui Lao's God can bless you in the underworld!"

boom.

The bottle breaks.

Zhong Xiangfeng sat on the ground weakly.

"Dili old mother."

Upon seeing this, a staff member wanted to refill Yan Guoliang's gun, but the brother next to him suppressed it with his hand and reminded him softly: "Be careful that the gunshot will attract the police."

"It's easier for him."

The staff had no choice but to give up.

Zhong Xiangfeng rested for a while, then stood up and called several brothers. Together they lifted Yan Guoliang's body, carried it to the window and threw it directly. I saw Yan Guoliang like a puddle of mud, sticky on the ground.

After a few minutes, police officers arrived at the scene one after another, carried the person away in body bags, and took photos of the scene for documentation. It is so normal for one or two unknown corpses to appear on the street at this time, and the police force has no spare capacity to launch a criminal investigation.

Being able to complete processes such as collecting corpses and keeping files is a sign that Hong Kong Island is slowly restoring social order.

The next day.

morning.

Ge Bai was sitting on the plane, looking tired and haggard.

As a senior management member of the police force, returning to Hong Kong Island as a prisoner is tantamount to mental torture.

Judging from the determination shown by the Hong Kong government, it is conceivable that the situation after landing will not be too good, and the wealth accumulated through hard work for more than ten years and the authority gained through hard work on Hong Kong Island will all disappear.

Although the federal police superintendent and the inspectors involved in the escort operation did not torture him on the plane, the intensive interrogation for more than ten consecutive hours had made him nervous and under great psychological pressure, and he was at the point of collapse. edge.

As the plane began to circle and land, the outline of the city on the ground became clearer and closer to Hong Kong Island.

Finally, the plane stopped at the airport with a turbulent deceleration, and slowly pushed to the berth. The flight attendant stepped forward and opened the cabin door, and there was no courtesy in the whole process. Even the few smiling faces were specially made for the federal superintendent, almost turning a blind eye to him as a prisoner.

"Let's go."

"Sir Ge."

At this time, Mike Apu drank the last sip of coffee in his cup, stood up and glanced out the window. He saw several cars parked beside the berth. He immediately knew what was going on and pushed Ge Bai's shoulder. Ge Bai behaved like a dead person, sitting on the chair weak and motionless.

Mike Apu often saw criminals who were paralyzed by fear. He waved his hand and asked his men to pick up the criminals and take them down the gangway.

When Ge Bai was being dragged out of the cabin by two federal police officers with his arms on one side and the other in despair, a group of police officers standing on both sides of the motorcade clearly had wrong expressions. They exchanged glances with each other and stared at several federal police officers. The officer looked unhappy.

"Sir."

Ge Bai, who originally had his head lowered and looked like a dead man, suddenly regained his energy when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye and shouted in disbelief. Mike Apu glanced back at him with an unhappy expression, thinking that Ge Bai was crazy and dreaming about someone coming to see him.

However, after he reported his name and position to the group of greeters, he found that there was no British national among the visitors, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Thank you, Superintendent Mike."

He Dingxian held up a warrant and said: "This is the warrant signed by the Governor, Mr. MacLehose. Next, Gebai will be handed over to the Internal Investigation Division with full authority."

"Why is it the Internal Investigation Division and not the ICAC?" Mike Apu's eyes suddenly changed and he looked at the other party in disbelief, already aware of the identity of the person coming. However, Ho Dingxian was too lazy to play riddles with him and said with a smile: "The Independent Commission Against Corruption is preparing for restructuring and cannot accept large-scale cases. The Governor handed the case to the Internal Investigation Division to formally reflect the Hong Kong government's trust in the police force. If Superintendent Mike has any questions, , you can go to the Hong Kong Governor in person and ask clearly."

Mike Upton immediately understood that ICAC had been completely destroyed and law enforcement power had completely fallen into the hands of the Chinese. Even the Governor probably had no room to intervene.

After sweeping past the group of Chinese police officers who were watching eagerly in front of them, the wisest choice was to accept the warrant.

"good."

"Give Sir Ge to them." Mike Apu accepted the Governor's warrant, folded it and stuffed it into his arms for record keeping, and then asked his two subordinates to hand him over to the police. He Dingxian saw that the ghost guys were extremely cooperative and did not deliberately make things difficult for them. He smiled and said: "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

"I have booked a room for you at the Peninsula Hotel and prepared some souvenirs. If you are not in a hurry to return to London, you can spend a few more days on Hong Kong Island. The Hong Kong Island Police will reimburse the public accounts for the entire journey. People cannot say that we are negligent. A distinguished guest from my ancestor’s family.”

"As for the guns, please leave them to the police for safekeeping first. Make a call before leaving Hong Kong and someone will deliver them to you."

Several federal police officers felt comfortable listening to it at first, but after hearing the request to take off their guns, one police officer immediately frowned: "We are out on a mission, and during the mission, we have possession of weapons throughout the federal territory." Law Enforcement Powers.”

"Ha ha."

"Yes, yes, but it is written in a legal document. Based on the actual situation, I'm afraid you, sir, have to do as the Romans do and be more polite." He Dingxian laughed twice, looking back to take pictures as if he was convinced. He patted Ge Bai on the shoulder and took Ge Bai on the No. 1 special bus.

Several Commonwealth police officers watched them get into the car and the motorcade drove out of the airport with very complicated expressions. However, in accordance with custom, he took off the gun from his waist and temporarily handed it over to several accompanying Hong Kong police officers for safekeeping, fully demonstrating the unity of the Federation and the colonies.