Hong Kong Police Force Chief

After reaching a consensus on the attitude of the Ether Club, Huang Bingyao and Zhou Quan immediately relaxed.

The main body of that transnational criminal group should be left to Interpol to worry about.

What they need to do is to completely cut off the dog claws of the Ether Club that dare to reach into Hong Kong Island.

Lin Kun is like this, and Johnny Wang is the same.

However, Johnny Wang is now being watched by the Kowloon City Anti-Triad Group next to Zhou Quan.

Even if he has the support of Huang Bingyao, it is not easy for him to intervene without authorization.

After all, Kowloon City is not Zhou Quan's jurisdiction, and it doesn't make sense for him, the commander of the Yau Tsim District Anti-Triad Group, to enforce the law across borders.

Of course, this does not mean that Zhou Quan will give up the action against Johnny Wang.

He is not only involved with Lin Kun, but also involves two major arms smuggling groups in Hong Kong Island.

If this series of cases can be solved, Zhou Quan has a great hope of carrying three military stars.

How could Zhou Quan be willing to miss such a great achievement?

As for how to participate, Zhou Quan and Huang Bingyao need to study it carefully.

"Ding-ling-ling!"

Just when Zhou Quan was about to say something, the phone on Huang Bingyao's desk suddenly rang.

Huang Bingyao did not avoid Zhou Quan's presence, and he answered the phone directly.

While listening to the report on the other end of the phone quietly, Huang Bingyao suddenly stood up.

"What? A big gangster died in the line of duty?"

He slapped the table heavily and roared angrily: "You Kowloon City are all freeloaders? How could there be such a large number of casualties?"

"Come to the headquarters to see me immediately!"

Until the phone was hung up, the anger on Huang Bingyao's face did not diminish at all.

"Uncle, what happened?"

Zhou Quan frowned and asked in a deep voice.

The death of a senior inspector is definitely not a trivial matter.

The police force is responsible for maintaining the law and order of Hong Kong Island, and the danger of the work is naturally not small.

Every year, many police officers die in the line of duty, but most of them are ordinary police officers who face the dangers on the front line.

It is not so easy for middle-level police officers at the inspector level to sacrifice.

This is not to say that bullets have eyes and avoid those inspector-level commanders of the police force.

It is because when the level reaches a certain level, even if they are on the front line of the action, most of the time they will be in the rear to command the action.

Just like Zhou Quan's deployment of the actions, he basically no longer leads the troops.

Unless he is the commander of a sharp knife department like the Flying Tigers, he must lead the assault.

Although the death of a senior inspector is not a big event, it can definitely cause some waves within the police force.

The most important thing is that Huang Bingyao has just taken office as the commander-in-chief of West Kowloon for less than a year.

There are middle-level police officers who died in his jurisdiction, which is completely a sand in the eyes of Director Huang.

"Punch his mother!"

Huang Bingyao sat back on his chair and cursed directly.

"That idiot Peng Xinjian, his subordinates are all good-for-nothings!"

"They dared to draw their guns and shoot at criminals in a busy teahouse!"

"Now, not only did they hurt innocent citizens, the operation was fruitless, and even a senior inspector died."

Zhou Quan also knew about Peng Xinjian, the commander of the Kowloon City District, a big shot at the level of Chief Superintendent.

Originally, Huang Bingyao and Peng Xinjian were just colleagues of the same level, but now he can point at each other's noses and swear without hesitation.

First, Mr. Huang became Director Huang, and second, the other party did cause Director Huang a lot of trouble today.

A gunfight broke out in a teahouse in the downtown area. If nothing unexpected happened, it was Yunlai Teahouse where the hard-core detective Yuan Haoyun appeared.

According to Zhou Quan's understanding, this gunfight did not only kill a senior inspector.

There was also an unknown hero who was performing an undercover mission at the scene and died under the gun of his own people.

To be honest, Zhou Quan really couldn't understand the case-handling ability of the anti-gang group next door.

There was really no way to carry out the arrest mission in a teahouse in the downtown area.

After all, to catch a thief, you have to take the stolen goods. The police force couldn't decide where the criminals were trading.

But when the action started, it couldn't be so sloppy.

Without making full preparations, the anti-gang group next door directly shot at the criminals on the spot. What about the innocent citizens in the teahouse?

Most importantly, the chief superintendent Peng next door also had a big problem.

He had obviously planted an undercover police officer, so didn't he need to ensure the safety of the undercover police officer's life?

"Quanzai, go make a pot of tea, Peng Xinjian will be here in a while."

Just as Zhou Quan was complaining in his heart, Huang Bingyao rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "It's just right for me to discuss the case of Johnny Wang with him."

There was only a traffic light between the West Kowloon Police Headquarters and the Kowloon City Police Station.

Huang Bingyao ordered Peng Xinjian to come for a meeting, and the other party would arrive in a few minutes.

After all, Peng Xinjian is also a chief superintendent, and Huang Bingyao can't really leave him there.

Zhou Quan nodded obediently, and he got up and walked to the reception sofa to get busy.

"Report!"

When Zhou Quan finished making tea, a hoarse voice sounded from outside Huang Bingyao's office door at the right time.

Looking for the sound, Zhou Quan saw a middle-aged man in a white military uniform, with a crown and two Bass stars on his shoulders.

His figure was a little thin, and his face was a little gloomy.

There was no doubt that he was the commander of the Kowloon City District next door, Chief Superintendent Peng Xinjian.

According to common sense, a chief superintendent does not need to be so humble even if he goes to meet the boss.

But there was no way, who made Peng Xinjian cause a lot of trouble for Huang Bingyao.

"What are you doing there? Are you a door god?"

Huang Bingyao raised his head and snorted coldly, saying with some anger: "Come in quickly and close the door!"

Peng Xinjian walked into the office in silence, and he closed the door.

"Sorry, sir!"

Went straight to Huang Bingyao's desk, Peng Xinjian raised his hand and saluted with a heavy face.

As for Zhou Quan, who was also in the office, Peng Xinjian seemed to have not seen it.

This is not because he looked down on Zhou Quan, but because he knew the relationship between Zhou Quan and Huang Bingyao, so he did not regard Zhou Quan as an outsider at all.

"It was not clear on the phone just now, what are the specific casualties?"

Huang Bingyao's face was as gloomy as water, and he asked coldly: "Are there any innocent citizens killed?"

This is what Huang Bingyao is most worried about.

If there are really citizens who died in the gunfight, even Peng Xinjian, the chief superintendent, will bear a lot of responsibility.