I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 552
He found what was missing - honor!
Ah Zhong made a satellite phone call to Wu Hongxi: "Wu sir, we don't need to cooperate with the Military Intelligence Department anymore!"

Wu Hongxi was lying on the bed, and when he received a call, he felt worried. When he heard the content of the call, he snapped up: "Ah Zhong, don't talk nonsense!"

Ah Zhong persecuted: "Gui Lao sent people to northern Burma to ask me to blow up the plane. They just used me as cannon fodder and sent me to die. Damn, how much surveillance is there on the tarmac? He Yihai found out and immediately sent me He was shot in northern Myanmar, does MI have legal support in northern Myanmar?"

"In terms of people, in terms of firepower, can you beat He Yihai? The ghost doesn't treat us as his own, so why should we give our lives to him?"

Wu Hongxi looked nervously at the person next to the pillow, quickly lifted the quilt to stand up, went to the living room and poured a glass of water.

"What on earth are you thinking? Are you crazy!" He drank his saliva and questioned, "You are on welfare from the Hong Kong government, and every penny is paid by the British."

He never thought that Ah Zhong would betray him.

But Ah Zhong said: "Can money represent everything? Can you force me to die and betray my compatriots? From now on, I will donate money to the welfare fund of the Hong Kong government every year. I will remember the kindness they have given me. Willing to pay back doesn’t mean paying back in this way, right or wrong, I don’t think money can decide.”

Wu Hongxi sighed: "I thought you would be willing if the ghost asked you to die. I didn't expect that."

"However, my satellite phone is encrypted and cannot be monitored. You can talk about your thoughts."

In this world, money cannot cultivate righteous men.

The righteous can only be bribed!

Of course, money can buy a dead man, but Ah Zhong is not a dead man, and he doesn't meet the requirement of being free from worries. Many things will be logical when they develop.

Ah Zhong showed his cards and said: "My idea is very simple, to expose the military intelligence department's action plan to the security battalion, and then the security battalion will deal with it."

"If the action fails, you won't be able to run away. It's up to you whether you continue to follow the ghost or change direction."

"I'm just an informant who lost contact in northern Myanmar. I don't need any police force status to continue my life in northern Myanmar. Xiangjiang's friends are young and Dangerous, and I don't need you to take care of me. You just need to take care of yourself."

Wu Hongxi sighed: "You have betrayed, and if I don't follow up, am I going to help you take care of things?"

"In a word, will you follow?" Ah Zhong asked.

Wu Hongxi pondered: "You handle your business, I handle mine, and I follow you. How can we improve in the future?"

Ah Zhong said thoughtfully, "Understood!"

"Clap."

He hangs up.

"Troublesome autumn, troublesome autumn!" Wu Hongxi sighed, put the phone away, and walked into the bedroom shaking his head.

Even if he wants to change flags, he has to walk alone, how can he walk with Ah Zhong?

He is a majestic police superintendent!
……

The next day, early in the morning.

Ah Chung went out to practice as usual. During the training, a group of mainlanders arrived at the camp, stepped forward to bring the compatriots and scouts back to China, and the handover was done very neatly.

The captives were taken to the mining area for labor reform, and 12 tons of raw materials were directly sold to the Pagan army. The guard camp had its own style of conduct.

Training is over.

Ah Zhong came to the office of the 1st Battalion Commander, and happened to see the captain of the No. [-] aircraft complaining to the commander: "Sir, I want to rebuild the second group!"

The No. 2 aircraft crashed during the operation the day before yesterday. The main pilot and the co-pilot survived by chance. The two machine gunners and the two loaders were hit by shells on the spot and exploded together with the fireworks.

The driver made an emergency landing relying on the protection of the cabin and the final maneuvering power.

The co-pilot is disabled.

The host chief was only slightly injured, and Yin Zhi scolded: "The plane is gone, so fuck you, dead boy!"

"Sir!"

"I received word that the head office has newly purchased two Hinds, and the goods are already at sea." The second captain was serious.

Silver paper took a sip of tea: "You are well-informed!"

The second pilot said: "I request to rebuild the second group and fly again!"

The silver paper waved away people: "Roll, the plane fell and you still have the face to ask me to fly it? Let me tell you, the new plane belongs to the third group and the fourth group. The second group can be rebuilt, but it can no longer be used for flying. Make preparations." class!"

The second captain was not convinced: "Sir, you can't let me go out just because the mission failed!"

"The second group has made a contribution!"

Silver paper rolled his eyes: "Reconstruction takes time, and training also takes time. You are the captain, and you are Baby Gadda, okay? I feel wronged for letting you do the preparatory class."

The second captain: "The instructor said I have the talent to fly a fighter jet. If you don't let me fly a Hind, let the company buy a MiG!"

"I'll give you a two-month bonus." Silver paper said.

The second captain: "I want a MiG!"

"Add a third-class merit."

"I want a MiG!"

The silver paper scolded: "If you drive a MiG, you will die early, and hit the street!"

The second captain was not convinced: "If I drive a MiG, I will fall? I want to drive a MiG!"

The silver paper pulled out the gun and slapped it on the table: "Go away!"

"goodbye, sir!"

The second captain leaves.

Ah Zhong entered the office, stood at attention and saluted: "Sir!"

"What's the matter?" Yin Zhi put away her gun and said in a pleasant manner.

Ah Zhong shook his head, and said directly: "Sir, I have a piece of confidential information to report!"

Silver paper winks.

An attendant closed the door, took the silver paper next to the door and pulled down the venetian blind near the window, then turned around and said, "Let's talk."

He wondered what classified information a pilot could have.

Azhong said: "Sir, I have a friend in Xiangjiang who is an official of the Political Department. I once saved his life. He told me that British intelligence personnel have arrived in northern Myanmar and told me to be careful. I think the matter is very important. , specially came to report to the chief."

The silver paper looked him up and down.

"A Zhong."

"I remember you joined He Yihai for almost three years, right?"

Ah Zhongdao.

"It's two months and three days!"

The silver paper applauded: "Good!"

"I have this awareness in less than three years. I think you are a good brother. I will give you credit when I find out about this matter!"

Ah Zhong saluted again and puffed up his chest: "Thank you, sir!"

From this moment on, the defense battalion changed from passive to active. Not only will it not be monitored or attacked, but it can also secretly investigate the movements of the British Intelligence Service.

Hong Kong.

Wu Hongxi took a leave of absence in the morning and did not go to work in the Political Department. He drove to the Peninsula Hotel, opened a box to enjoy the scenery, called a waiter into the box, and handed out a business card and five Hong Kong dollars: "Send the business card to The front desk on the [-]th floor of the Hutchison Building, ask the front desk to give the business card to President Zhang, and President Zhang will give him a tip."

"Go, I'm the VIP of the hotel. You tell the foreman that the guest in room 601 has something to do, and he won't make things difficult for you."

The waiter took the business card and bowed: "Yes, sir!"

After half an hour.

The front desk received a business card with only the name printed on it, reported layer by layer, and finally handed it to the president's secretary office.

Xiaojie held a stack of documents and placed them on the table. On the top of the document was a very simple business card.

Zhang Guobin picked up the business card and glanced at it, his eyes were surprised, and he put it aside.

Xiaojie smiled sweetly: "Mr. Zhang, this business card was handed over by Wu Hongxi, the superintendent of the Political Department. Wu Hongxi is the highest-ranking Chinese officer in the Political Department. He graduated from the British University of Law in 1967. The Political Department, who had three years of work experience in the Intelligence Department, emerged in 1977 in the conflict between police and corruption, and collected evidence of corruption from 260 police officers and 22 chief inspectors in Tsim Sha Tsui."

The young lady's tone became more serious: "Then he was promoted to senior inspector of the Political Department, and he was involved in several strikes and material smuggling cases."

Zhang Guobin said: "I remember him. When he came back from North America some time ago, he stopped me at the airport, and now he wants to come to see me."

"I hope it's not that Gui Lao can't get along anymore, otherwise, he can't get along with me even more."

The lady asked: "Boss, have you seen him?"

Zhang Guobin smiled confidently: "See, why don't you see me? Friends come with good wine, jackals come with shotguns."

"Prepare the car!"

With a big wave of his hand, the Mercedes drove to the basement of the Peninsula Hotel, and a group of people took the phone to the sixth floor. Wu Hongxi had already received a call from the Secretary's Office. He was in a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses, and a polite face. He stood at the door to greet him: "Zhang pregnancy!"

"Wu sir!" Zhang Guobin held his hand, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, with a look of great importance, and he could not tell that the last time the two met was still tense.

For Zhang Guobin, Xiangjiang is a good place. There are many friends, and those who can be won must be drawn. It is a good thing to turn an enemy into a friend, and he must show the best attitude to accept it.

Wu Hongxi had a smile on his face, but he did not dare to lower his vigilance in his heart. He invited Mr. Zhang to come in and take a seat, served a cup of hot tea and preached: "It is impolite to invite Mr. Zhang over with a business card, but Hongxi's position is sensitive, and some matters I can’t see the light, please forgive me, Mr. Zhang.”

"I replaced the wine with tea, and made a toast first to express my apology."

Zhang Guobin picked up the teacup and said with a smile, "I know that Sir Wu is doing intelligence work for the British. It stands to reason that Hong Kong is still governed by the British and Hong Kong governments. What Sir Wu does should be seen in the light? Why, yes You can't see the light when you meet me, or do you say..."

Wu Hongxi's heartstrings tightened, his face was anxious, and he said hastily: "Mr. Zhang, don't misunderstand. I helped the British to do things that are not visible, such as strikes, spies, planting and framing. The longer I work in the intelligence department, the more I feel that there is a problem here."

"So, Zhang Sheng, I want to bring all the Chinese police officers of the Political Department to change their flags!"

Zhang Guobin calmly asked, and asked gracefully: "What the hell did the ghost do? Even the son of the political department wants to rebel against him!"

Wu Hongxi quickly drew the line: "Mr. Zhang! The political department is all Chinese police officers, and they belong to the police department. They have never been anyone's own son."

"The Political Department is only a part of the Chinese police force!"

"Okay!" Zhang Guobin raised his legs, dressed in a black suit, and applauded loudly while playing with a teacup.

It is a good thing for a department under the police force to take a stand. Why did Wu Hongxi come to him in person instead of looking for Cai Jinping?
Cai Jinping will eventually introduce Wu Hongxi to him, the only difference is that Wu Hongxi will lose a few points of political qualifications, after all, he has embarrassed the big boss.

It must be accepted by the big boss in person to be worthy and qualified.

but.

You need strong political qualifications, right?
Row!
be my gun!

Zhang Guobin smiled and said: "I believe Sir Wu will not come to me empty-handed."

(End of this chapter)