Hong Kong Comprehensive Starts from Chasing the Dragon

Chapter 306

Seeing the fire burning himself, Chen Jianxin stood up with an upright face: "Everyone, at this point, I can only kill my relatives righteously and report Lao Huang.

According to the usual practice, if there is a dispute in Temple Street, and the victim reports to the police, for each case, the bad boys who have the accident must donate 3 yuan for the head of the military uniform;

The victim’s family members paid 30 yuan to the police station to redeem him, 25 yuan was handed over to the government, and the remaining 5 yuan, the first person in uniform got 2 yuan, and the rest of the uniform team shared the remaining 3 yuan!
Everyone can see from the look of Lao Huang's fat stomach and brain, that he must have taken money from those bastards when he was a military uniform head in the street! "

"I'll pick! The one with the surname Chen, now you're playing dead as a fellow daoist, but you won't die as a poor daoist, right?

Feel your own conscience, do you get any points for handing in the 25 yuan?
When I was the head of the military uniform in Yau Tsim District, you bastard was already the head of the plainclothes, and the money you got was definitely much more than me!
Also, everyone has something to talk about, baaa full of fat and brain!You are attacking personally now! "Huang Yaobing is not easy to be bullied. Seeing that the blame has been thrown on his head, he distinguishes it while looking at Jimmy.

Black and white, no one knows that Jimmy is the shadow of Ding Sir.

What the hell about this old rotten barn, no matter whether the people below reported it at the time.

Anyway, I can't carry it alone, otherwise, if everyone has just taken refuge in the D family, if the second-in-command cares about it, will they still have a good life in the future?

Watching and talking about the crooked building, Lao Huang and Lao Chen are still fighting.

Ding Yunfeng put down his chopsticks with a snap: "Fight, what do you think I am doing? If you think this place is too small to use, why not go to Aqiang's boxing gym and fight!"

"Sorry, Sir!"

"Brother Feng, stop joking."

……

Chen Jianxin and Huang Yaobing sat down chatteringly, and Ding Yunfeng gave the two of them a look: "Jimmy brought this matter up today, it's not that he wants to investigate those who cheated him back then!
He wants to use his own personal experience to make you understand how to correct your identity in the future after getting through this ICAC turmoil.

Especially the club friends you used to make, alas, in fact, the club has been suppressed by the police force for so many years.

I don't think you need to adapt to them. When ICAC plows through the police force and sees that the police force is being suppressed, the big and small associations that used to rely on the police force for a living will soon turn their faces! Ding Yunfeng sneered and lit a cigarette.

Everyone heard the words and peeped at each other, they naturally didn't know.

Historically, although the establishment of ICAC this time has changed the corruption atmosphere of the Hong Kong Island Police Force to a great extent, it has seen the Police Force being shackled by the ICAC.

The society that used to be a dog of the police force, under the deliberate indulgence of the ghosts, grew like a wild horse that had run wild. They didn't restrain themselves until the eve of Hong Kong Island being taken back by their hometown...

Regarding what Ding Yunfeng was worried about, Cao Dahua and the others were skeptical.

After all, in their opinion, at this time, a plainclothes troll can go to the stables, gambling stalls and fan stalls of the society.

These short mules, still want to wrestle with the messengers?Brother Feng, you are worrying too much.

……

Ding Yunfeng knew that this group of people didn't take it seriously, but he didn't rush to explain, anyway, they would accept the truth soon.

Calling everyone to recognize each other's faces, and then get a vaccination about the future situation, Ding Yunfeng ordered the banquet.

Everyone was full of preoccupations and eating the tasteless wine and food, and the four-eyed Kun was basically talking at the table.

He taught everyone the plan of how to secretly connect in the face of an ICAC attack.

And when will Ding Yunfeng be able to appear on the stage, and before Brother Feng shows up, the details of how everyone will support the ICAC to extract a confession.

……

On the other side, the Integrity Building.

Yan Guoliang, who had just returned from fishing in the reservoir, was told by Han Zhibang when he entered the door that the ghost Jida had been chasing him for almost a day.

"Sir, Sir Jeddah is very angry now, be careful."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible. Zhibang, you take someone to sort out all the information of the police officers below the chief inspector in each district police station, and then send it to my office."

Arranged for Han Zhibang to go down to work, Yan Guoliang tidied up his clothes and knocked on Jeddah's office.

"Sir, I heard from the people below that you are chasing me?"

"It's three o'clock now! Why don't you go have an afternoon tea and come back?
Yan Guoliang!You are the chief person in charge of the ICAC's AB two-group operation team, and you run away without a trace during work hours!
Do you know that I almost went to the police and told those cops to go out and scratch people? "

"Sir, why don't you drink a cup of iced coffee to calm down, and then listen to the report on my work during my absence!"

"Fake! How can I drink coffee now?" Looking at the confident Yan Guoliang, Jida held back his anger and pressed the internal number: "Mary, go to the street and buy me a cup of Wanglaoji herbal tea!"

Ten minutes later, Jida looked at Yan Guoliang while drinking Wanglaoji.

"You mean, for the past two days, you have been going to the pond to instigate that black policeman named Huo Qilin?"

In fact, Yan Guoliang hadn't found a chance to speak to Huo Qilin in the past two days, but at this time, of course he wanted to give Jida confidence.

"Evil people still need evil people to grind, Huo Qilin is the black policeman among the black policemen, the worst and worst kind.

I am going to have a showdown with him tomorrow. If you promise to let him go, I am [-]% sure to convince him to join ICAC and help us deal with other black police. "

Sitting up straight, Yan Guoliang made Jida feel very reliable from his expression to tone.

Just at this time, Jeddah drank Wanglaoji, and his anger calmed down a lot. He thought about it and quickly issued a document: "At this very moment, if you want to break the situation, you really need to use some extraordinary means."

Passing the document to Yan Guoliang, Jeddah added: "With this document, the Hong Kong government will no longer pursue Huo Qilin's past affairs.

However, when we clean up the police force, this person will be transferred from the front line.

At that time, if you see that there is a logistics person in that department, just transfer him to take care of the elderly. "

"Thank you, sir!" Yan Guoliang received the castrated version of the amnesty order, stood up and saluted.

Jida squeezed out a smile: "Go, in order to bring those corrupt criminals to justice, I still have the right to make a small concession like today."

……

The next day, Yan Guoliang came to the pond with his fishing tackle.

From a distance, he could see three policemen in green leather military uniforms sitting in a row on the bank.

The three of them passed the time with a fishing rod in their hands, and there was a wooden frame behind them. An iron pot was hung on the frame with wires. Dry firewood was burning at the bottom of the pot, and water was boiling in the pot.

Judging from the taste, Yan Guoliang thinks that it should be cooked with sesame oil flavor.

"Deng Sir, Dong Sir, Wen Sir, you came early, have you eaten yet?" Yan Guoliang opened the Maza and sat down, baiting the fishhook while watching the three of them say hello.

"Have not eaten yet, we are cooking instant noodles, sir, would you like to have a bowl?" Dong Biao smiled politely, and replied to Yan Guoliang.

Wen Jianren snorted disdainfully, squinting his eyes and staring at the fishing rod.

Huo Qilin frowned and asked: "It's been a long time since I was called Sir Deng, and I haven't asked for advice. Who are you?"

"ICAC, Yan Guoliang!"

(End of this chapter)