History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 355 Commissioner
"Sir Yifu, drink tea first." He Dingxian politely invited him in, and handed him a cup of hot tea before sitting down: "Is there any news from the management office?"

Yifu took the teacup, took a sip, and was not surprised by his straight-forward approach. He smiled and said, "It's not news from the Management Office, it's news from the Military Intelligence Department."

"I heard that Sir Ho was assassinated last night. The senior officer of the Commissioner of Police was assassinated in the street in Central. This is a serious provocation by the lawless forces against the police force!"

He Dingxian nodded.

"It just so happens that I have a good relationship with Jia De, the head of the Military Intelligence Department. When I received the news, I immediately called the Military Intelligence Department to inquire." Yifu put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Based on the information obtained by the Military Intelligence Department, the assassination may be related to the Secrecy Bureau."

"Speak directly." He Dingxian's tone was no longer vague.

It can be seen that Yifu intends to take this opportunity to claim credit, whether it is an exchange of interests or political speculation.

It's all a pile of chips.

"I have already got the site of the Secrecy Bureau on Hong Kong Island." Yifu said.

He Dingxian dissatisfied: "It's just the information of the site?"

"I can tell you frankly that the person in charge of the Bureau of Secrecy has come to Hong Kong Island in order to pursue the confiscated goods. You also have a share in that consignment. If you have any information, you can show it at once."

Yifu shook his head: "There is only information on this one site, but the destruction of the Secrecy Bureau's site in Hong Kong has left the staff of the Secrecy Bureau without a contact point and disconnected from each other, which has greatly weakened the power of the Secrecy Bureau."

"After all, I work in the police force, not from the Military Intelligence Department. Jiade's willingness to sell me information on the site is considered a favor to me."

"That's a lot of money to pay."

"Is it important whether the person in charge comes or not?"

He Dingxian thought for a moment, then nodded: "Let's make a price!"

As a single-line spy organization, the Bureau of Secrecy will be absolutely paralyzed in the short term once its site is destroyed. Given the situation faced by the Bureau of Secrecy on Taiwan Island, it will be difficult to rebuild the site in the medium to long term.Single-line contact is both an advantage and a disadvantage of the secret service.

No matter how powerful a madman is, he can hardly survive without rice.

Threats to him would drop dramatically.

The assassination plan may go bankrupt. Of course, it is difficult to find out the crazy man directly with a mere piece of site information, but the dagger can be inserted every inch, and two more stabs can kill people!

He Dingxian originally thought that he must be controlled by others, so he went to ask the people from Jinghua Newspaper, but Gui Lao suddenly came out to help, and the situation suddenly became clear, and he became more than able to advance or retreat.It's not that you have to be partial to the ghosts, but if you have a choice, you will naturally take advantage of it.

Yifu's tactic of sending charcoal in a timely manner can be regarded as sending charcoal to his heart, so Sir He seemed very generous, but Yifu put the documents at hand on the table, smiling amiably, and said: "Sir He, the development of the police force has always been It cannot do without the contribution of the Chinese police, and you and I are close friends, so talking about money is too extravagant."

"To provoke you is to provoke the police force!"

"As a member of the police force's management, I have the duty to justify the name of the police force and let the citizens of Hong Kong know that the police force is majestic and cannot be provoked!"

He Dingxian looked at the key information given away on the desktop for free, with deep and dignified eyes, and was greatly surprised.

He opened the drawer and took out a box of cigars, slowly took out one, and handed it to the deputy director of management in front of him, with a complicated expression, he said meaningfully: "Sir Yifu, your way of making friends has improved."

Yifu took the cigar and said with a smile: "Treat people with sincerity, I learned from Sir He."

"it is good!"

He Dingxian also lit a cigar, supported the sofa with one hand, raised his legs, and said in a deep voice: "I accept this gift. If you need anything in the future, Sir Yifu, please call me anytime."

"call."

Yifu held a cigar, exhaled the smoke, and said to himself, "Thank you sir."

He Dingxian touched the file on the desktop to open it, glanced at it hastily, and got up to make a phone call.Immediately, Yifu stopped staying for a long time, straightened his cuffs, and said: "He sir, the department has something to deal with, so let's go ahead."

"goodbye, sir!"

He Dingxian laughed.

Isuke turned and left.

Seeing that the phone in his hand was connected, He Dingxian said in a solemn voice, "Prepare the car and go to Jinghua Newspaper Office."

"receive."

Lan Gang put down the phone and hurried to go.

He Dingxian took the documents in his hand and walked away in a suit.

I thought that Yifu was going to use the information to be a second-hand dealer, take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, or have some political needs, want to be in power, and fight for the interests of the neo-colonial faction. The goodwill of the Chinese police forces.

This surprised He Dingxian, but also made him feel at ease. He will definitely support the neo-colonial police officers more in the future.

Admiralty.

A five-storey building.

The convoy stopped on the side of the street, and a dozen police officers in plain clothes with vigilant expressions opened the door and got out of the car. They stood by the car and watched the pedestrians.Five agents guarded the boss at a distance of half a meter, entered the building all the way to the second floor, and knocked on the mottled wooden door of the newspaper office.

Lan Gang entered the door first, held up his ID card, and said to a member who came forward to inquire: "The serious crime team is conducting an inspection, please put the ID card on the table, and ask your person in charge to come out and talk."

"it is good."

"it is good."

The society was wearing a shirt, with a simple appearance. It wanted to question the visitor, but after seeing the ID, it nodded obediently, turned around and ran to the president's office.The rest of the members also stopped their work, took out their ID cards, and handed them to the police officers one by one for inspection.

Several plainclothes were instructed to treat the members very well. Basically, they just went through a process and returned their certificates to the members.

The president was wearing a suit, a silver watch on his wrist, and a pair of round-frame glasses. He trotted to the door and said kindly, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Don't call me sir." Lan Gang kept a straight face, ignoring the hands extended by the president, and stood silently behind the boss.He Dingxian showed his true face in the crowd, but the president has experienced many battles, handled things smoothly, and smiled even more. He didn't feel embarrassed at all, so he stretched out in front of He Dingxian: "Sir, hello."

"Hello."

He Dingxian stretched out a hand, held it with a smile and said, "President Zhang, long time no see."

Whether he was a police officer or a businessman, he had dealt with Zhang Miaowen, who was in charge of the newspaper at the time.There were even two times when Huo Guantai was still with him, not to mention there was any friendship, but it was definitely not face-to-face.

Zhang Miaowen also had a stress reaction when a large group of agents rushed into the newspaper office, and did not recognize He Dingxian for a while.Seeing He Dingxian now, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face, "He sir, long time no see."

"Is there any news from the police force, and the newspaper office can't write indiscriminately?"

he asked tentatively.

Although the Hong Kong government has never had the final say on what this newspaper publishes, the person in charge can consider accommodating the minutiae of current events.What's more, the protagonist of that news is still related to the person in front of him, but He Dingxian didn't care what was written in the newspaper at all, but said with a smile: "No, no, President Zhang, don't be nervous, it's just that there was a shooting in Central last night. Someone claiming to be a newspaper employee provided a useful lead."

"I brought people to the newspaper office to express my gratitude and give them the Good Citizen Award of the police force. Second, I hope to have a chat in person and see if there is any other information."

"I don't know, can the president recognize this handwriting?"

Zhang Miaowen took a small note from Sir He, and after opening it, his expression remained unchanged, and he said, "He Sheng, please come inside."

He Dingxian nodded, waved his hands to stop his subordinates, and only led Lan Gang, two police officers and the president into the office area, walked around the cabinet twice, and came to the door of an office.President Zhang tidied up his clothes, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Da da da."

"Commissioner, Officer He is looking for you."

A reply came from inside: "Please come in."

President Zhang pushed open the door and asked sideways: "Officer He, please!"

When He Dingxian entered the room alone, he saw a middle-aged man with a beard and a white shirt pouring boiling water from a large kettle.

Hot water is poured into the enamel cup, and a few leaves of tea are rolled up.

The middle-aged man put the kettle on and said with a smile: "Mr. He, don't be nervous or polite. I'm the messenger who is here to take care of your affairs. The conversations between the two of us will be reported directly to Hong Kong Island. No third person will know."

"Thank you."

He Dingxian took the red enamel cup.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My surname is Jin, and my name is Guo. Just call me Lao Jin."

He Dingxian took a sip of tea, nodded and said, "Mr. Jin, did you ask someone to deliver that note?"

"I wrote it."

Jin Weiguo chuckled, took out a pack of white-skinned cigarettes, handed out a cigarette and said, "One?"

"Hehe, good." He Dingxian didn't refuse either. As soon as he put on the cigarette, the other party's match was handed over, and he quickly blocked it with his hand, then took a sip, and said with a smile: "The taste is really good."

"Manually rolled."

Jin Weiguo said with a smile: "Although the industry in the mainland is not good, there are many things that people can do better than machines."

"call."

The two swallowed the clouds.

Jin Weiguo said: "I have heard about what happened to Mr. He last night. The people from the Secrecy Bureau are really quick to act, but their actions have always been under our control. Officer He, do you need help?"

He Dingxian blew out a long mist, and did not answer directly, but instead asked: "So, Brother Wei knew all the news in advance, and deliberately cut off the beginning and end, so give me a warning? In the eyes of Brother Wei, I am a waiter. People who are willing to sell for a price, just use the Bureau of Secrecy to beat and beat?"

Jin Weiguo was holding a cigarette, and his smile stopped abruptly. A person who came to ask for help and save his life would never be able to say such words.Immediately, he narrowed his eyes, flicked the cigarette ash, and said, "Mr. He, please don't misunderstand."

"I have no idea of ​​picking anyone up or coercing anyone."

"It's just that we've never met before, so how can we convince you? You can only say one sentence, let you check it yourself, know the truth of the matter, and see our sincerity, and you will believe our attitude. Besides, we control The direction of their actions does not mean they have everything in their hands.”

(End of this chapter)