Hong Kong: Starting with 10 billion

Chapter 20 The Killer
Senior Supervisor's Office.

Singh's huge body pressed down on the swivel chair, making it creak.

His feet were on the desk.

He paid no attention to the puzzled looks of the dark-skinned Indian prisoners opposite him.

At this moment, he was reading a document and mumbling to himself.

Singh is also an Indian, and his skin is not dark.

They have the distinct features of the Aryan race and are clearly a high caste in India.

He joined the Hong Kong Prison Service in the early 1960s.

It took him eighteen years to rise from the lowest-level prison guard to a senior supervisor.

Don’t think eighteen years is a long time.
Many Chinese prison guards serve the prison department for their entire lives, and when they retire they are only first-level assistant supervisors.

Singh was able to become a senior supervisor at the age of 40.
In addition to having some abilities,
The most important thing is that he clung to his British boss.

This is nothing surprising.
In all British colonies, Indians were always the British's loyal servants, housekeepers and sheepdogs.

It was precisely because he was so thorough in his loyalty to the British that

Therefore, in the eyes of the British, he is a far more reliable subordinate than the Chinese.

The promotion and salary increase are always faster than those of Chinese people.

The British will always have a backer for him.

That’s right, he is the notorious and brutal prison guard who is feared in all prisons in Hong Kong - the “King of Murder”.

He regarded prisoners, especially Chinese prisoners, as his enemies and was so ruthless that even some serious criminals in Stanley did not dare to provoke him easily.

The reason why he particularly hates Chinese people is very simple: he really has a grudge against the Chinese people.

This is a long story.

Simply put, Singh's father was originally a battalion commander in the Indian Army.

In the Sino-Indian War of 1962, the Indian army was crushed by the People's Liberation Army.

Singh's father, the battalion commander, was fleeing in a car when the car unfortunately fell down the hillside and he died.

Although the Indian government openly acknowledged that his father died heroically in the resistance,

But privately, many Indian soldiers have personally confirmed that they abandoned the camp and fled.

From then on, the Singh family was branded as cowards and cowards, and life was not easy in post-war India.

Singh, who had become a grassroots prison guard in Hong Kong at the time, heard the bad news about his father and the complaints from his family.
From then on, he hated all Chinese people.

But he was smart. He did not show any disgust or hostility towards his Chinese colleagues at work.

When you really need to vent this long-forgotten hatred,
He would take out his anger on the Chinese prisoners in prison and vent his anger.

His "technique" in beating prisoners was extremely advanced, simply textbook level.

All the Chinese prisoners assigned to the workshops under his jurisdiction,
No matter what, he would give each of them twenty blows of the hammer as a warning.

He wrapped the hammer in rags and ordered the prisoners to take off their shirts and lie prone on the ground.
Then he took the hammer and hit everyone hard on the back.

Because of the rags as a buffer, each prisoner who was beaten only suffered internal injuries.
But there was no visible scar on the surface of the skin.

Afterwards, these prisoners who were beaten
They cannot go to the prison hospital for treatment, and the food in the canteen is neither nutritious nor filling.
As a result, these people often look sickly, have yellow skin and are extremely skinny.

Many prisoners who had been beaten had joined their communities to file complaints with the warden or the prison department.

But because there was no clear and conclusive evidence, nothing was done in the end.

Singh's repeated success in committing crimes made him more and more arrogant and inflated.

Similarly, many prisoners in Stanley would avoid him if they could.

As for the victims who were beaten by him, they could only swallow their anger and consider themselves unlucky.

What Singh held in his hand was actually a prisoner file.

This has been his habit all along.

Whenever he was about to pick up a particular prisoner, he would first learn about the person's detailed background.

As for why he wanted to deal with this prisoner, it all started with a phone call he received yesterday afternoon.

The person who called him was a former colleague of his in the prison department.

Tell him that a rich young man wants to invite him to dinner.

When he went to the appointment in the evening, he found out the real purpose of the rich young man's roundabout way of asking him out.

The rich young man paid him 20 Hong Kong dollars and asked him to give a new prisoner named Fang Hexuan a good beating in prison.

When he heard the other party's request, the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up.

Singh's hatred for the Chinese has reached a pathological and irremediable advanced stage.

He believed that the Chinese were a despicable, shameless, cruel and lowly people.

Therefore, he would be very happy and joyful if he could witness with his own eyes the Chinese fighting among themselves or killing each other.

Now, he can not only see this dream scene,
And you can beat up the Chinese and get a good reward.

This is simply pie in the sky.

So, he got drunk at the banquet last night.

Until now, I still feel a slight dizziness in my head.

He put down the file and pulled back his feet.
He stood up from the swivel chair and slowly walked to several Indian prisoners.

"I called you untouchables here because I have something for you to do."

Singh stared at each prisoner as he walked.

"Yes, sir!"

The six Acha prisoners shouted in unison, apparently they had reached a tacit understanding.

Singh nodded with satisfaction:
"The target this time is a Chinese man named Fang Hexuan. He has just been imprisoned and has no connections in Stanley, so there is basically no need to worry about the consequences."

It's not like he didn't know about the brawl between Fang Hexuan and 14K some time ago.
He just doesn't care. When Chinese people fight,

In his opinion, it was no different from wild dogs barking at each other.

"But we can't cripple him or leave him with obvious injuries. Let's use the old method and bring tools."

"Yes, sir!"

Again, they answered in unison.

"The time is chosen to be eight o'clock tonight, which is exactly when the prisoners go to the public bathroom to take a bath."

"Remember, this matter must be done well. If it is not done, I will make you suffer the same fate as the Chinese. Do you understand?"

"Make sure you complete the mission, sir!"

"One last thing, old rules."

"If the matter gets out of hand, you may be investigated by the prison authorities or relevant departments. You cannot give me up, and I will not admit it."

"I have told you before what will happen to someone who becomes a coward and traitor."

"Understood, sir!"

Singer nodded again with satisfaction, and finally a kind and charming smile appeared on his face:
"Here, each of you has a cigar. This is a gift from my superior, Warden Howard."

"I have been reluctant to do so, but this time I will let you lowly people take advantage of me."

The six Indian prisoners did not care at all that Singh called them untouchables.

They took a cigar from the cigar box in a flattering and cautious manner.

I didn't dare light a cigarette right away.

Singh showed no sign of anything unusual, but he was mocking in his heart:

"The untouchables will always be untouchables. They can't even tell the difference between this low-quality cigar that only cost 20 Hong Kong dollars. It's ridiculous!"

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