Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

ICAC's responsibility is to investigate corruption, commercial crimes, and criminal cases, and it does not have the right to investigate.

Therefore, Huoqilin was unable to investigate the copyright issue of Zhuang Shikai's A cargo factory, and Yan Guoliang was unable to investigate the death of Huoqilin.

Just as Zhuang Shikai pays taxes is a legal businessman, murder without leaving evidence is a headless case.

You know who killed the person, but you can't catch him. This feeling is extremely confounding.

Yan Guoliang waved his hand and asked Han Zhibang to leave the office, and then sat in a daze on a chair, his expression changing more and more grief.

Finally, ICAC dialed the telephone of the Kowloon Police Station and reported the case to the police station personally, hoping that the police station could investigate the disappearance of Huo Qilin.

I don't know if ICAC is deliberately provoking, or is it really smart, knowing that the Kowloon Police Station is the fastest police station to find the fire unicorn, it even called the police call to the Kowloon Region.

This "peculiar" call to the police soon attracted the attention of the Kowloon Police Station. After receiving the report, Lin Guoxiong took the information to the senior inspector's office and asked for instructions.

Zhuang Shikai was drinking tea and turning his pen to check documents.

When he heard Lin Guoxiong said that the ICAC was coming to the police, he smiled, intending to let the guys wait to get the body out.

After all, the brothers of the Kowloon Police Station are talented and capable, and the basic operation is to scoop the corpse in ten minutes. The people of the ICAC will not dissatisfied. If they dissatisfied, they will kill them next time.

Moreover, after weighing the time, the fire unicorn should also be completely cold, and it is also appropriate to go fishing at this time, otherwise it will stink and pollute the environment.

But when he heard Lin Guoxiong say that the ICAC officers asked to find out the murderer and dealt with the case seriously, Zhuang Liangzi's mood instantly became beautiful.

The ICAC man who came to report the case was too straightforward and did not understand the potential meaning of his colleagues in letting him come to Kowloon.

Asking Zhuang Shikai to investigate the murderer is destroying the brotherly relationship between him and Luo Ge! How can you say that Zhuangzi is in a good mood?

Zhuang Shikai put down his pen and picked up his teacup to preach: "Let’s check it when my brother is free."

The police station’s cases are cleared every month, so why do you report the case and check it for you first? ICAC is better than others? Sorry, my Kowloon Police Station is also fair, just, and open. You can queue up at the back.

Lin Guoxiong heard the chief's answer and immediately understood what to do...

He nodded and left, and immediately forgot about it...

Three days later.

Zhuang Shikai was eating lunch at the police station, only to remember to collect the corpse for Huo Qilin, he quickly showed anxious expression and wiped his mouth. Let the brothers take care of this matter.

Three days later.

Several ICAC investigators stood in the lobby, drinking coffee, communicating with dry expressions.

"Sir Yan still locked himself in the office?"

"Yes, after Sir Deng's accident, the commissioner shut himself in the office every day when he went to work, and he never said a word to everyone."

"Then what are we doing now..."

"How to do it?"

"Continue to investigate the previous clues."

"Oh, ghosts can't be investigated, and the Chinese will die again. This is too bad and too difficult to handle."

Now the morale of the Independent Commission Against Corruption is low, and everyone is in a good mood to do things, but there is nothing to say.

After several adjustments of the ICAC, the investigators who remained were very persevering, or needed this job, and would not give up lightly.

Of course, Ma Tsai wants the boss to lead the work. With Sir Deng's death and Sir Yan's silence, everyone is not very motivated to do things.

If Yan Guoliang does not adjust his mentality, I am afraid that the ICAC will close its doors early.

Fortunately, Yan Guoliang has a deep personality. After the Huoqilin accident, he did not get angry and gave up on himself. This kind of autism in the office has not affected Gui Lao's view of him, apart from worrying the members of the ICAC.

"Sir Liang, there is news about Sir Deng."

At this time, Han Zhibang came back from the outside with a copy of the information, walked to the door of the ICAC Commissioner's Office, knocked on the door and whispered.

"Come in."

In the past few days, Han Zhibang knocked on Yan Guoliang's door more than a dozen times, only this time there was a voice, but Yan Guoliang's voice revealed a loneliness that was not there before.

Hearing the emotion in the voice, Han Zhibang couldn't help but twitched, opened the door and preached: "Sir Liang, the police team found Sir Deng's body at the Star Ferry Terminal, and a message came to us to lead the people."

Han Zhibang put the file on the desktop.

Yan Guoliang stood in front of a white board with a cigarette between his fingers, and turned his head around his chest, "Three days, it took three full days to find someone."

"What do you mean? Do you have to wait until the body stinks before you are willing to pay us back?"

Yan Guoliang's tone was indifferent, but his anger was hidden. And the whiteboard in front of him was filled with various materials, as well as the relationships between the characters in the police force.

At this moment, the beautiful photos of Luo Ge and Zhuang Shikai were posted on the whiteboard, and English was marked next to them.

Afterwards, Yan Guoliang walked to the desk, picked up the folder and opened it, looking at the bleak and ugly autopsy photos of Huo Qilin one by one. His eyes became more serious as he looked at them. He only felt concerned, and the expression on his face was very complicated and painful. .

Who would have thought that the ICAC's first investigation team leader who died in battle was actually a half-way monk~www.readwn.com~ the most prejudiced bad guy Sha Zhan?

"Sir Yan."

"Sorry."

Han Zhibang softly consoled him.

For the death of Huo Qilin, Han Zhibang's grief was no lighter than Yan Guoliang. After all, he is Huo Qilin's favorite subordinate, and he has learned a lot by following Huo Qilin.

Probably because he received the news earlier and adjusted his mentality a long time ago, he was able to speak out to persuade the sir to be strict.

The grief will always pass, and the destruction of the interest groups in the police force is the best return for the sacrifice of Sir Deng.

Yan Guoliang put away the files on the desktop, and took a deep breath: "Let's go."

"We will see Sir Deng off and take Sir Deng home."

"Yes, sir."

Han Zhibang snapped, suspended his post, and stood up and saluted.

Yan Guoliang opened the glass door of the office and saw that the ICAC investigators who had guessed the news were standing in line in front of the door, wearing suits and hanging up their certificates.

"Sir Yan."

"We also want to send Sir Deng a ride."

An investigator said aloud.

"Correct."

"We also want to send Sir Deng's last ride."

The investigators all said with heavy expressions.

Yan Guoliang nodded, closed the door and said, "Let's go."

At this moment, his heart is more moved than sad, because he knows that Sir Deng has regained his own dignity, and he believes this is the dignity that Sir Deng wants. The dignity earned back by life.

In the afternoon, the Commissioner of the ICAC drove to the Kowloon Police Station with a group of ICAC officers in suits and leather shoes. However, this time they were not here to arrest people, but to collect the bodies.

Lin Guoxiong took Yan Guoliang to the mortuary, and Yan Guoliang lifted a white cloth covering the corpse, revealing a swollen and ugly purple face.

There are spots on the face of the fire unicorn, and there are already signs of being bitten by fish and insects.