630 How can a good show be without me?
"It's not enough." Zhuang Shikai smiled at Lin Guoxiong and said, "This picture is ......"
"More than handsome, not enough powerful!"
"The power is insufficient..."Lin Guoxiong pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "This photo is indeed enough to set off a wave of public opinion, you can accuse DCP of violating the police rules, in other words, it is enough to initiate a complaint in normal times, but now that DCP is carrying the British flag, whether it is the justice or the governor of Hong Kong, it will definitely be difficult to affect DCP." β
There are peacetime ways to play, and wartime rules in wartime.
Now that the forces of Britain and China are fighting each other, it can be regarded as "wartime", so some things that are enough to influence in peacetime are not interesting now.
What's more, DCP is personally leading the police to fight drug dealers, and public opinion will be more tolerant of him, just a photo is really not interesting, but this photo is also a chip, pinch it in your hand and hold it slowly, you can put it together with other chips in the future, smash it in one fell swoop, and kill DCP at once.
It's more or less a stain, and the Public Relations Section is still meritorious! Back then, there were no people arranged in vain, which was indeed very rewarding.
Zhuang Shikai nodded: "That's right." β
"I'll take this picture."
"You continue to keep an eye on DCP's operations." He covered the photo with a document, then pulled open the drawer and put it in the cabinet.
βyesοΌsirοΌβ Lin Guoxiong raised his hand and saluted, and promised loudly.
Then he turned around and left with his waist straight, and Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong pushed the door and walked into the room.
Now it coincides with wartime, Zhuang sir lined up to meet with the chief officers of various departments, one after another, and the office of the senior assistant director, whether inside or outside the door, produced a busy and serious appearance.
"Zhuang sir!"
"Zhuang sir!" Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong stood side by side, one on the left and one on the right, wearing suits and raising their hands to salute and greet the chief.
Zhuang Shikai stood up and nodded at them: "Have you had breakfast?" β
"Eat."
Zhuang Sir did not talk about business directly, but greeted him first and expressed his concern for his subordinates.
Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong replied at the same time.
"Hmm."
He nodded, and then said to Guan Li: "The anti-drug team did a good job in the front, and successfully brought Wang Anqi into the pit, don't let me down next......"
Guan Li's expression was correct, knowing that Sir Zhuang wanted to talk about business.
Zhuang Sir continued: "You now take the anti-drug team to transport that batch of goods back to the police force from outside, and we will close the case first." β
βyesοΌsirοΌβ Guan Li raised his hand and saluted, and replied solemnly.
Zhuang Shikai then propped up the table with his hand and preached to him: "In addition, the poisonous snake Bing died a bit miserable, although the drug dealer died innocently, but after all, he did things for us, and he was an informant, so we should show some humane care..."
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"You pay a two-year informant fee from the accounts of the anti-drug team and send it to Snake Bing's sister."
"I remember that his sister's name is Madonna, and she still owes Mong Kok's 'Gao Lizan' a sum of money, so that she can cross out this account and not become a young lady in the horse pen."
Sir Zhuang remembered that "Madonna" was not bad, and it would be a pity to go to the horse pen to be a lady. It's not easy to just take a sum of money to cross out the accounts, and then buy a set of clothes to catch the golden beetle?
Otherwise, really go to the horse pen to be a lady? Red will definitely be popular, but no matter how beautiful a woman is, she picks up dozens of men a day and gives those men turns to play, and it will be a failure for a year and a half.
"Understood." Guan Li nodded, having no opinion on this.
The anti-drug team has finished explaining the matter.
Zhuang Shikai looked at Zeng Xiangrong again: "Sir Zeng, what's going on with the Investigation Section?" β
Zeng Xiangrong said with a serious expression: "Now that the Investigation Bureau and the Intelligence Bureau have jointly handled the case, we are secretly investigating Wang Anqi's account in the Section, and at the same time, we have sent an eavesdropping team from the Intelligence Section to monitor Wang Anqi. β
"There are two things to say, one, we were blocked by ICAC when we investigated the account, and some of the permissions could not be bypassed by ICAC, but were denied by IACA."
"Second, Wang Anqi went to meet several British-funded bosses last night, and several people talked about ten o'clock in the evening, this is an audio tape."
Zeng Xiangrong handed a paper bag to the table with both hands.
"ICAC, the big British-funded boss, hehe." Zhuang Sir twisted his neck impatiently, moved his joints, and chuckled: "Keep checking!" We want to have evidence to bring down Wang Anqi before the 18th. β
"Yes! Sir! Zeng saluted Rong Lizheng, with a serious expression, and could only work hard.
As for the date of the 18th? In fact, it was not Wang Anqiding, but Zhuang Sir gave Wang Anqi Ding, and it was also given to him by Zhuang Sir!
It's still a week away.
This week is not so much the time of action of "Thunder Sweeping Drugs", but the timeline of the two sides fighting and separating the winners and losers.
At that time, Zhuang sir used public opinion to blow the wind, and the date of the 18th was the time for the British forces to make trouble, and see how many things the British forces could do.
The more the other party does, the more likely it is to catch the evidence of Wang Anqi's defeat.
This kind of thinking is a bit like the "Battle of 100 Regiments", if you want to fight, you can fight the big ones, don't fight the small ones.
By the way, Sir Zhuang also set aside some time for himself, so as not to have any emergencies and catch him off guard.
Of course, although Operation 18 is over, the drugs can be shipped back and the case can be closed early! First give the credit to sit down, stabilize the advantages, master the basic disk, and then play slowly with Wang sir.
Anyway, as long as Luo Maosen's batch of drugs is in the hands of Zhuang sir, and the Thunder operation is closed by Zhuang sir first, it will be impossible for the ghosts to get more than 1,000 kilograms of drugs, and Wang Anqi's anti-drug operation will inevitably fail.
Reduced to a laughing stock.
Zhuang Sir will win in his place.
The batch of drugs was hidden in a warehouse outside, and now it is transported back to the police station, and then some petty drug dealers will be caught to make up the number, which is perfect.
Of course, it is certainly not possible to scrape together a thousand kilograms from petty drug dealers.
Unless Wang Anqi goes to move the Ni family!
But he doesn't have the ability!
Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with the petty drug dealers hiding their heads and tails, but Ni Yongxiao is more clever...
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"Madonna, is it?" At noon, Guan Li wore his uniform and drove to the suburbs, the door of a private house.
"Da-da-da-da." He raised his hand and knocked at the door.
A beautiful-looking woman, wearing a floral shirt, opened the wooden door with two white arms, looked outside and asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?" β
Madonna doesn't sell drugs, but she's not afraid of police officers.
Of course, she knew in her heart that she would not have a good face with the police officer who came to the door, and her pretty face was full of vigilance.
Guan Li didn't make it difficult for her, but took out a thick envelope, stuffed it into her arms and said, "Poisonous Snake Bing's informant fee." β
"Informant fees? When did Brother Bing become an informant for you? Madonna held the envelope in her hand, felt the thickness of the banknote, and her expression changed suddenly: "Are you lying to me!" β
"I'm from the anti-drug team." Guan Li looked at him deeply, turned his head sideways, and stepped into the car.
"I'll help you cross out Golizan's account." Guan Li sat in the car, lowered the window, and yelled at her.
And Madonna was already holding the envelope, her face full of tears.
Fools know that the police can't be kind to drug dealers unless they ......
"Zizi." Zhuang sir sat in the office and inserted a cassette tape into the player: "What the hell is going on!" Why is there no cargo in the van! β
The player reproduces last night's situation.
Wang Anqi, dressed in a suit, stood in the living room, pointing at a big boss and roaring loudly.
The president of HSBC wiped the saliva from his face with his hand, and did not seem to mind, but said with a solemn expression: "There must be something wrong in the process!" β
"As for what is the problem? We will definitely send someone to find out and give you an explanation. β
The president of Jiadao stood up and handed out a cigar to Wang Anqi. The cigar has been cut and lit, Wang Anqi reached out and took it into his mouth, and took a deep breath: "...... exhale"
His exhalation voice was very thick, and it was clear that he was very resentful. The president of Swire said: "Don't worry, Sir Wang, no matter who takes a thousand kilograms of goods, this batch of goods will have to be spit out for us!" β
"I just transferred a group of fierce men to help you!" With an arrogant expression on his face, the president of Swire raised his palm with nail polish, snapped twice, and said loudly: "Brother Bang! β
"Brother Pa" was wearing a suit, with a rough expression and a beard on his face, and walked out of the driver's room: "My brother and I are just collecting money to do things." β
"It doesn't matter if it's a big boss or a police executive."
Brother Pa grabbed a chicken leg in his hand and said while chewing.
One of his brothers walked out of the room and stood behind him, staring at the deputy commissioner.
"Chinese?" Wang Anqi was a little surprised.
The president of Swire smiled: "Correct, he is not only Chinese, but also a fierce man!" β
"Angela" said this sentence as a female president, which is really reverie, but Wang Anqi still nodded and said: "Okay! β
He has no ability to use the Political Department to do "private work", let alone do "private work", and he can hide it from the eyes of the Investigation Bureau.
Although the police force in his hands is enough to use, if there are places where the black hand is to be used, the group of "Brother Pap" is obviously better to use.
Of course, the group of "Brother Pa" did not belong to Wang Anqi's command, and he didn't want to command, he just left a look and swept deeply around the British-funded bosses: "I'm waiting for your news." β
He wanted to leave this matter to the big British bosses, and he only brought the police officers to collect the goods.
"Zizi." The sound of electricity sounded, the tape was only a murmur, and then the message was intermittent and worthless.
"This guy is a breakthrough." Zhuang Shikai turned off the player and thought secretly: "What if Brother Pa accuses Wang Anqi of cooperating in drug trafficking?" β
"It's a little difficult, but I have to find a way to get Brother Pa to agree." He thought to himself.
"Whew! Call! Call! At this time, Guan Li drove a car, with two armed cars, four official cars, and a truck, driving on the Sheung Wan Expressway.
Department of Security.
Hong Kong Island Security Office.
Lu Minghua held a cup of coffee, walked briskly, pushed open the glass door and said, "Is the channel adjusted?" β
"It's adjusted."
"The lane monitoring in the upper ring cuts in, a total of thirteen pictures, which are being played on the screen." A female secretary took the remote control and got up and said.
Lu Minghua took the remote control, cocked Erlang's legs, sat down on the sofa, and said with a smile on his coffee: "Very good!" How can this kind of drama not have my share? β
"I'm sorry for you."
The female secretary bowed slightly, stepped on her high heels, and exited the office.