"Brother Pin, PTU is here, is there something wrong?"

As a newly recruited police officer, Song Zijie naturally knows very well the significance of the arrival of PTU.

PTU, called Hong Kong Police Tactical Unit in Chinese, is a unit whose members are drawn from various police stations and serve for one year. Generally, groups of eight people are divided into two squads of four people each.

He is usually responsible for border patrol, district support, crowd control, etc., and appeared at the Wan Chai Police Station, apparently to support.

Zhang Pin frowned.

"Hit the street, I may have to work overtime today."

He didn't care about the arrival of the PTU, after all, he was just a patrol officer, and no task could fall on him.

Because the PTU came to two teams, eight people together, plus the original reporting and reception personnel, the police station hall was a little blocked.

So Director Huang, who was talking over there, immediately noticed a few people making noise at the door.

"What's going on! What's going on! ”

He immediately walked up with a frown, his face the color of bitter melon.

What impressed Director Huang the most was that the other party had a "gun of kindness", and he had been a police officer for more than 30 years, but he had never fired a shot.

The most powerful thing is that even though he has not fired a single shot from the police for decades, the other party has risen all the way, and now he is at the level of senior superintendent.

I heard that if he hadn't thought about retiring early, he might have become a senior assistant commissioner and become a senior police officer.

"Report to the Director, these people committed murder with machetes on the street and were caught red-handed."

Zhang Pin straightened his clothes directly, stomped his feet and saluted, reported loudly, and behaved righteously, completely ignoring that if Song Zijie hadn't stood up, he would have left selectively and ignored.

"What, committing murder on the street, it's abominable, it's too hateful, I'll be locked up for 24 hours first, and I'll wait for someone to bail me out."

Commissioner Wong was also angry, but he didn't really want to go deeper.

There is no surprise at this point from the top to the police station, because this commissioner is very afraid of trouble, and these four people are gangsters at first glance, and they are not in charge, and they have no credit for arresting.

"Ah, by the way, Pin Tsai, come here, let me introduce you, this is He Wenzhan, PTU Senior Sergeant, I specially applied to the above to support our Wan Chai Police Station."

"Hello Sir He, my name is Zhang Pin."

Zhang Pin was very enthusiastic, mainly because the police rank was one level higher than him.

"Wan Chai Gun God, I've heard of you, Pinzai, can you call me Brother Zhan like that."

He Wenzhan showed a smile and behaved very enthusiastically, the two greeted each other, and Zhang Pin seemed to ask casually.

"Brother Zhan, why did you come to Wan Chai to support, did something happen?"

Don't blame him for this, as a patrol officer, he patrols the streets he is responsible for every day, and rarely at the police station, so it is difficult to hear any news.

Hearing his question, He Wenzhan, who was originally smiling, suddenly restrained his smile, and his voice became a little low.

"This morning, a gang of robbers robbed a cash truck and killed one of our guys."

Hearing the news, Zhang Pin was stunned for a few seconds, he vaguely remembered, it seemed that this was the beginning of some plot, but soon he didn't think about it.

After coming here for a while, he gradually realized that the world he lives in is a great fusion of various Hong Kong films, and things like robbing banknotes, banks, and gold stores, not to mention every day, will always appear once in a while.

He was stunned just now because He Wenzhan's face was too familiar, and the other party suddenly appeared, which made him think too much at once.

After all, when he first met Director Huang, he subconsciously thought of Zhou Xingxing, and then his partner on the first day of work turned out to be Song Zijie, which immediately reminded him of Brother Xiaoma.

It is precisely because of this that he is reluctant to leave the police station because the outside world is too dangerous.

So after He Wenzhan finished speaking, he just showed the same sad expression and mourned silently for the dead guy.

"Pinzai, you caught these people, we took them away, you can record a copy of it yourself and provide it to us when you have time."

A chubby plainclothes man walked over, it was the anti-gang police sergeant Fei Sha, and the underworld like Da Tianer had always been responsible for them.

"Okay, Brother Tang."

He answered, said hello to He Wenzhan again, and then took Song Zijie to dinner.

Yes, as patrol officers, even if they catch criminals, they do not need to personally participate in recording the criminal's confession, but have to record a confession of what happened by themselves and hand it over to other departments responsible for follow-up.

There was still nothing new in the afternoon patrol, although there was a case of robbing a cash truck in the morning, but it did not happen in Wan Chai, so the two were not too worried, and it is estimated that the other party will only think about running away, and it is impossible to wander the streets in broad daylight.

As for the PTUs that came to support, they mainly waited for the evening to take over the patrol after work.

"Please eat beef hot pot in the evening."

When he was about to get off work, Zhang Pin suddenly said to Song Zijie.

"Hey, what's wrong with you today, it seems like it's the first time you've invited me to dinner."

Song Zijie was a little strange, and even wanted to reach out and touch his forehead, but he naturally avoided him.

"To go or not, you young man, I'm just asking you to have breakfast this week just to test you."

Zhang Pin changed his clothes, hung the gun on his waist and walked out, because there was a robbery, he was specially approved to hold a gun and stand by today, otherwise he would have to go back to the gun room after work in the past.

In fact, when he was on patrol in the afternoon, he was bored thinking about what to do in the future, and when he passed by a hot pot restaurant, he suddenly remembered the plot of a movie.

It seems that it happened at night, and at the hot pot restaurant at the beginning, Feisha lost a gun.

It's no wonder that he only remembered it now, it was really his era, Hong Kong films were no longer prosperous, and he didn't watch much, and it was still a long time, and now he can remember it because of some public accounts that explain movies.

"Just eat that Shanchao beef hot pot, I ate it last time, and it tastes great."

The two walked on the street, and Song Zijie, who had walked several times, spoke for the Nth time, but Zhang Pin still didn't stop.

"Brother Pin, what are you looking for?"

After walking for so long, Song Zijie was a little confused, why did the other party only look at the appearance of the hot pot restaurant, and then look at the layout inside, so he shook his head and walked out.

"You don't know, I ate it at a beef hot pot restaurant last time, and it tasted particularly good, but I haven't found it yet."

Zhang Pin began to make excuses while walking, in fact, the real reason was that he wanted to find the one that Feisha ate with, but because he had been looking at it for a long time, he didn't remember the details, but he only remembered that the store had a very small layout.

"Brother Pin, let's eat at this store, I'll treat you, next time you find that store, invite me to eat again."

After walking for so long, Song Zijie gradually came back to his senses, he felt that the other party was like this, obviously wanting to eat beef hot pot, but he didn't want to have a treat, so he used this method to treat himself.

"That's okay, let's do it, boss, let's have 4 plates of freshly cut beef first, and then 2 plates of offal."

Song Zijie: "...... So I guessed right, right? ”

Zhang Pin sat down, after looking for so long, and didn't eat dinner, he was indeed a little tired, and thought that anyway, the hot pot restaurant died in an underworld, and the murderer was still a robber who robbed the money truck and contacted the runaway.

I shouldn't have gone so early, after all, if the killer was caught in the hot pot restaurant, and I didn't know the hiding place of the other three robbers, I would become very passive.

Of course, Song Zijie's invitation has no reason at all, after all, it is just a hot pot, and he can't afford to invite him, and when the murder and robbery case is solved, Song Zijie will have credit for this budding newcomer, please treat yourself to a meal, and he will be cheaper.

Well, Zhang Pin won't admit that he really didn't think about really inviting the other party to eat hot pot.

I don't know who said that there is nothing in the world that can't be solved by a hot pot, two people eat hot pot, and they don't care about other things, until the siren sounded on the street, Zhang Pin still watched Song Zijie scalding beef.

"Hey, hey, isn't it ten seconds, hurry up and take it out, miss the best time to eat."

He doesn't want to be hot himself, but he eats a lot.

Song Zijie is obviously not as calm as him, as a policeman, although he is only a military uniform, his sense of responsibility is still very strong, so he was affected by the sirens on the street.

"Brother Pin, I just saw Madam Zhang from Kowloon CID, they are dispatched, there must be a big case."

Zhang Pin didn't care, he first took the colander in Song Zijie's hand, sandwiched a large portion of beef into his own bowl, poured the rest into the other party's bowl, dipped a little sand tea sauce, and started eating.

"We're all off work, remember, we're just uniforms."

This sentence brought Song Zijie back to his senses, as a newcomer, of course he has a righteous blood.

But from studying at the police academy to now officially joining the company, he has already known that it is not the same department or group, and if you come together to help, others will not only not appreciate you, but will also think that you are here to grab credit.

If you act together and their mission fails, oh huh, then congratulations, this pot is big and round, please take it.

Just when Song Zijie was pondering, Zhang Pin had already finished eating the beef in his bowl, not to mention, although the beef was overscald, it still tasted very tender after being dipped in the sand tea sauce.

Just as the two of them were eating, in an unnamed alleyway, eight PTUs who had come to support them were either standing under the street lamp or standing in the shadows, forming an inexplicable pattern.

"I just fell and got hurt, and I fell like this pig's head, okay."

The fat sand who had just been bandaged looked angry, completely ignoring the policewoman on the side, and wanted to leave directly.

"Fat Sand, where's your gun?"

He Wenzhan asked directly, and Fei Sha's movements were suddenly stuck, and he swept away his clothes, and the gun bag on his waist was already empty.

"Hit the streets."

"Main station, main station ......"

The policewoman immediately wanted to report it, but was stopped by He Wenzhan.

"I've got a month to go, and I'm going to get promoted."

Fat Sha looked nervous.