At night, the crooked chicken carried a rattan box and bent down into a villa in Wong Tai Sin District: "Inspector Gao." ”

Inspector Gao Yong of Wong Tai Sin District sat on the sofa in the living room, stood up and spread his arms, and greeted warmly: "Brother Ji." ”

"It's been a long time." The crooked chicken put the rattan box on the table and sighed, "This time is different from the past." ”

Gao Yong lifted the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it forward: "Yes......"

The crooked chicken took the tea, took a sip, and sighed: "If I didn't have something to ask for, I wouldn't dare to come to the door." ”

"Here is 500,000 Hong Kong dollars, the brothers made it up, I hope Brother Yong will look at the face of his fellow villagers and help the brothers on the dock."

Gao Yong sighed: "How can you help?" ”

Crooked chicken said: "If the police force wants to go to the Tseung Kwan O pier, it will definitely be in Kwun Tong, Wong Tai Sin will transfer troops, the inspector of Kwun Tong District is from Chaoshan, we can't handle it, but as long as Brother Yong will definitely help, it can delay time......"

"Huh."

On the stairs, a figure in a suit suddenly struck a match, lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, looked at the hall and said slowly: "Brother Chicken." ”

The crooked chicken sat on the sofa, his wrist trembled, he almost didn't hold the cup, and shouted with a frightened face: "Sir He! ”

"What did you ask me to do through Inspector Gao?" He Dingxian pinched his cigarette, walked down the stairs step by step, and asked loudly: "Hurry up, I'm very busy." ”

The crooked chicken swallowed and salivaed, and turned his head to look at Gao Yong: "Gao, Inspector Gao......"

Gao Yong's face did not change, and he said loudly: "Since Chief He is here in person, you can say anything you want." ”

The crooked chicken's face changed again and again, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Gao Yong, we have been friends for more than ten years, and you actually betrayed me!" I didn't ask him to come! ”

"If you want to kill or chop, you can do it."

Gao Yong said in a deep voice: "Brother Ji, you also said that this time is different from the past. ”

"Today, I am very happy that you came to me."

"So, I specially called Chief He to fight for a chance to turn over for you, but don't go all the way to the dark."

The crooked chicken cursed, "Fart! ”

"It's a shame that I keep speaking for you in front of Brother Tao, I really believe you wrong!"

He Dingxian came to the hall and asked in a calm tone, "Brother Tao is the side?" Isn't it majestic? In two days, it will be a dead person, what's the use? ”

"Ah Ji, ask again, did you come to me today?" He Dingxian stood in front of a counter, his fingers tapped twice on the radio.

"Smack!"

The tape begins to be homed, replayed.

"Brother Chicken... What are you asking me to do through Inspector Gao......" Although the sound quality is inferior, the words are very clear and can be heard completely.

Just the radio is recording!

The crooked chicken's face turned pale suddenly, and his eyes were extremely open, He Dingxian turned around and asked, "If you don't plan to talk about it, then I'll cut the tape afterwards and give it to Yongtao as a gift." ”

"Tell me, what will happen to you?" He Dingxian shouted.

The crooked chicken is excited, and it is self-evident.

Regardless of whether the Dongguan Gang wins or loses, getting the tape will definitely kill him! Even if he knew that He Dingxian was framed, he would take the opportunity to swallow his forces.

All motives in this world must be attributed to interests, and all conspiracies need strength.

The crooked chicken was overwhelmed, He Dingxian sat on the single sofa and persuaded softly: "Say, give yourself a chance, always think about your wife and children." ”

The crooked chicken seemed to have been drained of all his strength, leaned on the sofa in despair, lowered his head and said: "Dongyitang plans to send the brothers to Dongfu and Dongying, and then Dongfu and Dongying will gather small associations to occupy the dock, and they don't plan to go down." ”

"Interesting."

He Dingxian raised his eyebrows and said in appreciation: "The brain is not in vain, and then what?" ”

And then ...... Yongtao will unite all Dongzitou to set up a new brand, play a 'Dongying' banner, and continue to develop the power of Dongzitou, as long as the first wave of the police force is driven off the dock, other associations will not be able to get off the dock willingly. The crooked chicken said: "At that time, there will be fifty or sixty thousand people in Dongxing, and the joint Hutchison, Xinji, and more than 100,000 people will be placed here, and you will not dare to do it casually." ”

Gao Yong looked at Chief He and found that the benefits of a phone call tonight were far greater than he imagined.

If it weren't for the "crooked chicken" of Toeisha who felt that he had a friendship with him for more than ten years, he could use it at critical moments.

This trick can really catch the police force off guard!

However, seeking everything well and lacking the courage to fight hard is a shortcoming in itself.

Things are done in secret, and words are defeated.

He Dingxian's harvest seems to be accidental, but it is actually inevitable, and it is definitely easier for the powerful side to catch the flaws of the weak side.

"Finished?" He Dingxian looked at the crooked chicken, flicked the cigarette ash, Gao Yong's eyes turned to the crooked chicken, the crooked chicken's back was cold, and he said loudly: "Yongtao found a ghost inspector of the customs as a backer, and when the police team goes to the dock, the inspector will order to intercept it." ”

"This ......" Gao Yong's pupils shrank, and he smelled the breath of danger, as long as the ghost inspector stopped on the dock, or did not need to lead the team to intercept it, the Chinese police would not dare to shoot, and the form would change immediately.

He Dingxian asked, "How can you be sure that it is someone from the customs?" ”

The crooked chicken went out and said: "Yongtao didn't say it, he only said that there was a new backer, but we were all mixed on the dock, how could we not know who the new backer was?" ”

"Originally, the club inevitably dealt with the customs and the marine police, it is normal to know some customs captains, and those who have a good relationship can be called brothers, and the backers will not jump out for no reason, I even know that the captain is a side!"

He Dingxian fell silent for a while, because the crooked chicken said too reasonably, there is no temporary backer in the society, and the background takes time to maintain.

Therefore, the new backer does not mean that he is a newcomer, but that among the people he knew before, someone is willing to do it for him.

Although the police force did not eat a penny of the customs when they went to the pier, there is no doubt that it will erode the power of the customs.

Even if the police still give the Customs and Excise Department, what will it do?

Whoever holds the accounts in their hands.

Who's sunbathing!

"That captain's name?" He Dingxian narrowed his eyes and asked out loud, and the crooked chicken replied: "The English name is Carl, and the Chinese name is Zhang Shihui!" ”

"Okay."

He Dingxian stood up on the sofa, returned to the counter, took out the tape in the tape recorder, and looked at the two of them: "I'll take this tape first, and the money on the table, you two will divide it." ”

"In the future, the position of the leader of Dongxing Club will be returned to the crooked chicken."

He strode out of the villa.

After he left, the crooked chicken's body relaxed slightly, and he slumped back in the chair and sighed.

Gao Yong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "Brother Ji, don't think about it, in a few days, I will happily take up my job, and I will be able to wash the water with peace of mind." ”

The crooked chicken sighed: "Dongguan is done." ”

Gao Yong shook his head: "It's really over if we keep fighting, but don't we still have us in the Dongguan Gang now?" We can't vote for Chief He, so we don't speak Dongguan dialect, not from Dongguan! ”

The crooked chicken looked at him with disdain: "I really can't see it, you are actually learning from someone to save someone!" ”

"Brother Ji, put your bananas in the right place, don't show my wife." Gao Yong glanced at his crotch and walked up the stairs, too lazy to entertain any more guests.

He Dingxian knew that the customs was willing to come forward, not necessarily simply to protect the word, perhaps planning to fish in troubled waters and take down the wharf.

Dongzitou wants to drive the wolf into the house, but in fact, he is luring the wolf into the house!

Three days later, at noon, Ho Ting-yin was sitting at the door of an open-air food stall in Kwun Tong District, eating a shrimp steak meal, when he saw a team of members walking out of the Customs Department, he suddenly raised his wrist, lifted his cuffs, and glanced at the time: "Twelve o'clock, sixteen minutes." ”

"Huh!"

A car suddenly stopped on the side of the street, two plainclothes detectives in jackets rushed out of the car, sandwiching a ghost guy from the Customs Department in the middle, and a plainclothes detective handed out his ID and said: "The Mong Kok Crime Division, under the order of the Chief Inspector of the Anti-Corruption Office, please ask Chief Carr to follow me to Mong Kok." ”

As the captain of the Customs Department, the "Carl" ghost has the same rank as the Police Inspector, and when he saw the two plainclothes detectives coming forward, he immediately showed a vigilant expression and shouted: "The Police Force has no authority to manage the Customs, and your actions are in violation of the regulations!" ”

He stepped back and pulled out the gun pouch on his waist, and several ghost customs officers around him quickly gathered around the chief, all ready to pull out their guns and drink.

Now, if the Hong Kong government were not for the supervision of the Chinese in the police force, it would not have set up an anti-corruption room at all, and the rest of the disciplined forces dominated by ghosts and gangsters would have been established.

There is no anti-corruption department.

How could the Customs Captain be so easily subject to the Chinese Crime Unit?

But when the customs officers pulled out their guns to resist, two police officers of the Serious Crime Unit armed with submachine guns immediately jumped out of the car and pointed their guns at the ghost in front of them.

The ghosts' faces turned pale, and their movements froze, watching Captain Carl being invited into the car by two Chinese policemen.

"Two minutes, good." He Dingxian closed his sleeves, lowered his arms, stood up and said, "Boss, pay the bill." ”

The customs ghost actually planned to intervene, so he didn't need to be polite, because the customs ghost was fighting with the police force ghost for food.

Report the news to the top management.

Ge Bai came out as a signboard, and as Ge Bai's chief inspector, it was easy to suppress an inspector-level captain.

If the customs authorities had any complaints, they could also go to the senior police to put pressure on them, but by that time, the police had already succeeded in taking the pier.

Before He Dingxian got into the car, he explained to the lard boy: "Let Chao Yiyong and Lao Fu do it!" ”

"Got it, Brother Xian." Lard boy respectfully bent down to close the car door for the boss, watched the big guy's car leave, and then beckoned to a younger brother: "Inform you big guy, it's time to go." ”

"Understood, boy." The younger brother hurriedly agreed, turned around and ran to the wharf, the Customs Department is located very close to the Tseung Kwan O wharf, one is convenient for parking police boats, and the other is convenient for fishing for oil and water.

At the wharf, Chao Yiyong's red stick "Chaozhou Porridge" sat at the door of a tea stall, drinking tea, and received a message from his younger brother, without saying a word, he put down the tea bowl and pulled out a sharp machete under the table.

"Brothers, do things!" He walked out of the tea stall with a machete in his hand, and in the tea stall, a sturdy, fierce-eyed horse boy stood up, all holding machetes in his hands, and at the next intersection, a team of more than 200 soldiers and horses came on, and the leader was the old man "White Rice Fish".

(End of chapter)