309 Kill to kill
"Fang Sheng!" The driver pulled out a gun, held it in his hand, and protected the boss behind him, his expression was very nervous, for fear that the next moment there would be killers rushing out from both sides.
A premeditated homicide, the means are extremely obvious.
And roughly!
Fang Suquan witnessed a car accident, but still clear-headed, and ordered loudly: "Go down and see who died." β
"Boss, you wait for me in the car." The driver cautiously pushed open the door and lowered the muzzle of the gun, but his fingers were firmly on the trigger. Two uniformed police officers arrived at the scene, blew the whistle and detained the vehicle. In less than two minutes, plainclothes policemen appeared at the end of the street and set up a cordon in the middle of the road.
The driver gradually breathed a sigh of relief, put away his weapon, stepped forward and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?" β
"What's the matter with you!" A sheriff raised his head and stretched out his hand to block him: "So concerned about the case? β
"Ah sir, I will be the driver of the association, and Fang Sheng is sitting in the car." The driver reported to his house and handed out a cigarette: "I happened to be passing by, and I want to pass forward." β
"Concerted Success." The sheriff suddenly realized, looked at him, took the cigarette with his left hand, and as soon as he looked down, the driver stepped forward to light the fire. The sheriff's face became much kinder, and he waved his hand: "It's nothing, a ghost guy was hit by a drunk, wait for you to stay on the left, and I'll let you drive over." β
"Thank you, sheriff." The driver nodded and bowed, raised his hand in salute, and his face was full of flattery. A police officer, however, held a bloody document and whispered: "Sir, the deceased is an overseer of the Customs Department. β
"Huh?" The sheriff's expression changed suddenly, the driver's eyes fell on the customs documents, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, and said as he retreated: "Sir, let's go over first, and next time I invite you to drink tea, goodbye."
The driver hurriedly ran back to the car, tightened the door, and started the car: "Fang Sheng, the deceased is the supervisor of the Customs Department. β
Fang Suquan's pupils shrank, and he said loudly when the vehicle crossed the cordon and drove to the customs office: "Among the people who boarded the ship and detained our cargo ship yesterday, there is a chief superintendent and two superintendents, right?" It stands to reason that the supervision is also a regional high-level in the Customs Department, and no one dares to start easily. β
"Someone directed a big drama specifically for me, and the goal is obvious." He was already sure in his heart that it was the people of the police force who made the move, and only the forces of the police force dared to attack the customs superintendent, and they did not take action against the chief superintendent to save face, with a hint of warning.
The police force and the customs department are fighting completely!
Both sides are doing it to him, proving who is stronger, and fighting for the right to speak on the water Fang Suquan sighed: "This is also a warning to me, I hope I can not bow my head to the ghost guy and help the Chinese police hold on." β
The driver couldn't help but interject: "Fang Sheng, is the police force too arrogant, and killed an overseer on the street." β
"For the sake of money, let alone a superintendent, the director of customs dares to kill!" Fang Suquan knows better that the rivers and lakes are sinister, everyone's life has a price, and once the interests violated exceed the power, they will be divided by those with vested interests.
It's called can't be covered!
And if you taste it carefully, the iron fist shown by the Chinese police is indeed terrifying, and it can definitely deter the swaying Chinese bosses, and make the customs ghosts feel like blood.
Fang Suquan had the answer in his heart: "Helping Mr. He first, it can be regarded as a support for the younger generation." β
Customs Department Building.
Du Yihua was wearing a uniform, tall and majestic, smiled and invited Mr. Fang to sit down, personally served a cup of hot tea, and then said: "Sorry, Fang Sheng, last night Kowloon Customs searched for oil carriers on the water, and accidentally found the ship of Hip Shing Hong. β
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
"I have asked the people in Kowloon to release the ship, and it will definitely not affect the start of Mr. Fang's factory, and now Fang Sheng only needs a phone call to let his subordinates go to the dock to pick up the cargo ship."
Fang Suquan was wearing a brown robe, picked up the teacup, blew the hot air, took a sip and said with a smile: "Thank you, Du Sir, since everything is a misunderstanding, it's good to say it, and the fleet of the Association will still rely on you to take care of it in the future." β
"That's for sure." Du Yihua raised Erlang's legs, supported his clothes with his left hand, smoked a cigarette, and said very domineeringly: "But Fang Sheng, in order to reduce similar misunderstandings, I think Xiep Cheng Hong should report to the customs." β
"Du sir, you mean to pay the tariff?" Fang Suquan frowned and asked knowingly.
Du Yihua laughed: "President Fang, let you pay taxes, you won't be reconciled. The Hong Kong government is not so strict in investigating smuggling, in fact, it hopes to activate the economic vitality of Hong Kong Island, how can I embarrass you? β
"That's the case, in the future, you don't have to go to the police force, and you can hand it over directly to my people."
"Arwen." Du Yihua shouted behind the door, and a middle-aged man in a gray suit, wearing glasses, thin and tall, with a treacherous look pushed open the door, put his hands in front of him, leaned over and bowed: "Du sir, Fang Sheng." β
"This is my charter officer, Ah Wen, who usually takes care of some financial matters for me." Du Yihua flicked the cigarette ash, learned the Chinese set, and said very confidently: "Fang Sheng, what do you think?" β
Ah Wen pushed his glasses and looked at Fang Suquan with a smile: "President Fang, please take care of me." β
"I can't talk about it." Fang Suquan raised his hand, blocked Ah Wen's salute, and turned back to Du Yihua and said: "It's easy to set the rules, but it's difficult to change the rules, Du Sir, it's no problem for me to hand over the money to you, but what should the police force do if they trouble me?" β
"Can you help me stop?"
Du Yihua's color changed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Anti-smuggling itself is the authority of the Customs Department, why does the police force trouble you?" Don't worry, we collect less than the police force, and we do things more according to the rules than the police force, if the police force really moves you, I will definitely call you back. β
In fact, it is very difficult for the police force to move the Chinese bosses, because the Chinese police force was originally raised by the Chinese bosses, although now it is gradually independent and has become a stronger force than a single chamber of commerce, but the chamber of commerce is undoubtedly self-excavating.
However, when a force cannot expand outward and can only squeeze inward, it is destined to fight a lot of dissidents and gradually move towards splitting.
Therefore, Du Yihua dared to be sure that the Chinese would not do such a thing, and if they did better, they could join hands to clean up the Chinese police. Fang Suquan said with a smile: "It's not a matter of how much to charge, but who says it, so Du Sir, it's okay to hand over the money to the customs, and it's no problem to change the rules, but please let the police call me, how about it?" β
Du Yihua's face immediately fell, stared at Fang Suquan, and threatened: "President Fang, if you think what the customs says doesn't count, the customs will tell you, how to call it!" If the ship does not register with Awen, I am afraid that the wrong ship will often be caught in the future. β
President Fang nodded and said, "Then let Ah Wen help me care more, right, Ah Wen?" β
Ah Wen stood next to him and saw that Boss Fang turned his head to greet him, and even felt that there was sarcasm in his tone, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart. Du Yihua's gloomy face instantly appeared with a smile again, and he stepped forward to hold President Fang's hand: "Haha, Fang Sheng, you're right." β
"I will definitely let Avondo care about Xiechengxing in the future."
Fang Suquan nodded and said, "Du sir, you are busy with official business, so I won't bother you for now." β
"Awen, send Fang Sheng downstairs." Du Yihua was full of smiles and sent Fang Suquan to the door very enthusiastically, while Ah Wen respectfully sent President Fang all the way to the door of the car. Before getting into the car, President Fang didn't know what he meant, and scolded Ah Wen, who met for the first time: "You kid, you really know how to find opportunities!" β
Deputy Director Ming Shijue immediately knocked on the door of the director after meeting the guests, took a document, stood up and saluted, and said solemnly: "Du sir, there is an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with. β
"Say!"
Du Yihua's tone was a little impatient, and he kept thinking in his heart, how much effort should he use and what means should be used to get the Chinese businessmen to pay the fees. The next step is to detain a larger boss's cargo ship, or step on the ship of society, or start from within and recruit some customs from the Chinese? Let Chinese businessmen trust the Customs Department more and win support.
Ming Shijue opened the document and read: "At 2:45 p.m., at No. 36 Java Road, the superintendent Cole, who had just finished lunch at the tea restaurant and was about to return to the customs building, was killed in a car accident. According to the police report, Cole frequented an underground casino in Wan Chai, most likely because of gambling debts, which led to the murder of triad members. β
"Cole participated in last night's anti-smuggling operation."
Du Yihua's expression was stunned, and then his brows jumped wildly, he was very angry, and pointed at Ming Shijue's nose and said, "FUCK, YOU!" How can you let the supervision of Customs and Excise die at the hands of the police force without the police force paying a little price! β
Ming Shijue straightened his back, his face was expressionless, and he shouted: "Sir, I will fight back against the police force!" β
"Find out the murderer, kill him, and find out the mastermind behind the scenes!" Du Yihua roared: "Cole must not die in vain! β
βyesοΌsirοΌβ Ming Shijue stood up and saluted and shouted loudly.
Du Yihua actually doesn't care about Cole at all, just a supervisor, and someone can fill the position at any time. But he cared about the face of the Customs Department, and Fang Suquan's attitude was tougher than he imagined, obviously affected by the homicide case.
The Force has chosen to maintain order in the most brutal way, and Customs must give the most violent counterfire to stop the killing and continue the violence! Otherwise, in the eyes of outsiders, you will be convinced, and if you are not convinced, you will continue to fight! Ming Shijue knew that the director would put him in charge of the operation, that is, he had to be ready to fight back, and after turning around and leaving the chief's office, he immediately made an appointment to meet with his subordinates. The police force dared to directly attack the people of the Customs, but the customs did not dare to attack the people of the Customs.
This is because Customs is in a weak position, and once it arouses the hatred of the entire Force, there is absolutely no possibility of winning. You can only attack the community responsible for creating crime first, and then create influence through the case to pull the police force into the water.
The police force has community forces under control and can do black work, in fact, the customs also have it, but not on the shore, but on the water. As for the police force's prevarication with the reason that Cole owes gambling debts, it is simply a joke, gambling is common on Hong Kong Island, and there are countless customs officers who owe gambling debts, who dares to use murder to collect debts? It's very suitable to close the case, it's nothing more than pushing a person's head out to take the blame.
(End of chapter)