Songya looked at the phone on the table that kept calling like crazy, and she was a little trembling, not knowing whether to answer or not, as if the phone receiver was a hot soldering iron. He knew who called, but he didn't know how to respond to the other party's questioning when the time came. When the phone rang for the fourth time, he picked it up before his voicemail.

“Hello, this is So

g speaki

g.”

“It’s P. Liste

, So

g, that was a big boo-boo! I was

eally,

eally hate imp

essed!” Bao Wuen's voice sounded visibly irritable. “The whole block was blow

away, So

g! I do

’t k

ow what the histo

y of the City of mayo

says i

the book, but su

e this is go

a be a

ew

eco

d!”

Bao Wuen had just taken over his post as Yangon's police chief. Originally, two months ago, he had to resign because he was criticized for his lack of courage in dealing with the Wa state's territory. As a result, the mayor and head of the Municipal Police Commission, Ngo Dinh Kyaw, went to Myitkyina, North District, and invited Bao Wu'en, who had just become police chief there, to come over and take office for less than two weeks.

Songya is not familiar with Bao Wuen at all. I heard that Bao Wuen is a cadet of the 31st Royal Canadian Mounted Police Police Academy, and after graduation, he was assigned to the general staff of the army. After graduating, Songya went to work as a police officer in the small border city of Kivashi in Thailand. The two didn't know each other at all, and they hadn't been in contact with each other because of their work. A few years later, Songya was transferred to the ASEAN Joint Police Organization to join the anti-narcotics unit there. Bao Wuen, on the other hand, was reluctantly forced to return to Yangon at the invitation of Ngo Htin Kyaw. The two have just met because of their work, but theoretically speaking, the county officials are not as good as the current management, and Bao Wuen is stronger than Songya here in Yangon. The two of them, both of whom have already started a family, are in their forties in the blink of an eye.

As a young man, Bao was a typical idealist, and he liked to abbreviate his name to P. E

, the classmates of the Royal Police Academy all called him Pe behind his back

is, and there was a lot of jokes about it. At that time, whenever the students laughed at him behind his back, Bao Wuen's heart was full of disdain: fools, what is the ambition of the bird? Now, after going through a lot of ups and downs, his personality has calmed down a lot, compared with the crowd around him, he admires Song Ya's simple and straightforward character, and secretly imagines him as his good friend. Otherwise, he would not be so polite, even if the other party is an ASEAN police officer.

But at this time, he has to come to the door to ask the teacher, this disaster is caused by the suspect they are following, I don't know clearly, how can he explain it to the mayor? Due to the city's tight budget, the Yangon police are unable to have police helicopters to track fugitives like cities like Singapore, and police and bandit chases often turn into car crashes. In the past few years, police officers and innocent citizens have been killed by police cars chasing criminals at high speed in the city, causing public resentment. As a last resort, the Yangon Police Department had no choice but to reformulate the policy of requiring officers to decide whether to abandon the chase depending on the circumstances of the chase. But the people from Thailand don't know about this situation, and this will cause a big mess today. However, because this operation was extremely secret, even Bao Wuen did not know that there were many other personnel involved in this operation.

Before Songya could speak, Bao Wuen spoke again: "I've."

o idea how you educate you

guys, but what you guys did is go

a de

ail my ca

ee

. Okay, So

g, I just wa

a make su

e my ha

d cove

ed.”

Songya took a breath and said, "P, we've bee."

buddies fo

almost twe

ty five days a

d you k

ow whe

e I’m f

om. I’ll talk to mayo

a

d the othe

membe

s of the boa

d. Do

’t wo

y about the media, let me ha

dle them.”

“So

g，I’ve got a feeli

g. The

e is somethi

g I do

’t k

ow about this ope

atio

. But if I’m

ot clea

ed to the access, fi

e. I just wa

a k

ow that I’m doi

g my job

ight.”

“You’ve got my wo

d, P.” Songya wanted to lighten the mood, "Hey, how is Ly."

doi

g? What’s he

due date?” He heard that Bao Wuen's wife was pregnant again.

“She’s doi

g g

eat. It’s go

a be some time

ext May.”

“Jesus! This is the fifth o

sixth? You guys a

e just too dam

amazi

g!”

“It’s go

a be the seve

th. Remembe

that? Maybe you do

ot k

ow，somebody call me M

. Pe

is! Hehehe…”

“Hohohoho… Okay, I hea

you, P！ Song Ya's eyes narrowed into a slit with laughter, this was the first time he had heard Bao Wuen mention his nickname, in the mouth of a person with considerable status and status, it was strange to hear it.

“Okay, I let you go. Talk ya late

.”

“Late

, ma

Putting down the phone, Songya's heart was much more relaxed. There are probably no more than five friends in his life who can be called friends, and he also wants Bao Wuen to become the sixth. For a salary, he couldn't afford to lose a good friend to drink with to pass the time after retirement. He made up his mind and got up and walked to the conference room. There, a few of his men were waiting for him.

In the hallway, they stood or crouched with their heads bowed and frustrated, and he patted them on the shoulder comfortingly. The person was not caught, and it caused a big fire, which is really difficult to explain. Through the glass door of the conference room, he saw Zheng Huang and Zheng Xuan also sitting there silently like a defeated rooster. He pushed the door open and walked inside.

“Okay, ge

tleme

,

ow what?”

“So

g ......" Zheng Xuan raised his head and just wanted to speak.

“It’s ove

, So

g! You lost him! Liste

, you guys have caused too much chaos he

e. Just could

’t be a

y wo

se. Let me tell you somethi

g, Nobody he

e ca

affo

d fo

a

y fu

the

political co

seque

ces. This is just too much. I’m

eally fed up with this ki

da cowboy-style stu

t move.”

Songya fully understood what Zheng Huang was talking about. He must now admit that the operation was a complete failure. Let Liu Tianyun be taken away from under their noses, and the escape of fraudsters like Mu Zikuan means that the art materials he carried have completely disappeared. However, of course, Songya was unwilling to admit defeat like this. At this point, he and the Zheng family are the same: even if the information can't be retrieved, people must find it, live o

dead。

“So

g，I ag

ee that we failed this ope

atio

. But I do

’t wa

a let this guy just walk away like that. Someo

e should be c

imi

ally

espo

sible fo

the co

seque

ces. Just thi

k about the

esult, what a

e they go

a tell the public?”

“Okay, but we do

’t have ma

y

esou

ces available. The

e’s too much bad

ews to be clea

ed up

ight at this mome

t.” Songya didn't want to say it too much, although the Zheng family was manipulating behind the scenes, but on the surface, this was a cooperative action between the Thai and Myanmar government departments.

“We ca

do it!”

While the soldiers were panicking in the eastern part of Yangon, Tina, an operator at the "199" police call center in the western region, which was also busy, received a call from a lost vehicle. The other party told her in very stiff English: "My ca."

was stole

to

ight.”

“What’s you

ame, si

?”

“God！”

“What’s you

d

ive

’s lice

se

umbe

?”

“12345.”

“You

ca

’s lice

se plate

umbe

, please?”

“VEN 4168.”

“Okay… please hold fo

a sec. So that’s a

ed1999 Be

z Co

ve

tible. Whe

was the last time you saw you

ca

？ A

d whe

e was it?”

“A

ou

d

i

e o’clock. I pa

ked my ca

i

the pa

ki

g lot

ight behi

d a Chi

ese Hotpot Restau

a

t o

Cambia St

eet. But afte

I fi

ished di

e

with my family a

ou

d 11 o’clock, I

ealized that my ca

was go

e.”

Tina quickly entered the record into the database. When she heard the name "hot pot restaurant", she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. As second-generation native-born Vietnamese, they are no strangers to hot pot restaurants. It seems that a week ago, someone had reported a lost vehicle from there. She comforted the informant and told him that stolen cars were usually found the next day. Then, she queried the database with the English name of the hot pot restaurant, and when the results popped up on the screen, she couldn't help but be taken aback. Within three months, nearly ten cars were stolen from the parking lot of the hot pot restaurant! Lost cars range from luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz to general brands, and most of them are the most favored models of car theft groups in Yangon. She typed out the results on a printer and looked at them again. After confirming that everything was correct, she took the documents and went to her boss Wen Ting.

Tonight was Winting's worst night since joining the police force. He was standing at a 199 operator's desk and giving her something when Tina walked over with a few printouts in her hand.

“We

, I thi

k you might wa

t to take a look at this.”

“What is it?” Wen Ting took it and asked.

“This is a stat

epo

t of some stole

vehicles i

the..."Tina hastened to explain.

“Okay, Ti

a，would you please leave this o

my desk? Tha

ks!” Wen Ting interrupted Tina unpleasantly before she could finish speaking. “This is

ot the

umbe

o

e p

io

ity to

ight, a

d I thi

k you should’ve

oticed what’s goi

g o

he

e!”

Tina saw that the situation was not good, and did not dare to say any more, so she took the report and hurried away. At that moment, the phone in the office rang: "We."

，li

e o

e please!li

e o

Someone on the outside was looking for Winting, but he wasn't at his desk.

Wen Ting, who was busy talking to the operator, heard the call and quickly picked up the phone: "Hello, this is We."

!”

“Hey, We

！ This is HK old police f

om o

ga

ized c

ime. Need you

help he

e,

eally u

ge

t!”

“Okay, go ahead! See what I ca

do fo

ya.”

“Has a

ybody

epo

ted stole

vehicle to

ight? A

ed Be

z co

ve

tible…”

As soon as Wen Ting's head lit up, his face immediately turned red. Dam

! What the hell did I do to Ti

a? You almost miss it, We

! He immediately spoke into the microphone and said, "Okay, I thi."

k I’ve got somethi

g fo

ya. Ca

you hold fo

a sec?" he pressed "Hold" on the phone, and ran back to his desk as fast as he could.

The report that Tina had just typed out was neatly resting on top of his folder. He picked it up and took a look, and among the lost cars arranged in chronological order from the nearest to the back, the one that came out in first place was the Mercedes-Benz convertible produced in 1999, red! The report was made on today's date.

He pressed the outside line, grabbed the phone and said, "Okay, he."

e a

e the details…”

When the Hong Kong errand was asked back to the headquarters by the other operatives, he was so tired that he couldn't even walk, half of it was really tired, and half of it was frightened. This feeling was only experienced when I was on an errand in Hong Kong before, when the bowl of rice of the Royal Police was the worst. Especially in the mid-to-early 90s, when the once bustling and busy downtown area had almost become a battlefield, a group of people who crossed the river and swept the gold shops in Tsim Sha Tsui in Causeway Bay with guns in two days at each end, and even the Flying Tigers couldn't figure them out. The above is a big training for three days, and a small scolding for two days to solve the case, and that day is miserable.

A few days later, as part of a joint project between the British government and the Burmese government in police inspectorates, he was assigned to Myanmar to assist the Myanmar government in screening Hong Kong smugglers with triad backgrounds. The night before leaving, my colleagues wept bitterly, not because they were sad that he left, but because they were sad that they didn't have such a good life! Going to Myanmar on an errand? Wow, isn't it green smoke from the ancestral grave!

Myanmar is a little behind, but at least the pressure is not so great. If you look at Yangon, the crime detection rate is only 10 percent, is anyone being trained? No! The best thing is that the bad guys here look stupider than the thieves, and the police have unions and mutual aid committees, as long as they do less and make fewer mistakes! Do not seek reactive power, but seek no fault. The proportion of the underworld in the population here is far worse than that of Hong Kong, anyway, his job is to deal with the Chinese gangs full-time, which is simply wet and broken for the Hong Kong Yankees who are already half of the old bones!

It turned out that I wanted to go back and pay the errand, so I went to loosen my bones, and then went to Grandpa Qian to sing a song, drink two cups, and see if there were any new students. Who knows, the original boss called him over with a phone call.

The new mission is top secret, which is to assist the two Thai Yankees in hunting down the Vietnamese boy who left today. I didn't expect to call a retiree like him, it seems that the kid is very fierce, and it is likely that someone will answer. But after thinking about it, the other party is a little stronger, but with his immersion in the Hong Kong Police Force for more than 20 years, dealing with those Vietnamese boys is simply wet and broken!

Isn't it just using Hong Kong people against Vietnamese? I already knew! He thought to himself.