American Comics: BOSS Invasion

While Qi Shan was controlling the biochemical man to arrange work for A May, Qi Shan's own phone also rang.

"Officer Qi, long time no see. You've been a police officer for so long, you wouldn't have forgotten your old friend, would you!"

"Brother Chen is joking, I wouldn't dare forget Brother Chen even if I forgot everyone else!"

"Hey, don't speak so definitively. The fortune teller said that my success will be built on the bones of many, be careful I implicate you! Enough nonsense, I need you to help me with something!"

Qi Shan didn't speak, the corners of his mouth turned up.

He knew this kid's call wouldn't be simple, but this suited his wishes, the detective agency was still waiting to open.

After not speaking for a few days, Han Chen became sarcastic.

"Oh! Look at my brain, Officer Qi is now a popular figure in front of Gold and, it's been several years since he's interacted with the brothers from before, I guess he wants to distance himself from us. I'm being presumptuous by asking for help!"

This was a roundabout way of reminding him to remember his mission and not to think that just because he entered the police station and became a police officer for a few years, he'd really become a good person. Without Han Chen, he wouldn't be where he is today!

"Brother Chen, get to the point, don't mess with me!"

Qi Shan spoke very directly.

For him, these intrigues were at most after-dinner entertainment, at most an interesting game. If he wanted to play for a while, he would participate, if he didn't want to play, he could jump out at any time.

Qi Shan inherited this identity, unlike Liu Jianming, Lin Guodong and other undercover agents.

His development wasn't very good. Everyone graduated from police academy, but Liu Jianming and Lin Guodong were good at maneuvering, relying on seniority and accumulating merit, they were already considered to be rising smoothly.

Only Qi Shan was still honestly upgrading step by step, and after several years, he was still just a small detective in the Serious Crime Unit.

Moreover, the Serious Crime Unit and the Anti-Triad Unit were two different things, and the relationship with Han Chen's side was not very big.

It was only recently that Qi Shan was suddenly transferred to Huang Sir's team.

This time he received Han Chen's attention.

It seemed that the other party just wanted to test him to see if this chess piece that had been placed many years ago was still useful.

"Okay, since you're so straightforward, then I won't beat around the bush. Tonight at 10:30, Tsuen Wan's 'Firehead Bro' is meeting someone to play mahjong in the old building behind Kowloon City. These bastards dare to set up a table openly in my territory, help me take care of them."

The name "Firehead Bro" was not very familiar, but some intelligence information was mixed in with the previous memories, and after a little search, it was found.

Don't let the name "Firehead Bro" fool you, he's actually just a small lackey of a rotten guy, but he sells more laundry detergent and banknotes, and Firehead Bro is also more open-handed, so he has gathered a lot of manpower.

This guy's boss, Black Ghost, used to be a hall master-level figure under Ni Kun, and was originally loyal.

But after Ni Kun died, he became a little restless, and Ni Yongxiao used a trick to get rid of him.

Firehead Bro was more courageous, and before the distribution of power, he instigated his subordinates to seize a large area of territory.

The boss above acquiesced, and Han Chen was embarrassed to bully the younger generation, so he watched Firehead Bro grow bigger step by step.

Originally, they were at peace, but in the past two years, Han Chen's power has expanded, and the business has become bigger and bigger, and the conflict of interest between the two has gradually become apparent.

Then the purpose of Han Chen's call today is self-evident.

"Understood!" Qi Shan agreed very readily.

So readily that the other side of the phone was silent for a while, seemingly considering whether the character Qi Shan showed was real or deliberately cultivated? What is the meaning behind it?

But there was too little information, Han Chen was just a shrewd boss, not a great hero, so he didn't figure anything out.

"Then I'll wait for Officer Qi's good news!"

"Watch the news, Brother Chen!"

After speaking, Qi Shan hung up the phone.

He got up, took the coffee, walked to the window, looked at the bustling streets outside, looked at the hawkers pushing carts and selling beef offal along the street, looked at the roads with gradually increasing traffic, and pondered Han Chen's meaning in his heart.

In Qi Shan's opinion, this call was a bit of a misstep.

Inside the police station, he had already arranged several cases overtly and covertly. Although he didn't know which one could play a role at a critical moment, they were all much stronger than Qi Shan's position.

Of course, after so many years, even if he was tired, he couldn't confirm who his comrades were, just like Liu Jianming in the plot, who didn't realize that Lin Guodong was also his accomplice until the last moment.

Han Chen's phone call could represent the situation, and it could also represent the signal to activate his hidden chess piece.

Qi Shan had been a detective for many years, but Han Chen had never appeared, not even as much as when he first patrolled the streets.

As soon as he was transferred to Huang Sir's hands, Han Chen's tentative task was immediately thrown out. Isn't this obviously going against Huang Sir?

That is to say, Han Chen will definitely have a big move recently, otherwise it is impossible to activate himself just in case.

Qi Shan took a sip of coffee. Could it be that the deal with the Thais is about to begin?

Around 10:00 in the evening.

Qi Shan appeared on the rooftop of Kowloon City, wearing a light blue suit, holding a goblet in his hand, and his hair was combed meticulously. He looked like a rich and handsome man attending a banquet.

Han Chen's information was very accurate, Firehead Bro did open a gambling den here, and there were many customers.

The area of the old building was not small, and the crisscrossing illegal buildings made the governance even more chaotic. From a distance, you could see various small advertisements crisscrossing the walls, whether it was for massage, locksmithing, or making fake certificates, no matter what you needed, you could find a phone number on the wall.

There was a thick layer of urine stains in several hidden corners. Without getting close, you knew that the smell in the corridor must be very unpleasant.

Qi Shan struck a pose. A fat man with greasy hair and powder on his face, wearing an obviously ill-fitting suit, and carrying a small briefcase, sneaked into the old building from the corner, looking like a thief.

He saw the fat man skillfully walk up, and rhythmically knocked on an inconspicuous iron door.

The iron door did not open, but the anti-theft door opposite opened, and a fierce-looking man came out, looking up and down at the fat man, "What are you doing?"

The fat man turned his head and saw the strong man, and was taken aback. He wiped his face with a handkerchief while smiling ingratiatingly: "The night is long and I can't sleep, I want to come and play!"

"Do you know what place this is?"

"I come here often, I come here often, you can ask Big Mouth Monkey!"

Hearing the name 'Big Mouth Monkey,' the strong man relaxed a bit, glanced at the briefcase the fat man was holding under his arm, and stepped aside, saying, "Come in!"

"Okay, okay!"

The fat man nodded repeatedly and scurried inside!

The next second, a middle-aged woman who was walking suddenly turned into a phone booth, picked up the phone, and skillfully pressed three keys.

"Is this the police emergency center? I want to report a case! I was walking on the street just now, and suddenly I heard a man next to me on the phone.

He said he had finally gotten hold of plastic explosives and was planning to go down in flames tonight!"

… …

"That's right, I heard it very clearly. He said 'plastic explosives'!"

My location? I'm in the old building behind Kowloon City right now. That man went up there two minutes ago. He looks like a greasy-haired salesman, a bit fat, wearing an ill-fitting suit. I didn't see the exact color because it's very late now!"

… …

"My name, my name, that's not necessary, right! I'm just a concerned citizen, reminding you in case something really happens, so at least my conscience won't be troubled!"

After saying this, the middle-aged woman hung up the phone directly, pushed the door open, and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

On the other side, Qi Shan dialed a number, directly to the office.

The person who answered the phone was a gentle male voice, but he was a bit older, with a slightly hoarse tone.

"West District Serious Crimes Unit!"

"Uncle Bin! It's Qi Shan. I was strolling around Kowloon City just now and accidentally overheard a fat man saying he wanted to take someone down with him, and he mentioned plastic explosives a few times. I think we might have encountered an extremist! How many brothers are on duty in the team right now? I need two people to help me!"

Uncle Bin immediately became nervous upon hearing this: "Bombings are no small matter, so don't act rashly! Are you sure the bombing is real? If someone just said it casually, you might not be able to bear the responsibility!"

Qi Shan said, "I considered this point, which is why I didn't directly call the police emergency center for support.

I originally wanted to call Huang Sir directly, but then I thought he should be asleep at this hour!

That's why I thought of asking my own brothers directly. Well, you give a shout, however many people there are, have them rush to Kowloon City as soon as possible…"

Before Qi Shan could finish speaking, several windows on the sixth floor of the old building in the back alley suddenly exploded, spewing out large fireballs.

The fire soared into the sky, and the huge explosive shockwave reverberated like a bolt from the blue, scaring the idlers strolling around.

Qi Shan's lips curled up slightly, and his tone became anxious, speeding up his speech: "Not good, Uncle Bin, it's too late, the old building has already been bombed, call the ambulances and police cars directly!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and Qi Shan turned around and left.

A few minutes later, against the backdrop of fire and black smoke, ambulances and police cars rushed into the back alley of Kowloon City with their sirens blaring.

— — — —

The next morning, when Qi Shan pushed open the office door.

He found all his colleagues were there.

Uncle Bin was the first to get up, walked over and patted Qi Shan's shoulder hard, shook his head with praise in his eyes, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The rest of his colleagues looked at Qi Shan, stared for a while, and then returned to their original states.

Qi Shan was expressionless, but he secretly chuckled in his heart.

They're probably wondering!

Huang Zhicheng walked out of the office, pointed at Qi Shan, and beckoned with his finger.

Qi Shan shrugged and quickly walked over.

He knocked on the door and pushed it open, entering Huang Zhicheng's office.

"Sir, you were looking for me?"

Huang Zhicheng leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, covered his face with his hands, slowly rubbing it, his whole person exuding a sense of exhaustion.

"About last night, why didn't you think of calling me?"

Qi Shan said: "I wasn't too sure. It was just something I overheard, just a few words, and I felt there were some suspicious points, so I called Uncle Bin for help, but it was already too late!"

Huang Zhicheng shook his head: "In any case, your alertness last night is still commendable, but there were some errors in the procedure.

If there's a problem, even if it's just hearsay, you can directly call the police emergency center!

Do you know that when you called the office, a woman also called the police, saying she thought someone might have plastic explosives.

Then, a few minutes later, the old building behind Kowloon City exploded.

By the time the bomb disposal team received the call, the ambulances and police cars were already on the scene! Do you know who died?"

Qi Shan nodded: "After the explosion yesterday, I went to the nearby area and did a simple investigation with some businesses.

Someone revealed that those rooms on the sixth floor were actually a gambling den, run by someone under Ni Yongxiao named Huotou!"

Huang Zhicheng was slightly stunned: "Kowloon Huotou?"

"Seems like there's such a name! I received news before that Huotou and Han Chen seem to be at odds.

Especially recently, because of business matters, the situation has become increasingly serious. Do you think this matter might be related to Han Chen?"

Huang Zhicheng slowly placed his hand on his chin and pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Which informant said that?"

Qi Shan said: "Boss, are you kidding me! Informants, that kind of thing is very private. How can I tell you without giving them benefits!"

Huang Zhicheng looked up in surprise.

In his impression, Qi Shan was a relatively steady old-school policeman, usually just seeing him going to work, getting off work, and running around with his colleagues, almost never standing out.

How did he suddenly become so bold?

Although strange, Huang Zhicheng didn't think much about it.

After all, what he said was right. For the police, deceiving people is key to solving cases.

Huang Zhicheng looked at Qi Shan and said: "If you can solve a major case this year, I'll recommend you to take the inspector exam at the end of the year!"

Qi Shan said very straightforwardly: "Thank you, Sir!"

Finally, he took out a business card from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Huang Zhicheng glanced at it and said: "Dragon Cat Detective Agency? Private detective?"

"That's right! But don't underestimate him. This kid nicknamed Dragon Cat really has some amazing connections. He usually knows a thing or two about these under-the-surface matters!"

Huang Zhicheng nodded.

"I have the same name as this kid, and I got to know him after chatting a few times! If he doesn't admit it, Sir, just mention my name, it should be useful!"

After speaking, Qi Shan saluted and pushed the door out.

Huang Zhicheng fiddled with the business card, "Private detective, ha, interesting!"