Hong Kong Island Old Events

Laundry Street.

Wo Lian Building, a unit on the third floor, Tung Fook Club gambling stall. A group of gamblers hid in the room, placing bets, looking at cards, smoking and shouting. Two horse boys sat on benches and guarded the door. From time to time, patrolling boys walked back and forth around the gaming table.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Pfft!" There was a loud knock on the door, which made the steel door bang and reverberated. The gatekeeper cursed and stood up: "TMD, what a bad guy!"

A roar sounded at the door: "Delivery from the tea restaurant!"

"Diao, we agreed not to order delivery." Ma Zai looked impatient, opened the movable gate with his hand, and shouted in an arrogant tone: "Get out!"

The muzzle of a cold gun was inserted into the entrance gate, less than three centimeters away from his nose. The next moment, a cold and solemn voice came: "Open the door."

Ma Zai looked at the muzzle of the gun and the figure behind him. He couldn't help but have his Adam's apple roll, swallowed his saliva and froze on the spot.

"Will you open the door or should I shoot?" Yan Xiong asked again.

"I, I'll open the door..." Ma Zai reached out tremblingly to touch the door lock. He had already taken advantage of the situation and took half a step back. Just when he was about to turn around and call someone, a voice came from the door again: "Don't risk your life, my gun It must be faster than you!"

Ma Zai's little thought was completely extinguished, and he simply opened the lock bolt of the steel door. As soon as the lock bolt moved out of the lock, he kicked it open with a heavy kick from the outside: "Pfft!"

The steel door was completely kicked open, and Ma Zai stumbled to the ground. Immediately afterwards, fifteen plainclothes agents were like sheep, drawing their guns and shouting: "Don't move!"

"Police inspection!"

More than a dozen uniformed police officers followed closely behind, pulled out their batons, and rushed forward. The sticks fell like raindrops on the chaotic crowd. Some gamblers were shocked by the inspection and quickly picked up the Hong Kong dollars in front of them and ran away. The gamblers panicked and bumped heads against each other. Some gamblers crawled under the table and cleverly avoided being beaten.

As a large number of police officers broke into the previously bustling gambling stalls, there was a scream like a frying pan exploding, and many gamblers who tried to run away were knocked unconscious with sticks.

The uniformed policemen were ordered to handle the case and would not be polite to gamblers. The plainclothes policemen opened the safety cover and stared at the dozen stall stall boys who came forward with knives, raising their guns with both hands and issuing a warning: "Put down the knife!"

"Put down the knife!"

Yan Xiong even opened his voice and roared domineeringly: "Bald guy!"

"Brother Xiong."

The person in charge of the gambling stall lost his momentum, stopped putting the knife, and said with an unwilling expression: "Can you give me a way to survive? The boss has said harsh words."

"What a coincidence, our boss has also committed suicide." Yan Xiong still raised the gun with both hands and said with wolf-like eyes: "If you dare to cut off our boss's financial path, you must know that our boss has a temper!"

Normal gambling stalls don’t encounter inspections once a year, and they occasionally put hundreds of dollars in bets just to show off. However, black gambling stalls do not pay fees and operate without a license. There is no difference between them and not paying taxes. Gamblers definitely prefer them. For regular gambling stalls, illegal gambling stalls will deliberately offer high odds in order to attract customers, attracting gamblers who do not care about the risks.

Right now, there is at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan in gambling money in the gambling stall. If it is taken away by the police all at once, the loss will be huge and the gambling stall will be closed down.

Originally, Tung Fu Club and Tung Ying Club had opened their stalls for almost a month, but the police had not taken action. I thought they could run it for a year and a half, make a fortune, and then move the gamblers to the East Tsim Sha Tsui district. Unexpectedly, The police force took action without any warning.

The bald boy's chest rose and fell violently, and he said with rapid breathing: "Brother Xiong, take half of the gambling equipment and gambling money and leave. How about letting them go?"

"If you have any questions, let my boss talk to Detective He. Maybe we can have dinner together in the future..."

At this time, a gambler suddenly rushed out of the room with a bag of money, climbed to an open window, and tried to escape by climbing through the window and along the rain eaves.

"boom!"

A shot rang out.

The plainclothes detective had steady hands, decisive movements, and a determined look in his eyes. He had obviously been warned before leaving and fired without hesitation.

The gambler even rolled over and rolled downstairs without even a scream. The only sounds downstairs were the shouts of uniformed police.

The bald boy finally gave up after seeing this scene, and let go of his hand. The sound of the blade clanking to the ground resounded in the room.

Yan Xiong sneered and said, "Who can negotiate terms with me?"

The bald boy gritted his teeth: "You are raising us like pigs, and you will kill us when we are fattened..."

However, Yan Xiong released his hold on the gun, held the gun with one hand, and turned around and said: "All gambling equipment was confiscated, the venue was sealed and registered, and all the gambling people present were taken to the police station. The gambling funds are left here for the bald guy to take back." Give it to his boss." He glanced sideways at the bald boy's face.

The bald boy's expression changed again and again, and he was speechless for a moment.

When the police normally seize illegal gambling stalls, they will confiscate all gambling funds and gambling equipment, but they will not take away the gamblers. The gamblers are customers of the gambling stalls and even the police force. If they are ruthless and offend the gamblers, no one in the jurisdiction will dare to gamble. , gamblers will go to gambling stalls in other districts.

As a result, the revenue from gambling stalls in the jurisdiction has dropped sharply, which is of no benefit to the society or the police force. It will only benefit the police in other districts.

Now the police are doing the opposite. Instead of confiscating gambling funds, they only take away gambling equipment, gamblers, and of course the spectators. The reason is to tell the gamblers in Mong Kok District that you are responsible for regulating stall gambling. It doesn't matter, you just can't gamble at illegal gambling stalls. If you want to gamble, you can only gamble in places designated by the police!

At the same time, the gambling funds that are most valued by the society are left at the stall, so as not to give the society an excuse to make things worse.

If a society wants to cause trouble, it must take into account the influence of the world and the society's brand name.

The police didn't beat them to death, so how could they make the matter worse?

If a stall collects gambling money for its own use, it will destroy the reputation of the stall. If the gambling money is returned to the gamblers, the gamblers may not buy it.

The police force will not let the gamblers go according to the law. Once they enter the police station, they will have to peel off their skins even if they are not dead. Just look at the fear and panic in the eyes of the gamblers at this time.

Once gamblers go to the designated stalls to gamble, the money and water will go into the pockets of the police force. It is meaningless to open the black stalls. The police force's way of doing things is really clever!

The Mongkok Jianghu had already expected Inspector He's high profile, but they did not expect that Inspector He would respond with such a sophisticated approach, changing the image of Inspector He as ruthless and unscrupulous in the eyes of the Jianghu community.

"When He Dingxian became the detective, he really showed his taste and official power." In a loan shark company on Portland Street, Fang Mentong, a clerk from Dongfu Society, sat on a stool with his bare legs and rubbed his hands. He was scratching his leg hair and holding a cigarette in one hand. He was obviously complimenting the person but his face was terribly dark. The bald boy stood in front of him dejectedly: "Brother Tong, what should I do?"

"First find a way to fish out the gamblers and return the gambling money in proportion. There is no other way. If you want to find food in Mong Kok, you can kneel down." Sangmentong has always been a despicable person who is good at doing evil things. I didn't know what was coming to my mind, and my tone became timid: "I can't beat him this time, I can only be played by him. I have to find a qualified boss to support me, otherwise I will be scratched."

He was quite clear in his heart, and the big boss he was talking about was definitely not the boss of the chamber of commerce, but if he carried out a few elders of the Dongfu Society, he might be able to save his life.

You know, there are still several districts in Kowloon District that are currently in the hands of Inspector Dongguan Hua. If Chief Inspector Chen wants to replace them, it is impossible to replace them all in one wave. They have to do it one by one. During this period, there are many places that can be used. For now, the Dongguan Gang still has some residual power that can be used at the level of Kowloon detectives.

Of course, he vaguely felt that He Dingxian had no intention of taking his life, otherwise no one would be able to save him! But the name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and what Brother Xian once did are all there. Who wouldn’t be frightened after losing a bet?

"Boss, do you still want to do what you guys prepared before?" the bald boy reminded him quietly.

Sangmentong kicked him in the stomach: "The opponent is so tall, why are you so stupid! The situation is different, everyone is looking for food, if you jump out and do something big, other societies will not tolerate you, even if you pull He Dingxian If we get off our horses, our whole family will die too.”

"You want the Yan family shovel not to involve me! The remaining energy He Dingxian has is reserved for nailing our coffin! Do you understand!"

The bald boy held his stomach and took a few steps back. It didn't matter whether he understood it or not, he didn't dare to speak...

The gambling stall in Wo Lian Building was just one location where the police conducted operations. In one day, the police inspected seven venues and arrested more than 200 gamblers and more than 40 girls from different stalls.

They targeted the illegal stalls of Tung Fook Society and Tung Ying Society. Due to police restrictions and other considerations, the police did not sweep the places in one day, but chose to put pressure on the two societies one day at a time, which was quite a bit forcing people to bow their heads and beg for mercy. situation.

Yan Xiong stood at the door of the office area, holding a list in his hand and slowly checking it. The corridor in front of him from beginning to end was full of arrestees squatting on both sides with their heads covered and their faces covered in silence and apprehension.

After reading the list, he looked back and handed the list to Meng Yuanda. He said in a cold but serious tone: "Screen the family background and let go if you are relevant. If it doesn't matter, pay the money and leave. If no one comes to pay, take it." Take the case.”

"Miss, transfer it to Chao Yiyong. Remember to ask Chao Yiyong for the transfer fee, and then deport a few undocumented people. The chief asked us to do something nice."

Meng Yuanda took the list and nodded happily: "Don't worry, I'll do it."

Yan Xiong relied on his practical ability to unknowingly take the lead among the four detectives.

When he turned around and went to the detective's office to prepare a report, he learned that the detective was away from the police station on official business, so he simply returned to the office to assist with official duties.

This time the police force has really done something practical. At least it has really cracked down on gambling. Even if the purpose is not simple, but the gambling equipment returned can be considered a credit.

It can be seen that if you really make up your mind to crack down on crime in Hong Kong Island, you will encounter the greatest resistance. I am afraid that the whole world will jump out to beat you, so similar "credit" should not be too much, just appropriate. So doesn't the illegal industry further prove the incompetence of the police force?

At this moment, in the film company in Yau Ma Tei, Wu Shihao and Zhu Luzai were sitting next to each other, looking at the big boss who was slowly making tea in front of him with a relaxed face, and the atmosphere suddenly became very subtle.

He Dingxian finished his kung fu tea moves like Guan Gong's patrolling the city, and then he asked slowly: "Ah Hao."

"You didn't bring me durian when you came back this time?"