Hong Kong Island Old Events

At night, Wai Ji carried a rattan box and stooped into a villa in Wong Tai Sin District: "Inspector Gao."

Detective Inspector Gao Yong of Wong Tai Sin District was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He stood up, opened his arms and greeted warmly: "Brother Chicken."

"I haven't seen you for a long time." Waiji put the rattan box on the table and sighed: "Today is different from the past."

Gao Yong picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it over: "Yes..."

Crooked Chicken took the tea, took a sip, and sighed: "If I hadn't asked for something, I wouldn't have dared to come to your door."

"Here is 500,000 Hong Kong dollars. The brothers raised it together. I hope Brother Yong will help the brothers on the dock for the sake of his fellow countrymen."

Gao Yong sighed: "How can I help?"

Waiji said: "If the police force wants to go to Tseung Kwan O Pier, it will definitely be in Kwun Tong. Wong Tai Sin will mobilize troops. The Kwun Tong District Detective is from Chaoshan. We can't handle it, but as long as Brother Yong is sure to help, we can delay time... "

"Uh-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 towards the hall and said slowly: "Brother Chicken."

Waiji sat on the sofa, his wrist trembled, he almost stopped holding the cup, and shouted with horror on his face: "Sir He!"

"Why did you invite me here through Inspector Gao?" He Dingxian held a cigarette in his hand, walked down the stairs step by step, and asked aloud: "Hurry up, I'm very busy."

Waiji swallowed and turned to look at Gao Yong: "Gao, Inspector Gao..."

Gao Yong's expression did not change and he said: "Since Chief He is here in person, just say what you have to say."

Waiji'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 sold me! I didn't ask you to ask Chief He to come!"

"If you want to kill or behead me, do it."

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

"I'm very happy that you came to me today."

"So, I specially called Chief He here to give you a chance to make a comeback. Don't go all the way to the end."

Crooked Chicken cursed: "Fart!"

"Thankfully, I kept speaking for you in front of Brother Tao. I really mistrusted you!"

He Dingxian came to the hall and asked in a calm tone: "Who is Brother Tao? Isn't he very majestic! He will be dead in two days, what's the use?"

"Aji, let me ask again, are you here to see me today?" He Dingxian stood in front of a counter and pressed his fingers twice on the radio.

"Crack!"

The tape begins to return and play again.

"Brother Ji... What's the matter with your appointment with me through Inspector Gao..." Although the sound quality is poor, the words are very clear and can be heard completely.

The radio was recording just now!

Waiji suddenly turned pale and his eyes were extremely nervous. He Dingxian turned around and asked, "If you don't plan to talk about it, then I will cut the tape afterwards and give it to Yong Tao as a gift."

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

The crooked chicken trembled, and his mouth was speechless, which was self-evident.

No matter whether the Dongguan Gang wins or loses, they will definitely kill him if they get the tape! Even if he knew it was He Dingxian who framed him, he would still take the opportunity to annex his power.

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

Waiji was so pressed that he couldn't breathe. He Dingxian sat on the single sofa and whispered softly: "Go on, give yourself a chance, and always think about your wife and children."

Crooked Chicken felt as if all his strength had been drained. He leaned on the sofa in defeat and lowered his head and said: "Tung Yi Hall plans to send the brothers to Dong Fook and Dong Ying, and then Dong Fook and Dong Ying will gather small groups to occupy the place. Pier, don’t plan to go down.”

"interesting."

He Dingxian raised his eyebrows and said appreciatively: "My brain is not in vain, what next?"

"Then... Yongtao will unite all Dongzitou to establish a new brand, fly a banner of 'Dongxing', and continue to develop the power of Dongzitou. As long as the first wave drives the police force off the dock, other associations will not be willing to do so. Get off the pier." Waiji said: "At that time, there will be fifty or sixty thousand people in Dongxing, together with Heji, Xinji, and hundreds of thousands of people, you will not dare to do anything casually."

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

If the "Crooked Chicken" of Dongying News Society didn't feel that he had been friends with him for more than ten years, he could be used at critical moments.

This move can really catch the police force off guard!

But being thoughtful in everything and lacking the courage to fight hard is a shortcoming in itself.

Things are accomplished through secrets, and failures are revealed through words.

He Dingxian's gains may seem accidental, but in fact they are inevitable. The stronger party will definitely be more likely to catch the weaknesses of the weaker party.

"Are you done?" He Dingxian looked at Waiji and flicked the ashes of his cigarette. Gao Yong turned his eyes to Waiji. Waiji's back went cold and he said, "Yong Tao found a ghost inspector from the customs as his backer. When the police team went to the dock, An inspector will order an interception."

"This..." Gao Yong's pupils narrowed and he smelled danger. As long as Inspector Gui Lao stood on the pier or did not lead a team to intercept, the Chinese police did not dare to shoot. The situation would change immediately.

He Dingxian asked: "How can you be sure that you are from the customs?"

Waiji bravely said: "Yong Tao didn't say anything. He only said that he had a new backer. But we are all hanging out on the dock. How can we not know who the new backer is?"

"Originally, the club has to deal with the customs and marine police. It's normal to know some customs captains. If you have a good relationship, you can call them brothers, and your backers will not pop up for no reason. I even know who the captain is!"

He Dingxian fell into silence for a while, because what Waiji said was too reasonable. There is no temporary backer in society, and it takes time to maintain the background.

Therefore, the new backer does not mean that he is a new person, it just means that someone among the people he knew before is willing to help him.

Although the police did not eat a penny from the customs when they went to the dock, it would undoubtedly erode the power of the customs. It is normal for some people in the customs department to be dissatisfied. If they did not come out to object openly, they would already be giving face to the police.

Even if the police force still distributes money to the customs, what will happen?

Who holds the accounts in hand.

Who is showing off!

"What's the name of that captain?" He Dingxian narrowed his eyes and asked aloud, and the crooked chicken replied: "The English name is Karl, and the Chinese name is Zhang Shihui!"

"good."

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

"In the future, the leading position of Dongxing Society will belong to Waiji."

He strode out of the villa.

After he left, Waiji relaxed slightly, leaned against the chair and sighed.

Gao Yong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him and said, "Brother Ji, don't think too much. In a few days, you will be happily employed and can drink water with peace of mind."

Waiji sighed: "Dongguan's help is over."

Gao Yong shook his head: "It will be over if we keep fighting, but don't we still have us in the Dongguan Gang now? We can't just vote for Chief He and not speak Dongguan dialect. We are not Dongguan people!"

Waiji looked at him with disdain: "I really can't tell that you are actually imitating someone's curve to help!"

"Brother Ji, put your banana in a straight position before my wife sees it." 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. It was not necessarily just to protect the prefix "Dong". He might be planning to fish in troubled waters and seize the dock.

The East prefix wants to drive away wolves and swallow tigers, but in fact it is attracting wolves into the house!

Three days later, at noon, Ho Ting-hsien was sitting at the door of an open-air food stall in Kwun Tong District, eating a shrimp chop rice. When he saw a team member from the Customs Department walking out, he suddenly raised his wrist, lifted his cuffs, and looked at the time: "Ten Two o'clock, sixteen minutes."

"Uh-huh!"

A car suddenly stopped on the street. Two plainclothes agents wearing jackets rushed out of the car and sandwiched a ghost guy from the Customs Department. A plainclothes agent handed over his ID and said: "From the Mong Kok Criminal Division. Under the order of the Chief Inspector of the Anti-Corruption Office, I would like to ask Sir Carl to come with me to Mong Kok."

As the captain of the customs, "Karl" Ghost had the same rank as the police inspector. When he saw the two plainclothes agents approaching, he immediately showed a vigilant expression and shouted: "The police have no right to manage the customs. Your actions violate the regulations." !”

He stepped back and reached for the gun bag on his waist. Several customs officers around him quickly gathered around the officer, all ready to draw out their guns and stop him.

Today, the Hong Kong government would not have established an anti-corruption office if it were not for the purpose of supervising the Chinese in the police force. The remaining disciplinary forces are mainly composed of ghosts.

There is no anti-corruption department.

How could the customs captain be easily controlled by the Chinese criminal team?

But when the customs officers drew their guns and resisted, two police officers from the crime squad armed with submachine guns jumped out of the car and pointed their guns at the ghost guy in front of them.

The ghost guys turned pale and froze in their movements, watching Captain Carl being invited into the car by two Chinese policemen.

"Two minutes, very good." He Dingxian closed his sleeves, put down his arms, stood up and said: "Boss, pay the bill."

The customs ghost actually planned to interfere, so he didn't need to be polite, because the customs ghost was competing for food with the police ghosts.

Report the news to higher-ups.

Ge Bai came out to the platform as a sign. As Chief Inspector Ge Bai, he could easily suppress an inspector-level captain.

If the customs officials had any objections, they could go to the top brass of the police force to put pressure, but by then, the police force had already successfully taken over the pier.

Before He Dingxian got into the car, he told Lardboy: "Let Chao Yiyong and Lao Fu do it!"

"I got it, Brother Xian." Lardboy respectfully bent down and closed the car door for the boss, watched the boss's car leave, and then waved to a younger brother: "Let me tell you boss, it's time."

"Understood, brother." The younger brother agreed quickly, turned around and ran towards the pier. The Customs Department is located very close to the Tseung Kwan O pier. Firstly, it is convenient for police boats to berth, and secondly, it is convenient for fishing oil and water.

At the pier, Chao Yiyong Red Stick "Chaozhou Porridge" was sitting at the door of a tea stall, sipping tea. After receiving the news 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 your work!" He walked out of the tea stall with a machete in his hand. In the tea stall, all the muscular men with fierce eyes stood up, all holding machetes in their hands. At the next intersection, a group of more than two hundred people came towards him. The man's soldiers and horses are led by the old friend "Baifanyu".