Chapter 199: Another Conflict Between the Police and ICAC?
Wong Bing-Yiu hung up Li Fu's call and let out a long sigh of relief.
Having dealt with Lin Feng for so many years, he knew exactly who was under Lin Feng.
Li Fu was truly Lin Feng's right-hand man. As for his current right-hand man, Lok Tin-hung, he was just a kid.
Although Li Fu didn't show off, everyone at West Kowloon Police Headquarters knew Li Fu's file.
He was a battle-hardened veteran who had truly survived the battlefield, and what was particularly alarming was his incredibly high skill.
The video from the Grand Hyatt Hotel could also serve as evidence.
Li Fu was a steady person, just like Lin Feng. If he said there was no problem, then there was no problem.
There was no longer a Fong Heung-tung in this world.
As for why Li Fu called and not Lin Feng... well, Lin Feng was probably sleeping at this hour.
Chief Huang truly breathed a sigh of relief; the crisis at West Kowloon Police Headquarters was temporarily averted.
If it hadn't been for Lin Feng's reminder, he would never have imagined that his old partner, Lam Ho-Tin, could be morally blackmailed by his subordinates.
In fact, Wong Bing-Yiu still understood Lam Ho-Tin.
With only a few thousand dollars a month for living expenses, and having to risk their lives daily on the front lines with triad members and drug dealers, if they were injured or sacrificed, who would support the remaining orphans and widows?
Just like Miao Guohua from Lam Ho-Tin's team, who was shot while pursuing the Chaozhou Guy and Fong Heung-tung, and only woke up after a long rescue.
It was precisely this experience of being shot that gave him a sense of uncertainty, so he accepted the stolen goods from Jak Jai Ming and Tau Pei.
Nothing more than Miao Guohua wanting to leave something behind for his wife and children.
If he sacrificed himself, his family could at least live a little better.
Wong Bing-Yiu understood their thoughts, but he absolutely could not tolerate such actions.
If it were peacetime, he would have immediately suspended Lam Ho-Tin and investigated each member of their team.
Anyway, according to Lam Ho-Tin's confession, only Huang Zhenbang in their team had not embezzled or taken any of this money.
As for why Huang Zhenbang didn't report it... Wong Bing-Yiu could also understand.
If he had reported it, he would be a snitch, and no one in the Police Force would respect him.
Furthermore, Lam Ho-Tin was his prospective father-in-law, and Tau Pei, Jak Jai Ming, and Miao Guohua were brothers in life and death... In ancient times, while righteous condemnation of relatives was admirable, the traditional moral concept was to protect one's kin.
Even now, such matters are recognized.
"Old Lin, ah, Old Lin... I hope this incident serves as a warning to him."
Times are different now. In the past, Wong Bing-Yiu would have used decisive measures to set things straight, but now, being closely watched by the ICAC and the Security Bureau, there naturally couldn't be any internal issues.
Lam Ho-Tin's team had to be clean; even if it wasn't, it had to become clean.
This led to the current situation—he was fine!
Wong Bing-Yiu did not punish him; instead, he asked Lin Feng for help in resolving the matter.
Lin Feng was extremely angry with the drug traffickers, and since Wong Bing-Yiu had come to him for help, he naturally had to give them enough face.
So Li Fu was dispatched, and Fong Heung-tung "disappeared." It was as simple as that.
The Police Station's crisis was resolved. Wong Bing-Yiu was about to go to sleep when he suddenly felt something was off.
Wait, something seemed wrong.
Wong Bing-Yiu suddenly thought of a question—wasn't the speed of Thunder Security in Causeway Bay ridiculously fast?!
That was an elite team from the ICAC's enforcement arm, all composed of Foreigners.
Rumor has it they were retired from the Anglo-Saxon army.
Their firearm protection and configuration were naturally a notch higher than ordinary detectives.
When Li Fu called, he didn't seem to mention such things at all, only that Fong Heung-tung was gone.
"What's going on?"
"Did Li Fu lie to me? Was the mission not completed?"
"Impossible! Lin Feng's reputation cannot be tarnished."
"Then did Li Fu succeed in his operation, and Fong Heung-tung was eliminated?"
"But why is my heart so uneasy?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was particularly agitated and uneasy.
He thought and thought but couldn't figure it out. He looked at his wrist and saw it was almost four o'clock.
Go to sleep quickly—but how could he sleep!
Wong Bing-Yiu was a Chief who had been promoted from the front lines, and he knew very well what front-line officers had to face.
He unconsciously put himself in their shoes, and no matter how he thought about it, it seemed difficult to quietly remove Fong Heung-tung from a certain location.
Too many things to consider, and the difficulty was too great.
One slip-up, and traces could be left behind.
Wong Bing-Yiu simply got out of bed and repeatedly replayed the scenario. What dumbfounded him was that the more he replayed it, the more confused he became, unable to understand how the other party had managed to do it.
He vaguely reached breakfast time and, out of helplessness, had to get dressed, wash up, eat, and go to work.
He originally wanted to report this news to Lam Ho-Tin, telling him not to be so troubled and to put his mind at ease and work well, but on second thought, he was still uneasy and planned to wait until after noon, when Lin Feng woke up, to consult him properly.
Nothing more than everyone in the jiangang knowing that Lin Feng couldn't wake up before noon.
Wong Bing-Yiu was restless, and even his beloved gun held no appeal.
However, right up until noon, when work was about to end, there was still not a single piece of news.
Just as the Chief had relaxed, someone suddenly rushed in:
"Chief, there's an emergency in a certain area of West Kowloon."
Wong Bing-Yiu's heart tightened:
"What's the situation?"
Kang Daohang quickly explained:
"A citizen reported that there were dead people in a unit somewhere in West Kowloon. Security personnel said four people died, and they were all Foreigners."
"The important thing is that they were all shot."
"Killed with one shot!"
Wong Bing-Yiu was slightly stunned and quickly said:
"Let's go, let's all go and see."
Kang Daohang was surprised:
"Chief, do you need to go personally?"
Wong Bing-Yiu shook his head:
"No, I'd better see it with my own eyes."
"Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."
"They're Foreigners!"
"The Governors Office probably won't sleep tonight."
Wong Bing-Yiu glared at him:
"Can't I be bored?"
"Hurry up and lead the way, why so much nonsense?"
Kang Daohang was helpless and could only let Wong Bing-Yiu go.
So Wong Bing-Yiu followed Kang Daohang's team to a certain unit, but as soon as they entered, both their expressions changed.
Zhuo Kai from Kang Daohang's team said:
"Chief, these Foreigners have problematic identities; they are all from the ICAC."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Kang Daohang's expressions changed drastically. They looked at each other, both feeling troubled.
"They are all Investigation Officers from the Enforcement Department, and one of them, William, is even the Chief Investigation Officer."
Wong Bing-Yiu immediately said:
"Where are the bodies?"
"I want to see them."
Zhuo Kai said angrily:
"This was originally our case, but they forcibly took it from us."
Wong Bing-Yiu pushed up his glasses:
"Where are the bodies?"
Zhuo Kai pouted; they were inside.
Kang Daohang asked:
"Was evidence collected?"
Zhuo Kai quickly said:
"Yes, evidence was collected."
"We found four shell casings. We'll do a ballistics test when we get back."
"But..."
"These bullets don't seem to be used by locals."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Kang Daohang exclaimed:
"Big Circle Gang?"
Zhuo Kai shook his head:
"Not the Big Circle Gang."
Wong Bing-Yiu and Kang Daohang looked at each other.
"It's a bit like Anglo-Saxon standard weapons."
Kang Daohang's heart trembled:
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Any other discoveries?"
Zhuo Kai said:
"Yes."
"After investigation, we found that there should have been another person living in that unit, but we haven't found that person, not even a trace."
"This place is too remote, no one comes here, so we can't even ask for eyewitnesses."
"But it can be confirmed... this is an ICAC safe house. They must have been protecting someone."
"The security personnel are dead, and the person being protected is gone."
"I don't know what secret operation the ICAC is carrying out."
The two slowly nodded.
Wong Bing-Yiu said with a grim face:
"Let's go and see."
However, unfortunately, Wong Bing-Yiu and his party were blocked by someone.
Wong Bing-Yiu didn't even dare to move, let alone resist.
The Deputy Commissioner of ICAC looked at Wong Bing-Yiu and said:
"Huang, the deceased inside are our colleagues. This case will be taken over by our ICAC."
Wong Bing-Yiu didn't dare to act, but he dared to speak:
"No, this is a murder case, and it's within the jurisdiction of our Police Force."
"This is West Kowloon jurisdiction. Whether those deceased are ICAC or not, I make the decisions!"
The Deputy Commissioner of ICAC looked at Wong Bing-Yiu, both angry and anxious, with a headache.
Perhaps some people don't know, but police officers are among the professions with the strongest sense of territory.
Take the police in America as an example; when federal police come to a local area, if the locals say they won't cooperate, then they won't.
Why should they cooperate with you? You're not my superior.
Wong Bing-Yiu was quite insistent. The relationship between the Police Force and the ICAC was already strained. If the ICAC came in and the Police Station immediately pulled back its investigation measures, it was highly likely that someone would manipulate the narrative and accuse them of inaction.
This kind of pressure is truly not something an ordinary person can bear.
Wong Bing-Yiu adamantly refused to take the blame for this.
The Deputy Commissioner angrily said:
"Huang Sir, we are the ICAC, and the deceased was an executive member of the ICAC."
"This was directed at us."
Wong Bing-Yiu spoke nonsense with a straight face:
"I haven't received the detailed case report yet, so I don't know who the victim in this case is, but there's no doubt that this is a criminal case."
The Deputy Commissioner grew even angrier:
"We are only accountable to the Governor; other departments have no right to obstruct us."
Wong Bing-Yiu sneered:
"No!"
"You've got some things wrong."
"Your ICAC is indeed only accountable to the Governor, and you can even investigate any corruption within the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus."
"You have that authority."
The Deputy Commissioner roared:
"Then you still dare to obstruct?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said indifferently:
"But, you only have that authority!"
The Deputy Commissioner's pupils suddenly constricted, and he forced a smile, saying:
"What?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said coldly:
"Don't you understand yet?"
"Do you want me to be clearer?"
"This is a criminal case, not a bribery case."
"And the victim is one of your ICAC personnel. According to protocol, you should recuse yourselves!"
"Still don't understand?"
The Deputy Commissioner glared at him, and the Foreigners behind him all gathered around.
Kang Daohang, Zhuo Kai, and others showed no weakness, automatically standing behind Wong Bing-Yiu.
Wong Bing-Yiu's expression grew even more indifferent:
"Do you want to spark another Police-ICAC conflict?"
"As you wish!"
"I'm not afraid to take this dispute all the way to the Governor."
"This is what the Police Force does."
He waved his hand,
"Please take them back to the Police Force for questioning."
The Deputy Commissioner was furious, completely disbelieving:
"Huang... Bing... Yao!"
He gritted out these three words, showing how angry he was.
"My team member died, and instead of seeking revenge for him, you're specifically targeting me?"
"What right do you have to make me go to the Police Force to give a statement?"
Wong Bing-Yiu looked at the Deputy Commissioner mockingly:
"Don't you know yourself?"
The Deputy Commissioner gave Wong Bing-Yiu a deep look, his mind racing.
"Did he somehow detect that I've been using Fong Heung-tung as an entry point in secret?"
"That shouldn't be!"
"I was extremely secretive."
"Even the general investigators at the ICAC don't know there's an ICAC safe house here."
Safe houses are always secret; if everyone in the unit knows about it, what kind of safe house is it?
The Deputy Commissioner concluded that Wong Bing-Yiu was bluffing him:
"What do I know?"
Wong Bing-Yiu actually sighed:
"Didn't you just say that this is your ICAC safe house, and the deceased was from your ICAC?"
"How did the killer know there was an ICAC safe house here?"
"Why did they kill someone from the ICAC's Executive Bureau?"
"What case was the deceased responsible for?"
"If our Police Force doesn't clarify these things, how can we bring justice to your people?"
"Don't tell me that as the de facto head of the ICAC, you're unaware of our Police Force's procedures... then I would be too disappointed!"
The Deputy Commissioner's face turned dark, he was so angry.
However, he secretly breathed a long sigh of relief:
"He really doesn't know about Fong Heung-tung."
Wong Bing-Yiu said to the Deputy Commissioner with a serious expression:
"Our Police Force isn't like your ICAC, only working when you get money."
"You are wealthy and powerful; we are not. Even if the money isn't allocated immediately, we still have to work."
"You invite people for coffee; we can only offer tea."
He tilted his head, signaling to his subordinates,
"Please invite the Deputy Commissioner and his colleagues to the Police Force for tea."
Kang Daohang and Zhuo Kai exchanged glances, both greatly invigorated.
They had mostly heard about police officers being invited by the ICAC for coffee, but never the other way around.
The West Kowloon Police Headquarters was setting a precedent!
Kang Daohang immediately stepped forward, extending his hand:
"Deputy Commissioner, please come with us to the Police Force to sample the tea at our West Kowloon Police Headquarters."
The Deputy Commissioner was furious:
"This is going too far!"
He pulled out his phone and made a call, his voice booming.
"Police Commissioner, how do you educate your subordinates?"
"Is this how you lead your team?"
"Even I'm being invited for tea by them?"
He ranted on and on.
After a long while, the Deputy Commissioner proudly placed his phone in front of Wong Bing-Yiu:
"Huang Sir, Police Commissioner's call."
The expressions of all the police officers changed.
Wong Bing-Yiu took the phone, looking at the morale of his subordinates, which was completely different from before.
"What are you panicking about?"
"Could Police Commissioner possibly side with outsiders?"
The Deputy Commissioner's pupils constricted.
Wong Bing-Yiu's voice was loud; Police Commissioner on the other end of the line could definitely hear him.
The Deputy Commissioner secretly thought, 'This is bad,' his eyes somewhat complex:
"I underestimated this Fatty!"
Don't assume that just because Police Commissioner is the Commissioner of the Police Force, he can order people around arbitrarily.
The good thing about being an official in the government is that everything must follow procedures, a kind of procedural justice.
If Police Commissioner dared to order Wong Bing-Yiu today to hand over this case to the Deputy Commissioner, then his position within the ICAC would inevitably be shaken—
You, the Police Commissioner of 30,000 Hong Kong police officers, are handing over a case that belongs to our jurisdiction to the ICAC?
Is the ICAC the Security Bureau?
Is the ICAC your direct superior?
That's certainly not the case, right?
Then what right do you have to hand over the case to the ICAC?
Just because you're all Foreigners?
If that were truly the case, Police Commissioner's order wouldn't even make it out of the Police Force Headquarters.
No other reason: out of over 30,000 police officers in all of Hong Kong, how many are Foreigners?
Not even one percent!
If the local police are angered, can Police Commissioner's position remain stable?
He would probably dream of returning to the era of Lui Lok and Lung Shing-pang.
The Deputy Commissioner mused:
"Now, it seems even having the Deputy Director of the Security Bureau intervene won't work."
"This Fatty Huang, no wonder he can hold down the Chief position at the West Kowloon Police Headquarters..."
Only then did Wong Bing-Yiu leisurely pick up the phone:
"Police Commissioner, what are your instructions?"
The Deputy Commissioner had guessed correctly; Police Commissioner really did hear Wong Bing-Yiu's last sentence, and his intended reprimand was abruptly changed.
"Huang Sir, what exactly happened to make the Deputy Commissioner so angry?"
"You need to be careful not to easily provoke a Police-ICAC conflict."
Wong Bing-Yiu replied very directly:
"I am merely fulfilling a police officer's duty."
"Criminal cases are not under the jurisdiction of the ICAC."
"That's our Police Force's job. The ICAC's reach is too long, and that's not good."
Police Commissioner was silent for a long time:
"The other party is the Deputy Commissioner of ICAC; after all, you'll always run into him..."
Wong Bing-Yiu thought to himself, 'I'm talking about procedures, and you're talking about personal connections?'
"The other party has considerable influence at Government House."
"Huang Sir, it's best to show leniency where possible."
Wong Bing-Yiu suddenly smiled:
"I still have to give Police Commissioner face,"
"We can not take them to the Police Station for a statement, but taking a statement at the crime scene, surely that's not a problem, right?"
"This is the biggest concession I can make... You also know that the brothers under me have a lot of resentment towards the ICAC."
"If the other party still tries to push their luck, I'm sorry, that's not possible."
"Our West Kowloon Police Headquarters has no spineless individuals."
"Nor does the entire Hong Kong Police Force have such spineless individuals."
Police Commissioner cursed in his heart:
"You're all tough, and I'm the spineless one, the fawning sycophant?"
However, his words were full of praise,
"Huang Sir, you are indeed the Chief of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, a benchmark for our Police Force. We'll do as you say."
"Hand the phone to the Deputy Commissioner."
Wong Bing-Yiu, smiling, held the phone and placed it in front of the Deputy Commissioner:
"Deputy Commissioner, our Police Commissioner has something to say to you."
The Deputy Commissioner stared deeply at Wong Bing-Yiu, his smile fading:
"...Understood!"
Then he hung up the phone.
Wong Bing-Yiu sighed:
"Deputy Commissioner, it's only for you. If it were anyone else, I would absolutely not give him this face."
***
Chapter 200: Everyone Was Scared Stiff
The Deputy Commissioner wanted to hit someone.
Plump people often give off a cheerful feeling. Most fat people are kind—but this guy in front of him was an exception.
The Deputy Commissioner had been in Hong Kong for a long time, so he naturally understood the unique subtlety of the locals, such as 'hiding a needle in cotton,' 'pointing at a mulberry to curse a locust tree,' or... taking advantage and then acting innocent!
"I will cooperate with the Police Force to make a statement." The Deputy Commissioner glared expressionlessly at Wong Bing-Yiu.
However, this caused no harm to the thick-skinned Wong Bing-Yiu.
"That's excellent. I knew the Commissioner of ICAC would strive to uphold fairness and justice."
Hmph!
The Deputy Commissioner was furious!
Wong Bing-Yiu's police rank was insignificant in his eyes. Not to mention Wong Bing-Yiu, even the Police Commissioner would be scolded by him if necessary.
The Governor's special permission allowed him to monitor all positions within the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus. The Deputy Commissioner had the right to be so arrogant.
The Chief Secretary, the Secretary for Justice, and the Financial Secretary all spoke to him as equals.
You, a mere head of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, dare to act high and mighty with me?
This was the Deputy Commissioner's psychological advantage.
He had originally thought that with his presence, all the junior police officers in front of him would obediently step aside. He never expected this fat man to be so unyielding!
The Deputy Commissioner was fully confident that he could disregard the junior police officers in front of him. Similarly, he never expected that it would be he himself who was easily controlled.
Wong Bing-Yiu waved his hand:
"All of you listen carefully, this person in front of you is the Commissioner of ICAC..."
Kang Daohang was very cooperative:
"Chief, this is the Deputy Commissioner. If we record it that way, it will be very troublesome."
Wong Bing-Yiu "glared" at him:
"Don't I know he's the Deputy Commissioner?"
"At least he's a Commissioner; you should respect him."
Kang Daohang immediately lowered his head:
"Big Sir, I was wrong."
"I will make a proper statement for this Commissioner."
The Deputy Commissioner's eyes almost shot fire.
Suddenly, he realized a sad truth: the title of Deputy Commissioner of ICAC was indeed intimidating, allowing him to monitor any civil servant in the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus.
However, when the other party doesn't care about your monitoring—when they haven't committed corruption—ICAC is just... that!
The fat man in front of him had plenty of confidence and clearly wasn't someone he could easily control.
The Deputy Commissioner's proud identity as a Commissioner was merely an identity.
Suddenly, he thought of the structure established by the Old Sir in the club—the top tier was a triumvirate centered around the Old Sir, the Deputy Commissioner, and the Deputy Director.
Next were various tools.
The Deputy Commissioner initially didn't understand why the Old Sir would involve the Deputy Director.
Wasn't he enough?
In the normal Hong Kong Government structure, ICAC was above all other government agencies. Why would they need the Security Bureau?
Now it seemed... the Old Sir was truly formidable.
While ICAC had the authority to investigate the Three Secretaries and Thirteen Bureaus, they could only investigate corruption based on orders from Government House. For other functions, they could only watch helplessly.
This was reality.
It was very, very frustrating.
The Deputy Commissioner took a deep look at the fat man in front of him, his mood calming down.
Wong Bing-Yiu was such a shrewd person. Seeing the Deputy Commissioner's expression, he immediately said:
"Kang Sir, what are you waiting for?"
"Hurry up and take the Commissioner's statement!"
"The Commissioner's time is precious."
Kang Daohang gestured vaguely:
"Commissioner, let's go over there. My questions will be quick."
The Deputy Commissioner was quickly led away.
The police officers behind Wong Bing-Yiu looked at him with reverence—Our Chief, how impressive!
The relationship between the Police Force and ICAC had never been good.
In previous years, there had even been continuous friction, with some tough individuals directly storming the ICAC building.
Yes, you read that right, the ICAC building had once been stormed by the Police Force.
However, after the Foreigner orchestrated a high-level scheme to sow discord, such a situation never occurred again.
Furthermore, in order to expand its influence, ICAC, under the Foreigner's orders, handled many cases—of course, all targeting local Hong Kong people—which earned them a great reputation.
The Police Force was actually under a lot of pressure.
Although the Police Force didn't show weakness when facing ICAC, a situation like today's was basically impossible to encounter.
Chief Huang truly brought honor to the Police Force. The Deputy Commissioner, who was in charge of the Operations Department, held a position second only to one person in ICAC, and yet Chief Huang managed to control him. The Police Force's morale was greatly boosted.
Wong Bing-Yiu wore glasses and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.
Unknown to outsiders, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wasn't this Foreigner coming for our Police Station?"
"Why did he chicken out so easily?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was feeling lingering fear!
Just now, it was a situation where the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.
Regardless, he was the head of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters and absolutely could not retreat.
If he took a step back, the Police Force's morale would collapse.
He could only go all the way, head-on!
The key wasn't the outcome, but the process.
If he were pressured by his superiors to cooperate with the Deputy Commissioner's work, then there was nothing he could do.
But if you retreated proactively without even putting up a stance, then sorry, no one in the Police Force would respect you.
Wong Bing-Yiu, who had been promoted from a frontline officer, knew this principle best.
Fortunately, he won the gamble!
His hanging heart also settled down.
"It seems Traitor Dong didn't reveal the inside story of Lam Ho-Tin's team... Haotian didn't lie to me."
Lam Ho-Tin had already explained everything in detail.
Wong Bing-Yiu concluded that Traitor Dong had played a trick on everyone at ICAC.
The situation at the time was that Lam Ho-Tin was only distracted by Fong Heung-tung's phrase, "My sister asked you to take care of me," which allowed Fong Heung-tung to escape. It wasn't that he genuinely wanted to let Fong Heung-tung go.
In other words, Fong Heung-tung did not know about Jak Jai Ming and Tau Pei secretly pocketing twenty million in drug money.
The accusation that Lam Ho-Tin's team embezzled drug money was more of Fong Heung-tung's speculation.
This was something for which there was no evidence.
This alone would not be enough to convince the jury that this matter was true.
"Mr. Lin's intelligence is truly powerful."
"I actually dared to raise my voice at him... I must have been crazy!"
Wong Bing-Yiu relaxed, seeing the admiring gazes of everyone, and felt that it had never been so wonderful.
So, he puffed out his chest and became even more imposing.
But in less than two minutes, Kang Daohang rushed over again:
"Chief, that Foreigner is quite uncooperative."
Wong Bing-Yiu asked:
"What's going on?"
Kang Daohang said helplessly:
"The Foreigner said this is their safe house, protecting an important star witness."
"I asked him who it was, and the Foreigner said it was top secret."
Wong Bing-Yiu sneered:
"Top secret?"
"What the hell kind of top secret?"
"When you asked other things, did he also tell you it was top secret?"
Kang Daohang nodded:
"Yes, the case is also top secret; he won't reveal anything to me."
Wong Bing-Yiu grumbled as he approached the Deputy Commissioner:
"Commissioner, I've already shown respect to the Police Commissioner. If you don't cooperate, I'll have to take you back."
The Deputy Commissioner chuckled:
"This is our ICAC safe house, and the victims are elites from our ICAC Operations Department. You're not going to catch the murderer, but you want to take me to the Police Station?"
"Huang Sir, have you lost your mind?"
Wong Bing-Yiu said indifferently:
"You say this is your safe house. Do you have proof?"
Just as the Deputy Commissioner was about to speak,
Wong Bing-Yiu's words poured out continuously:
"Do you have the property deed on you? What proof do you have that this is your safe house?"
"This place is remote and desolate, not a single soul around. You would actually put a safe house in this location?"
"What case were those four deceased individuals working on?"
"What kind of case would alarm such a master?"
"You are the Deputy Commissioner; I don't believe you don't know the technical skill involved here."
"Anyway, the Police Force's Flying Tigers can't do such a thing."
The Deputy Commissioner snorted coldly:
"Williamstone and they are Anglo-Saxon elites. How could they be defeated by mere Flying Tigers?"
Wong Bing-Yiu stared at this guy with wide eyes:
"Don't you understand yet?"
The Deputy Commissioner felt a bad premonition:
"Understand what?"
Wong Bing-Yiu looked at him with pity:
"These four victims were killed instantly."
"Look at the actions of the last two people: one's eyes are wide open, unable to rest in peace, and the other clearly pulled out a gun but had no chance to counterattack."
"The more elite your four subordinates are, the more you should be worried!"
The Deputy Commissioner's expression suddenly changed.
Kang Daohang walked forward, just about to whisper to Wong Bing-Yiu, when the latter asked:
"What is it?"
Kang Daohang said helplessly:
"Preliminary findings are in."
Wong Bing-Yiu glared at him:
"The Deputy Commissioner isn't an outsider; just say it directly."
Kang Daohang readily complied:
"Big Sir, I think the ICAC is in big trouble."
The Deputy Commissioner snorted coldly:
"How could we be in big trouble?"
Kang Daohang said expressionlessly:
"According to the preliminary trace detection and scene reconstruction by our forensic colleagues, it clearly shows that there were three people on the killer's side."
The Deputy Commissioner roared:
"Impossible!"
Wong Bing-Yiu also roared:
"When it comes to investigating criminal cases, Kang Sir is the most professional. I hope you understand this point."
The Deputy Commissioner was stunned by Wong Bing-Yiu's shout.
He never expected Wong Bing-Yiu to yell at him.
Wong Bing-Yiu said calmly:
"Kang Sir is an elite of the Criminal Intelligence Division. No one can question his judgment."
Kang Daohang thought, 'You really know how to flatter me.'
Others might be happy to be praised by their superiors, but Kang Daohang was not.
This man in front of him was the Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC, and a Deputy Commissioner with real power. Offending him would surely lead to trouble for himself.
"According to the forensic colleagues' analysis, the three entered openly. Almost at the same instant, two of them used daggers to kill the two ICAC agents at the door."
"These two had no ability to resist at all."
"Immediately after, the three continued forward. At this point, they opened fire..."
"It was a submachine gun!"
The Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC looked at Kang Daohang as if he were looking at an idiot:
"You're not mistaken, are you? William and Stone were only shot in the forehead, and only once!"
"And you're telling me they used a submachine gun?"
Wong Bing-Yiu was very angry:
"Commissioner, if you don't want to listen, you can just get out. It's impolite to interrupt someone's conversation."
"Aren't the Anglo-Saxon known worldwide as gentlemen?"
The Deputy Commissioner was half-choked:
"OK, OK, then you continue."
Kang Daohang's expression was grave:
"It was indeed a submachine gun, an HKMP5 submachine gun. We found its shell casings!"
Wong Bing-Yiu and the Deputy Commissioner's expressions changed simultaneously, and they both said in unison:
"What?"
Kang Daohang said expressionlessly:
"That's what our accompanying forensics said."
"I also need to add something. Dr. Gu, the accompanying forensic doctor, added that the two victims previously killed by daggers..."
The Deputy Commissioner urged:
"Well, say it!"
Kang Daohang then continued:
"The dagger wound looks very much like it was caused by a standard Anglo-Saxon army multi-function dagger."
Silence, extreme silence.
Wong Bing-Yiu and the Deputy Commissioner looked at each other, both extremely shocked.
Kang Daohang pretended not to see the expressions of the two big shots.
"After the killer fired, they entered the room and took someone away."
"Your ICAC really values this person. His diet is quite good: medium-rare steak, fine red wine..."
"He seems to be a big shot, no wonder such high-level forces were dispatched to take him away."
Wong Bing-Yiu waved his hand, and Kang Daohang quickly withdrew to continue searching for clues.
The Chief of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters looked at the Deputy Commissioner with a very stern expression, lowering his voice, almost roaring into his ear:
"You should know what Kang Sir's words mean..."
"What case are you handling?"
"You actually provoked the Garrison?!"
The Deputy Commissioner's face was full of confusion:
"It's just an ordinary case..."
Wong Bing-Yiu said angrily:
"Still pretending at a time like this?"
"An ordinary case actually brought out the Garrison?"
"You said all your men are elites."
"You damn well open your eyes and look closely, your so-called elite subordinates had no ability to resist in front of those three killers."
"I simply can't believe they didn't even have the ability to fight back."
"If your subordinates are elites, then who are those three killers?"
"Supermen?!"
"Are there still such terrifying people in this world?"
The Deputy Commissioner was splattered with spit by Wong Bing-Yiu.
However, he could not resist at all.
He wanted to argue, but on second thought, how could he argue?
The Deputy Commissioner truly did not believe that any'Superman' would bother them for Traitor Dong.
Traitor Dong was not worthy!
At this moment, his heart was a little panicked. Could it be that Traitor Dong was also a front man for some big shot?
It wasn't surprising for the Deputy Commissioner to think this way.
The reason was that Traitor Dong's experience was too legendary. He had followed so many big bosses, always killing the old boss to rise, but always finding a new backer. This was quite fantastical.
The underworld was not a game. Killing the old boss to rise was a big taboo, and everyone guarded against it.
But the problem was, Traitor Dong always managed to find a successor accurately.
It was like leveling up in a game.
It just didn't seem normal.
Most importantly, the Deputy Commissioner had a front man like that himself—Richard!
He basically handled all the dirty work for the club.
Richard was nothing; the real power lay with the big shots hidden behind Richard!
It was this experience that made the Deputy Commissioner panic.
"Could it be that Traitor Dong, that bastard, wanted to use the ICAC's power to escape his superior's control?"
"And we, the ICAC, just foolishly fell into his trap?"
"He said he wanted to testify against the West Kowloon Police Headquarters, but he didn't give me any evidence!"
"I originally thought of keeping him for a while."
"I never expected that in such a short time, he would disappear without a trace."
"Impossible, right."
The Deputy Commissioner felt more and more that something was wrong the more he thought about it.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt there was a hidden agenda.
As for whether the Police Force did this, the Deputy Commissioner didn't even consider it.
Are you kidding?
With the Police Force's capabilities, could they surpass the Anglo-Saxon elites?
Don't be ridiculous!
After much thought, the Deputy Commissioner came to an incredible conclusion—
"Could Traitor Dong be a front man for the Anglo-Saxon Garrison?"
Losing four hundred million hong kong dollars for no reason, it was impossible for the club not to feel the pain.
Naturally, a thorough investigation was needed.
The club quickly tracked down the people who withdrew the money from the bank—they were all ordinary, with authentic accents, not outsiders.
But this was impossible.
Hong Kong couldn't have such a large underground force, unless someone had deliberately trained them in secret.
Those ten military vehicles were naturally discovered.
Then the trail went cold.
The club dared not investigate further.
In Parliament or other settings, they could freely despise Anglo-Saxon soldiers.
But once the soldiers showed their guns, they fell silent.
Anglo-Saxon soldiers wouldn't reason with you.
Could it be that Traitor Dong, that guy, detected the small conflict between the club and the Garrison, and so wanted to use the ICAC to escape the Garrison?
Like the Police Force, the ICAC also had the ability to create a real but false file for a key witness.
This was one of the necessary measures to protect witnesses.
"Could it be that I was played by Traitor Dong, that bastard?"
The Deputy Commissioner couldn't help but recall the first time he met Fong Heung-tung. The man was arrogant, overbearing, and conceited.
Even in his presence, he dared to curse freely. He had never seen anyone more arrogant than Fong Heung-tung.
At that time, he couldn't understand why a triad member dealing in drugs would dare to be so arrogant.
Now, he finally understood.
Traitor Dong, that guy, was a front man for the military!
Just as the Deputy Commissioner's mind was wandering, a low roar echoed in his ear, jarring him back to reality.
"To hell with your ordinary case."
"I'm not looking at that file. I can't touch a case like this."
"You damn well investigate it yourself."
The Deputy Commissioner's mind couldn't process it for a moment:
"What do you mean?"
Wong Bing-Yiu mocked:
"An ordinary case that can mobilize the Garrison, a witness that the Garrison personally comes to abduct..."
"You're treating our Police Force like fools."
"To hell with you!"
After dropping a curse, Wong Bing-Yiu shouted loudly:
"Retreat!"
At Kang Daohang's command, everyone from the West Kowloon Police Station quickly withdrew.
It felt as if someone was chasing them.
Honestly, they hadn't wanted to investigate for a long time.
Just a rough investigation, and everyone was scared off.
Anyway, the ones who died were Foreigners, weren't they?
They were happy to get out of this case.
The West Kowloon Police Headquarters' cars sped away, leaving the ICAC personnel in disarray in the wind.