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Rooftop of Shau Kei Wan Police Station.

The sea breeze blew the Mi Zi flag fluttering, the boats on Kowloon Bay were criss-crossing, and the siren sounded melodiously. On the opposite side, there were thick rain clouds under the Devil Mountain, and the buildings stretched for more than ten kilometers according to the terrain.

Lei Luo stood facing north, eating and drinking pineapple oil and coffee bought by Lard Boy. Less than one meter away from him, Lin Yue sat on the concrete pier and smoked a cigarette.

"Lard boy, look, it's amazing that such a small HK has so many golden eggs." Lei Luo took a bite of the place where there was a lot of butter, and said with a frown, "Now these little bastards are making a mess. If they don’t have money to make money, we can’t make money either, if I’m the one to make the decision, and make sure there are rules and regulations, then they’ll have enough food and clothing, and we’ll be able to earn more, believe it or not?”

Lard boy said, "Really?"

"I believe." Lin Yue stood up from the ground: "When the police bully the family, everyone will have money to eat and eat, and the streets will not be so chaotic, and some of the fees collected will be fed to the ghosts. , and give a part to the grassroots police officers, and the rest will be distributed proportionally among the detectives, detectives, and police chiefs. As long as the interests of all parties can be coordinated, the Governor of Hong Kong is the king of HK on stage, and you are the underground The king of HK."

Damn, what is the background of this little policeman?

Lard boy is a little regretful, he would have bought two breakfasts when he came up.

Lei Luo patted Fatty on the shoulder: "Go and see if those people are ready?"

"Okay, Luo Ge."

Watching lard boy leave, Lei Luo looked at Lin Yue with a half-smile: "Do you know that smart people hate it?"

"But smart people can help you."

"Believe it or not, I told Yan Tong to send someone over to arrest you?"

"If you want to give me to Yan Tong, you won't bring me to Shau Kei Wan, and you won't let me hear what you said just now." Lin Yue tied his shoelaces, stood up and stomped his feet: "You want to get rid of Yan Tong, I also want to get rid of Yan Tong, you want to make more money, I also want to make more money, since we all have the same goal, of course we want to be friends."

Lei Luo stared at him for a while: "How can you help me?"

Lin Yue suddenly took out his gun and pulled the trigger behind him.

Boom!

The bullet accurately hit the soda bottle in the corner of the concrete fence, and glass shards flew everywhere.

Lei Luo was startled, tilted his upper body and shrunk his head and said, "You're going to die, you don't even say a word when you shoot."

This kid is very skilled, his marksmanship is not bad, and he is a little clever. It will really help if he is around.

"I'll go downstairs and have something to eat." Lin Yue put the gun back in his waist and walked towards the entrance of the corridor.

Lei Luo stared at his back and said, "Be careful."

...

Lin Yue went to a morning tea shop not far away and ordered three char siu buns and a bowl of porridge. After dealing with Wu Zang Temple, he felt that the time was almost up, humming a song that did not belong to this era and walked to the police station.

When I was about to reach the front door, I saw Hunter, the rotten ghost, leading two British policemen out angrily. This guy was seriously injured last night, his right eye socket was completely blue, he was wearing a sheath around his neck, and he was limping when he walked. Yes, it's like someone opened the back door.

"Hello Superintendent Hunter." Lin Yue greeted him in English.

Rotten Ghost Hunter looked at Lin Yue carefully: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

"Superintendent Hunter, you have a really good memory. We fought together last night. I really didn't expect Curly to be so good at fighting. I should have called more people." After finishing speaking, he seemed to find the wound on his face, pretending to be surprised. : "Wow, superintendent, you are seriously injured. I happen to know some old Chinese doctors who specialize in bruises. Would you like to introduce them to you?"

"Shut up!" Rotten Ghost Hunter roared, and got into the police car next to him with his men.

At this time, the police chief Yan Zheng led several policemen in uniform to lift Wu Shihao, who had been severely beaten by Hunter, out of the cell and put him in a police car. After giving the reporter the money, Lard Boy walked to Lin Yue and looked at the rotten ghost. Hunter's car asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

"I asked him why his injury was so serious, and if he should introduce some old Chinese doctors who specialize in bruises."

Lard boy stared at him blankly, thinking that this person is too bad, and you are the fault of Rotten Ghost Hunter, now the cat is crying and the mouse is pretending to be merciful, who the hell.

But I like it.

"Come on, it's my birthday today, I invite you to drink tea."

Lin Yue said, "Your birthday? Is it real or not, do you want to give you a big red envelope?"

"It's not necessary, it's not necessary." When Zhu Youzai spoke, the two lumps of flesh on his face trembled: "As long as Brother Yue doesn't hurt me in the future."

"Cut, am I that kind of person?" Lin Yue tied his belt and said, "Wait for me, go to the bathroom first."

"oh."

Lard Boy took out the cigarette case, tapped on the broken part with his fat fingers, and took out a few cigarettes and handed them to the uniformed policeman standing next to him.

Lin Yue went into the toilet and got close to the urinal, unbuttoned his trousers to drain the water, and felt a man wearing glasses walk in halfway through the door, his eyeballs rolled very quickly, and he seemed a little flustered.

"What are you panicking about?"

"If lard boy finds out, I will be beaten to death." The man took out a roll of film from his pocket and stuffed it into Lin Yue's hands as he spoke, walked out of the toilet quickly and got into the interview car next to him .

After draining the water, Lin Yue pulled up his trousers, hummed a ditty and left the police station, followed Lard Boy to the teahouse at the end of the street.

"Lard boy, why are you called Lard boy?"

"When I was young, my family ran a butcher shop. I liked eating lard bibimbap the most. My father nicknamed me Lard Boy."

"From your father?"

"Of course, one of the things he is most proud of is raising me so strong."

"..."

Lin Yue thought to himself, are you strong? You are fat.

...

Three days later, Shau Kei Wan Police Station.

Lei Luo stood under the portrait of the Queen of England hanging in the inspector's office, and Lin Yue sat on the chair opposite the desk, and the suspect's mournful howling could be heard outside from time to time.

The 1950s and 1960s can be said to be the darkest period in Hong Kong. In order to improve the detection rate, it was common for detectives in the police station to torture suspects to extract confessions, and it was commonplace to beat people to death.

Lei Luo was already familiar with these things, frowned and said, "The Shatoujiao Police Station called just now, asking if you are with me."

Lin Yue knew very well that Yan Tong's shadow was indispensable behind this incident. He lost such a big man in the banquet hall the day before yesterday. If even a small policeman with no background can't handle it, what face would he have to hang around in the police circle.

"You can ask the supervisor to transfer me here."

Lei Luo said: "If Yan Tong doesn't get in the way, it won't be a big problem, but now..."

"It's not a big problem now."

Lin Yue took out a few photos from his pocket and threw them on the table. In the picture, the rotten ghost Hunter was waving a baton and beating Wu Shihao violently.

ps: Thanks to the book friends with the tail number 1953 for the reward of 500 starting coins.