Chapter 153 Top Floor

Victoria Harbour Casino, third floor, at the staircase, Group A gathered.

Bi Qianqian said with a pained look: "It cost 1.8 million to get here."

It’s all real money!

If another group came, they would probably be stuck on the first floor and wouldn't even have the chance to hide their identities and go upstairs to investigate.

If you enter a place like this in broad daylight as a police officer, you will end up with nothing.

Liu Sizheng leaned in to take a look, his expression became extremely bad, "Not good."

The two thugs guarding the stairs on the third floor fell on the carpet not far away, their chests motionless. Their pistols were empty, with shell casings and empty guns lying not far away.

"Dead." Guan Yingjun's face was gloomy.

He whispered, "The casino thugs used guns to maintain order, which means at least one of the two parties in the fight had a gun, Li Feiquan..."

I'm afraid it's more dangerous than good.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder that pierced the nose.

There was a fight with weapons and gunfire on the third floor, with casualties and blood pouring out.

The gamblers on the second floor and below were shouting and yelling, making a lot of noise and getting drunk.

The cheers of winners and the howlings of losers reached one's ears, making the third floor seem even quieter and more eerie. Even the slot machines with lights on seemed a bit eerie and chilling.

Guan Yingjun reached to his lower back and pulled out his gun: "Hold the gun, let's go."

Jian Ruochen bent down to take the pistol strapped to his calf, loaded it, thought for a moment, then took out the magazine, took out a bullet from his pocket, and loaded one more bullet to fill the magazine.

Part of the carpet on the third floor was soaked with blood, and when you stepped on it, it made a slight, sticky, water sound, which was creepy.

Guan Yingjun took the lead, followed by Bi Xianxian.

The group held their guns in alert and walked from the third floor lobby to the compartment box.

The doors of several compartments were wide open, and when you looked up you could see the scattered wooden chairs with broken legs and the tables filled with Pai Gow cards.

"Why is there no one here?" Zhang Xingzong whispered.

It can't be said that there is no one.

As I walked along, I saw people falling against the wall and lying on the ground. Some were shot, some had their heads cut open by blunt objects, some were beaten beyond recognition, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

They are all human beings.

Just don't know the life or death.

Jian Ruochen watched with trepidation, fearing that he would find Li Feiquan among them.

"Let's take another look." Guan Yingjun's voice had just fallen when the dull sound of flesh falling to the ground was heard from the box at the end of the corridor.

Then, gunshots rang out!

"Bang!"

The police officers paused, stood against the wall, and stood guard with guns raised.

The door of the box at the end was slightly open, and a faint male voice could be heard coming from inside.

He said, "Master Fei, I can't believe that someone as kind and righteous as you would actually help a hypocrite like Lu Rong!"

Jian Ruochen held his breath and listened attentively.

The man said: "Lu Qian is his brother! After the accident, Lu Rong watched him die without helping him!"

"When the brothers of Chaoyi Gang were approached by the CID police, they came to ask Lu Rong to take charge of the situation many times."

"Where is he? He actually asked the Lu family's bodyguards to beat him out!"

"The Lu family made their fortune with the help of the triads. They welcomed and sent off so many brothers, but in the end, they were ruthless and disloyal! They thought the money earned by the triads was not clean enough!"

The man said, his tone suddenly revealing some reluctance, "No matter how bad Lu Qian is, he has helped the society left by Master Lu to gain a foothold in West Kowloon again and made his brothers rich."

"Drug trafficking! So much money!"

"The Lu family wants to clean up their mess and disband the society. The brothers can understand that, but he didn't leave any way out! He didn't leave a single cent of severance pay, he just laundered the money! How can the brothers survive?"

He raised his gun and pointed it at Li Feiquan's head. "Master Fei, don't blame me. Now the brothers in the society are waiting to take the money and escape. After you fell out with West Kowloon, you turned to Lu Rong and helped him launder money. You should know where he hid the cash that had not been laundered after taking it out."

"explain!"

Li Feiquan was lying on the ground.

He was shot in the shoulder and his vision went dark. He gasped and looked at the ceiling light of the box, then touched the floppy disk hidden in his pocket through his pants.

"Damn it..."

If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have scared him.

Thinking that he had been exposed, Lu Ronglai sent people to test him.

These people came to fight because the Lu family cut off an arm of their own and failed to appease their henchmen who had nowhere to go after they cleaned themselves up!

Hahaha.

He who kills will be killed!

The Lu family started out with gangs and drugs, but now they have fallen into trouble in this area.

He hated drug dealers the most in his life. His grandfather died of opium addiction, and his father lost his mind while chasing dragons, forcing his mother to open the skylight (carotid artery injection), and both died in Kowloon Walled City.

Therefore, no one is allowed to sell drugs in the place he runs!

He hated the guy named Lu so much!

Lu Rong is so clever that he ends up making mistakes!

It’s your own fault!

He would not show any good face to the remaining henchmen under Lu Qian.

Li Feiquan forced a smile, but his movement pulled his shoulder, causing him to gasp in pain, "Fuck you! How can I tell you where I hid the money? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself to see if you are worthy enough!"

That was a message to the police.

The man was silent for a moment. "Li Feiquan, you still don't understand? Loyalty is not worth mentioning in Lu Rong's eyes."

Li Feiquan spitted, stepped out, and said, "Bah!"

When the fight started, he was secretly copying evidence of Lu Rong's money laundering.

When the gunshot rang out, he felt guilty and thought he was exposed, so he called the police using the cell phone hidden in the bathroom.

This is apparently the only opportunity to deliver the message in recent months.

Even if he dies, all the evidence must be spread.

West Kowloon will definitely take good care of his wife and children in recognition of his hard work.

Consultant Jian is a good man who is rich and loyal. As long as Consultant Jian takes the chips and leads Team A upstairs to collect his body, they will definitely see the floppy disk in his trouser pocket.

Now, it’s time for the police to arrive.

Li Feiquan was determined to die.

He sneered, "You bastard. You are just trying to make money under the pretext of defending Lu Qian. You coward!"

Seeing that Li Feiquan was not moved, the henchman sighed, grabbed the back of the gun with his left hand and pulled it back.

"Click."

Guns loaded.

At the same time, the members of the serious crime squad were quietly lurking outside the door.

Guan Yingjun kicked the door open and put his gun to the back of the henchman's head: "Don't move, Cid is doing the job."

The other thugs in the box suddenly became nervous and raised their guns, pointing directly at Guan Yingjun.

"Boss!"

"Who called the police?"

"There's a mole?!"

"Who is the traitor?"

Everyone looked around in panic, and both sides were suddenly in a panic.

Li Feiquan smiled proudly.

He knew why men wanted to be errand boys.

Damn, it feels so good to be an informant and deceive the henchmen.

When you are on duty and kill the criminals, wouldn't it be a great pleasure!

If I had known this, I should have become an informant earlier. Why would I start such a thing?

Thanks to Consultant Jian for his advice that day.

Unfortunately, this life may be coming to an end.

Guan Yingjun held the gun against the leader with one hand and grabbed the clothes on the back of his neck with the other hand, holding it tightly, "Put down your guns!"

Jian Ruochen was afraid of a gunfight, so he took this opportunity to walk to Li Feiquan and block him.

Li Feiquan was stunned and his eyes felt a little hot.

The rest of Group A swarmed over.

Song Xuyi shouted sternly: "Everyone squat! Surrender!"

Zhang Xingzong: "Hold your head!"

Bi Xianxian: "The shooter will be shot immediately and the consequences will be at his own risk!"

Jian Ruochen looked around.

These people clenched their teeth, their eyes were wide open, their knuckles holding the guns were slightly white, their chests were heaving violently, and their breathing was becoming increasingly rapid.

No, they are going to fight to the death!

The thug in the corner fired first, pointing directly at Guan Yingjun.

Guan Yingjun was standing behind the leader, guarding against sudden attacks from the henchmen. Most of his body was blocked, and the bullet hit the leader's abdomen directly.

The leading henchman looked down in disbelief, then looked up at the person who had fired the gun.

Guan Yingjun raised his gun and fired back.

Jian Ruochen immediately squatted down and grabbed the uninjured half of Li Feiquan's arm, pulled it back hard, and dragged him out of the box.

Before he could stand firm, gunshots were heard from the box.

Li Feiquan got up despite the pain, knelt on the ground, and took out the floppy disk from his trouser pocket: "This is the evidence of Lu Rong's money laundering. In the past few months, all the black money was basically handled by me."

Jian Ruochen put the floppy disk into his pocket and helped the man hide in an empty box next to him. "Why does he trust you so much?"

"Thanks to you for letting the reporters frame me." Li Feiquan forced a smile and gave a thumbs up. "Besides... Lu Rong has cut ties with the Triads, so there aren't many people he can trust under his command. I took advantage of the situation and swooped in."

There was a deafening sound of gunfire outside, mixed with the thugs' cursing.

Jian Ruochen heard a few familiar groans, his heart tightened, and he stood up and wanted to leave.

Li Feiquan grabbed his trouser legs and said very quickly: "Lu Rong put the cash he was going to launder in the office of the casino manager. The casino manager is from the British Hong Kong side. He has long been greedy for the money in Lu Rong's hands and often hinted to Lu Rong to share the spoils, but Lu Rong was stingy and insisted on a 20:80 split when laundering the money and refused to give in."

"The criminal evidence of this casino is still stored in the computer in the office of the person in charge. The person in charge may have other evidence against Lu Rong. I didn't have the chance to copy it. The computer password is 84502977."

He took a breath, and endured the pain in his shoulder and said, "I heard... the casino manager is dealing with two other groups of police officers from West Kowloon who came to investigate. If you want to take more evidence, you have to do it now."

Just as he finished speaking, the voices of the henchmen talking could be heard from outside, "Search! Shoot and kill any police or Lu Rong's men you meet on the road, don't hesitate!"

"Brother Hehei downstairs sent his brother up to help, on the condition that we act as a go-between and introduce him to a drug dealer."

"The kitchen (drug factory) has been seized by West Kowloon. There is nothing there! Keep him stable first, trick people into coming up to help, and survive first!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of a police gun equipped with a silencer was heard, and the two thugs at the door immediately pressed down the handle and tried to hide in the room where Li Feiquan was.

Jian Ruochen raised his gun without hesitation and shot at the knees of the two men who had just appeared. Seeing that the two men still wanted to raise their guns to fight back after kneeling down, he no longer hesitated and shot them to death.

His heart was beating a little faster.

He stared at the two fallen bodies in a daze for a moment.

In this situation, if they hesitated for a second because of "not being able to bear it", both Li Feiquan and he would die.

Li Feiquan was stunned.

After just a few months of not seeing each other, Jian Ruochen has grown so fast.

Jian Ruochen took out handcuffs and walked in front of Li Feiquan to handcuff him. He pulled open the dark green velvet cloth on the Pai Gow table and hid the man inside. "Master Fei, I'm sorry for letting you hide here."

Li Feiquan lowered his eyes and looked at the handcuffs on his wrists.

"It's not that I don't believe you." Jian Ruochen said calmly, "If this operation goes well, we can use these handcuffs to pretend to arrest you and help you get out. If it doesn't go well and we unfortunately die, you can use these handcuffs to prove your position to Lu Rong. Once Lu Rong is held accountable, you will have the capital to say that it was not you who called the police."

"I left the door open. The henchmen saw the bodies of their companions and didn't dare to come in."

Li Feiquan was speechless.

In fact, it doesn't matter if we don't think so carefully about him. He is ready to die today and has never thought about whether he can survive.

If Jian Ruochen and the others were reluctant to spend money, they wouldn't even be able to come up to the third floor.

This way of survival was fought for for him by the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit at the cost of his life.

Before today, he served as an informant for Consultant Jian and Sir Guan for the sake of money and his family's future.

From today on, he will work for these two people for the sake of morality.

Li Feiquan felt a lump in his throat and his eyes were slightly red.

He lowered his eyes and saw Jian Ruochen's fingers. Consultant Jian was holding the pistol tightly with his knuckles turning white. He was not as indifferent to the killing of the henchman as he appeared to be.

Jian Ruochen put down the tablecloth, turned around and walked out of the half-open box door.

Guan Yingjun just came out of another box. He glanced at the body of the henchman lying in the box and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jian Ruochen relayed the information Li Feiquan told him to Guan Yingjun verbatim, "... In addition, Brother Hehe seems to have contact with these henchmen. He has sent people to help. Let's be careful."

Someone had to be dragged from the third floor to the person in charge's office on the top floor to get more evidence.

Guan Yingjun plucked the yellow hair on his head and threw it into the trash can along with his glasses.

He stared at Jian Ruochen's lips that kept opening and closing, and saw the urgency and determination in his amber pupils. He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the back of his beloved's neck, pulled her forward, and kissed her hard, "I'll drag her on the third floor."

Jian Ruochen: "Yeah."

The man's tongue moved around his mouth, and when it left, the tip of his tongue was numb.

The adrenaline stimulated by the life and death situation made this kiss particularly exciting.

It's as if the soul and body have become one, the spirit and soul have blended together, and there is no difference between them.

Guan Yingjun was reluctant to let him go, but still whispered, "Be careful."

Group A was conducting an investigation in disguise and did not carry many bullets.

There were three things tied around Jian Ruochen's ankles.

A pistol was strapped to the outside of his right foot, and a spare magazine was on the inside.

A silencer was tied to his left foot, and spare bullets were placed in his trouser pocket like peanuts.

He took off the spare magazine tied to his ankle and handed it to Guan Yingjun, then made a phone gesture, "You should also be careful. Let's call and ask Chen Jincai and the others to help drag the person in charge."

The intercom cannot be muted, so the phone is safer.

Jian Ruochen wiped the blood-stained floppy disk hastily and put it into the empty trouser pocket. Then he inserted the pistol into his waistband and climbed up the stairs.

On the fourth floor, the thugs at the stairs checked the chip exchange slip and let the person up without any suspicion.

Which policeman can easily come up with so much money to investigate a case?

A policeman can earn at most 100,000 yuan a month. Are they risking their lives to solve cases like this?

The person above said that you should be careful with people with platinum hair, but this one with black hair is okay.

·

When we reached the boneyard on the fifth floor.

The sound of the pistol during the gun fight was still echoing in Jian Ruochen's mind.

Fortunately, the boneyard was very noisy with obscene sounds and talk, and the sound of the pistol was drowned out by the vibrating music and people's cheers, so the people upstairs didn't notice anything.

The further you pass the boneyard, the quieter it gets.

Jian Ruochen stretched out one hand and grasped the pistol on his waist. He deceived many checkpoints, exchanged countless chips, and finally reached the top floor.

There was no one at the stairs. I guess they followed the person in charge to the rooftop to cooperate with the police investigation.

But with so many rooms, which one is the office?

Li Feiquan didn’t say!

Jian Ruochen bit his lower lip.

I can't search every room one by one, there's not enough time.

Sir Chen met with the person in charge, he should know.

·

Top floor.

Chen Jincai was trying to comfort the man who was climbing on the guardrail, ready to blow himself up at any time. "Sir, Mr. Molkerlin has forgiven all your gambling debts. You don't need to repay the loan. You just need to sign a confidentiality agreement."

"Ha! Forgive the gambling debt?" The man laughed bitterly. "What's the gambling debt? I lost 20 million here! I want to turn the tables! What's the gambling debt? The reason I didn't win is not because I was unlucky, but because the dealer was cheating!"

He pointed at the fat, big-eared, belly-boosting Morklin and said, "You arranged for the dealer to cheat!"

Morklin deadpanned, "We are a legitimate casino."

"...You." Chen Jin just wanted to speak when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

He winked at Ren Qiuhua, then raised his hands and slowly bent down to show that he was harmless. "I can't convince you, let my friend do it."

Chen Jincai slowly retreated behind his colleague, and took out his mobile phone to check MSN using Liang Xinyue's figure as a cover.

[There was a gunfight on the third floor. The consultant was collecting evidence on the top floor. There was no office number, so he delayed the person in charge from coming downstairs. 】

From: Guan.

Chen Jincai deleted the text message and took a deep breath.

Gunfight on the third floor, bomb on the rooftop.

Jian Ruochen actually dared to go to the rooftop alone to get the evidence!

"What is Officer Chen looking at?" Morklin walked up to him at some point.

Chen Jincai's arm hairs stood up. He resisted the urge to hide his phone immediately, and made up a story, "My dad sent me a message, asking me to remember to bring meat home after get off work. I want to have pork rib soup today."

Molkerin argued, "Meat is more important than a person with a bomb strapped to his body?"

"Where? With so many of us here, isn't his importance reflected?" Chen Jincai said as he put his hands behind his back and quickly sent a string of numbers. He then deleted the message record and put his phone on the small leather bag on the belt buckle at his waist.

Morklin chuckled and said inconspicuously, "I thought it would be Group A, but I didn't expect you to be here. It seems that you West Kowloon are really like what the media said, you don't take the British seriously at all."

These words are full of ulterior motives. They seem to be complaints, but in fact they are meant to probe into the movements of Group A.

Chen Jincai put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the equipment and magazine tied around his waist made his sturdy waist look very aggressive.

He laughed, not pretending to be polite. "The quality and credibility of STN are well known. When have they ever reported fake news?"

We just don’t take British Hong Kong seriously, so what? Any comments?

Morklin choked up, and after a long while he said, "It's a good thing that you don't take it seriously. I heard that your Group A often forges search warrants to conduct raids. I don't want to face that mad dog Guan Yingjun."

Chen Jincai smiled and said, "Really?"

He's downstairs.

·

Top floor.

Just as Jian Ruochen took out his cell phone to ask Chen Jincai, he received an MSN message from Chen Jincai.

0997.

It has no beginning or end, but you can tell it's the office number at first glance.

It seems that Sir Guan recalled the conversation and found that Li Feiquan did not say where the office was, so he immediately asked Chen Jincai.

Jian Ruochen curled his lips and went straight to the person in charge's office.

There is no carpet on the top floor, and when walking, the heels of your shoes hit the tiles, making a subtle and rhythmic sound that is particularly catchy in the quiet top-floor corridor.

He paused slightly, finally took off his shoes and stuffed them into a passing trash can.

The white cotton socks fell on the tiles silently.

Jian Ruochen found 0997 and pressed the door handle, but the office door was still closed and motionless.

It's locked. We have to pry the door open.

Is there enough time?

Sweat broke out on the tip of his nose. He frowned and touched his head, removed the clip that was holding his wig, and just as he inserted it into the door lock, he heard a ding from the elevator not far away.

As the footsteps fell, the sound of a faint conversation could be heard.

"That old man Moore is so nosy. The police are all on the rooftop, but he still wants us to come up and check the office. It's really..."

"No choice but to work. The police here are from Group B and Group C, a bunch of poor bastards. How can they afford to sneak into the top floor? The ticket here costs 5 million. It's enough for a policeman to earn for 8 years! Hahaha!"

As they talked, they seemed to find the job of a policeman particularly funny. They looked at each other and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jian Ruochen's nose was sweating.

There is not enough time to pry the door open and hide inside and then counterattack, and it is not wise to turn around and face the enemy head-on.

His gun was not equipped with a silencer yet. If he opened fire, it would probably alert the people on the rooftop, which would not be worth the loss.

Jian Ruochen decisively pulled out the iron clip inserted into the door lock, took out the shirt that was tucked into his waistband, quickly returned to the corner and squatted, pulled out the silencer, lowered his eyes and screwed it onto his pistol.

The only solution now is to sneak into the office and defeat them one by one.

There is no need to pry open the door.

The person who opened the door arrived.