Chapter 165 I Want to Be a Policeman Too

Xu Tuo was shot.

Hearing this news during dinner, Jian Ruochen was slightly stunned, "How is the person?"

He also wanted to communicate with Xu Tuo in the interrogation room.

"It's probably difficult for him to wake up. He wore a bulletproof vest under his shirt, but it was of average quality. The bullet hit his spine and heart. He's still in the ICU." Guan Yingjun took out the roast goose leg bone from his lunch box and handed it to the other side.

Jian Ruochen doesn't like eating leg meat, but he likes to eat strong-flavored roasted skin and leg tendons.

He finished his meal in two or three bites, and then obediently ate a few hot pot vegetables before frowning and asking, "The Lu family has such good security, how could Xu Tuo be shot?"

Guan Yingjun said: "Xu Tuo was shot in the back and was escorted out by several bodyguards at home. With nowhere else to go, he went to Queen Mary Hospital and asked the doctor there to contact the West Kowloon Regional Police Station."

Jian Ruochen was shocked: "...was it Lu Rong who fired the gun?"

Why?

According to Uncle Luo's introduction to the powerful families in Hong Kong, Xu Tuo is someone close to Lu Jingchen, and is considered half-uncle to Lu Rong, and is loyal to the Lu family.

Why would Lu Rong shoot him?

What does he think?

"I don't know." Guan Yingjun said, nodding and thanking the waiter who brought the steamed egg with celery. He placed the steamed egg in front of Jian Ruochen and replaced it with the hot pot vegetables that he had barely eaten two bites of. "Eat this."

Jian Ruochen took two bites and suddenly sighed, "Lu Rong is a person who always leaves a way out for himself no matter who he cooperates with. He doesn't trust anyone, so it's normal for him to break up with Xu Tuo."

Xu Tuo wore a bulletproof vest at home, and obviously knew what kind of person Lu Rong was.

What a pity, it didn't protect me even after I wore it.

After the two men finished their meal, they went to take a look outside the interrogation room where Morklin was being held.

Molkerlin looked haggard and refused to give in despite the interrogation. He insisted that his casino was a legal business in Hong Kong and that all procedures were in compliance with regulations. There was no reason for West Kowloon to seal up the casino or even detain him.

His tough attitude caused He Chaoyong from the anti-pornography special team Z group, who was helping with the interrogation, to sneer, "The casino is legal and compliant? Then what about the gambling and pornography? What about the fight on the third floor half a month ago? What about the victim who tied a bomb to the top floor and wanted to jump off the building?"

"Could it be that the ID cards of those women in the colorful balls hanging on the Christmas tree at the entrance of the casino grew out of their own accord?"

He Chaoyong slammed the table in the interrogation room so hard that it shook the sky. "If this is not breaking the law, then what is breaking the law?"

Morklin sat in silence for a while, then suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

He Chaoyong yelled, "Just starve! Do you think my crime squad is a restaurant? Eat when you want? If you have the guts, ask the Consulate General in Hong Kong to send you food. If they come, I, He Chaoyong, will kneel down and call you my master today!"

Jian Ruochen: ...

Ever since Group A took over the Platinum Club pornography case, Group A and Group Z have been doing their own things and seldom meet each other.

Even though we haven’t communicated for a year, He Chaoyong is still as brave as ever.

Morklin was so angry that he was shaking all over. He took a deep breath for a while, closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, and pretended to be dead.

He Chaoyong stood up and kicked the leg of the interrogation table. He had no other choice but to sit down and continue to play with him, asking him a few routine questions over and over again.

Separated by a wall, Jian Ruochen couldn't bear to watch, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and after hearing "come in", he pressed the handle, walked in and said, "Sir He."

He Chaoyong's eyes lit up, "Advisor Jian! You guys are back? How's it going? Did you copy it?"

"I copied it. The intelligence headquarters is indeed between the underground garages of Mingren Primary School and Decheng Primary School. The information given by Qiu Jiawen and Zhang Qingzhe is correct." Jian Ruochen said, turning his head to look at Molklin, meeting a pair of deep blue but turbid eyes.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Although it was the first time we met face to face.

But both sides knew that they had already clashed.

Morklin thought of the robbed office and the security guard who was shot, as well as Jian Ruochen who needed a blood transfusion in the news that day, and he knew exactly who had taken the key evidence.

His face was grim, "Advisor Jian."

The discovery of the intelligence organization's headquarters meant that his 20 years of hard work in Hong Kong had gone to waste.

His mission failed!

Molklin only felt that there was a devil dragging his soul into the abyss.

He pressed the corner of the table tightly, his fingertips turning white, "Advisor Jian, you took things from my office. May I ask, what is the crime of theft for a consultant from the Serious Crime Unit?"

He Chaoyong's heart skipped a beat.

If this question is not answered properly, Molkerlin might take West Kowloon directly to court.

Forget about suing, the problem is that the current situation is not good and the power of the court is still in the hands of the British Hong Kong government. I'm afraid he will win!

Jian Ruochen smiled calmly, "Stealing? Whoever claims it must provide evidence. What evidence do you have that I stole?"

Besides, how can searching for evidence be called stealing?

He tilted his head with an innocent look on his face, "Excuse me, what's missing from your office?"

Molkelin lowered his head, his eyes rolled up from below, half of the white of his eyes were exposed, and he looked extremely fierce. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard Jian Ruochen say:

"West Kowloon has only recently received a piece of evidence from a kind-hearted person, which contains evidence of British spies organizing intelligence activities in Hong Kong. It also contains a receipt showing that Mr. Mulkerlin provided a large amount of funding to the spy headquarters."

Jian Ruochen said, leaning back slightly, exclaiming: "Is this what you threw away?"

Molkerin froze.

All the color drained from his face and he felt cold all over in an instant.

If he insisted that he lost something, it would be a disguised admission that he was organizing espionage activities in Hong Kong.

If you say no.

Isn't that just slapping yourself in the face?

Molkerin was in a dilemma.

He Chaoyong looked at his flushed face, held it in for a long while, and couldn't help but let out a sound from his throat: "Hum."

Cool!

Jian Ruochen continued, "Qiu Jiawen and Zhang Qingzhe have both confessed. Next we will summon Lu Rong and question him again. Lu Rong is..."

He paused and whispered, "It is said that he intends to kill Xu Tuo, the old housekeeper of the Lu family. Mr. Molkerlin, you should think about it carefully."

After saying that, he stood up and said, "Sir He, we have the witnesses and evidence. If we can't get the answer, there's no need to ask anymore. Your health is more important, go eat."

He Chaoyong responded with a smile, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

Apart from Jian Ruochen, who else in West Kowloon can choke a criminal suspect to the point of being speechless with just a few words!

So comfortable!

He Chaoyong touched his face, went out and met Guan Yingjun's gaze, and couldn't help but sigh.

What a pity.

It's a pity that he is not as good-looking as Sir Guan, otherwise he would definitely use a hoe to pry the wall apart.

He doesn't like men, so it's okay to talk about love, but if he can pry Consultant Jian over to work for him...

Group Z has no idea how rich they will be!

Guan Yingjun half-squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly. He Chaoyong shuddered inexplicably and rushed straight to the tea restaurant.

Can't afford to offend.

Morklin in the interrogation room was taken away to go through the detention procedures. The entire West Kowloon was busy with the discovery of the spy. Those teachers were not all spies and needed to be interrogated and identified carefully.

This job was given to Gong Yingjie from the Anti-Triad Organized Crime Investigation Division, who had little work to do recently, while the Serious Crime Unit went home to rest after get off work.

We all fought a tough battle in the underground garage today and are exhausted both physically and mentally.

After returning home, Jian Ruochen took a hasty shower, washed his hair with shampoo, and rubbed the foam on his body. He didn't even bother to blow dry his hair and fell asleep on the bed.

When Guan Yingjun arrived, he saw Jian Ruochen with half of his body exposed outside the quilt. The silk quilt only covered his lower back. His clothes were uncovered and he was sleeping on his back with his long hair pulled to one side. His pillow was covered in wet marks.

He had no choice but to take a hair dryer, plug it into the bedside socket, and blow-dry the person's hair in the dim light of the night light.

Jian Ruochen was woken up in a daze, thinking that there was a mosquito flying around. She raised her hand to chase it away twice and slapped Guan Yingjun on the arm with a "pop" sound.

Guan Yingjun turned off the hair dryer.

Jian Ruochen thought the mosquito was dead, so he turned over and lay on his side. He opened his eyes dazedly and saw a shadowy figure beside him.

He reached under the pillow and felt the gun. He realized that the bodyguard must be someone he knew, so he called out, "Guan Yingjun?"

"Yeah." Guan Yingjun sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him.

Under the dim light of the night lamp, half of Jian Ruochen's face was sunken in the goose feather pillow, his eyelashes drooped, and because of vigilance, there was a little clarity in his eyes.

He had only two or three buttons on his pajamas, with the collar open, revealing his round shoulders.

There is a circular bullet scar on the left shoulder where I propped it up when I sleep on my side. Further down, the fabric was tangled together, revealing the belly that rose and fell with her breathing.

There is no care in sleeping.

If he really had ill intentions, Jian Ruochen would have died eight times.

Guan Yingjun smoothed the quilt, covered the body properly, wiped his hands, and then lay down on his side.

Jian Ruochen let go of the gun and walked over in a daze.

Guan Yingjun said: "We will sleep together from now on." He was still afraid that Lu Rong would hire someone to do something to Jian Ruochen.

"Hmm." Jian Ruo was so sleepy that she didn't know which way was which. She smelled the mint on the man's neck and fell into a deep sleep again.

The next day, the alarm rang.

Jian Ruochen closed his eyes and raised his hand to turn off the alarm clock on the bedside table. After a while, he opened his eyes and saw Guan Yingjun's collar was torn open.

He rested his forehead on the pectoral muscle and was stunned for a moment. Sir Guan is always very well-behaved and alert when he sleeps, as if he could stand up and run away at any time. It is impossible for him to rip his collar while sleeping.

He did this.

Jian Ruochen reached out her hand to cover the collar, but when she was buttoning it, her wrist was grabbed. She raised her eyes and met a pair of eyes that looked like a tiger taking a nap. She immediately buttoned up all the buttons under her hand and smoothed the wrinkles on the collar attentively. "Okay, get up."

Guan Yingjun stared at her intently, and suddenly asked, "Did I make you uncomfortable last time?"

Jian Ruochen was stunned.

What last time.

Oh, the time when I didn’t set the alarm at Bauhinia Apartment.

It's not that it's uncomfortable, it's just that it's too much. It makes people's thinking stagnate when they do it, and even fast and slow are nonsense.

When doing it, my mind is empty, as if floating in the sky, and the only fulcrum is the place where two people are entangled.

That feeling was like a fire burning two tangled ropes, which was finally extinguished by tears, leaving only ashes that flew away with a single blow.

Jian Ruochen looked at him and said, "No."

"Then why did you always hide later?" Guan Yingjun asked in a hoarse voice.

Jian Ruochen said nothing. She couldn't say that this was too comfortable and so happy that she couldn't think of anything else. But he needs a brain that can be used at all times, so it’s better not to come here too often.

Isn't this a disguised way of praising Guan Yingjun? Then can this bed still be lifted up?

Jian Ruochen looked around and said something else, "I'm not hiding. I have to summon Lu Rong today, go to the hospital to see Liang Xinyue and Xu Tuo, and finally confront Morklin again. There are so many things to do..."

It’s best not to come at all.

Guan Yingjun stared at the tips of his ears which were becoming increasingly red, and chuckled muffledly, his chest shaking slightly, which made people blush.

Jian Ruochen heard him speak so straightforwardly and said very clearly: "So that's how it is. I won't make you cry next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yingjun was kicked.

The kick was so powerful that it almost knocked the person off the bed.

The two of them were affectionate for ten minutes, then got up, washed, did some morning exercises, had breakfast and went to work.

I entered the Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, and before I even entered the door of Group A, I heard the morning news being broadcast in the lounge.

The sweet and capable voice of STN host Tang Shiyao came from the TV, "Yesterday, the West Kowloon Regional Police Station cracked a case of hiding explosives."

In this world, charging the British with espionage would allow them to escape punishment, so we have to bring other charges first.

Tang Shiyao said: "There is a British terrorist organization hiding between the underground garages of Mingren Primary School and Decheng Primary School. They have hidden tons of explosives in it, ready to endanger public safety."

"These explosives were enough to raze two primary schools to the ground. Fortunately, the Kowloon West Regional Police Station and the Flying Tigers (Special Duties Unit) stepped in and took down the terrorist organization, returning a safe haven for primary school students."

"When the Flying Tigers were carrying out their arrest mission, they did not expect a British organization to sneak into a primary school disguised as a foreign teacher and kidnap students. Consultant Jian stepped forward to deal with them, accurately grasped the psychology of these terrorists and negotiated with them, and cooperated with the action team to rescue the hostage students. Please see the details of the situation below."

When Jian Ruochen went to the lounge to get some water, he happened to meet Commander Tao who came down for inspection.

Tao Hongyun, the commander-in-chief of Xilonglong, was beaming with joy. When he saw Jian Ruochen, he smiled widely and gave him a thumbs up. "You are so awesome, handsome boy. I really regret not going to the scene to see you in action during the negotiation."

Jian Ruochen laughed twice.

Commander Tao was able to rise step by step in Hong Kong in the 1970s and become the chief commander. It was not enough to have ability alone. He was a born shrewd man and was deeply experienced in the ways of the world.

He was happy simply because the serious crime squad had done something meritorious and it was a source of pride for him.

If a hostage was injured in this operation, Commander Tao would definitely consider the impact of this hostage on the retirement process and then hold the serious crime team accountable.

Jian Ruochen's mind raced, and he opened his mouth and said, "It's not that heroic. It's because of your support behind the scenes that we have the confidence to negotiate. You don't know how nervous I was when this heavy responsibility fell on me. It was only because I saw your style in dealing with the thief king that I didn't lose my composure."

Although Commander Tao was a shrewd man, he was also quite capable when he was young. The story of him and Le Jinwen capturing the thief king alive was well-known and talked about in Hong Kong.

Commander Tao said: "Alas, the Yangtze River has its own back waves, and I am old. From now on, everyone will tell about your heroic figure in the negotiations!"

This makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

Jian Ruochen smiled and replied, "How could that be? No matter how it is spread, I was working under you during the negotiations."

Commander Tao laughed loudly, patted Jian Ruochen on the shoulder and praised him highly, and took out a letter of recommendation from his arms, "I originally wanted to test you, but I didn't expect you to be such a sensible child."

He flicked the recommendation letter with his finger. "A recommendation letter from the Police Academy. I heard you're going to graduate early? You must want to study at the Police Academy."

Jian Ruochen's eyes lit up, and he held the letter in his hand and looked at Commander Tao happily, "Are you really giving it to me? You wrote it to me personally?"

A letter of recommendation handwritten by the Chief Commander of Kowloon West Regional Police Station!

So impressive!

Tao Hongyun said with relief: "You are worth it."

What a talkative child! There is only one like him in West Kowloon. He must have a bright future.

The superiors did not allow him to train with the team during the operation, but instead placed him next to Le Jinwen. They must have wanted him to join the police department.

If you don't give Jian Ruochen convenience now, you will have no chance to make friends with him in the future.

Jian Ruochen didn't expect that coming out to get water would bring him unexpected gains, and he immediately saluted Tao Hongyun and said, "Thank you, Sir Tao!"

Tao Hongyun: "Hahaha, no need, we are all family, there is no need to calculate so clearly."

Jian Ruochen understood what he meant, "Then I'll accept it. If Sir Tao needs anything in the future, I will definitely help him."

Tao Hongyun let out a rare "ouch".

Really on the road.

He was a little uncomfortable with being abused by Lin Yazhi and Guan Yingjun for too long.

At this moment, the TV was showing a clip of Liang Xinyue lying down to protect the hostages.

The reporter was standing far away, and after processing the video, only a blurry shadow could be captured. However, coupled with the emotional explanation, the scene was still presented in an exceptionally complete, touching, and tear-jerking way.

Tang Shiyao choked up and said: "Leung Shun-yuet of Team B of Kowloon West Regional Police Station sacrificed himself as a shield to protect the hostages. He was shot several times and is still unconscious."

The screen showed Liang Xinyue lying on a hospital bed with a ventilator on.

"Now let's interview the hostages' parents."

The boy protected by Liang Xinyue appeared in the camera. His parents protected the child in the middle and cried in front of the camera. "We never thought that this school would have a connection with British terrorists. We are very grateful to the West Kowloon Police Station this time."

The woman sobbed and smoothed the child's hair. "Thank you Mr. Jian for coming forward to negotiate, thank you to the sniper from the Flying Tigers, and... and Sir Liang for protecting my child. If he... I really don't know what to do. He is also the child of a couple."

She felt the same way and couldn't stop crying. The reporter handed her the tissue and asked, "Does your child need psychological intervention after witnessing this scene?"

The child's father said, "We have found Mr. Li from Hong Kong University. He is very willing to help. Now all three children will receive treatment from him. We trust Consultant Jian's teacher."

The little boy was silent for a while, but then he said something shocking.

He said, "Mommy, don't cry. Baby is very capable and will become as capable as Consultant Jian or Officer Liang in the future! Protect mommy and daddy, and protect Hong Kong!"

The reporter's eyes lit up, and he squatted down and raised the microphone to his lips, "Little boy, after this, do you have a new dream?"

The little boy looked at the reporter and said firmly: "I want to be a policeman in the future!"

Jian Ruochen looked up.

At this moment, I feel happier than hearing others praise me.

Liang Xinyue protected a good child, and he will definitely be happy when he wakes up.

He picked up a kettle and exchanged a few words with other colleagues who were concerned about him. When he heard that everyone was worried about his safety and some even wanted to split up into groups to escort him to school and home, he had to wave his hands and politely decline.

In the end, Guan Yingjun waited for a long time but no one returned to the office, so he came out to look for someone. Only then did he dig Jian Ruochen out of the crowd and rescue him.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

After Guan Yingjun finished the formalities and was about to summon Lu Rong again, the Serious Crime Unit A received a foam box tightly wrapped with yellow tape.

This thing doesn't look like a good thing, so we can't open it rashly. We can only ask the explosive ordnance disposal department to help dismantle it.

Who knew that there was not a bomb inside, but a stack of A4 paper rolled up into a roll.

Guan Yingjun put on gloves, took out the piece of paper folded into a square and unfolded it.

He lowered it a little further so that Jian Ruochen, who was peeking out, could also see it.

The words above are printed.

[Serious Crime Unit A, Zhan Xinjia.] 】

[I am Xu Tuo.] 】

[Since you have received this package, I must be missing. 】