Chapter 57 Times Have Changed

While putting on their bulletproof vests in the locker room, the members of the Organized Crime Investigation Division couldn't help but talk about Jian Ruochen's plan.

"Giving the robber 50 million...isn't he afraid that he won't be able to get it back?"

"So what if I can't get it back? With such a huge hype around STN, are you still worried that today's profits won't be big enough?"

"This 50 million yuan not only increases the prison term of the robbers, but also makes our media company earn a lot of money and doubles our performance."

"Not only that, he has focused everyone's attention on this robbery, seemingly letting the person behind the scenes get what they want and let their guard down, but in fact he is secretly following the clues and may even be able to catch the robber's boss."

The more people thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.

"What a great plan..." Gong Yingjie tightened the Velcro on the chest of the bulletproof vest, raised his hand to check the holster and magazine, and sighed: "It's really not good to refuse to accept old age. When I was his age, I couldn't come up with such a comprehensive plan."

"It's interesting, but I don't know if I can catch it."

"Yeah, boss... why do I feel it's so mysterious... do you think Jian Ruochen is going to mess with us?"

In the workplace, bullying and harassment are common, and the police station is no exception.

Those who can enter the Kowloon Regional Police Station CID are all veteran police officers who have been in the industry for many years. They have seen many conspiracies and tricks that have nothing to do with the overall situation but can definitely affect their promotion.

Gong Yingjie glanced over and said, "Didn't the news just say that? He is the boss of STN Media. If he really wants to mess with us, would he have to go through so much trouble?"

"Too."

Everyone was chatting, but their hands did not stop, and they were preparing the magazines quickly.

"Ah... the young master is experiencing life. He has a strong backing, so if he makes a mistake, it's nothing. But we are in trouble."

Gong Yingjie raised his leg and kicked the man in the buttocks, and warned him in a low voice, "Why are you so sour today? Don't you have an informant? Jian Ruochen is not a born young master. Don't you know the hardships he suffered in the past?"

No one spoke in the locker room.

After all, Jian Ruochen was the first outside criminal psychologist consultant, and as soon as he entered the gate of the Kowloon Regional Police Station, he was stripped down to his bones.

Gong Yingjie put the ammunition, spare flash grenades, and tear gas into his chest pocket, glanced around, and said to ease the atmosphere: "Anyway, according to our usual method, we should first analyze the escape route, then use the license plate number to ask the surrounding shops and residents, and go door to door."

"We will definitely not be able to catch them if we try this for three hours. We might as well give it a try as Jian Ruochen said. If we find the wrong person, we can just follow our original plan. The pressure won't be on us anymore."

The Organized Crime Investigation Section looked at each other in bewilderment.

yes……

The one who is under the most pressure now is Jian Ruochen.

When Gong Yingjie took the team members out, Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun also put on their outfits.

A group of people drove and rushed towards the cordoned off area.

Gong Yingjie sat in the back seat of Guan Yingjun's car, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the person in the passenger seat, "If you make the wrong choice this time, the prestige you have established at the shooting range will be gone, and the money you spent on afternoon tea will be wasted. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and glanced back through the side mirror, "You can't solve the case just for the sake of face."

He lowered his eyes and said calmly: "If I'm wrong, then I don't need this face. Prestige must match strength, otherwise why come here?"

A shiver ran down Gong Yingjie's spine.

The young man's heroic and high-spirited demeanor is extremely shocking.

He sat behind Jian Ruochen, and suddenly felt that he had returned to the time when he first entered the regional police station.

My blood is boiling.

Gong Yingjie glanced forward again and saw in the side-view mirror Jian Ruochen supporting his chin and looking at the scenery outside the window.

He looked away.

So cool.

How could such a smart person like Lu Qian before?

Fortunately, I don’t like it now. If Jian Ruochen didn’t stand on the side of the police station, it’s hard to say how things would turn out.

Twenty-five minutes later, five cars stopped near the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront.

Jian Ruochen got out of the car and took out the map to compare, "It's this area, it should be the community in front."

Everyone shifted their gaze from the colorful map to the distance.

That patchwork of red brick buildings can hardly be called a neighborhood.

Most of the houses are only two stories high and are crowded together.

Not far away is the office of the Kowloon-Canton Railway Corporation. The red brick building should be the employee allocation building of the Kowloon-Canton Railway Corporation.

The Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront is famous for its gray industry, where many forces are entrenched, and its level of danger is second only to Kowloon Walled City.

The difference is that the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront is 1.2 kilometers long, which is a very large area and has a lot of forces.

Hong Kong police don't have much say here.

Gong Yingjie licked his lips, breathing a little hurriedly, "We'd better not alert the people from the Kowloon-Canton Railway Company. This is British territory."

He paused and said softly, "Look at the map...it should be the building near the beach?"

"Yes." Jian Ruochen raised his hand and pointed, "Choose one of the four."

Guan Yingjun continued, "It's the last building on the west side."

Gong Yingjie asked in surprise: "Why?"

Do the people in Group A have special skills?

The kind of skills that make it seem like the rest of them never went to police academy.

He glanced at Guan Yingjun several times without waiting for a reply: "Forget it, let's go see the building you mentioned first."

The last building on the west side is next to the beach, with a road in front, sand and a small port on the side, and ocean reefs in the back.

Jian Ruochen stepped on the beach, alternating deep and shallow steps, and sand soon got into his sneakers.

It would be fine if it was just soft fine sand, but there are also broken shells and large stones on the beach, which is very irritating.

He frowned and gradually fell behind the team.

Guan Yingjun walked beside him.

Jian Ruo was silent for a while, feeling really uncomfortable, so she had to divert her attention by talking, "Why is it the last building on the west side?"

Guan Yingjun's lips curled slightly, "When the robber kicked your suitcase, I saw traces of cement dust and rocks on his shoes."

Jian Ruochen understood and said, "Oh, so that's how it is. Among these houses, only the last one on the west side has wave-breaking blocks piled up on the beach, and wave-breaking blocks are usually placed in the reef area."

Why are there traces of scratches from rocks and wave-breaking blocks on the second brother's shoes?

As soon as the question came to his mind, Jian Ruochen immediately answered himself, "They must have hidden the stolen goods that they didn't have time to deal with on the coast near the wave-breaking blocks. That place is not easy to be discovered and is convenient for transporting."

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at the person beside him. The sound of waves rang in his ears, and the waves pushed his heart.

Jian Ruochen can always keep up with his thoughts quickly.

Not only can I keep up, but I can also think along the way, and my thinking is fast...

Jian Ruochen turned his head and asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Guan Yingjun laughed and said, "You have said it all. I have nothing to add."

The young man walked beside me, and the cool and sweet smell of grapefruit faintly overwhelmed the fishy smell of the sea breeze, making me feel relaxed.

Jian Ruochen blinked and continued, "It's Guan Sir who started it well."

The compliments came back and forth, and there was a feeling that they canceled each other out.

While talking in low voices, the policemen walked to the target building.

Jian Ruochen immediately fell silent, endured the foreign object rolling in his shoes and poking his feet, and quickly walked to the head of the team.

There is a grey van parked outside the building, and the person taking the photo is…AA1223!

It’s really here!

The eyes of the members of the Organized Crime Investigation Department when they looked at Jian Ruochen changed completely.

Jian Ruochen is good at shooting, which means he has the necessary qualifications to become a plainclothes policeman. He is rich and knows how to behave, which means it will be a pleasure to get along with him and be his colleague.

But that's not the most important thing...

The most important thing is that he can accurately find the robbers' base by drawing four circles in three minutes.

Such brains, such technology!

Born to be a police officer!

A thought flashed through Gong Yingjie's mind: After this case is over, I have to find a way to snatch Jian Ruochen away from the serious crime squad!

He lowered his body, raised his fist and pressed it down, then changed his gesture, making a 2, and then put two fingers together and pointed directly at the front window.

【sneak】

[Two people were assigned to guard the front window to prevent the robbers from breaking through the window and escaping. 】

Two people were immediately separated from the end of the team.

Gong Yingjie was about to take action.

Guan Yingjun suddenly grasped the handle of his gun and shook his head slowly.

The man's palm dropped backwards, pointing to the back of the house.

[There is a backdoor.] 】

Two more people were sent from the end of the team to block the door from behind.

Jian Ruochen held his breath, and before he could take his eyes off the gesture Guan Yingjun made, he was pushed back by Guan Yingjun and Gong Yingjie.

Guan Yingjun looked back at Jian Ruochen and made a C sign to him.

【magazine】

Group A locked the door, and the key to the locker room was in Madam Lin's hands, so they couldn't touch the controlled bullets.

But Jian Ruochen’s bulletproof vest contained the four that Guan Yingjun had worn when he went to Kowloon Walled City last time.

He pulled out one and handed it over, watching Guan Yingjun insert it neatly into the gun handle and then pull the bolt to load the gun.

Longing bubbling from the eyes.

I have to wait until after the new year to get a gun...

Gong Yingjiebi: [Preparing to score]

He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the lock and just as his finger was on the trigger, he heard laughter coming from the wooden door.

“——Hahahaha! Fifty million in exchange for the lives of hostages. These rich people are so stupid. Boss, we’re going to have a great harvest this time!”

"Come and drink, finish this meal before leaving!"

Gong Yingjie retracted his foot.

Everyone's eyes fell on Jian Ruochen again.

When people know how much tangible and intangible profits Jian Ruochen will get by spending the 50 million, it seems that the robbers are being played around by others without knowing it... It seems extremely stupid and ridiculous.

Jian Ruochen didn't know that there were ten people behind him staring at him and eavesdropping.

There was even the sound of toasting and clinking glasses coming from behind the door. "Boss, the police in Hong Kong are really getting dumber and dumber. I can imagine the methods they use to solve cases."

The other person chuckled, very obscenely: "They must have asked about our escape routes one by one. Although there is only one road to the seaside, we always take a detour and wait for them to lose us before coming back, haha."

"By the time those cops find us, we would have already abandoned our base and left by boat! Let those cops just sit here and stare at our leftovers in amazement! Haha!"

Jian Ruochen listened and looked at Gong Yingjie, "You guys..."

Are you really going to ask about the escape route bit by bit?

Gong Yingjie: …

Members of the Organized Crime Division: …

That's exactly what they thought before Jian Ruochen came.

Everyone handles cases this way; that's what they teach in police academies. Not everyone is as proficient in deductive reasoning or inductive reasoning as Sir Guan.

Everyone is better at drawing conclusions based on social connections and eyewitness testimonies.

The robbers laughed at Jian Ruochen's reasons as being ridiculous.

But the reasons for mocking them are like a sharp arrow piercing the knee.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

The members of Team B of the Criminal Investigation Department decided to vent their anger on the robbers.

Gong Yingjie raised the muzzle of the gun and fired suddenly at the keyhole.

Guan Yingjun immediately kicked towards the door.

"Bang!"

The door suddenly opened and hit the white wall behind the door frame, breaking into pieces in an instant.

Before Jian Ruochen entered, he smelled the aroma of red oil hot pot.

This is not the taste of Hong Kong people. Seafood hotpot and chicken soup are popular here.

He hasn't smelled the authentic smell of red oil for a long time.

Guan Yingjun and Gong Yingjie shouted at the same time: "Don't move, everyone get down!"

The scene of the bank robbery was repeated at this time.

But this time it was the robber who squatted down.

The leader wanted to fight back with a gun, but Gong Yingjie shot him in the hand without hesitation.

"Bang!"

"I said get down!"

Jian Ruochen suddenly narrowed his eyes and approached the back door. Someone touched the gun handle leaning against the door frame!

Can't let him get the gun.

Jian Ruochen raised his voice: "Behind!"

Gong Yingjie turned around, "What?"

At the same time, Guan Yingjun immediately raised his hand upon hearing the sound, and pulled the trigger decisively, shooting the arm of the minion at the back door.

The robber felt pain and the automatic rifle in his hand fell to the ground.

Gong Yingjie was stunned. Guan Yingjun reacts so quickly!

Jian Ruochen walked over quickly, kicked the back door open, kicked the gun on the ground out of the door, and after making sure that no criminal could touch the gun, he turned and looked at the robber.

The robber leader had a scar running across his face.

The moment he saw Jian Ruochen, he said in horror: "It's you!"

Criminal psychologist at Kowloon West Regional Police Station!

"How did you know we were here? How did you get here so quickly?"

The police quickly handcuffed the five subdued robbers.

Jian Ruochen glanced at the red oil hot pot.

The low table was a mess, but the tripe floating in the pot could still be vaguely seen.

Tripe was worthless in Hong Kong in the 1990s, and no Hong Konger would eat it to celebrate getting rich.

He retracted his gaze and sneered, "Do you want to finish this meal before leaving?"

Jian Ruochen bent down and picked up the wine glass on the table. He walked to the robber who was kicked to his knees by Guan Yingjun and used the edge of the glass to push his mouth open. "We in West Kowloon have always been friendly. I can help you."

His hand was tilted at a large angle, and the rim of the cup prevented the robber from opening and closing his lips. He could only open his mouth in vain. When he took the first sip, he was caught off guard and choked. At this point, it was no longer up to him whether to drink it or not.

The robber drank the whole thing while holding back his cough, and was choked to tears.

Jian Ruochen finished drinking and tapped his face lightly with the bottom of the glass, "Times have changed. Police officers nowadays don't arrest people by asking for directions."

Gong Yingjie felt guilty and his eyes were wandering.

Jian Ruochen threw the wine glass aside and picked up the wine bottle on the table. "Tell me, who is the boss who gave you money to rob a bank five times?"

Although Sir Guan has an informant keeping an eye on Kowloon, he still has to ask.

After all, informants are human beings, and as human beings they have selfish desires. What they say is far less reliable than that of the parties involved or future surveillance cameras.

He slowly squatted down and looked the robber straight in the eye. "Now I am the butcher and you are the meat. Answer my questions carefully. If you keep hesitating, I will buy you a drink."

Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen and felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

His head felt swollen, as if he was the one drinking.

Gong Yingjie was stunned for a while, then turned around and asked, "What does this mean?"

Why give the robbers alcohol?

Guan Yingjun explained under his breath: "The position change is completed through action, making people think that he is the leader of the action, which makes it easier to exert pressure."

Sir Gong understood.

Consultant Jian doesn't look dignified enough, so he needs this kind of assistance.

He looked at the criminal.

The robber's expression was unyielding and as stubborn as a donkey.

Jian Ruochen chuckled: "Robbery of 1 million to 3 million, the sentence is 10 to 20 years. 50 million or more, life imprisonment."

"These days, money is not as easy to make as you think."