Chen Rou wasn't in a hurry. She just smiled and asked in return, "So it was the mainland government that forced you to cooperate with certain white people who didn't want to leave, and forced you to use the guns they gave you to slaughter your own compatriots, even your most loyal subordinate, Amin?"
Just now, he shot and killed Amin, who was loyal to him, also because he was forced by the mainland government.
But Cheung Tze-keung was remarkably calm about this, saying, "From the moment he picked up the gun, Amin was prepared to die."
He added, "Back then, the Qing government could even lease the entire Hong Kong to foreigners, so what's shameful about me cooperating with them?"
Chen Rou said, "So the Qing government was overthrown, and you will be severely punished by law."
At this point, Cheung Tze-keung had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, but she said, "Take the initiative to hand over your assets, reveal the councilors who conspired with you in the police and district government, confess and be lenient, and strive for lenient treatment."
In his past life, he was executed, but his wife absconded with a large sum of money and disappeared without a trace.
However, this was after 1997, when Hong Kong implemented the "one country, two systems" principle. Although it had returned to China, it still enjoyed a high degree of autonomy, and a large number of white people still worked in core government departments. Under the interference of those people, his money eventually disappeared without a trace.
But things are different now; he will be tried in mainland China.
With his repeated kidnappings and robberies, it is conservatively estimated that he has at least 500 million in savings. If that money were used for municipal services and for ordinary citizens, it would improve the living and housing environment of the entire Kowloon.
If that money can be recovered, at least the trust of Kowloon citizens in the mainland government and public security will soar.
Of course, Cheung Tze-keung wouldn't easily hand over hundreds of millions.
With a cold smile, he said, "You're dreaming."
But he only managed a slight smile before his lips began to twitch.
The mainland coastline is already visible. Nowadays, it is filled with high-rise buildings and highways encircling the city, not much different from Hong Kong. The patrol boats along the coast are similar to those of the Hong Kong police. At this moment, more than a dozen speedboats are circling around from all directions, and special police officers in green camouflage carrying submachine guns surround the yacht.
Just like the song says, "Pigs and sheep, where are they sent? To our beloved People's Liberation Army."
Surrounded by a large entourage and filled with jubilation, they delivered Zhang Ziqiang, this fat pig, ashore, into the hands of the military leadership.
If he could commit suicide, Cheung Tze-keung would have shot himself on the spot.
He would rather die standing than live on his knees, but Nie Zhao gave him the most pathetic way to die. He had wandered for half his life, only to return wearing shackles. His elders wanted to judge him, and his fellow villagers wanted to send him on his way with bullets.
The only thing he could probably do was grit his teeth and refuse to acknowledge the peace treaty with the foreigners.
He had to bow down and act like a dog to white people for money, but he could never let his fellow villagers know about it.
He would never admit it, much less reveal the savings he left for his wife and son.
He wouldn't say a word more when facing the mainland police.
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This was Chen Rou's second time meeting the old commander.
Last time, he was with Nie Rong, and he took Nie Yao to exchange work information.
Because Wang Baodao was a second-generation military officer, the old commander inevitably showed some favoritism and care towards his son.
When Yue Zhongqi and the others talked about the old commander, they couldn't help but make a few jokes, saying that he was biased and doted on his son.
Before seeing the old commander, Chen Rou had forgotten that the unlucky Wang Baodao had been stabbed and didn't know his condition, how serious his injury was, or if he was alright. Seeing the old commander approaching, a sense of guilt welled up in her heart.
In his previous life, he ultimately failed to help his son succeed, and Wang Baodao died early.
The old commander had already come over, extended his hand, and was shaking Chen Rou's hand.
She instinctively reached for a salute but then withdrew her hand: "Hello, sir."
He took her arm and led her aside. In Commander Wang's eyes, she was not a lowly soldier, but a wealthy socialite from Hong Kong.
In fact, when people become parents, it's inevitable that they will have biases. Chen Rou only understood this after she had her own child. Commander Wang's first question was also to A Yuan: "Your son is still young. If he doesn't see his mother, he might make a fuss, right?"
Chen Rou subconsciously said, "It's alright, he's more attached to his father."
Commander Wang said with a smile, "What a coincidence, my son is the same. By the way, Miss, you are my son's idol. Other people's wives are trying their best to have a son when they are pregnant, but he insists on having a daughter and says he wants to raise her to be like you."
Chen Rou turned around and saw that Yue Zhongqi's face was ashen, just like hers.
Wang Baodao's wife is pregnant and about to give birth, but Commander Wang is still unaware of his son's injury.
Hong Kong's internet signal can reach the mainland; you can still get a signal by taking out your mobile phone.
Someone brought breakfast; presumably Chen Rou likes coffee, so they even made her a hot cup of coffee.
A large group of young SWAT team members looked at her curiously, sized her up, and watched her.
Chen Rou had been running all night and was also very hungry, but she made the call first to ask about Wang Baodao's situation.
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