Chen Ke wasn't afraid of him tidying up; he was afraid of him not tidying up at all.
There happened to be a large stack of documents on his desk, and Chen Ke picked them up: "These need to be put in a filing cabinet, I'll do it."
Inspector Cheung's attitude is just like how many waiters at Hong Kong hotels deliberately bully mainland passengers.
He snatched the document and yelled, "Inspector Chen, you've touched confidential documents without permission. Believe me or not, I'll call the police and have you arrested."
Chen Ke snapped to attention, bowed his head, and said, "Sorry, oh, no, sorry!"
Anyone who has served in the military or worked as a police officer should understand that his dull, incompetent, and troublesome behavior is very likely to provoke a kind of provocation from the opponent, which is also a human instinct.
Zhang Sir, provoked by him, raised the file in a striking motion: "Hiss!"
Chen Ke was so embarrassed he was going crazy, but he forced himself to take a few steps back, his head hitting the portrait of Queen Victoria on the wall. The Queen slammed against the wall with a thud, and he reached out to steady the painting. But as he swept his hand across the table, the Royal Superintendent of the Year award that Zhang Sir had just received last year flew out of his hand.
When Inspector Cheung saw the trophy fly away, he didn't even have time to curse the idiot before reaching out to catch it.
But his hand almost reached it, and Chen Ke's hand reached it too, and he was still shouting, "I'll do it."
What the hell? Not only did he fail to catch it, but the resin trophy slammed into the glass, sending the glass flying and the trophy flying away as well.
Asking how much trouble someone can get into is a question that comes to mind, as this is Chen Ke's first time attending a formal meeting at the police station.
Not only did he knock over Inspector Cheung's trophy, but he also smashed the window. He was apologizing, but before he could finish speaking, the statue of the Queen fell down with a crash and hit the ground.
Now, Zhang Sir wasn't just about to hit someone; he was practically ready to kill. He turned around, went behind the counter, picked up the Queen's portrait, and placed it on the table. It took him a long time to calm down before he told Chen Ke to leave. But as soon as he looked up, he said, "Come and clean up quickly."
He even smashed the queen's image, Chen Ke, he's just a complete idiot!
The cleaning staff has already come in; everything is a mess, so of course we have to tidy up the Queen's Residence first.
Today's workday consisted of meetings, and as is typical for most people, the meeting notes are kept in a drawer.
Zhang Sri took the key to open the drawer, first touching a gun, thinking it was the one he had placed there last night, so he put it aside, then touched the notebook.
But the moment he picked up the notebook, he looked down and jumped up as if someone had bitten his butt, slamming the drawer shut. At the same time, a sanitation worker wearing a large mask came over.
Inspector Zhang locked the drawer and said calmly, "Go out first, I'll come back to clean later."
Who the hell is messing with him?
The latest 911 is a high-quality gun that is only issued to soldiers of special US military branches and is not sold to foreign companies. Cheung Tze-keung was the only one in all of Hong Kong who owned one. It was also evidence of Cheung Tze-keung's crimes. As long as it appeared, Cheung Tze-keung was nailed to the pillar of guilt.
But how did it end up with him?
Because Chen Ke's behavior was unusual today, he didn't suspect Glass, but he became suspicious of Chen Ke.
At this moment, Chen Ke went out, watched the cleaner leave, then locked the office door and backed out.
After thinking for a moment, he naturally felt that this wouldn't work. Even if it meant framing someone, he had to get rid of the gun first.
But just as he was about to open the door after seeing that no one was around, his secretary arrived: "Director, the meeting is about to begin."
Chief Inspector Cheung's forehead was dripping with sweat because the Chief Inspector and the top detective of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) had already arrived. If he was late, it would be seen as him being arrogant, and if they didn't vote, he wouldn't be able to become the number one detective. What was he going to do?
Promotion is certainly important. He took out his phone and called his trusted aide as he walked: "Ah Yong, come out."
As he approached the door of an office, he was whispering instructions to his subordinates when he sensed something was wrong. He turned around and saw a cleaning staff member pushing a cart behind him. He frowned and said, "Isn't this cleaning during lunch break? Get out of the way!"
The cleaning staff had left, but Ah Yong's colleagues in the office had already noticed, so Director Zhang didn't say anything.
He walked quickly forward, then made another phone call to another subordinate.
However, just as he reached his subordinate's workstation, his secretary appeared behind him: "Director?"
Director Zhang was completely exasperated and asked sternly, "What is it now?"
He added, "Go upstairs and tell them I'll be two minutes late."
The secretary said, "No, Mrs. Nie is here to deliver a banner to you. She's already on the elevator and will be here soon."
Director Zhang stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning.
He remembered the banner being presented, but why today? Why did Mrs. Nie want to present it today?
The subordinate asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's the matter?"
Director Zhang still wanted to salvage the situation and was about to give some instructions when he heard a ding, and the elevator doors had already opened.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
