Boss Nie went home to take a shower and rest, but the whole matter is still ongoing.
Meanwhile, inside the police station building, Inspector Gu looked at Acting Sergeant Zhao and said, "Let's go to Tamar Base."
Zhao Sir hesitated for a moment: "Are you sure we want to listen to Huo Qi, but..."
Inspector Gu pressed his hand on the table, his tone calm, and asked in return, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of their guns, or their people, or are you one of them, like Lin Yong, the Lin sir?"
Zhao Sir stood up and said firmly, "Gu Sir, I am a Hong Kong police officer, serving only the citizens of Hong Kong."
Chief Inspector Gu said, "Since you are innocent, what do you have to be afraid of?"
Huo Qi said that a large amount of evidence was buried under the collapsed military dormitory building.
As a Hong Kong police officer, there is only one way to prove that you have not been bribed by the Military Intelligence Bureau and are not an inside agent: set off immediately with a search warrant to the military base and conduct a search.
That's the only way the officers can prove themselves.
Inspector Gu pushed forward the search warrant he had personally signed: "It's your turn. Let's all sign it together to prove our innocence."
After a moment of silence, Inspector Zhao readily signed his name: "To witness my innocence!"
The other officers also signed their names.
Three minutes later, downstairs, the entire Flying Tigers team, the entire Major Crimes Unit, and the Criminal Investigation Department rushed to the scene.
Of course, this was even bigger news than last night, and it was worth filming. When the reporters were taking pictures, almost all the police officers and Flying Tigers members were deliberately flexing their muscles to show their imposing presence.
Everyone was putting in their best effort, determined to produce a life photo like Mrs. Nie's last night.
After all, they were heading to the real restricted area for police officers in Hong Kong, the garrison area of the British Army.
Their arrival, in a sense, heralded the true rise of the citizens of Hong Kong.
Over the past century, their ancestors started as low-ranking officers, working as assistants to the Indians. Later, they gradually rose to become second-ranking police officers, wearing short-legged police trousers. Now, only a handful of them have reached high-ranking positions in the police force. But what was the price they paid?
Every Chinese sheriff met a tragic end, forced to collude with the white high command.
In other words, even now, they remain second-class citizens on their own land.
Until today, until this moment.
They all had Hong Kong faces and spoke Cantonese.
They were carrying a search warrant, heading openly to a white-collar area, specifically the military's headquarters.
As long as you are a human being, you will have a sense of belonging and a sense of honor.
When all the officers marched off to the barracks in a grand procession, who wouldn't feel proud and honored?
Today, the reporters aren't criticizing the white police officers, they're criticizing them.
They will be photographed and appear in tomorrow's newspaper.
This is a historic juncture; they are the people who are experiencing and changing history.
But in reality, the whole thing had nothing to do with them; it was all done by Huo Qi alone.
In the past few years, after being demoted to traffic police, he initially focused on competing with mainland police officers, busy trying to catch Cheung Tze-keung. However, in the process, he discovered the darkness at the top, so he was willing to be dismissed to get to the bottom of it. Just a few months ago, he lived and ate in a dilapidated van for forty days.
He was penniless, eating braised pork trotters with rice provided by his colleagues, drinking bottled water, and barely sleeping.
Driven by an unwavering determination to expose everything as long as he survived, he located the intelligence station and uncovered the hidden agents.
So it was his sheer toughness that allowed him to force the Hong Kong police to back down.
But he himself was neither fortunate enough to enjoy the glory nor to witness it with his own eyes.
On the contrary, he was extremely worried at this moment, staying in the hotel room with Maozi.
He was afraid that if not all the agents from the Military Intelligence Bureau were dead, some might escape and try to kill him by following the phone line.
He was terrified and anxious, like a frightened bird, waiting for his death.
Of course, judging from the historical pattern, Huo Qi was bound to die.
Throughout Hong Kong's century-long colonial history, there have always been those who stood up against the authorities and achieved remarkable victories.
Tragically, those who carry the torch for the masses will eventually perish in the snow. Thus, the establishment of each department, from the status of police officers to the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) and the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), was achieved through bloodshed and sacrifice. And barring any unforeseen circumstances, Fok Kai will be no exception.
But of course he doesn't want to die yet; he wants to live to witness that the Hong Kong Police Force belongs only to the citizens of Hong Kong.
He had to see with his own eyes as those white police officers slunk away.
At the same time, an exhausted Nie Zhao lay on his wife's lap, having just fallen asleep from exhaustion, when he instinctively jumped up, the amplitude of which was even more exaggerated than when he walked barefoot on the cement floor the night before.
It was just like the Japanese invaders had entered the village.
Chen Rou was startled by him. She was about to ask something, but then realized something was wrong and turned her head away.
Okay, so it turns out she's Boss Nie's precious darling.
Oh no, I should say, he was the most serious person in the world, Xiao Ayuan.
In front of Xiao Ayuan, Boss Nie always had to maintain the image of a great yet kind father.
Honestly, how did he fall asleep while we were chatting?
If my son finds out that he's also lying on his mother's lap, crying like a baby, that won't do.
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