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Back to what we were saying, 8:28.
Chen Ke entered the meeting room, which was reserved for Hong Kong's top police superintendents, two minutes early.
Even Inspector General Gu had arrived by then. It wasn't time for the meeting yet, and some people had taken their seats, but most of them were standing, chatting and laughing with the reporters. Among them were about seven or eight white people, that is, foreigners.
When Chen Ke entered, he had to find his place. Then he discovered that, as if he were a plague, everyone would look away a second before he even nodded.
He walked from one end of the long table to the other, only nodding once when he passed Inspector Gu.
His seat was at the end of the table, and the moment he pulled out the chair, the officers on both sides simultaneously pulled out their chairs and moved away from him.
The scene was captured by reporters eager to see what was happening.
With media present, he proactively nodded to the right and then to the left. The officer on the left turned his head, and when he looked to the right, there happened to be an empty seat. The officer there simply took his name tag and went to another chair, ignoring him.
He represented the mainland public security force and finally entered the conference hall, but everyone treated him as if he were invisible.
The reporters chatting with the superintendents all looked at him with pity, mockery, and schadenfreude.
However, he actually quite likes the atmosphere of these large meetings of the Hong Kong Police Force.
When everyone chatted, they were all arm in arm with their hands in their pockets. There were no neatly arranged large teacups on the table, and no trembling clerks running around. The atmosphere was completely different from meetings on the mainland.
The O-Division's top cop, with his stern face, looked like an ordinary person. He had his hands in his pockets and was chatting and laughing with a few reporters. He seemed very approachable. It was just a pity that when people saw him, they would deliberately avoid eye contact.
Finally, at 30 minutes past the hour, all the police superintendents took their seats, solemn and dignified, while the reporters retreated to the very back.
Chen Ke sat up straight, waiting for the meeting to begin, and carefully examined the left side of the meeting room.
Hong Kong has no military; the honors that belong to the military are held by the police.
Besides the Queen in the center of the room, the walls on both sides are decorated with images of the top detectives who have served as the number one detective over the past century. Excluding those who were dismissed for committing crimes, there are a total of 12 people on the walls.
Chen Ke found it somewhat surreal, because ten of them were white, and only two were Chinese. The renowned detectives Lei Luo and Yu Zhengrong, who were once famous across the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong, were not on the list, and no one has been listed since.
A long white chrysanthemum was placed in the middle of the huge long table. The slogans on the wall were all in English. Chen Ke recognized some words, but not many. Like everyone else, he also put his notebook on the table and looked at the empty seat opposite him.
Inspector Gu glanced at his watch every now and then, then at Chen Ke across from him, and was clearly displeased.
Because Chen Ke brought five men to arrest Zhang Ziqiang, Inspector Gu had witnessed the scene firsthand. His abilities were undeniable. This was his first time here, and everyone else had performed exceptionally well, but the highest-ranking officer was late. Was that acceptable?
The second hand ticked, and Secretary Xu came in, saying, "I'm sorry, because Mrs. Nie has come unexpectedly, Inspector Zhang is currently receiving her..."
Then came the iconic moment, because before the secretary could finish speaking, Chen Rou arrived at the conference room door.
Her appearance immediately caused all the reporters in the back row to stand up.
This wasn't the main story, but it was a huge windfall. Everyone remained silent, just patting her on the shoulder.
Behind her was Secretary An, who was all smiles. She was wearing a dark blue oversized suit and sunglasses. She walked gracefully to the conference room door, took off her sunglasses, looked around, and smiled sweetly: "Did I come to the wrong place?"
The secretary said that Inspector Cheung was entertaining Mrs. Nie, which is obviously a lie.
The group of superintendents were both angry and embarrassed, while the reporters whispered among themselves.
Then Chen Rou smiled, said sorry, and turned to leave.
Then there's Zhang Sir, who eagerly chased after the person, and the reporters captured it on camera.
Chen Ke, who was usually a quiet and reserved person and rarely uttered a word, saw Zhang Sir passing by and said, "Everyone must be quite busy. Since Zhang Sir has more important work to do, why don't we get started?"
No matter how powerful Nie Tai was, he was still an ordinary person; no matter how rich Nie Zhao was, he was still a commoner.
The Royal Hong Kong Police Force represents the Hong Kong government, the official body. How could an ordinary person be more important than an official meeting?
So the deputy director went to pull people away, and Inspector Gu followed closely behind, intending to give Zhang Sir a good scolding.
Fortunately, the meeting finally started smoothly.
Moreover, after being stunned by a series of unexpected actions that morning, Zhang Sir suddenly realized what had happened when Chen Ke was reporting on his work. He suddenly remembered Chen Ke's unusual behavior that morning.
That's both a patch and a flaw in the overall mission.
Since high-rise buildings are made of explosion-proof glass, how could they be so easily smashed?
So there's only one possibility: someone smuggled the gun into his office from the outside, and the internal surveillance couldn't find the culprit. He could also push the matter out without implicating any of his subordinates.
But all the tricks he came up with that morning out of guilt turned out to be foolish.
Two from the police station, two from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau, and his four trusted confidants are currently trying to move the guns out of the station. There's also a problem with the text messages on his phone; if they're exposed, it'll be a real problem. Compared to that, offending his colleagues doesn't seem like a big deal.
So suddenly, Chen Ke stopped speaking and looked ahead.
Several reporters disregarded police orders and crawled forward to take photos.
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