Chapter 187 Sir Jian, the criminal who is terrified
Zhang Xingzong took the film camera issued by the Police Reserve Division and took a dozen photos that could be stitched together in front of the whiteboard. "Advisor Jian..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked by Bi Xianxian.
Zhang Xingzong was confused for a long time before he realized that he had called the wrong name, "Sir Jian, I'll go put the photos together!"
Jian Ruochen smiled and pretended not to see the little actions of the two.
There are strangers around. Although pointing them out can help establish authority, it will inevitably make Zhang Xingzong and Bi Qianqian lose face.
Not worth it.
Zhang Xingzong sat down in front of the desk with his name on it, and suddenly he made a "click" sound, and touched the curved area of the L-shaped desk in disappointment, "There's no computer!"
The Police Force is really poor!
"Then just print it out, number it and send it to CIB downstairs. Ask someone to deliver the computer this afternoon." Jian Ruochen said, looking at his watch, "Would the others like to get to know each other?"
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing whether out of fear or concern, but no one took the initiative to step forward.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up and saluted the people in front of him, "Jian Ruochen, former criminal psychology consultant of West Kowloon Regional Police Station. Specializes in logical integration, graphic memory, criminal behavior and psychological analysis, negotiation and interrogation."
"The situation in the Police Department is gradually becoming more favorable for Chinese people. We are all elites who have been promoted from different police stations. I think you will not stay in the Criminal Investigation Department for a long time. However, the Criminal Investigation Department faces extremely vicious criminals. A little estrangement may lead to our death during the mission. I hope everyone will strengthen communication in private and not form so-called small groups."
Jian Ruochen paused as he spoke, "It would be best if we could become brothers. But if it's because of our personalities that we can't get along, we won't force it. Just don't do anything behind the scenes. If you want to compete within the group, then compete openly."
The young man stood upright, spoke in a loud and clear voice, and as Bi Xianxian looked at him, she suddenly remembered the first time Jian Ruochen entered West Kowloon CID.
He has really grown up and knows when and how to best win people's hearts.
Bi Xianxian stepped forward and was the first to respond. "Bi Xianxian, former Sergeant of the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. She is good at overall planning, on-site raids, and lurking and eavesdropping."
Zhang Xingzong followed her, "Zhang Xingzong, a former senior civilian police officer of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit. He is good at recording interrogations, memorizing texts, retrieving reports, collecting case files, etc."
He patted his chest and said, "I'll be in charge of the case report, so don't worry. You don't need to change a single word!"
Liu Sizheng said: "He is a civilian police officer in West Kowloon. He is responsible for responding to the scene and escorting the prisoners. He is good at fighting and his shooting skills are also pretty good. He is quite mediocre and honest. He doesn't talk much."
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips, glanced at Liu Sizheng, and suppressed the smile on his lips.
He is quite humble. Liu Sizheng's presence is not very strong in normal times, and his performance when he is on the scene is not outstanding, but he is stable. He is not outstanding in any aspect, but he is excellent in everything.
After the four police officers from West Kowloon introduced themselves, the others could no longer remain silent.
One of the muscular tall men took two steps forward and saluted, "Xie Tairan, Sergeant of the Criminal Investigation Division of the New Territories South Regional Police Headquarters, good at fighting and arresting criminals."
"Lu Pengyi, Inspector of Criminal Investigation Division, New Territories South Regional Police Headquarters. He is good at logical analysis, trace speculation, and deductive reasoning."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows and looked over. It was a man with a very gentle appearance. He didn't look like Guan Yingjun's type, but they knew similar things.
After the remaining two people in charge of tracking finished their introductions, Jian Ruochen waved his hand.
Just when everyone thought he was going to say a few words to his former boss, Jian Ruochen said, "Okay, everyone, clean up your desks. I estimate that CIB will come up to call us for a joint investigation meeting in an hour. After the first case is successfully concluded, I will treat everyone to dinner."
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
The entire greeting process took no more than five minutes, without a single word of nonsense.
The Police CID is having a great time.
Outside a fishing boat at Pier 9, Tsim Bei Tsui, New Territories.
Bao Jiayun was carrying a net bag of seafood, kicking off the heels of his slippers, and leaning against the rusty hull of the fishing boat to smoke a cigarette that had fallen off.
Surrounded by mist, he looked with a frown at the mountains in the distance that blocked his view. When Brother Nine approached, he saw Bao Jiayun leaning on the boat and acting crazy, as if he had epilepsy.
Ninth Brother looked at him silently, and suddenly closed his eyes, "Do you think I am committing a sin?"
Bao Jiayun said "Hmm?" slowly, and smiled, "You didn't force me to touch it. I wanted to touch it, and no one could stop me."
"You should start to quit. When we get to the mainland, we'll use the money to open a barber shop. I'll teach you how to cut hair. Don't do this anymore. Get married and live a good life." Brother Jiu advised.
"Brother..." Bao Jiayun called out tremblingly, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and then whispered, "How can haircuts make money faster than drug trafficking? It takes you an hour to cut a haircut, and you can make 1,000 in Hong Kong, but in the mainland, we can only charge you 10 yuan."
Bao Jiayun glanced at his cousin, "Ninth Brother."
He paused, then changed the subject, "Master Jiu, a pack of cigarettes costs 100,000 yuan! Do you dare to cut off a head for 10 yuan?"
Bao Jiayun took his last puff and threw the cigarette butt on the sand. "Anyway, I'm not willing to give up. I don't want to earn hard-earned money."
Jiu Ge stopped talking. He handed the last bit of goods in his hand to Bao Jiayun, "We can't contact the Nine-Faced Buddha anymore. He must have fled Hong Kong. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even want the factory. These goods can't be sold. Since you can't quit smoking for a while, in order not to delay things, just take them and smoke them on the way."
Bao Jiayun was stunned for a moment, "Are you leaving?"
"Well, things are going to change in Hong Kong." Brother Jiu raised his index finger and pointed to the sky above his forehead, making a circle. "Forget about Guan Yingjun being alone. We can still escape and maneuver with our years of experience. But when I came back today, I heard some fishermen listening to the news. It said that Jian Ruochen was appointed to the CID of the Police Department. We can't afford to take the risk."
Bao Jiayun cursed inwardly: Damn it, you’re going to fail.
He still misses Hong Kong, misses its prosperity, and misses its decadence and glamour.
I'm even obsessed with the feeling that every breath I take is like gold.
He heard that the mainland was very desolate, and he really didn't know what kind of life he and his ninth brother would live if they left Hong Kong.
Nowadays, life on the run is hard enough.
It’s all Jian Ruochen’s fault.
His thoughts were wandering, and his soul seemed to be flying in the air. Everything in front of him was colorful and bizarre.
Bao Jiayun thought: If Jian Ruochen could be killed, it would benefit all drug addicts in Hong Kong.
Brother Nine was shocked. “What did you say?”
Bao Jiayun smiled foolishly, wiped the corner of his mouth and asked: "Did I say it?"
"Damn it, Lu Rong and Lu Qian didn't kill him, how can we kill him? Don't smoke your brain. From now on, I'll give you two cigarettes a day, one at 10 am and one at 6 pm. No more than that." After the Ninth Brother finished speaking in a heavy voice, he saw that Bao Jiayun looked dissatisfied and had a ferocious expression, so he frowned, raised his hand and slapped him hard!
“Pah—”
The loud slap echoed throughout Pier 9.
Bao Jiayun's head was tilted by the blow. He touched his face blankly and looked at the person in front of him in shock. The double image disappeared. "Cousin?"
"Wake up." Brother Nine shouted in a low voice, "Go back and pack your things. We will steal a boat and leave immediately!"
He raised his hand and grabbed Bao Jiayun's shoulder. "Don't blame me for hitting you. This is an emergency. If we can't get away, do you think we can survive?"
"If you were arrested and taken to the police station, do you have the confidence to keep your mouth shut in front of that evil spirit Jian Ruochen?"
"It's fine if we tell all the secrets, but we have seen the Nine-Faced Buddha. If the Nine-Faced Buddha suspects that we have leaked his secrets, do you think our life in prison will be easy?"
"Do you know how many drug dealers in Hong Kong Prison are Nine-Faced Buddha's men? If he just reveals a little bit of his intention, it will be enough for those drug dealers who have been in prison for many years to make a move and kill us."
Bao Jiayun shuddered, "Brother, I was wrong."
"Go in and pack up quickly. Take the guns, ammunition, fishing rods, hemp ropes and nets. While you are packing up, I will catch some fish outside to eat on the way." Brother Jiu pushed him, "Go quickly!"
Bao Jiayun agreed, raised his hand to wipe his face, and stumbled into the cabin while holding onto the wall of the boat.
Ninth brother used a flint to light a fire, put the fish on the washed branches, and roasted them beside the fire.
The fish skin smelled burnt and fish oil quickly dripped down. He used an empty can filled with tampons to collect the oil and prepared to use it as a fire starter when he entered the wetland.
While Brother Jiu was doing all this, his eyes were not idle. He saw an old man carrying a fishing net coming from afar, so he put away the can, smeared his face with the charcoal ash on the stones near the fire, and pretended to be an ordinary fisherman.
He didn't want to kill anyone. Although there were few people here, once the shots were fired and the bodies were discovered, it was entirely possible that Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen would follow the trail and come here.
Brother Jiu put the grilled fish into a plastic bag, tied it up, and carried it into the cabin.
Bao Jiayun had already sorted out the supplies. At this moment, he was lying in the pile of goods he had just handed over and lit up another cigarette.
Brother Jiu couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled out the cigarette and put it out beside the small wash mirror inside the boat. He put the cigarette butt into the bag and said, "Still smoking!"
Bao Jiayun giggled and said, "Brother, I can't help it."
"Drink some ice water, go to the beach and vomit out the contents of your stomach to reduce your addiction, and don't delay your escape." Brother Jiu looked at Bao Jiayun's face and wanted to cruelly abandon him, but when he thought that this was his only relative, he felt reluctant.
He could always think of the days when they were children and depended on each other in a brothel. The children born to prostitutes were looked down upon. They could not go to school and did not even know who their fathers were. Their mothers died of illness.
At that time, they would share a piece of cake with each other.
When he was in the most difficult time, he had a high fever in the snow and ice. It was Bao Jiayun who carried him to the black medical clinic in Kowloon Walled City and sold himself to Lu Qian, who then paid for his medical treatment and saved his life.
If he left Bao Jiayun behind at this moment, he would be a real beast.
Brother Jiu gritted his teeth, picked up the diesel, and went to the boat he had already spotted to steal.
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at the same time.
The Criminal Intelligence Bureau of the Police Force is holding a joint meeting with the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
Guan Yingjun has marked the detailed location of Pier 9 in Tsim Bei Tsui. "It's a small pier, only used by some fishermen. The waterway is not wide, so cargo ships can't enter."
"Based on the location where Brother Nine appeared and Sir Jian's analysis, I think Brother Nine is most likely hiding here."
“It’s very convenient whether you drive through the wetlands or straight into the inland area.”
"They should still go through the wetlands." Jian Ruochen said, "There are many trees in this place, so it's easy to avoid pursuit."
Guan Yingjun nodded and turned to look at the police officer behind him, "Has the Rabbit Team that was sent to Pier 9 arrived yet?"
The male police officer looked at the time and said, "It should be time."
"Let's make a phone call and ask about the situation." Guan Yingjun said, "Whether there are any traces of Brother Jiu around, we should leave."
Zhang Xingzong was stunned and asked subconsciously: "So urgent?"
After saying this, he realized that he was not in West Kowloon. It was a bit disrespectful to talk to the leader of other groups in this way, so he took a step back and raised his hand to cover his mouth quietly.
Bi Xianxian rolled her eyes.
Having said all that, what's the point of trying to fix the situation?
Guan Yingjun never cared about these details. His expression was very calm and he said nonchalantly, "The news has already spread that our Sir Jian has graduated from the police academy. Many criminals will be frightened by the news."
He smiled and said, "According to our information, the Nine-Faced Buddha broke through the customs last night and drove the ship into the high seas. It is estimated that it has now fled to the Philippines."
Jian Ruochen turned his head away when he was looking at her, and the tips of his ears felt hot under his short hair.
Why is this person's tone of voice when calling Sir Jian so... so different?
It makes people feel very intimate.
Guan Yingjun laughed, "Brother Jiu is cautious. He will definitely want to run away immediately after receiving the news. Once he runs to the mainland, we will have little chance."
He drew a line on the whiteboard: "If he sails from the wetland reserve by water, it will be 200 kilometers at most. Fishing boats travel 15 kilometers an hour, so he can reach the inland jurisdiction in 10 hours."
Jian Ruochen looked stern: "We don't have much time."
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