Chapter 188: Pursuit (1)
In 1995, Hong Kong police could not jointly enforce the law with mainland police without completing the necessary formalities.
Jian Ruochen crossed his arms and thought for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Are you CIB also involved in the arrest?"
A muscular and fashionable man who had been sitting by the desk in CIB jumped off the desk upon hearing this, walked over to Jian Ruochen and poked his head in: "Wow, Mr. Jian, this Brother Nine has seen the Nine-Faced Buddha. We in CIB have been chasing the Nine-Faced Buddha for a long time. You can't just come and snatch our prisoner away, right?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned, his eyes passed over Guan Yingjun, "How could it be? Just a simple question, it's easier to get things done with more people, count the number of people so I can book a celebration banquet after the operation. It's not good to eat separately if we catch people together, how polite is that?"
The trendy man was speechless. He stood in front of Jian Ruochen, and couldn't figure out how to continue for a long time.
He was not very good at dealing with people. He hesitated and sighed in frustration.
Jian Ruochen asked: "Including the Rabbit Team, do you have 30 people?"
The fashionable man stepped down the stairs suddenly: "There are 28 people in the first group."
Jian Ruochen gestured an OK, turned around and said to Guan Yingjun, "Let's go upstairs and get ready. Meet in the parking lot in five minutes."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun looked at the high-spirited man with a smile in his eyes.
He witnessed Jian Ruochen's journey step by step to where he is today, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
When the police officers are ready to go.
Pier 9, Tsim Bei Tsui, New Territories.
Brother Nine has already stolen a fishing boat.
This is an abandoned small fishing boat that has been idle for a long time and no one cares about it. After several months of repairs, the interior is now barely usable.
He put the diesel away and handed a few cans to Bao Jiayun, "Here."
Bao Jiayun finished vomiting, and his drug addiction was temporarily gone. He huddled in a corner and kept shaking, "What is this?"
"A bomb, homemade." Brother Jiu pulled out a fuse from the bottom of a can. "Just like the firecrackers we had when we were kids, light the fuse and throw it out. If you run into the police while running, light it and throw it at them."
Bao Jiayun nodded tremblingly and hugged the four cans tightly.
After his drug addiction faded and his rationality returned, he realized the fear belatedly. "Brother, I will listen to you. I will quit drugs, and then we will use the money we have earned in these years to open a barber shop, and you will cut my hair. My hair is so long, itchy, and uncomfortable. I want to cut my hair."
Jiu Ge laughed and raised his hand to touch the messy hair on his head that hadn't been cut for more than half a year. Even though he knew that once Bao Jiayun's drug addiction took effect, these words would become a thing of the past, he still whispered, "Okay."
He paused and said, "I'll go out and drive the boat. You look out the small window at the back of the cabin and watch the wind."
Bao Jiayun nodded, waited for Brother Jiu to go out, then turned around and squatted by the window, looking straight out.
The fishing port was quiet.
The fishermen hardly talked while they were working, as fishing seemed to have taken up too much of their minds. They kept their lips tightly shut, not wanting to utter their last breath against the suffering; even if they spoke a few words occasionally, their voices were not very loud.
So tired.
Bao Jiayun thought.
The water near the dock was dark, and the tide was pushing the gravel onto the shore, leaving behind traces of light and heavy matter.
At this moment, Bao Jiayun's face was full of fatigue, but his heart was full of imagination about the future.
Perhaps he could really do as his brother said, run to the inland, find a remote mountain village to live in seclusion, open a small barber shop, live a self-sufficient life, then marry a wife and have a few children.
He stared at the sea, raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.
Then the boat started moving.
The boat was not clean. The outside of the cabin seemed to be covered with mud, and it made a loud noise when it started.
Brother Jiu was at the helm, and his heart was in his throat when he heard the throbbing sound of the propeller when the engine started.
Pray that the fishermen don't notice this abandoned boat hidden in the corner.
Brother Jiu had never smoked before. He once wanted to try it and had the cigarette lit, but thinking of the embarrassed looks of his clients when they asked for drugs, he still couldn't put the cigarette into his mouth and instead put it out on the frame of the hairdressing mirror.
He never imagined that Bao Jiayun, whom he sent to study in the UK, would become addicted to drugs there.
The moment Brother Jiu drove the boat out of the dock, he finally shed tears.
He seemed to regret, and also seemed to be crying for joy that he was able to escape.
As long as he could escape from Hong Kong, with his abilities, he would be able to shake off the past and live the rest of his life in peace in the mainland.
The boat gradually disappeared into the water.
The senior inspector of Group A of the Criminal Intelligence Bureau, the Rabbit Team, had already sensed something was wrong and called Guan Yingjun to report: "Sir Guan, we have found traces of Brother Jiu living at Pier 9 of Tsim Bei Tsui Fishing Port. There is a fire that is still warm, and the fishing boat next to it should be Brother Jiu's former base."
Guan Yingjun stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. He was too focused to speak. He tilted his head, held the steering wheel with one hand, and handed over the phone with the other.
Jian Ruochen immediately took over: "From your tone, they should be gone. Is there anything unusual around the fishing boat?"
The senior inspector was stunned for a moment when he heard Jian Ruochen's voice.
Sir Guan did not give any instructions, so why did a stranger answer the phone?
If this phone was not stolen, then are there people in this world who can communicate with each other without speaking?
"Mr. Guan is driving, and I turned on the hands-free mode." Jian Ruochen seemed to know his confusion and explained concisely.
"Oh." The senior inspector said, "There's nothing unusual around here. I asked the fishermen around here, and most of them didn't recognize the photos we provided. Brother Jiu and his men must have disguised themselves to change their features."
Jian Ruo pondered for a moment, then calmly ordered, "Search the base to see if there are any important survival items and cash left inside. If not, they must have escaped first."
The senior inspector of the Rabbit Team was initially a little uncomfortable.
After all, he was Superintendent Guan's subordinate. It didn't make sense for him to listen to instructions from a trainee inspector who was lower in rank than him. But the more he listened, the more he felt that this person's handling style was very similar to that of Guan Sir, as if he was personally trained by Guan Sir.
Jian Ruochen said methodically, "If we find out that they have escaped, we will ask around to see if there is any lost ship."
Except for the softer tone and more detailed orders, the rest of the case handling sequence is exactly the same as when Sir Guan gave the order himself!
The senior inspector stood at attention subconsciously and responded: "Yse sir!"
Jian Ruochen hung up the phone and put the phone back into Guan Yingjun's chest pocket.
His fingertips touched the man's chest, but at this moment he had no romantic thoughts.
I just want to go faster and faster.
The sirens sounded from Hong Kong Island through the undersea tunnel to Kowloon, and finally echoed throughout the New Territories and reached Tsim Bei Tsui.
The driving time that normally takes 3 hours was shortened to 1 hour by Guan Yingjun and his team.
Zhang Xingzong's legs were weak when he got out of Guan Sir's back seat. He only knew that Guan Sir drove scary, but he didn't expect that the speed at West Kowloon was not Guan Yingjun's limit!
He rushed to a corner of the beach near the harbor, lay there and vomited violently, then stood up with a pale face and bought a bag of ice water to rinse his mouth from a nearby store.
The boss stared at him for a long while, then suddenly asked, "What do you do?"
Zhang Xingzong took out his ID: "Police, I'm from the CID of the Police Department—yue!"
Jian Ruochen also felt a little nauseous. He walked over to Zhang Xingzong and stroked his back, then handed the boss a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Boss, give me a pack of ice water, too."
The old man took the money and rummaged through the plastic foam box. "Oh, all the water is sold out. That was the last pack. Sorry, handsome." He was about to hand the money back.
Jian Ruochen waved his hand, "Then give me a pack of this orange juice."
Half of the ice in the foam box has melted, and the remaining ones are floating on the water. In the box, there is still a lot of cola, orange juice, and plum juice left, no less than ten of each, but there is not even a bag of ice water left.
strangeness.
Is it because ice water is cheaper, so it sells faster?
Jian Ruochen twisted the orange juice handed to him by the boss with his fingers, bit the corner of the bag and took two sips, then looked away thoughtfully, and smiled tentatively: "Master Ding, this orange juice tastes good, why doesn't anyone buy it? Is it much more expensive than ice water?"
"Hey! No way!" The boss leaned back and made a three with his hands, "The price of iced fresh water and iced sweet water here is the same, three dollars a bag!"
"Then why don't you buy sweet water!" Jian Ruochen took two or three gulps of the sweet water in the bag and threw the plastic bag into the big bucket at the door, as if he was indignant about the sweet water.
"I don't know... Today a weird guy came and bought 20 packs of ice water in one go, drank them all and then ran to the shore to vomit." The boss leaned over the counter to inquire, "Is he an undercover police officer? Is there some heinous murderer lurking in our fishing port?"
"no."
Guan Yingjun's voice suddenly came from behind, "He is a fugitive. Drinking ice water to induce vomiting is to eliminate the physical reaction after taking drugs."
Jian Ruochen was so moved to the side by the heat emanating from him.
Guan Yingjun saw a bunch of cotton-like dirt on Jian Ruochen's back, lowered his eyes, picked it off for him, rolled it into a ball in his palm, and threw it aside.
Natural and intimate.
Zhang Xingzong felt a little embarrassed when he saw this.
When the boss heard about drug use, his face changed immediately.
People like them who live by the sea fear drugs the most. If they take drugs, they won't be able to catch fish or drive a boat, and their whole family will be ruined.
Jian Ruochen said quickly, "No need to change the money, I'll give it to you as a tip. We want to get some information from you. Where did that person go? Your store is in a great location. You can almost see the entire fishing port. Did you see which fishing boats left the port just now?"
The boss thought for a while, "There were three. One of them was a little strange. It was heading towards the wetland. This place was designated as a protected area only this year, and fishing is prohibited. I was wondering why the boat was so strange, but I didn't think much about it at the time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the senior inspector from the Rabbit Team who came to report the situation stood not far from the store, and was very silent.
They spent an hour asking around in the surrounding fishing villages before they came to the conclusion.
Jian Ruochen just went to the store and bought some ice water to solve the problem!
They also came to question the boss, and he was very cautious at the time, and didn't say anything about the ship or the port!
Now...how could this be!
He is a senior inspector majoring in CIB intelligence, but he is not as good as a CID trainee inspector in handling intelligence?
When Guan Yingjun turned around, he saw that his senior inspector had taken root under his feet and his eyes were weak.
He asked, "What's the report?"
The senior inspector choked up, his eyes full of resentment, "It was there before, but now it's gone."
He whispered, "It will take several hours for the police department's maritime department to dispatch a boat. We have to wait."
Jian Ruochen: ...
How many hours?
When the boat arrived, everyone had disappeared.
Too late.
"What should we do?" Lu Pengyi asked anxiously, "We can't wait that long. Where can we get a boat?"
Xie Tairan also stood here without knowing when, frowned and sighed: "The fishing port is full of boats, but these are the boats that the fishermen use to make a living. They value them more than their lives. I guess they won't lend them."
"It's okay." Jian Ruochen comforted, "I can rent it. If it breaks down, I'll pay for a new boat at market price."
Xie Tairan was stunned for a long while, then took a deep breath.
It was not until all the police officers were ready on the fishing boat that he reacted and stared at Jian Ruochen.
Zhang Xingzong held the submachine gun in one hand and raised his other hand to pat Jie Tairan's shoulder, comforting him: "It's okay, you'll get used to it."
“Since we had our little God of Wealth, West Kowloon has been fighting such a wealthy battle.”
Today I will open your eyes to the New Territories Regional Police Station.
Xie Tairan hesitated for a while, "Aren't we all from the Police Department's CID now?"
What this means is that the Little God of Wealth is no longer the Little God of Wealth of West Kowloon, but of the Police Force, and what belongs to you is also mine.
Bi Xianxian: …
She stood back and the more she thought about it, the more ridiculous and funny it seemed to her.
It turned out that Xie Tairan was also a young and ignorant man. In the morning, he didn't like those born in West Kowloon. Now that he had tasted what it felt like when the little God of Wealth took action, he actually started to quarrel with Zhang Xingzong.
Two idiots.
Jian Ruochen ignored the incident behind him. He thought about the route map and found that there was no large waterway suitable for navigation in the wetland. Ninth Brother was very likely to abandon the ship and walk to the inland.
He picked up the intercom and said, "Attention, all units. Prepare to pursue. Go along the waterway outside the wetland. Don't go too far from the shore. If you see any boats, be ready to fire warning shots immediately!"
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