Rooftop of Shau Kei Wan Police Station.

The sea breeze blew the Union Jack flag, and the ships on Kowloon Bay were criss-crossing with melodious whistles. The rain clouds were thick on Devil's Mountain opposite, and the buildings stretched for more than ten kilometers along with the undulations of the terrain.

Lei Luo stood facing north, holding the pineapple oil and coffee bought by Lard Boy in his hand while eating and drinking. Less than one meter away from him, Lin Yue sat on a cement pier and smoked a cigarette.

"Lard boy, look, it's really incredible that such a small Hong Kong has so many golden eggs." Lei Luo took a bite of the place with more butter, frowned and said, "Now these little gangsters have made such a mess.

As a result, they have no money to make and we can’t make any money. If I were to make the decision and do things in an orderly manner, then they would have enough food and clothing, and we would be able to make more, do you believe it?"

Lardboy said: "Really or not?"

"I believe it." Lin Yue stood up from the ground: "When the police work with one family, everyone will have money and food to eat, and the streets will not be so chaotic. Part of the collected fees will be used to feed the ghosts.

, and then give part to the grassroots police officers, and the rest is divided among the detectives, detectives, sergeants, etc. in proportion. As long as the interests of all parties can be coordinated, the Hong Kong Governor is the king of HK on the stage, and you are the underground

The King of HK."

Damn, what is the background of this little policeman?

Lardboy regretted a little, he had known better that he would have bought two breakfasts when he came up.

Lei Luo patted the fat man on the shoulder: "Go and see if those people are ready?"

"Okay, Brother Luo."

Watching Lardboy leave, Lei Luo looked at Lin Yue with a half-smile but not a smile: "Do you know that smart people are very annoying?"

"But smart people can help you."

"Believe it or not, I will inform Yan Tong to send someone to arrest you?"

"If you want to give me to Yan Tong, you won't bring me to Shau Kei Wan, let alone let me hear those words just now." Lin Yue tied his shoelaces, stood up and stamped his feet: "You want to get Yan Tong,

I also want to get Yan Tong. You want to make more money, and I also want to make more money. Since we all have the same goal, of course we want to be friends."

Lei Luo looked at him steadily for a while: "How can you help me?"

Lin Yue suddenly took out his gun and pulled the trigger behind him.

Bang!

The bullet accurately hit the soda bottle in the corner of the cement fence, causing glass shards to fly everywhere.

Lei Luo was startled, tilted his upper body and shrank his head and said: "You want to die, and you don't even say a word about shooting."

This guy is very skilled, has good marksmanship, and is a bit smart. It would really be helpful to have him by your side.

"I'm going to go downstairs and have something to eat." Lin Yue put the gun back into his waist and walked towards the corridor.

Lei Luo stared at his back and said, "Be careful."

…

Lin Yue went to the morning tea shop not far away and ordered three barbecued pork buns and a bowl of white porridge. After finishing the five-organ temple, he felt that time was almost up, so he walked to the police station humming a ditty that did not belong to this era.

As I was approaching the front door, I saw Hunter, the bastard, angrily walking out with two British policemen. This guy was seriously injured last night. His right eye socket was completely blue. He had a sheath around his neck and was walking with a limp.

Yes, it's like someone opening the back door.

"Hello, Superintendent Hunter." Lin Yue greeted him in English.

Bad Hunter looked at Lin Yue carefully: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

"Superintendent Hunter, you have a very good memory. We fought together last night. I didn't expect Curly Hair to be so good at fighting. I should have called more people if I had known." After saying this, he seemed to have noticed the injury on his face and pretended to be surprised.

: "Wow, Superintendent, your injury is very serious. I happen to know a few old Chinese medicine doctors who specialize in treating bruises. Do you want to introduce them to you?"

"Shut up!" Hunter the bastard roared angrily, and he and his men got into the police car next to him.

At this time, Sheriff Yan Zheng and several uniformed policemen carried Wu Shihao, who had been severely beaten by Hunter, out of the prison cell and put him into a police car. After giving the reporter the money, Lardboy walked to Lin Yue and looked at the rotten ghost.

Hunter's car asked: "What were you talking about just now?"

"I asked him why his injury was so serious and whether he would like to introduce him to some old Chinese doctors who specialize in treating bruises."

Lardboy looked at him blankly, thinking that this person is too bad. It's not all your fault that the rotten Hunter has become like this. Now the cat is crying and the mouse is pretending to be compassionate. Who is he?

But I like it.

"Let's go, today is my birthday, I invite you to drink tea."

Lin Yue said: "Your birthday? Is it real or fake? Do you want to give you a big red envelope?"

"No need, no need." The two lumps of flesh on Lardboy's face trembled as he spoke: "As long as Brother Yue doesn't hurt me in the future."

"Tch, am I that kind of person?" Lin Yue tightened his belt: "Wait for me, go to the toilet first."

"oh."

Lardboy took out the cigarette case, tapped the broken area with his fat fingers, took out a few cigarettes and handed them to the uniformed policeman standing next to him.

Lin Yue entered the toilet and got close to the urinal, unbuttoned his pants and drained the water. When he was halfway through the door, a man wearing glasses walked in from the door. His eyes were moving very fast, and he looked a little panicked.

"What are you panicking about?"

"If Lard Guy finds out, I will be beaten to death." As he spoke, the man took out a wad of film from his pocket and stuffed it into Lin Yue's hand. After finishing the matter, he quickly walked out of the toilet and got into the interview car next to him.

.

After Lin Yue put down the water and pulled up his pants, he left the police station humming a tune and followed Lard Boy toward the teahouse at the end of the street.

"Lardboy, why are you called Lardboy?"

"When I was little, my family owned a butcher shop, and my favorite was lard bibimbap, so my father nicknamed me lard boy."

"Your father started it?"

"Of course, one of the things he is most proud of is raising me so strong."

"..."

Lin Yue thought to himself, do you think you are strong? You think you are fat.

…

Three days later, Shau Kei Wan Police Station.

Lei Luo stood under the portrait of the Queen of England hanging in the detective's office, and Lin Yue sat on the chair opposite the desk. From time to time, the suspect's shrill howl could be heard outside.

The 1950s and 1960s can be said to be the darkest period in Hong Kong. In order to increase the detection rate of crimes, it was commonplace for detectives in the police station to torture suspects and extract confessions. Beating people to death also happened from time to time.

Lei Luo was already used to this, he frowned and said, "There was a call from the Sha Tau Kok Police Station just now, asking if you were at my place."

Lin Yue knew very well that Yan Tong was behind this incident. He had lost such a huge person in the banquet hall the day before yesterday. If he couldn't handle a small policeman with no background, how could he have the dignity to stay in the police force?

"You can ask the manager to transfer me here."

Lei Luo said: "If Yan Tong doesn't interfere, it won't be a big problem, but now..."

"It's not a big problem now."

Lin Yue took out a few photos from his pocket and threw them on the table. In the pictures, the bad guy Hunter was waving a baton and beating Wu Shihao.
Chapter completed!