Lin Yue tore off a pig's foot from the roasted suckling pig, put it to his mouth, took a few bites, and threw it to the mangy dog ​​digging through the garbage in the corner. He walked over with the long coat peeled off from the thief: "Find the owner of the clothes, this half roasted suckling pig."

The suckling pig is yours."

The dog ate it clean in twos and twos, stared at him for a while, put its nose to the front of the long coat, smelled it as if it understood, and ran towards the alley in front of him on all fours.

Lin Yue broke off a piece of pig ear and followed it while eating.

After stopping and walking, walking and walking, about ten minutes later one person and one dog entered the Tongzi Tower in the northeast, and climbed straight to the rooftop along the stairs that were filled with the smell of urine.

"Woof, woof woof..."

The mangy dog ​​shook its muddy fur and barked lowly at a door in the middle made of broken wooden boards.

Lin Yue threw half a roasted suckling pig to it, stepped forward and kicked it.

There was a bang, and there was a big hole in the middle of the door. Wood chips fell, and there was a burst of yelling from the other side, and three men covered in tendons rushed out.

"Who doesn't have the guts to dare to come here and act wild?"

Before the person at the front finished speaking, a sandbag-sized fist hit him in the face.

Ping ping pong pong...boom.

In less than a minute, three more rolling gourds appeared on the ground, and their wails could be heard dozens of meters away.

Lin Yue wiped the blood on the back of his hand on a man's white shirt, walked up to the thief who stole his money, took out a wad of bills from his trouser pocket, counted them and stuffed them back into his bag.

"Boy, you...you've caused trouble. I...we are strong people."

"Look at you, each one of you is as tan as a black iron egg. The calluses on your palms are worn out, and your clothes still have a disgusting fish smell. Who are you so strong as a doll? Who are you fooling?"

Lin Yue stood up and kicked him on the butt: "Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you every time I see you." After saying that, he stood up and returned the way he came.

At the same time, the middle-aged man standing on the rooftop of the building diagonally opposite threw the small teapot in his hand to the man with a flame tattoo on the back of his hand, and walked towards the cabin behind.

…

The Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month. The main streets in Hong Kong are decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and the nightclubs are bustling with people. Women's charming smiles and men's whistles come and go. Occasionally, there is the crisp sound of broken beer bottles.

Lin Yue and Lardboy stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building where they could see the fishing fires in the distance, blowing the humid sea breeze, holding a bottle of beer in their hands and pouring it into their mouths one sip after another.

"Sister Qing is gone?"

"gone."

"I didn't interrupt your date, did I?"

"What words."

"That's good." Lardboy said, "Brother Luo has now taken the position of detective in Yau Tsim District. He said he would transfer you there as a detective in two days. Congratulations, you are about to be promoted."

Lin Yue didn't smile: "Do you know what Douzai Qiang is doing recently?"

"Why are you asking him?"

"I want to see if I have a chance to do it to him."

"You don't want to live anymore?" Lardboy sighed and said, "I know that your friend at Sha Tau Kok Police Station was injured by a strong man, but revenge cannot be rushed. A small amount of patience will mess up a big plan.

Don’t you understand? When you are transferred to Yau Tsim District as a criminal police officer, are you afraid that you won’t have a chance to deal with him?”

Lei Luo helped him get rid of Gerber before and was transferred from Sha Tau Kok Police Station to Shau Kei Wan Police Station. Yan Tong could not use his influence to retaliate against him. As Lei Luo took over as the detective of Yau Tsim District, the strong-willed Ma Zai attacked

After eating Yaoji, Chen Bin and others also chopped off one of the yellow fingers.

On the surface, it seemed like she was taking revenge on him, but in fact, she also meant to use this incident to give Lei Luo some eye drops.

Everyone knows that Yan Tong is behind the scenes, but there is no evidence. The strong boy Ma Zai hid in the Kowloon Walled City after injuring someone and could not come out. On the one hand, the police did not dare to go in to arrest the person, but on the other hand, even if they did, it would be difficult.

Finding them will only end here.

Originally, it was only a matter of words to transfer him to the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. Because he was worried that he would go out of his way to avenge a powerful fan stall, gambling stall, chicken stall, and cause a bigger commotion, Lei Luo had not moved. After all, the position of detective was still there.

There is no need to worry, there are many group interests that need to be balanced and coordinated.

"Okay, okay, okay, I listen to you."

"That's right." Lardboy patted his shoulder, opened his black leather bag and took out a wad of bills: "Here, this is for you."

Lin Yue counted them by the light of the street lamp, and found a total of fifteen thousand yuan.

"Although you haven't gone over there yet, Brother Luo has always counted on you." After finishing speaking, Lardboy picked up the bottle and blew on it, then threw the empty bottle to the ground next to him: "No more, no.

If you drink it, your belly will get bigger, and if you can't see your little brother when you pee, it will be troublesome."

Lin Yuexin wants to say it as if you can see it now.

"gone."

He put the money away, waved to Lardboy, and walked towards the stairs.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, go help other people's families reunite."

"Can you be so kind?"

"I've always been a good person."

"cut."

…

In Hong Kong, in addition to the land police who maintain social security and order of life, there are also marine police who specialize in investigating smuggling, illegal immigration, indiscriminate arrests and other activities.

Many Chinese people think that the British are simple-minded guys with well-developed limbs, and they even give them the nickname "Gui Lao".

In fact, many British people are very smart. For example, some people from the Marine Police Department, in order to make money, will go out during traditional festivals such as the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Qingming Festival to catch mainlanders who sneak into Hong Kong for reunions.

When night fell, a fishing boat full of stowaways was stopped by the water police. The smuggler drove all the people in the cabin to the stern of the boat and asked them to enter the water to avoid inspection.

Ah Mei is from Penang and is Ng Shi Hao's wife. Someone brought her a message a few days ago, saying that Ah Hao is doing well in Hong Kong and wants to take the mother and son over there to live a good life.

She couldn't remember how long she had been on the boat, but the smuggler said it was coming soon and they would spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in Hong Kong.

Amei was very happy, thinking that she could finally see her husband after all the hardships. She did not want Ahao to make a lot of money, she just wanted her family to live happily.

However, who knew that they would suddenly encounter a marine police inspection. What was even worse was that the child fell ill due to the fatigue of the boat. Now he had a high fever. The cold sea water hit the side of the ship. The child's body was shaking constantly. He said he felt uncomfortable.

He said he was cold, he said he was hungry.

Amei didn't know what to do. She was also tired and hungry, and her hands holding on to the side of the boat could hardly hold on.

On the front deck of the fishing boat, the British inspector waved his flashlight and looked at the flushed captain with a half-smile: "What are you doing here?"

He heard the child's cry and knew that there were stowaways hiding on the boat.

"I have a handle on it."

No one here understands English. The captain and the smuggler looked at each other, not knowing what he was talking about.

At the stern of the fishing boat, the crew member holding a long gun kept beating the water, trying to push the crying child into the water.

For them, the life and death of stowaways is not important. Hundreds of people die every year because of stowaways. These poor people who have left their hometowns will die when they die. People in their hometown will not know about it, and people at their destination will not care about them.
Chapter completed!