Chapter 703 The Beginning of The True Colors of a Hero II
"Hey, how do you say this?"
After hearing Zhang Pin's question, Superintendent Zhang did not refuse on the grounds of confidentiality.
The other party thought for a while and then said it.
"Actually, this money did not come from the old United States."
"Does Sir Zhang know that in order to buy oil in the Middle East, the United States built a money printing factory there just to facilitate transactions with those guys in the Middle East?"
"Is it so cool? Just exchange some paper for oil?"
When Zhang Pin heard what Superintendent Zhang said, he probably already guessed the origin of the stolen money.
"Yes, although it is said that transfers can be made through banks, you also know that many big investors in the Middle East don't like bank figures. They like real cash."
"The old Americans probably do it for convenience. After all, for them, instead of spending a lot of effort to transport US dollar bills from the country to the Middle East, it is definitely easier to print money locally. After all, for us, the face value of US dollar bills is very high, but for them
In other words, it’s just paper that comes out when you turn on the machine.”
"Then one day, we received a message that the money printing factory over there was suddenly stolen, and what was stolen was this batch of hundred-dollar bills."
Superintendent Zhang nodded in agreement, and then talked about the reason for this matter.
"In the end, our Interpol intercepted the stolen money at sea. Because it was the closest to Hong Kong Island at the time, we were afraid of something happening, so we chose to put the things on Hong Kong Island first. Now that I think about it, we were still hasty at the time."
"I heard that the Interpol policeman who defected is actually from the CIA?"
Zhang Pin remembered that the last time he went to Japan, Interpol also lost the stolen money.
"Yes, to be honest with you, we actually got some information and found some evidence that this money was actually printed privately by the CIA.
As a result, the news leaked out somehow, and we were actually involved in it for no apparent reason.
Now everyone knows that this thing is in our hands, and the United States has asked us to keep it temporarily, but as you know, this is the second time it has been lost."
After hearing what Superintendent Zhang said, Zhang Pin didn't say much.
He had heard before that the CIA in the United States was actually a revenue-generating department. Now it seemed that the rumors were indeed somewhat credible.
Not to mention anything else, at least this dollar bill can be regarded as the other party's income out of thin air.
The old United States is unwilling to take it back to the country, probably because it wants other countries to help them digest the money.
After all, to other people, this is a lot of money, but if it is shipped back to the old United States, to most of them, it is just some special paper.
They even have to find ways to keep the paper in circulation.
Zhang Pin could guess what they were thinking. Instead of transporting the money back to the country and just circulating it in his own pockets, it would be better to exchange it for better resources.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it, Sir Zhang. Now that the money has been found, how about you handle the rest?"
Superintendent Zhang saw that Zhang Pin didn't want to talk, so he stopped talking and started talking about the remaining weapons.
Obviously, he valued this stolen money more than the twenty boxes of arms.
"sure!"
Hearing what Superintendent Zhang said, Zhang Pin immediately nodded and agreed without hesitation.
Judging from Superintendent Zhang's tone, it's a bit hot to get this money.
On the contrary, it was this batch of arms.
Although this thing is probably left here by some department in the United States, compared to the 80 million US dollars, this thing is a bit worth mentioning.
For Zhang Pin, stolen money is a time bomb, but arms are different.
With his status, if this batch of arms is confiscated to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station, as long as Director Lai agrees, he can even consider using it to equip his own men.
Zhang Pin did what he said. He first directly called the director of the department, Zeng Xiangrong.
The last time the other party gave him a task, he left his personal number.
Now that the stolen money has been found, we must report it to the other party no matter what.
"Very good, I really saw you right, Sir Zhang."
The call was quickly answered, and after Zhang Pin reported to the other party, Zeng Xiangrong praised him verbally.
Then Zhang Pin directly mentioned that while finding the stolen money, he also found a batch of arms.
"If you want to use it to equip your own men, you can, but remember to prepare this batch of arms in advance. When the time comes, let your director type an application and give it to me for signature."
I don’t know if it’s because Zeng Xiangrong is easy to talk to, or because Zhang Pin was given this reward.
The other party directly agreed to Zhang Pin's request to intercept this batch of arms, but asked him to remember to report it to the superiors.
After all, they had to know the information about this batch of arms, and they were obviously afraid that Zhang Pin would mess up in the future.
Zhang Pin was also very happy about this. At this point, the stolen money was finally over.
At least for Zhang Pin, the matter is over.
He discussed it with Superintendent Zhang and then agreed that Interpol personnel would come in to move out the box containing the arms and hand it over to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.
There is no way, there is a full 80 million US dollars in the room, and they are still not ready to let more people know.
As for this room, it is likely that it is a logistics warehouse for some department in the United States.
Zhang Pin and Superintendent Zhang both tacitly pretended not to know this.
Since it was a secret warehouse and they discovered it, the other party would have to suffer the loss.
You can't let the other party come to Hong Kong Island to cause trouble with the Hong Kong Island Police and Interpol because of this incident.
After the negotiation, Zhang Pin left Chen Jin here to take charge of handing over the arms, and went back to rest first.
After finally completing a project, he certainly needed to take a good rest.
Today it happened to be my turn to go see Director Chen.
Guo Xiuwen took out his phone and first confirmed Director Chen's current location.
After learning that the other party was in the office, he thought for a moment, and he happened to shoot again today, and he just happened to go for psychological treatment.
Of course, in psychotherapy, in addition to psychological aspects, physical aspects cannot be ignored.
Fortunately, Director Chen is highly skilled, and Zhang Pin can solve any psychological or physical problems.
Needless to say, when the two met, there was a burst of thunder and fire.
The next day, a refreshed Zhang Pin came to the police station.
"Ah Tou!"
Chen Jin stared at the dark circles under his eyes and waited early in the office. After seeing him, he suddenly became very excited.
"Why did you come so early? You were busy late last night, right?"
Zhang Pin saw the dark circles under Chen Jin's eyes and knew that the other party must not have had a good rest last night. After all, he had brought back the twenty boxes of weapons and equipment and registered them in the warehouse.
"I didn't sleep all night last night!"
After hearing Zhang Pin's words, Chen Jin opened his mouth and let out a big yawn.
However, although he was tired all night, he was in a very good mood.
"Boss, are these things really going to be used by us in the future?"
The reason why he was so happy was, of course, that Zhang Pin had told him that the weapons and equipment seized from the abandoned warehouse would be used by the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Department's heavy duty and anti-gang departments in the future.
It seems that Zhang Pin's goal can be achieved so easily.
In addition to completing the task assigned by Zeng Xiangrong, it was also related to the riots in Wan Chai some time ago.
After all, such a big thing suddenly happened. Zhang Pin proposed to strengthen the equipment of the police officers. Zeng Xiangrong thought that he would not have to pay for it himself, and he could even avoid other steps to reward his subordinates.
This is why the other party agreed so readily.
Of course, another point is that the origin of this batch of things is unknown. Instead of confiscating it at the headquarters and causing disputes, it is better to let Zhang Pin digest it internally.
In this way, if there is really any problem, you can just plead ignorance as an excuse, and even when you have to, you can find someone to blame.
"Of course, it has been put into the warehouse, hasn't it?
I will tell the director at that time to take out some bullets, and then you can take the guys to the shooting range to try out the feeling and practice your skills."
Zhang Pin nodded. The things seized this time were very rich. The most important thing was that the bullets were enough to fight a war.
It seems that the old American rumor that it takes 10,000 bullets to hit a target on the battlefield is not groundless.
Otherwise, it would be completely unexplainable that among the more than twenty wooden boxes they stored, more than a dozen boxes were filled with bullets.
With so many bullets, of course it is impossible to wait for them all to be used in missions.
Among this batch of firearms, some models are new and have never been touched by officers from the Hong Kong Island Police Force.
After getting approval from Zeng Xiangrong, Zhang Pin had already planned to use part of it for training of some police officers.
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It's different from Zhang Pin, who was able to get the stolen money in three strokes, two divisions, and two divisions.
On the other side, Song Zijie, who also accepted Zeng Xiangrong's mission, after saying goodbye to his girlfriend, specially dressed in a suit and leather shoes, took a taxi and rushed to Levi's Hotel.
After he got off the car, without any delay, he went straight to an auditorium inside the hotel.
A waltz competition is taking place inside.
This kind of dance competition has always been reserved for the so-called upper class circles in Hong Kong. In order to be fashionable, they spend their own money and support the little hobbies of some people around them.
Because the level of the dance is very small, it can even be said to be self-entertainment within some circles, so there are no restrictions on guests.
In other words, in order to make the game look more lively, as long as they are well-dressed, even uninvited hotel guests can come and go at will.
Song Zijie is a good-looking guy, and he looks elegant in a suit. Naturally, no one will stop him if he wants to get in.
He had already read the information in the past few days, but in order not to admit the wrong person, he read it again at the door, and then deliberately walked into the misunderstanding.
Due to time issues, when he arrived, the game was about to start.
"Sir, please come this way!"
When the waiter at the door saw Song Zijie entering, he wanted to invite him to sit at an empty seat.
However, he waved his hand and refused the other party's guidance.
"No need, I have an acquaintance."
Then he scanned a few times and quickly found the target of this mission, Long Si, and his daughter.
So his eyes lit up, and then he pretended to be careless and walked towards the empty seat where the other party was.
The table was already full, so he didn't care. Instead, he pulled a chair from the side and jumped in.
This table was closest to the stage. At this time, everyone's attention was on the stage, but they did not notice his little movements.
Then he heard Long Si comforting his daughter.
"Don't worry, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the set of moves that Daddy taught you. Your mommy and I used this set in the competition more than 20 years ago. From the beginning to the end of the music, the audience couldn't stop applauding.
Come down."
After hearing Long Si's words, his daughter Long Xiao did not speak and seemed a little nervous.
After all, it was her first time to participate in this kind of dance, and because she knew the competition time was relatively late, she had only a short time to learn the waltz.
Now I am afraid that I may not perform well on my first stage.
Seeing his daughter like this, Long Si put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
"Although sometimes you may not get applause from others in the first place, but as long as you try your best, someone will definitely appreciate it."
The effect of this sentence is obviously much better than the effect just now.
Long Xiao still knows how much he weighs, so he doesn't expect to be very good in the competition.
She just simply likes dancing and being lively.
Hearing this scene, Song Zijie felt even more relieved.
He first pretended to observe the dancers on the stage, and then carefully touched Long Xiao's shoulder.
"Hello, do you know Mr. Long Si?"
Song Zijie blinked his eyes, which immediately made Long Xiao blush.
However, when someone she didn't know asked about her father, she still asked a little more.
"What do you want from him?"
There was no worry in Long Xiao's eyes, but rather curiosity.
"He is my idol!"
Song Zijie's eyes did not look at Long Xiao, but fell on the dancers on the stage.
"He is your idol?"
Hearing Song Zijie's answer, Long Xiao became very curious.
You know, Long Si is a businessman who runs a shipyard, so why would there be any fans?
"Of course, I like the waltz very much, but I can't dance it myself, so I like to watch others dance. The reason why I like this kind of dance is that there was a waltz competition more than 20 years ago, where Mr. Long Si and his wife happened to be
Performing.
The dance at that time attracted me very much, but there were not many people who could dance this kind of dance at that time. Mr. Long Si stole the show, and I always wanted to get to know him."
Song Zijie still looked towards the stage, trying his best to act like a senior waltz fan.
After hearing his words, Long Xiao suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Although she vaguely felt that there seemed to be a loophole in Song Zijie's words, just looking at the other person's side face as he watched the dance seriously, she already felt like she was blushing.
How could there be such a good-looking man?
And the other person happens to be a dance fan of his father.
What's more important is that the other person also happens to like waltzes.
"I happen to know Mr. Long Si. Do you want me to help introduce you two to each other?"
Thinking of this, Long Xiao looked at Song Zijie happily.
