Hong Kong Comprehensive: Starting from the apprenticeship of Longsi

Chapter 68 Reports
Mong Kok is the west of Kowloon.

It is the busiest area in Hong Kong and a popular shopping place for locals and foreign tourists.

Many shops and restaurants here are open all night. The whole area is bustling and crowded, with many banks and commercial buildings, and the shops are small and exquisite.

But no matter how lively it is, it is just an area composed of several small streets, and it is under the jurisdiction of Kowloon.

So although there is a police station in Mongkok, it is very small and incomplete.

It's a police station, but it's a transfer station, a place where many patrolling policemen rest.

Before this day, there were only four permanent police officers. They had been here for five years, working in two shifts.

When something happened, they would notify the Kowloon Police Station and ask them to send someone over to deal with it.But not long ago, four police officers from the Mong Kok Police Station got the news that an anti-triad department had been set up here, and there would be police officers stationed there for a long time, and the head was said to be a senior inspector.

To be honest, they didn't believe this news at first.

After all, such news is simply too weird, and it doesn't sound like real news.

Just two days ago, the logistics department sent personnel over to tidy up the police station, and even installed a few landline phones and a few brand new desks.

This convinced the four police officers that the news might not necessarily be false.

You know, these civilian police officers who accept the report, besides sitting at the front desk every day, are not qualified to rest behind.

Not to mention what kind of desk to use!
Moreover, with just a few of them, it is possible for the logistics department of the police station to send someone over to replace their office supplies.

Even if they go to the logistics leader themselves, the logistics may not take care of them yet.

At seven o'clock this morning, as usual, the four police officers in Mong Kok were changing shifts.

The two police officers stayed up all night, yawning and going home to sleep.

The other two police officers didn't look too bad, one of them was holding a takeaway in his hand, and put it on the table used for reporting without any scruples. It seemed that they were going to eat immediately after the shift was over.

At this moment, a man with a firm face, casual clothes, and high bulges all over his body, who looked very strong at first glance, and a man with a short hair in his twenties to 30 years old, strode into the Mong Kok Police Station.

"Report the crime, right? Here!"

"What's the matter, being beaten or being chased for debts? You wait first, take a cup and pour yourself a drink, sir's side will be OK soon."

The four military uniforms looked at the man with casual expressions, just like a hotel greeting guests, very free and easy.

"How will the Anti-Mafia Group go?"

The man looked indifferent, and he didn't seem to mind the attitude of the four of them. He asked questions while looking at the environment in the police station.

"Anti-mafia group? When will there be an anti-mafia group in Mong Kok? You can find the anti-mafia group and go to Kowloon! Go out and turn left, go to the corner of the street, and you will be there soon by bus."

One of them, who was about 40 years old in military uniform, responded without looking up.

"No?"

The man frowned and was about to say something.

But before he could say anything, two people came in from outside the door. One was fat and the other was thin. The fat one was in his 30s and 40s, with slightly bald hair. He was about 1.7 meters tall, but he was as round as a ball. He also weighs 300 catties, but he looks kind.

The thin one is more normal and younger, in his twenties, with side parted bangs hairstyle popular in the 80s, dressed in denim, treacherous temperament, just like a young and Dangerous boy.

Speaking of which, he wasn't thin either, he just came in with the fat man, looking extremely thin.

"Hey, brother, how is the anti-mafia group going? We are here to report. Is the big sir here?"

The fat man was smiling all over his face, his fat face was squeezed into a ball, his eyes were almost slit. When he walked to the reporting desk, he patted one of the soldiers in uniform on the shoulder.

"Who are you? A prisoner, right? Follow Sir and come over to make a statement!"

The skinny man was even more coke, and he directly focused on the man who entered the police station the most, and walked in front of him with a look of escape.

That posture was not at all like the sir he claimed to be, but a bit like a clown running to a lion to perform a monkey show.

Uh……

The four uniformed police officers were a little confused by these three "uninvited guests", especially for the fat and thin people they knew from here, they were really speechless.

"Brother, who are you?"

A uniformed police officer couldn't help but asked a question carefully.

"Don't be so polite!"

When the fat man saw someone asking himself, he smiled, and immediately patted his fat hand on the shoulder of the questioner, and opened his clothes, revealing the ID inside and saying:
"See, I'm the Royal Police, Sha Zhan Liang Jianbo. From today on, we'll be living in one place. Brothers, what do you call them? By the way, do you like to buy horses? I'm someone else. I don't have the skills, but when it comes to research on horse racing, the Witness Protection Unit in the Hong Kong Comprehensive City is famous. If you are also interested in this, let's do research together in the future!"

Shazhan is also called Sanchai (because there are three armbands).

Seriously, he is a senior police officer, but his status is higher than that of ordinary police officers and senior police officers, and the next level is the sergeant.

Seeing that the fat man turned out to be an officer, the four military uniforms of ordinary police officers hurriedly stood up straight, pulled themselves together, and greeted, "Sir!"

"Don't call me that, it's too outlandish, just call me Fat Brother."

Liang Jianbo seemed very friendly, and he didn't care about his status at all. While talking, his eyes directly caught sight of the takeaway on the table:
"Yo, it's Hing Kee's pineapple buns, I can eat them! Hing Kee's pineapple buns are the most delicious in Mong Kok."

"Ah? Sir, we don't eat during work, it's just..." A police officer was taken aback. explain.

"Needless to say, I understand!"

Liang Jianbo still had a smile on his face, he reached out to pick up the pineapple bun on the table, and put it into his mouth under the surprised eyes of the four uniformed police officers.

"Gaba, Gaba... people are iron, food is steel, and I haven't eaten a good breakfast. How can I work with peace of mind and better serve the citizens? Actually, I didn't eat breakfast this morning because I was rushing to work. That's right, let's go together...!"

With that said, Liang Jianbo handed out almost every pineapple bun with a gap, and greeted:

"Come on, eat them all, don't be shy!"

"Damn it, this sir loves to take advantage of things!"

The eyes of the four uniformed police officers were straightened, cursing in their hearts:

"You have bitten all of them, and let yourself wait for others to eat them."

On the surface, they waved their hands again and again, and said with a forced smile: "Sir, you can eat, you don't have to be so polite. We can go out and buy it later."

"Okay, enough pride!"

Liang Jianbo praised it greatly, continued to bite the pineapple bun in his hand, and said:
"By the way, when you go out to buy later, remember to bring me a cup of milk tea too, it's a little tricky to eat like this!"

(End of this chapter)