Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 2 What grade are you

The main entrance of Aberdeen Police Station.

Wu Zhihui walked out and looked back at the door of the police station. The police sign hanging at the door shone brightly under the light.

His lips moved: "I'll punch your lungs out!"

Wu Zhihui just traveled through time.

In his previous life, he worked as a soldier feeding pigs in the army for several years, and after he came out he became a killer. After ten years of killing fish in Xiaorunfa, his heart was already as cold as a fish-killing knife.

Later, because he was tired of this life of a killer, Wu Zhihui returned to the countryside and started a "Flying Sword" live broadcast through online live broadcasts. He also attracted many fans with his superb flying sword skills.

Wrenches and crossbows can be used as weapons in his hands, and he can hit the target accurately with every throw, so he was enthusiastically invited by the police to register at the police station.

An accident caused him to travel here. After digesting his memory, he realized that he had become an undercover agent assigned by Senior Inspector Zhang Jingliang.

Undercover agents have always played a very important role in the police force's order of battle. The Criminal Intelligence Section of the police force, commonly known as the CIB, plays an important role in the police force's intelligence search work.

Of course.

The status mentioned here does not mean how high the status of undercover agents is in the police force. They are just a means for ghosts to manage the police force. The existence of undercover agents can bring convenience to many leaders.

There are two ways for the police to obtain intelligence: undercover agents and informants.

Undercover agents are directly selected from young police officers who have just joined the police force. Because such police officers have just joined, they are new and have the cleanest background, and it is difficult to find information.

As for informants, their identities are not clean to begin with. On the contrary, it is easier to gain the trust of criminals. Intelligence experts often use their banknote capabilities or other means to make them become undercover informants of the CIB.

Wu Zhihui was an undercover agent. He was carefully selected at the police academy. Strictly speaking, he was tricked into joining.

The predecessor Wu Zhihui is actually somewhat related to Zhang Jingliang.

His father used to be an inspector, he was very hard-working and well-educated, and had a good relationship with Zhang Jingliang. Later, he was retaliated by the club boss and fell to the street.

Two months ago.

Zhang Jingliang found Wu Zhihui who was training at the police academy, instilled a little bit of ecstasy in him, and successfully deceived Wu Zhihui into becoming an undercover agent of his.

Being an undercover agent is a very dangerous job. Not only does one lose his life if his identity is exposed, but his identity cannot be revealed and he does not even have a title. In addition to the danger, there is also psychological pressure.

After completing their missions, many undercover agents find it difficult to return to the police force because they have been undercover for too long, and they are also ostracized internally due to trust issues.

Undercover work is based on a voluntary principle, so many people like to go to the police academy to select people. On the one hand, they have unfamiliar faces, and the most important thing is that they are easy to deceive.

Just like companies love new CPU employees, they want to spend the least money to let them do the most things, and those old fritters will not be stupidly used by them.

Wu Zhihui, a man of two generations, didn't understand the truth. He only went undercover because of his talent and power, so he didn't have a good impression of the senior inspector Zhang Jingliang.

"Zhang Jingliang who rushes to the street."

Wu Zhihui put on a Marlboro cigarette and puffed away a puff of smoke without forgetting to say a few words of greeting to Zhang Jingliang: "I won't let go of my friends' sons, and I'm not afraid of giving birth to a son without a butt!"

He stopped a passing taxi and got on it. He took a taxi back to the parking lot in Fa Tsai and paid the fare. As soon as he got off the taxi, he was called over by someone waiting at the door.

"Brother Hui, Brother Qiang is here."

Shouting Ten leaned into Wu Zhihui's ear, and he was worthy of Shouting Ten's nickname. He spoke very quickly: "Be careful. What did Lan Qianhua say to Brother Qiang just now? It might blow your mind."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded, walked inside and looked at Gui Qiang, who was sitting in the seat, and the bad gambling Chinese thief standing aside with a stern look on his face: "Brother Qiang, you are looking for me."

"I heard that you were taken back by the police?"

Gui Qiang was a very thin man. He sat there with his legs crossed holding a cigarette. He tugged on the gold chain hanging around his neck, glanced sideways at Wu Zhihui, and said casually:
"Is it possible to get to the police station by checking your ID card? At most, I'll have to pay a fine and take you back. The policeman likes you very much, right?"

Listening to Gui Qiang's words, Lan Ganhua couldn't help but reveal a proud smile on his lips: "Yes, you must give a reasonable explanation for this matter!"

A person who can be responsible for a parking stall is not a crazy person. If Wu Zhihui couldn't give a reasonable explanation, this matter would be quite bizarre.

"what"

Wu Zhihui stepped forward and looked at Gui Qiang with a smile: "Brother Qiang, let me explain to you what is going on." As he spoke.

The smile on Wu Zhihui's face disappeared, and he stretched out his right hand. The unsuspecting Luan Gianhua was pulled to him by the collar, and he raised his hand and slapped him hard on the face with two big mouths:
"How do you expect me to give you an explanation? I'm out of my fucking business, and I need to explain to you?!"

He grabbed Lan Gonghua's neck with his right hand and pressed it down. He raised his right leg and kneed and hit his stomach hard continuously: "The Yan family shovel, you dare to challenge me?"

Lan Gonghua couldn't bear the heavy blow and felt his stomach spasm and the pain in his stomach was overwhelming.

Wu Zhihui has a height of 1.8 meters. He is already taller and has an advantage. Coupled with the close combat training skills he has learned in his previous life, he beat the bad gambler to a pulp. Under the pull of other parking boys, Wu Zhihui Then he let go.

He still couldn't let go of his anger, and pushed Luan Gonghua to the ground with his backhand, and he didn't forget to step on his feet hard: "You are short, don't blame me for stepping on you too much, I will crush you to death!"

"Brother Qiang!"

Lan Gonghua covered his bleeding nostrils and screamed in a sharp voice: "Wu Zhihui dares to make you red in front of you. He doesn't take you seriously at all."

"okay."

Gui Qiang frowned and waved his hand, and ignored the screaming Roan Gianhua. His expression was not as cold as before: "Ah Hui, what's going on?"

"You're a bad gambler. If I hadn't jumped on the street and made a fuss in front of the police, I wouldn't have been taken back to the police station, making me bow my head in front of the police."

Wu Zhihui gave a simple explanation: "Brother Qiang, you also know that these policemen like to show off their power in front of us."

He spat to the side: "I was thinking of asking Brother Qiang to go out for a midnight snack with us brothers after we call it a day. Now that the fine is paid, all the money will be given to those policemen."

This is Wu Zhihui's art of speaking, easily drawing everyone to his side and sharing the same hatred.

"exactly."

Yelling Ten came in when he heard the movement and quickly agreed.

Although the other parking boys didn't want to offend anyone by saying more, their tacit attitude also showed that Wu Zhihui was right.

Depend on.

How can we be happy when our free late-night snacks are ruined by bad gamblers?

"Brother Qiang, I..."

Lan Gonghua covered his bleeding nostrils and wanted to explain, but Gui Qiang impatiently waved his hand away: "Ah Hua, this is what you did, and Hui Zai is ahead of you in doing things. This is obvious to all." , If you ever do something like this again, break your legs and get out."

"Go away."

He stood up and walked inside with a wave of his hand: "Ah Hui, come in with me."

Lan Gonghua covered his burning face and gritted his teeth and stood there, staring at Wu Zhihui, but he didn't want Wu Zhihui to look back at him before entering.

office.

"You are the smartest among these people, and you always compliment me. No one likes to flatter me."

Gui Qiang took out a key from his pocket and squatted in front of a black cabinet in the corner: "You will come with me later to hand over the money for the past two days to Brother Fa."

The predecessor Wu Zhihui was really good at being an undercover agent. He had been here for more than a month, and he had established good relationships with the people around him, and he was also very good at dealing with his little boss.

half a month ago.

Something happened to the boss, and Gui Qiang took Wu Zhihui over for dinner. In order to get a higher position, Wu Zhihui spent his own money to buy a gold necklace for the wife of the boss, and gave it to Gui Qiang in the name of Gui Qiang together with Gui Qiang's congratulatory gift.

When the boss makes his wife happy, the boss is also happy. When the boss is happy, he praises Gui Qiang, and Gui Qiang naturally becomes happy too, which makes Wu Zhihui more pleasing to the eye.

Compared to Wu Zhihui, Luan Gianhua, who only knows how to gamble, is too unattractive.

"Ok."

Wu Zhihui nodded somewhat flattered: "Thank you, Brother Qiang, for the promotion."

(End of this chapter)