"Not enough." Zhuang Shikai smiled at Lin Guoxiong: "This picture..."

"More than handsome, not enough power!"

"Insufficient power..." Lin Guoxiong pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly: "This picture is indeed enough to set off a wave of public opinion, which can accuse the dcp of violating the police regulations, and it is enough to initiate a complaint in normal times. But now the dcp is carrying the British flag, whether it is an official or an official. The Governor of Hong Kong is on his side, and it must be difficult to influence the dcp."

There are normal gameplay in peacetime, and wartime rules in wartime.

Now that the two forces of Anglo-Chinese are proceeding orthogonally, it can be regarded as "wartime", so some things that are usually enough to affect it will be less meaningful now.

What's more, the dcp is a police officer who personally led the police to fight against drug dealers. Public opinion will be more tolerant to him. The photo alone is really not interesting enough, but this photo is also a bargaining chip. Hold it slowly in your hand, and you will be able to compete with others in the future. Put the chips together, smash them in one fell swoop, and smash the dcp to death.

How much is a taint, the Public Relations Department is still meritorious! There was no free deployment of people back then, which is indeed very rewarding.

Zhuang Shikai nodded: "That's right."

"I'll accept this photo."

"You continue to watch dcp's actions." He covered the photo with a document, then opened the drawer and put the document in the cabinet.

"Yes, sir!" Lin Guoxiong raised his hand in salute and promised loudly.

Then he turned straight and left, Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong pushed the door into the room.

Now it coincides with the wartime when Zhuang Sir is lined up, and the chief officials of various departments line up to meet, one by one, the office of the senior assistant director, whether inside or outside the door, has a busy and serious look.

"Zhuang Sir!"

"Sir Zhuang!" Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong stood side by side, one on the left and the other, wearing suits, raising their hands in salute and greeting the chief.

Zhuang Shikai stood and nodded at them: "Have you had breakfast?"

"have eaten."

Sir Zhuang did not talk about business directly, but first greeted him and expressed his concern for his subordinates.

Guan Li and Zeng Xiangrong replied at the same time.

"Ok."

He nodded, and then preached to Guan Li: "The anti-drug team did a good job before, and successfully brought Wang Anqi into the pit. Don't let me down next..."

Guan Li's expression straightened, knowing that Sir Zhuang was going to talk about business.

Sir Zhuang continued to preach: "You now bring the anti-drug team to transport the goods from outside to the police force. Let's close the case first."

"Yes, sir!" Guan Li raised his hand in salute and replied in a solemn voice.

Zhuang Shikai held his hand on the table again and preached to him: "In addition, the poisonous snake died a bit miserable. Although the drug dealer died more than guilty, but after all, he was an informant who worked for us. We must show some humane care..."

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"You pay a two-year informant fee from the accounts of the anti-drug team and send it to Viper Bing's sister."

"I remember his sister named Madonna, and she still owes a sum of money to Mong Kok's "Gaolizan", let her cross out this account, don't become a lady in Ma Lan."

Sir Zhuang remembered that "Madonna" was pretty good. It would be a pity to go to the horse stall to be a lady. Wouldn't it be easy to just take a sum of money to cross out the account, and then buy a set of clothes to catch a beetle-in-law?

Otherwise, really go to the horse stall to be a lady? Red is sure to be red, but no matter how beautiful a woman picks up dozens of men a day, they take turns to play with those men, and it takes a year or a half to spend a lot of money.

"Understood." Guan Li nodded, having no opinion about it.

The account of the anti-drug team is over.

Zhuang Shikai looked at Zeng Xiangrong again: "Zeng Sir, how is the Investigation Division?"

Zeng Xiangrong said with a serious expression: "Now that the Investigation Division has jointly handled the case with the Intelligence Division, we are secretly investigating the account of Wang Anqi of the Intelligence Division while sending an eavesdropping team from the Intelligence Division to monitor Wang Anqi."

"There are two situations to say. First, we were blocked by icac when investigating the account. Some permissions could not bypass icac, but were rejected by iaca."

"Second, Wang Anqi went to see some big British bosses last night. Several people talked about ten o'clock in the evening. This is a tape."

Zeng Xiangrong handed a paper bag to the tabletop with both hands.

"Icac, big British boss, haha." Sir Zhuang twisted his neck impatiently, moved his joints, and chuckled softly: "Continue to investigate! We want a piece of evidence to break Wang Anqi before the 18th."

"Yes! Sir!" Zeng Xiangrongli saluted, his expression was serious, and he could only do it hard.

As for the date on the 18th? In fact, it was not set by Wang Anqi, but by Sir Zhuang who gave it to Wang Anqi, and it was also given by Sir Zhuang to himself!

There is still a week away.

This week is not so much the "thunder anti-drug" action time, but rather a timeline for the battle between the two sides to determine the victory and defeat.

At that time, Sir Zhuang used the public opinion to blow out the date on the 18th, which is the time for the British forces to make trouble, to see how much the British forces can do.

The more things the other party did, the more likely it was to catch evidence that defeated Wang Anqi.

This kind of thinking is a bit like the "Hundred Regiments Battle". If you want to fight, fight the big ones, not the small ones.

By the way, Sir Zhuang also set aside some time for himself, so as not to catch any unexpected events by surprise.

Of course, even though Operation 18 is over, the drugs can be brought back and the case can be closed early! First give the credit to the firm, consolidate the advantage, master the basics, and then play slowly with Wang Sir.

Anyway, as long as Luo Maosen's drugs are in the hands of Sir Zhuang, the Thunder operation will be closed by Sir Zhuang, and it is impossible for the ghosts to get more than 1,000 kilograms of drugs. Wang Anqi's anti-drug operation will inevitably fail.

Become a laughing stock.

Sir Zhuang will replace him in victory.

That batch of drugs was previously hidden in a warehouse outside, but now it is transported back to the police station, and then some small drug dealers will be picked up to make up the number. It is perfect.

Of course, it would be impossible to rely on small drug dealers to collect 1,000 kilograms.

Unless Wang Anqi moves the Ni family!

But he has no such ability!

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with small drug dealers hiding their heads and tails, but Ni Yongxiao is better...

...

"Is Madonna?" At noon, Guan Li wore a uniform and drove to the suburbs and the door of a private house.

"Da da da." He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A beautiful-looking woman, wearing a floral shirt, opened the wooden door with her two tender white arms, looked outside and asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Madonna does not sell drugs, but is not afraid of police officers.

Of course, she knew in her heart that she would not have a good face towards the police officer who came to the door, and a pretty face was full of vigilance.

Guan Li didn't make things difficult for her. Instead, he took out a thick envelope and stuffed it into her arms and preached: "The informant's fee for the poisonous snake."

"Informant fee? When did Brother Bing become an informant for you?" Madonna grasped the envelope in her hand and felt the thickness of the banknote, her expression suddenly changed: "Are you lying to me!"

"I'm from the anti-drug team." Guan Li took a deep look at him, then walked away and stepped into the car.

"I helped you to cross out Gao Lizan's account." Guan Li sat in the car, lowered the window, and shouted at her.

And Madonna already held the envelope with tears on her face.

All fools know that the police cannot be kind to the drug dealer unless the drug dealer...

"Zizi." Sir Zhuang sat in the office and inserted a tape into the player: "What the **** is going on! Why is there no stock in the truck!"

The situation of last night is reproduced in the player.

Wang Anqi was wearing a suit, standing in the living room, pointing at a big boss and shouting loudly.

The president of HSBC wiped the saliva off his face with his hand, and he didn't seem to mind. He just preached solemnly: "There must be something wrong with it!"

"As for where is the problem? We must send someone to find out and give you an explanation."

President Jiadao stood up and handed out a cigar to Wang Anqi. The cigar was cut and lit, Wang Anqi reached out and took it into his mouth, taking a deep breath: "Huh..."

His exhaled voice was very strong, showing great resentment. The President of Swire said: "Don't worry, Sir Wang, no matter who takes the 1,000 kilograms of goods, we have to spit out the goods!"

"I just transferred a group of fierce people to help you!" With an arrogant expression on the face of the President of Taikoo, he raised his nail polished palm, slapped twice, and preached: "Brother slap! "

"Brother Pa" dressed in a suit, with a rough expression and a beard on his face, walked out of the driver's room: "My brother and I are just collecting money to do things."

"No matter what the big boss, or the police officer."

Brother Pa was holding a chicken leg in his hand and chewed.

One of his famous brothers walked out of the room and stood behind him, staring at the deputy chief.

"Chinese?" Wang Anqi was a little surprised.

President Taikoo smiled and said: "Correct, he is not only a Chinese, but also a fierce man!"

"Angela" said this as a female president, which is really fascinating, but Wang Anqi nodded and said: "Okay!"

He doesn't have the ability to use the Political Department to do "private work", and he has no ability to do "private work" and can hide it from the investigation department.

Although the police force in his hand is enough to use, if there are places where black hands are to be used, the "Brother Pa" group is obviously better to use.

Of course, the group of "Brother Pa" is not under the command of Wang Anqi, and he does not want to command. He just left a look and swept across the big British bosses: "I am waiting for your news."

He wanted to leave the matter to the big British bosses to take care of it, and he would only take the police officers out to collect the goods.

"Zizi." The electric current sounded, and there was only noise on the video tape, and then the news was intermittent and worthless.

"This brother Pha is a breakthrough." Zhuang Shikai turned off the player and thought to himself: "What if Brother Pha accuses Wang Anqi of cooperating in drug trafficking?"

"It's a bit difficult, but I have to find a way to get Pa's brother to agree." He thought to himself.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" At this time, Guan Li drove a car ~lightnovelpub.net~ with two armed vehicles, four official vehicles, and a truck, driving on the Sheung Wan Expressway.

Security Department.

Hong Kong Island Security Office.

Holding a cup of coffee, Lu Minghua walked briskly, pushing open the glass door and said, "Has the channel been adjusted?"

"It's adjusted."

"Shanghuan lane monitoring cuts in. A total of 13 images are being played on the screen." A female secretary held the remote control and stood up and said.

Lu Minghua took the remote control, raised Erlang's legs, sat down on the sofa, and smiled with his coffee: "Very good! How can this kind of good show not have my share?"

"sorry to bother you."

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