Chapter 341: 342. The King of Gun Kings

342. Chapter 342: The King of Gun Kings

After finishing with the unpleasant matters, Chen Jiajun asked casually, "Are there any major events in Hong Kong recently?"

"Major events?" Wei Li shook his head and said, "No major events, but there are quite a few interesting things."

"Interesting things?" Chen Jiajun immediately became interested and said, "Tell me about them."

Wei Li said quite amusingly, "The Big Boss Zheng Yutong has been very troubled lately. His Chow Tai Fook jewelry stores have been robbed four or five times in a single month, making Boss Zheng curse in the media that the Hong Kong Police Force are all good for nothing."

"To deal with those robbers, Boss Zheng even talked to our Security Company, but the price couldn't be agreed upon, so it was left unsettled."

Hearing Wei Li's words, Chen Jiajun knew that the craziest era in Hong Kong was about to begin.

It must be said that in the eighties, Hong Kong's economy took off rapidly, entering the ranks of the "Four Asian Tigers."

The local prosperous commerce, nightlife, and casinos were a big piece of fat meat, and the local gangs naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Although the end of the Four Great Sergeants era wiped out all the black industries, the Gweilo from England did not want to manage the gray areas in between, which caused a large number of gangs to spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

However, as the matter of the handover was put on the agenda, and with Chen Jiajun as a "role model" here.

By the time of the late eighties and early nineties, almost all local gangs had begun to transform to varying degrees.

Coupled with the impending handover, the Gweilo from England began to slack off, and law and order in Hong Kong worsened day by day.

It was precisely because of this reason that many ruthless robbers took advantage of this transitional period to make a big haul in Hong Kong.

Seeing the look of someone watching a joke on the face of this kid Wei Li, Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "Don't you watch the joke, kid. I think there will be more and more of these things as time goes on. Who knows when someone will kidnap you, kid, and then call your wife to demand a ransom."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Wei Li's smile immediately froze, and he said to Chen Jiajun with some trepidation, "It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?"

Chen Jiajun sneered, "Not that exaggerated? Right now, these ruthless robbers are only robbing jewelry stores. Once they realize that robbing jewelry stores has huge risks of getting into a street shootout with the Hong Kong Police, and that it's better to kidnap a rich person, you'll know."

"Then, I'll go back and hire two bodyguards." Hearing that Chen Jiajun did not seem to be joking, Wei Li said hurriedly.

As the person in charge of the Longteng Fund, Wei Li also served as the boss of the China Light and Power Company.

Not to mention that the salary Chen Jiajun paid him was quite frightening, he also owned a certain percentage of equity.

He was a big spender in the true sense of the word.

"Don't be busy helping yourself," Chen Jiajun said with a serious face. "Tell the people at the Security Company not to take any outside jobs for now, ensure the safety of our own industries, and notify Lao Yu over there that the brothers of Hung Hing should also come out and get active."

Seeing his own boss making such a big fuss, Wei Li made up his mind to get two personal bodyguards for himself when he went back.

So he nodded and agreed, "I understand, Boss. I will notify them immediately."

Under such chaotic circumstances, anyone could be targeted.

Those ruthless robbers were just people with worthless lives; they wouldn't care who you were.

As long as they could make a move, they wouldn't mind pulling off a job.

And this situation made the societies in Hong Kong very headache-ridden, as if they saw the era of fighting against the Big Circle Boys again.

A few days later, under the pressure of several big spenders, the Hong Kong Police were finally willing to come out and do something.

They not only sent out more PTU patrols but also canceled the leave of many police departments.

However, unlike the rampant societies, the police doing this was of no use.

The ruthless robbers were not societies; they had no territory and no underlings.

Their only goal in coming to Hong Kong was to make money.

As soon as they got the money, they would run away immediately, not even leaving the police a chance to investigate. How could the police catch them?

In the end, these cases could only be left unsettled.

Chen Jiajun originally didn't want to manage these messy things and intended to just guard his own territory and be done with it.

Dealing with these ruthless robbers was a huge headache even for him.

But just like Murphy's Law, the more you fear something, the more it happens.

The next afternoon, Wei Li ran over with a panicked look and said, "Boss, it's bad. A batch of our bonds has been robbed."

"Damn it!" Chen Jiajun immediately widened his eyes and stood up. "They actually robbed me? What kind of bonds were robbed?"

Wei Li said helplessly, "It was our investment in North America, the Berman Brothers Investment Bank. What was robbed was a batch of bearer bonds, you understand."

Chen Jiajun gritted his teeth and said, "Damn their mothers, daring to break ground on the head of Tai Sui. What is the situation now?"

"The situation at the scene is a bit special," Wei Li said with a strange look on his face.

That afternoon, Chen Jiajun went directly to the Berman Brothers Investment Bank to understand the situation.

The bank was also very helpless. The person in charge said to Chen Jiajun, "Sir Chen, we are putting pressure on the police."

"Pressure? That's useless. You don't see how many rich people in Hong Kong are reporting to the police station now," Chen Jiajun said coldly. "By the time it's your turn, they will probably have already exchanged the bonds for money and run away."

After being blasted by Chen Jiajun, the person in charge of the Berman Brothers Bank had no other way and spread his hands to show his helplessness.

Naturally, Chen Jiajun could not interrupt his investment because of such a small matter. By the time these useless Gweilo discussed a result, the opportunity would have long passed.

Once the funds were cut off, Cao Weicai and Frank in the United States would have no way to carry out his plan.

So Chen Jiajun said very decisively, "Forget it, you don't need to intervene in this matter. I will handle this myself. I will allocate another sum of funds to you. This time, I designate members of the Security Company to escort it."

Hearing that Chen Jiajun did not intend to hold them accountable, the person in charge of the investment bank breathed a long sigh of relief. But hearing Chen Jiajun's request, the person in charge of the investment bank still looked troubled: "Sir Chen, the fees used by this Security Company..."

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "What, you still want me to help you pay this money? I tell you, my bonds were lost in your hands. If you really want to pursue it, believe it or not, I can make your investment bank lose its reputation at any time?"

For such shameless capitalists, Chen Jiajun was never polite and said it viciously.

Hearing Chen Jiajun say this, the person in charge of the Berman Investment Bank immediately changed his face: "Sir Chen, that's not what we meant. We will hire members of the Security Company to escort it."

"Hmph." Chen Jiajun couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with these Gweilo, so he got up and left the investment bank directly, then went straight to the Police Station to understand the situation.

The West Kowloon Police Station was considered a relatively famous police station. Because it was located in a prosperous area, no one knew how many cases happened every day, and the police inside were also very busy.

Chen Jiajun went directly to find Wen Bin of the Serious Crimes Unit and asked this kid about the course of events.

"Eh, Uncle Chen, why are you at the Police Station today?" Wen Bin said, looking a bit strange.

Although Chen Jiajun was about the same age as him, after all, when Chen Jiajun debuted, he was of the same generation as his father. Coupled with his status and position, after meeting a few more times, Wen Bin got used to this form of address.

Chen Jiajun said helplessly, "You should know about the case of the Berman Brothers Investment Bank's cash-in-transit vehicle being robbed, right?"

Li Wenbin nodded: "This matter has caused a huge stir; several transport guards have died, and one traffic Police Constable is currently being resuscitated."

"The money that was robbed belongs to me," Chen Jiajun said with a gloomy expression.

"What?" Li Wenbin said, looking astonished: "There is actually someone who dares to rob your money?"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand irritably and said: "Help me understand the situation. If you Police can't handle it, I will take action myself. Don't say I didn't give you and your old man a heads-up."

Li Wenbin realized the gravity of the situation and immediately nodded in agreement: "Fine, I will help you ask what exactly is going on."

Li Wenbin did not want to know at all what the "own" method Chen Jiajun spoke of was.

But he understood that if Chen Jiajun were really allowed to take action personally, the matter would likely not be resolved so simply.

Consequently, he first told his father about this matter.

Then he ran to the Serious Crimes Unit to inquire about the details of this case.

A colleague revealed to Li Wenbin that this case was currently being handled by a newcomer in West Kowloon named Zhuang Ziwei.

At this moment, Zhuang Ziwei was holding a meeting with his subordinates: "There are seven fatalities at the scene, including three transport guards, a bank manager, and three unidentified suspects. The traffic Police Constable who arrived at the scene, Xu Weiguang, is in a coma from a gunshot wound. The only eyewitness, Guan Youbo, is currently giving his statement. He said there was one more suspect who escaped, and a composite sketch is being made."

"A-Jian, take teams A and B to investigate everyone's background. Luo Qiang, take teams C and D to follow up on all the evidence. I have already listed the details in a table for everyone, so I won't go over the specifics."

After Zhuang Ziwei finished speaking, many of the Police Constables raised their hands, wanting to ask questions.

But Zhuang Ziwei said very firmly: "Do not bring up questions for now. Just treat this as an ordinary robbery. Do not lose your footing just because many people died. Stay steady, search for evidence with full effort, and lay a good foundation. Is that clear to everyone?"

Don't let Zhuang Ziwei's young age fool you; his style of doing things was unexpectedly tough, so his subordinates could only agree.

Meanwhile, Li Wenbin, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came looking for him.

Both were colleagues in the Serious Crimes Unit, so naturally, they knew each other.

"Li Sir, are you looking for me for something?" Zhuang Ziwei said, feeling a bit strange.

Li Wenbin nodded, pulled Zhuang Ziwei to the side, and said: "Although I know doing this is a bit against the rules, I still want to understand the details of this matter."

"But..." a look of difficulty appeared on Zhuang Ziwei's face.

Li Wenbin whispered: "The robbery this time involved the bonds of the Big Boss behind the scenes of Hung Hing, Chen Jiajun. He just came to find me. He said if the Police have no way to handle it, he will use his own methods."

"What? Chen Jiajun?" Zhuang Ziwei said, looking shocked.

Li Wenbin nodded and said: "I have already reported this matter to my superiors. I am now asking you from a private perspective whether this case can be solved in a short time."

Upon hearing Li Wenbin's words, Zhuang Ziwei's brows immediately locked together: "Unless we can catch that escaped criminal in a short time and find a breakthrough from him, I don't have any leads here for the time being."

"Damn, this is trouble now." After hearing this, Li Wenbin immediately felt a headache.

Zhuang Ziwei said, feeling somewhat puzzled: "Li Sir, forgive my presumption, but why are you so anxious? Even if Chen Jiajun is allowed to investigate it himself, at most he will just make the scene a bit more complicated, right?"

Li Wenbin looked at Zhuang Ziwei with a strange expression and said: "You probably don't know much about this Sir Chen, do you?"

"I don't know much. I only know he was the former Dragon Head of Hung Hing, but he washed his hands of the underworld a few years ago," Zhuang Ziwei nodded and said.

Li Wenbin sneered and said: "What you see is only the tip of the iceberg. The last time he went crazy, he took down nearly two hundred Gweilo from England."

"What?" Zhuang Ziwei was truly frightened this time.

In Hong Kong, both the underworld and the righteous path have an unwritten rule, which is also the tragedy of a colony.

That is, no matter the situation, if you can avoid touching a Gweilo, you absolutely must not touch a Gweilo.

Once a Gweilo dies, any small matter will turn into a major incident.

Yet this Sir Chen not only killed Gweilo, but he wiped out over two hundred of them in one go, and he is still living well today; when you look into that, it is truly terrifying.

Li Wenbin continued: "You also know my old man is an Assistant Commissioner; he definitely knows more. So the first order he gave me was to keep that madman steady."

Li Wenbin never hid his family background, because when he became a Police Constable, he never used his father's resources.

Even his promotion to the Serious Crimes Unit was earned case by case, so no one would have any opinions about him.

Hearing Li Wenbin's blunt words, Zhuang Ziwei took a deep breath and said: "I have a suspect, but I can't be sure right now."

"Who?" Li Wenbin asked curiously.

"It's that Guan Youbo who fired his gun to save the traffic Police Constable." After a moment of silence, Zhuang Ziwei still said the name.

Li Wenbin said with some surprise: "Why suspect him? You have to know he saved our colleague, and he is currently being called a 'hero' outside."

"Intuition," Zhuang Ziwei said indifferently: "I met him at a shooting club in Kowloon; we are both members there. Whenever that guy fires a gun, I always feel there is killing intent in his eyes."

"That can't count as evidence," Li Wenbin shook his head and said.

"I know, so it is just a suspicion," Zhuang Ziwei suddenly smiled and said: "Anyway, using the information I know to keep that Sir Chen steady should be no problem, right?"

Hearing Zhuang Ziwei's words, Li Wenbin said with a look of horror: "You want to use Chen Jiajun to help you solve the case?"

Zhuang Ziwei smiled and said: "Isn't this the fastest way? And it shouldn't be against the rules, right?"

"Of course it's not against the rules," Li Wenbin looked at Zhuang Ziwei deeply and said in a warning tone: "Seeking skin from a tiger is not a good habit, and this big tiger can really eat people."

Zhuang Ziwei sighed and said: "I don't want to do this either, but the orders from my superiors are crushing."

Hearing Zhuang Ziwei say this, Li Wenbin could not persuade him much more; he nodded and left directly.

The next day, Li Wenbin arrived at Chen Jiajun's office and told him everything.

However, after listening to Li Wenbin, Chen Jiajun said with a half-smile: "I see that Zhuang Sir of your Serious Crimes Unit wants to use me."

Li Wenbin was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "I knew that guy's little tricks couldn't escape Uncle Chen's eyes."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said: "You kid, stop flattering me. For the sake of you and your father being willing to put in the effort, I can hold off on taking action for now. But the guy who dared to plan this robbery, I want him."

Li Wenbin nodded, said nothing, and turned to leave Chen Jiajun's office.

After he left, Chen Jiajun calmly called over a subordinate: "Have the Information Department get to work. First, check the files on that guy Guan Youbo, and then, dig out that robber who escaped."