Chapter 342: 343. What Kind of Nobodies

343. Chapter 343: What Kind of Nobodies

On the other side, the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit.

After several days of evidence collection, Zhuang Ziwei's subordinates had finally achieved some results.

After turning on the projector, a Police Constable began to explain: "We cannot find any identification on the three suspects; we estimate they are from out of town. Their fingerprints and photos have already been handed over to various departments and Interpol."

"We have investigated the backgrounds and finances of the cash-in-transit guards Huang Weida and Lv Ziwen, and the driver Zhou Cheng; none of them have any major issues. On the contrary, that bank manager Fang Zhihe lost several million while day-trading stocks previously, and we are currently following up on him fully."

"The guns found in the robbers' possession had their serial numbers filed off, and the rifling of the Sanjiaqiang was also intentionally scratched; we cannot find any leads for now. The other gun was assembled, and the materials are very easy to purchase."

A female Police Constable who had just arrived knew that Zhuang Ziwei was very knowledgeable about firearms, so she couldn't help but ask: "The parts are easy to buy?"

Zhuang Ziwei said indifferently: "People who play with replica guns nowadays are very professional; many parts are actually used on real guns. Take a stroll through the toy shops in Mong Kok, and you can buy anything."

The female Police Constable said with a shocked expression: "Isn't that illegal?"

Zhuang Ziwei laughed: "Springs, triggers, screws—how could that be illegal? Even if you can't buy them, you can make them yourself."

After the conversation ended, the subordinate Police Constable continued to introduce: "The mobile phone used a burner SIM card; it only dialed one number and was never used again. The route map was placed inside an envelope, but the route they took was completely different from the one on the map."

Hearing his subordinate's report, Zhuang Ziwei stood up immediately: "If the vehicle didn't follow the designated route, it means there must be an inside man on the car. However, none of that is important. Everyone must remember, the dead are just a lead; the most important thing now is to find that last person. What was missing from the robbery vehicle was a type of bearer bond worth 400 million US dollars."

Hearing 400 million US dollars, many Police Constables let out gasps of surprise.

Zhuang Ziwei said indifferently: "Don't make such a fuss. If the bonds are with that escaped robber, he must want to liquidate them. Contact the Commercial Crime Bureau and ask who might be able to handle this kind of goods?"

"Understood, Boss."

Afterward, Zhuang Ziwei turned his head to look at the photo of Guan Youbo projected on the screen, then asked: "What about him?"

"He's clean. Should we let him go?" the Police Constable said.

After a moment of silence, Zhuang Ziwei said: "Charge him with illegal possession of a firearm and murder."

"Charge him?" Hearing Zhuang Ziwei's decision, many were somewhat surprised.

Zhuang Ziwei turned his head and asked: "Is there a problem?"

"Boss, this man saved our colleague," the Police Constable said, still looking puzzled.

Zhuang Ziwei said in a flat tone: "Then tell me, which law allows him to open fire and kill people?"

Who would have thought that two new hotheads actually cited the statutes.

This left Zhuang Ziwei somewhat amused and annoyed: "You need to get this straight: he has the right to help catch people, but that doesn't mean he can open fire and kill."

"Boss, have you considered the public reaction? The citizens all treat him as a hero," a Police Constable said worriedly.

Recently, the environment had deteriorated, and incidents of police and robbers having shootouts on the streets occurred frequently. If things were handled this way now, it would likely trigger a massive public opinion storm.

But Zhuang Ziwei insisted firmly: "Charging him will cause controversy, but not charging him will cause even more. The higher-ups have already decided to leave the result to the court to handle and let the jurors decide."

……

Chen Jiajun was pacing in his office at this moment.

He was thinking about how to make those reckless bastards wake up to the situation.

At this time, Lao Yu knocked on the door and walked in, followed by someone from the Information Department.

"How is it? Are there results?" Seeing the two, Chen Jiajun raised an eyebrow and said.

Lao Yu nodded: "I've already had my men inquire about the whereabouts of that escaped robber. He is from Tuen Mun and has a toy shop in Mong Kok. It's just that this guy has been hiding out recently and hasn't returned; I've already sent people to stake it out."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Spread the rest of the brothers out to search as well. Daring to rob me—if we don't hang him, this kind of thing will happen again in the future."

Lao Yu nodded and said: "I understand, Boss."

Subsequently, the subordinate from the Information Department also said: "There is news about that Guan Youbo you asked me to check. This guy is a senior fund manager at Global Investment Bank, deeply favored by their boss Diana, and his performance is number one every single year."

"However, what's interesting is that this guy's boss seems to like him very much; she is currently contacting influential people in Hong Kong to provide a guarantee, intending to bail him out of prison first. For a boss to be willing to do this for her subordinate, either she has a handle on him, or the two have an improper relationship."

"Our Information Department also found that this Guan Youbo's capital account has some issues. He was trapped previously while trading foreign exchange, so he also has a motive for the crime. Most importantly, this guy is also from Tuen Mun."

Hearing what the Information Department said, Chen Jiajun sneered on the spot: "Good fellow, it seems this kid can't stay out of this either."

"Boss, do you want me to send someone to bring this Guan Youbo over for a chat?" Lao Yu suggested.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said: "No need. We are the victims now. You compile the connection between the two into a file and send a copy to Zhuang Ziwei of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit. Don't worry about the rest; the most important thing now is to find that escaped robber. At the same time, put the word out: anyone who dares to rob Hong Xing's property—it is absolutely impossible for no one to die."

On the other side, although Guan Youbo was bailed out relying on his female boss's powerful connections.

He was followed by the Police almost every day, which made him very irritable and helpless.

Feeling restless, he came to the Kowloon Gun Club again, wanting to play a few rounds.

"You're really lucky; I thought they would revoke your firearms license," the manager of the gun club said to Guan Youbo with a smile.

Seeing the Handgun placed in front of him, Guan Youbo did not reach for it immediately but took a deep breath.

Seeing his state, the manager of the gun club shook his head and said: "There was a 'Gun King' named Miao Zhishun, who was a police officer. After he shot and killed a mentally unstable 'Gun King', he was still able to overcome his psychological barrier. But after he shot and killed a second criminal, he could never pick up a gun again."

"Try it. If you can't, don't force it."

Guan Youbo nodded and brought his gun to the shooting range, but he couldn't pull the Trigger at all against the human-shaped paper target.

At this time, a man wearing glasses leaned over to Guan Youbo's side and said: "Don't dare to shoot? You've killed people, so how can you still be shooting at these targets? Isn't it more satisfying to shoot a real person?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the muzzle of the gun and said viciously: "Shoot! You bastard, you still want to kill me."

Guan Youbo said nervously: "Don't you also want to kill me?"

"I don't just want to kill you. I also want to finish off your woman," the man provoked directly.

Guan Youbo exploded instantly, pushed him away, and pointed the gun at him, saying: "Say that again. Say it again."

Now the man didn't dare to continue the provocation; it was clear that Guan Youbo was already in a state of mental breakdown. He had come to find Guan Youbo for money and didn't want to lose his life here.

Guan Youbo also calmed down and said to the man: "A Tao!"

The man in front of him named A Tao was exactly the last escaped robber from the robbery, and Guan Youbo was the mastermind behind this heist.

"Cut the crap. I'm here to split the money. Once the money is split, I'll leave immediately, and we'll never see each other again in this life," A Tao said irritably.

Guan Youbo said helplessly: "The broker who agreed to help us has already been caught."

"So what? Just find another one," A Tao said coldly.

"Not everyone is willing to take those bonds; I am currently trying to find a way," Guan Youbo said immediately.

A Tao sneered: "You said those bonds were as valuable as cash, that's why I found people to do it. How could there be no one who wants valuable things?"

"You make it sound simple, you go do it then."

"If I knew how, would I still need you?" A Tao pushed Guan Youbo away irritably and said viciously: "Now you are out there acting like a hero in all your glory, and me? I'm hiding everywhere like a rat. And another thing. You probably don't know, do you? This batch of bonds is damn well Hung Hing's property. Do you have any damn idea who you've provoked now?"

Hearing A Tao's words, Guan Youbo suddenly stumbled, grabbed his collar with a shocked expression and said: "What the hell did you say? These bonds are Hung Hing's property?"

"You idiot, you don't even know whose money you're messing with." A Tao shoved Guan Youbo away and said viciously: "If Hung Hing's people track it back to us, our whole family is dead! Now do you see why I'm in such a rush!"

Hearing A Tao's words, Guan Youbo became even more panicked.

He had originally thought that the traffic cop who didn't die was already enough trouble, but now it seemed the trouble was more than just that.

He knew he definitely couldn't stay in Hong Kong any longer; he had to offload the bonds in his hands and leave Hong Kong immediately.

After a moment of silence, Guan Youbo said: "Go prepare a boat, I'll leave as soon as I cash out the bonds."

A Tao calmed down, then said coldly: "Fine, but I want half."

"If you handle it well, you can have it all." At this moment, Guan Youbo could no longer worry about his misappropriation of client funds for foreign exchange speculation; he couldn't even worry about his girlfriend anymore. All he wanted now was to run away immediately.

So, after leaving the Kowloon Gun Club, he deliberately shook off the Police and found the superior of the manager he had contacted earlier.

After a phone call, he drove directly to the outlying islands and took a speedboat out to sea.

On the High Seas not far from Hong Kong's waters, he saw a yacht anchored there.

However, before boarding, Guan Youbo was still subjected to a full-body search by the other party's subordinates and had to hand over his mobile phone.

"Please go upstairs." The bodyguard made a gesture of invitation.

Guan Youbo arrived at the upper deck and met the person he was supposed to see today.

A mixed-race man wearing sunglasses.

Guan Youbo spoke directly: "Mr. Jiang, I am a friend of Mr. Gao."

The man called Mr. Jiang took off his sunglasses and said to Guan Youbo: "Did you discuss this matter over the phone?"

"No," Guan Youbo shook his head and said.

Mr. Jiang cursed: "This idiot, he doesn't even know he's being wiretapped."

Then he glanced at Guan Youbo and said: "What kind of hard goods do you have?"

"My client has a batch of bearer bonds and is in a hurry to cash them out." Guan Youbo directly picked up the oil-paper bag in his hand.

Mr. Jiang took a look and said indifferently: "The ones from the cash-in-transit vehicle?"

Guan Youbo said vigilantly: "Old Gao said you wouldn't ask about the source."

Mr. Jiang didn't say much, just smiled and shook his head: "Then you should know that this batch of goods is Hung Hing's property. Now both the underworld and the police are watching it, it's quite thorny. Even if you hold onto it for a few years, you might not be able to get rid of it. The risk is high, the cost is high. Tell me, how is holding this batch of goods any different from holding a death warrant?"

Seeing this guy's relaxed expression, Guan Youbo knew that he didn't take the risk of these bonds seriously at all.

All he wanted to do was drive the price down.

"40%." Guan Youbo didn't dawdle; his main priority now was to turn this stuff into money.

Mr. Jiang was right about one thing: this stuff was a death warrant right now.

But Mr. Jiang was not satisfied with this price; he smiled with great contempt and said nothing.

"30%... 20%!" Guan Youbo finally couldn't hold on anymore, threw the bonds over directly, and said coldly: "My bottom line is 17.5%. If you don't agree, I'd rather burn them."

Hearing Guan Youbo's words, Mr. Jiang picked up the bonds, took a look, and said with a smile: "Deal."

Afterwards, Guan Youbo followed Mr. Jiang's subordinates to a remote underground parking lot to conduct the transaction.

There was a white van parked in the parking lot. After Mr. Jiang's subordinates opened it, it was filled with bundles of packaged US dollars.

Guan Youbo handed the bonds to the other party and then checked the authenticity of the US dollars.

The other party also hired an expert to verify the authenticity of the bonds.

After both sides confirmed there were no problems, Mr. Jiang's subordinates threw the van keys to Guan Youbo and left directly with their people.

As for Guan Youbo, he left immediately after receiving the keys.

Now that he had the money, he needed to handle some loose ends before leaving Hong Kong.

He didn't notice at all that someone had already quietly targeted them.

On the other side, Chen Jiajun already knew that someone had taken his bearer bonds.

A nameless fire suddenly rose in him; he slapped the table and stood up: "Damn it, it's been a long time since I've been active in Hong Kong, and now every Tom, Dick, and Harry is jumping out to bare their fangs at me. Knowing it's my stuff, someone still dares to take it. Lao Yu!"

Seeing the boss get angry, Lao Yu said hurriedly: "Boss, what should we do?"

Chen Jiajun said coldly: "Bring the brothers, let's go meet that greedy Mr. Jiang."

Lao Yu nodded and immediately called a few skilled men to follow Chen Jiajun out the door.

Having not seen the boss lose his temper like this for a long time, Lao Yu couldn't help but mourn for that Mr. Jiang.

"Heh, this kind of idiot is the easiest to fool."

Mr. Jiang puffed on a Cigar and said to his subordinates: "Didn't notice, did you?"

The subordinate shook his head: "That kid didn't even notice that the bills we gave him were in sequential order."

"Exchanging money that couldn't be spent for bonds worth 400 million US dollars, this is a business with a ten-thousand-fold profit. Boss." The appraiser on the side was also flattering him.

Mr. Jiang shook his head and said: "That's not how you put it. I still don't dare to touch this batch of bonds. It would be terrible if Hung Hing's people found out. I reckon I'll have to hold onto them for a while and then find someone from Malaysia or Singapore to offload them."

"You have to know, that Sir Chen is not someone easy to talk to."

Just as the few were chatting, a voice suddenly came over: "Knowing I'm not someone easy to talk to, you still dare to touch my stuff?"

Hearing this voice, Mr. Jiang and the others were startled and looked downstairs.

They discovered that the door to their villa had already been opened, and the few bodyguards were already knocked to the ground.

Then, Chen Jiajun, wearing a black suit, walked in. He glanced at Mr. Jiang upstairs and said indifferently: "I don't really like talking to people while looking up."

As soon as Chen Jiajun finished speaking, the two young demon slaves beside him darted out like arrows released from a bow, heading straight for Mr. Jiang upstairs.

The two bodyguards immediately blocked the front of Mr. Jiang, preparing to intercept.

Unfortunately, when facing the young demon slaves, these bodyguards were completely inadequate.

Charging straight toward the muzzles of the opponent's guns, at the cost of taking two bullets, they stepped directly within three paces of the two bodyguards.

Then, fists the size of sandbags smashed directly into the faces of the two bodyguards.

Giving the two bodyguards an instant, baby-like sleep.

The other young demon slave grabbed Mr. Jiang by the collar and threw him directly down from the floor above.

He landed right at the feet of Chen Jiajun.

"Mr. Jiang, is it?" Chen Jiajun had someone bring over a chair, sat down in front of him, and said coldly.

Although Mr. Jiang was already dazed and confused from the fall, he still struggled to crawl up, put on a fawning smile, and said, "Xiao Jiang, you can just call me Xiao Jiang."

"There are so many money launderers in Hong Kong, yet we in Hung Hing have never touched any of you people. How did you end up causing trouble for us?" Chen Jiajun smoked his cigarette and said coldly to Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang could not say a word at this moment; after all, the fact that Chen Jiajun could find him here meant that he already knew the whole story.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "I know, Hong Kong has been quite chaotic lately. Especially you money-laundering fellows, you've helped those Big Circle gangs earn a lot of money and gained plenty of benefits. So, you don't even follow the rules anymore?"

"Sir Chen, I was blinded by greed. Please spare me this once, spare me this once." Hearing Chen Jiajun's calm tone, Mr. Jiang suddenly became panicked.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "It's useless to tell me; I'm here to take back what belongs to me."

Mr. Jiang immediately said, "I will have it delivered to you right away."

As he spoke, his subordinates quickly brought over the bearer bonds that Chen Jiajun had lost and placed them respectfully in front of Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Alright, I am no longer a person of the underworld, so I won't interfere in this kind of matter. Lao Yu, you chat with Mr. Jiang personally."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, a look of terror immediately appeared on Mr. Jiang's face.

Who in the underworld doesn't know that the current Hung Hing chairman, Lao Yu, is notoriously ruthless?

If he had to chat with him, he would surely be skinned alive. (End of chapter)