funbook-pk Chapter 1208 Don't rush, we still have some scores to settle.
Chapter 1208 Don't rush, we still have some scores to settle.
Yan Tong was dumbfounded. This was a complete stripping of him. Wearing a military uniform to guard a pond was incredibly humiliating. Back then, when he sent Lei Luo to guard a pond, he was still an undercover officer. This Lei Luo was even more ruthless; he was determined to get revenge.
Lei Luo completely ignored Yan Tong, just like Yan Tong ignored him back then; they weren't even on the same level.
Lei Luo said with a smile.
"There is another candidate for Chief Detective Inspector. I will discuss it with Chief Detective Inspector Lam and announce the candidate before the next regular meeting."
The detectives' hearts, which had cooled down, suddenly warmed up again. Now, the thresholds of Lei Luo and Lan Jiang's houses were about to be worn down.
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The Security Bureau has the authority to deploy the military, but unless there is a major emergency, they usually use police officers; uniformed officers from all three police stations have been mobilized.
The entire dock warehouse is under lockdown. Too many people died last night, and to prevent some reporters and newspapers from writing nonsense, we have to lock it down first. The lockdown can only be lifted after the storm has passed and the aftermath has been dealt with.
A light rain began to fall. The police officers, all wearing mid-length raincoats, were still shivering from the cold. Hong Kong's weather doesn't have distinct seasons; even in winter, the temperature is around ten degrees Celsius.
However, the weather in the south is cold and damp. No matter how many layers you wear, the cold wind can still seep in through the gaps in your clothes and ravage your body.
A dozen or so uniformed policemen huddled together smoking; smoking in the rain was a way of finding joy amidst hardship.
"Tam Sir, we still have to be on duty in this awful weather. It's been four hours already, and no one has come to relieve us. If this keeps up, we'll all get sick."
A police officer with a red sash draped over his uniform glanced at them sideways and spat his cigarette butt onto the ground.
"What can we do? If you're so capable, go apply to be a CID officer. Wear civilian clothes, carry a gun, how impressive! You can make more money that way. Stop whining. Let me tell you, this is what uniformed police officers are like, and you have to put in the hard work!"
A policeman took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed it to the officer, whose expression immediately improved.
"Tan sir, judging from this, something big has happened here. This smell... it must be the smell of blood. Holy crap, so much blood has been shed. How many people must have died or been injured?"
The officer turned to look in the direction of the warehouse. He knew a little about what had happened. Looking at the tightly closed warehouse door and the bloodstains on the ground that even the rain couldn't wash away, he cursed angrily.
"Damn Japanese devils, why doesn't anyone throw you all into the sea to feed the fish?"
Suddenly a voice came from above his head.
How do you know no one threw them all into the sea?
The officers were startled and quickly reached for their batons. As uniformed patrol officers, they were not allowed to carry guns; their only weapons were handcuffs and wooden batons.
The officer, of course, was armed. He pulled out his revolver and looked up. He saw a young man in black sitting leisurely on top of the stacks of crates on the dock. His legs were dangling over the edge of the crates, and he was catching the rain falling from the sky with his hands. Although he was soaked to the bone, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
The officer squinted, the raindrops falling on his face making it hard to open his eyes, and he waved his pistol and shouted.
"Who are you? Get down here right now. This dock is now sealed off. No one can enter or leave without a pass."
Da Bao wasn't used to the climate in Hong Kong, but he really liked the drizzling rain. He flicked the raindrops with his hand, and each raindrop flew in all directions like a bullet.
"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to remember that the Japanese devils here today will only end up as fish."
Da Bao pointed.
"You guys should retreat quickly, the main force of the Japanese is already here."
The officer turned around in shock and saw a black umbrella looming over them like a dark cloud in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, under the umbrellas were over a hundred Japanese samurai with shaved heads, dressed in kimonos and wooden clogs.
Ishikawa Akino stood with his hands in his sleeves, dressed entirely as a samurai. Two katana, one long and one short, were tucked into his waistband; the long sword was Dojigiri Yasutsuna, one of the Ten Great Demon Swords.
This sword was forged by the swordsmith Yasutsuna during the Heian period. Minamoto no Yorimitsu used it to kill Shuten-dōji. The blade is so sharp that it can cut through many corpses. It is a national treasure of Japan.
His retainer, Kogoro Mori, held an umbrella for him, while Shin'e Senbei stood nearby, glaring fiercely at the policemen ahead, his hand still gripping his sword.
As they got closer, the police officers all shuddered involuntarily, as if they were facing a group of demons that had walked out of hell. Someone shouted, and then they all took off running.
Shin-Ue Senbei burst into laughter, and even the usually serious Ishikawa Akino couldn't help but smile.
"Baka yarou, these inferior humans should only be stepping stones for us to conquer the world."
All the special forces samurai bowed in unison and shouted a message.
"Hai!"
Da Bao is no longer on the box, and similarly, Fujiwara Shizuka and Tachibana Hayako are no longer in the Japanese troops.
The samurai slowly approached the warehouse. The Japanese ninjas guarding the warehouse had already seen their own men arrive. Even the emotionless ninjas were overjoyed to see their own kind.
The ninjas opened the warehouse door, revealing boxes upon boxes of gold—five tons of gold, each wooden box containing two hundred pounds, fifty boxes in total, neatly stacked in the center of the warehouse.
Shin-Ue Senbei was overjoyed, dancing with glee. His team leader had promised him that if he safely transported the gold back to Japan, he could take two gold bars with him, enough for him to live a carefree life in Kabukicho for two months.
Twenty ninjas, divided into two groups, knelt on either side of the warehouse door. They were Fujiwara Shizuka's subordinates, a level below Ishikawa Akino's.
With a wave of his hand, Ishikawa Akino put away his umbrella, and Ishikawa Akino reached out to feel the cool raindrops. He asked casually.
Where is Shizuka?
Kogoro Mouri answered respectfully.
"My lord, Miss Fujiwara has personally arranged your itinerary and accommodations."
Akino Ishikawa nodded in satisfaction and said something.
"Yoshi!"
He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and respected, and then asked another question.
When will our ship arrive?
Kogoro Mouri glanced up at the cargo ship anchored in the sea.
"Reporting to the Lord, the Renmaru has already docked at the pier, and we can organize people to transport the gold up there at any time."
Before Ishikawa Akino could speak, a voice came from above him not far away.
"What? So rushed? We still have some accounts to settle..."