Hong Kong variety show: Starting from Cold War 1994

Chapter 64 One wave subsides, another rises

He Guozheng's suggestion is indeed a common investigative method used by the police.

Plainclothes police officers, disguised as ordinary citizens, approach the target location under a plausible pretext to conduct preliminary observations and elicit information.

The key point is that the person he is trying to find out this time is likely a group of inhuman terrorists, who are extremely dangerous.

Shen Shaofeng picked up a bottle of mineral water and rinsed his mouth with it.

"Roy, this is a bit risky. There are international criminals inside, they're very vigilant. It would be quite conspicuous for a complete stranger like you to go there."

He Guozheng pointed to the Toyota he had driven: "Later, I'll deflate the right rear tire, put on the spare, and pretend I had a flat tire and am passing by asking for help. There are countless drivers like this every day; it shouldn't arouse suspicion..."

"How do you plan to deflate it?"

"Any screwdriver will do."

Shen Shaofeng shook his head, gestured for He Guozheng to follow him to the right rear of the Toyota.

"Using a screwdriver is too fake; an experienced mechanic can tell at a glance. Let's change the spare tire first."

Shen Shaofeng opened the trunk, took out the jack and the spare tire, and the two of them quickly changed the spare tire together.

Then, he paced back and forth in the grove and soon picked up a rather sharp stone from the ground.

He Guozheng finally understood what Shen Shaofeng meant and gave him a thumbs up: "Shaofeng, you're so thoughtful."

He then found two more "sharp weapons" on the ground.

Thanks to the thin sidewalls of the 13-inch tires on this old Toyota, the two of them managed to "age" a severely worn right rear tire in less than ten minutes.

……

Half an hour later.

A Toyota drove erratically toward Changlong Auto Repair Shop.

He Guozheng honked the horn a dozen meters away from the gate.

"Beep beep..."

A moment later, the small window of the iron gate opened, and a pair of eyes peered out warily: "What's going on?"

He Guozheng rolled down his car window, his expression anxious: "Sir, I have a flat tire, please help!"

A few seconds later, the iron gate creaked open.

"Come in." The person who opened the door was a young man wearing dirty work clothes, whose eyes swept over He Guozheng.

"Thank you so much, sir! You've gone to so much trouble!"

He Guozheng thanked him repeatedly and carefully drove the car in. The mechanic then closed the iron gate again.

He got out of the car, handed the mechanic a cigarette, opened the trunk, and pointed to the tire.

"I don't know what I just punctured, but my tire suddenly went flat. I used the spare tire to keep it in place. Luckily, I asked the villagers, and they said there's a repair shop here..."

The mechanic took out a flashlight, bent down, and began to inspect the car.

At that moment, a man in his early thirties with a buzz cut walked out of a shed.

This man was wearing a long-sleeved floral shirt and a large gold chain; you could tell at a glance he was a gangster.

"What's the matter?" The crew-cut man looked He Guozheng up and down.

"Brother Xiong, this tire must have gotten punctured from driving on some rough roads."

Upon hearing this title, He Guozheng immediately understood that this must be He Zhenxiong, the licensee of the auto repair shop.

Xiong Ge nodded: "Ali, hurry up and get the customer sorted out."

"Okay." Ali nodded and turned to get his tools.

He Guozheng seized the opportunity to offer a cigarette: "Brother Xiong, I could tell you were the boss just by looking at you! I'm sorry to bother you so early in the morning."

Xiong Ge took the cigarette, and He Guozheng lit it for him. While chatting with him, He Guozheng took the opportunity to secretly observe the interior of the auto repair shop.

……

At the same time, in the grove.

Shen Shaofeng held binoculars and observed He Guozheng chatting with a man.

He Guozheng suggested that he carry a communicator and hide it in the car so that Shen Shaofeng could receive his information in real time, but Shen Shaofeng rejected the suggestion.

Better safe than sorry; there's no need to risk being discovered.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated:

"Hello, this is Shen Shaofeng."

"Boss, it's me, A-Cong." Wang Zhi-Cong's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What is it?"

During this period, Shen Shaofeng was busy keeping an eye on these outsiders and temporarily handed over the team's affairs to Wang Zhicong.

"Here's the thing, Wong Wai-long, one of the big bosses of the Hu Nan gang, was slashed by a group of knife-wielders two days ago and was hospitalized at Baptist Hospital. Just today at 04:36, two gunmen, posing as visitors, shot and killed Wong Wai-long in the hospital and then fled. Initial suspicions point to a Sun Kee boss named Chan Yiu-hing as a suspect..."

Wang Zhizong briefly reported the latest case details to Shen Shaofeng.

According to police precedent, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) has the authority to take over cases involving the murder of triad leaders.

Shen Shaofeng vaguely remembered that this case had occurred in the real history of Hong Kong Island in his previous life, and it seemed to have been made into a movie called "The Tiger of Wanchai".

But the timeline seems to be 1992. Could it be that in this Hong Kong variety show timeline, the events are based on the timeline of the movie "The Tiger of Wanchai"?

But all of that is secondary. Who cares what kind of tiger it is? Daring to send gunmen to the hospital to kill people and cause such a big fuss, you'll be turned into Hello Kitty in no time!

"Ah Cong, we're police officers. If we have suspicions, we have to act. Remember, the evidence collection process must be rigorous."

"Roger that, boss."

After I hung up, Li Wenbin called again.

"Shaofeng, have your colleagues informed you about the Baptist Hospital case?"

"Yes, I just received the notification, and I've asked them to handle it."

"That's good. I just checked with the Ministry of Transportation and the Transport Department. I found that the driver drove to a hardware store, stopped briefly, and then left with a large bag of things..."

"Boss, send a trusted clerk to that hardware store to sound out the owner."

"Yes, it's all arranged. You and Roy also need to be careful."

……

Two hours later, it was completely bright outside.

After changing the tires, Ho Kwok-ching drove the Toyota out of Lam Kau Village, changed cars at the Organisation for Crime and Triad Bureau's (OCT) secret office in the New Territories, and then drove back to the grove.

He parked his car, took the bottled water Shen Shaofeng handed him, and took a few sips:

"Shaofeng, there are four people openly working at the repair shop. One of them is in charge, called Brother Xiong, I'm guessing it's He Zhenxiong."

"This guy was very wary. As soon as I got close to the factory or workshop, he blocked my view. There was a mechanic named Ali, a tall, thin guy fiddling with something in the corner, and a fourth guy who was squatting outside a shed smoking. He looked ordinary and seemed to be watching me."

After thinking for a moment, He Guozheng added, "I didn't see Zhang Rongchao. None of these people have scorpion tattoos on their necks."

Shen Shaofeng listened attentively.

Strictly speaking, He Guozheng's observations cannot actually lead to any specific conclusions; all the surface phenomena are consistent with those of a normal car repair shop.

"The windows of the shacks were all covered with thick curtains, but I could vaguely hear several voices, though I couldn't make out what they were saying. One warehouse had a sheet metal door, and I heard a few very soft 'click' sounds coming from inside, like metal parts gently clattering together, not the sound of ordinary car repair tools..."

Shen Shaofeng's spirits lifted: "Roy, what do you mean?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure, but it feels a bit like pulling the bolt on some kind of firearm..."