RNP Chapter 102 I did Chen Jiaju's job?
Chapter 102 I did Chen Jiaju's job?
Chapter 102 I did Chen Jiaju's job?
Song Zhaowen frowned, leaning back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest. "Comrade Yang, Inspector Chen. You didn't bring me here just to give me a 'Good Citizen' award, did you? Get to the point, what do you want me to do?"
Yang Jiaying leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Song Zhaowen: "We've received reliable intelligence that Southeast Asian drug lord Cai Ba is using human couriers, with Hong Kong as a transit point, to smuggle large quantities of high-purity heroin into the mainland! His network is extremely secretive, and his methods are incredibly cruel. The mules he's using are mostly innocent people burdened with huge gambling debts or coerced into smuggling; many even die en route when the packaging breaks!"
She pulled out a stack of photos and pushed them over. The scenes in the photos were horrifying: in an airport toilet stall, a pale-faced man was curled up on the floor, his abdomen cut open to reveal a bag full of plastic packaging; inside a shipping container at the dock, several corpses were in bizarre positions, blood seeping from their mouths and noses—Song Zhaowen picked up the photos, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He was a man of principle, but he had his bottom line, and he deeply abhorred such inhumane acts.
"Cai Ba is extremely cunning and cautious," Yang Jiaying added, her tone grave. "His contacts in Hong Kong are very secretive. We tried several operations, but he detected them in advance each time, resulting in the loss of several excellent undercover agents. Conventional methods are unlikely to penetrate his inner circle, let alone uncover his entire drug trafficking chain and the location of his warehouses where people and goods are separated."
"Fortunately, this time his henchman, Ah Bao, was captured on the mainland."
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Song Zhaowen raised his hand to interrupt Yang Jiaying's narration.
"Comrade Yang, what do you mean by 'guess the boss' or 'duck boss'? What do they have to do with me?"
Chen Jiaying, who was interrupted, was not annoyed and turned to look at Chen Jiaqi.
Chen Jiaqi added, "Song Zhaowen, we hope to leverage your gang's background to infiltrate the prison and gain Ah Bao's trust... Cai Ba's influence is mainly in Southeast Asia. He needs to establish connections in mainland China, and he will inevitably be interested in powerful and well-connected 'big fish in Hong Kong.' Zhengxing's reputation is prestigious enough. We need you, under the guise of seeking cooperation, to approach Cai Ba's agents in Hong Kong, and even—to directly contact Cai Ba himself. For so many years, Cai Ba has been extremely cautious, shifting any evidence onto his underlings or even his wife. I need you to get close to him and uncover his true hideout and crimes."
Song Zhaowen remained silent for a moment, then threw the photo back on the table and let out a sneer: "You two officers, have you been watching too many cop movies? Sending a gangster like me undercover to get close to Southeast Asia's number one drug lord? What's the difference between that and sending me to my death? Who is Cai Ba? Ruthless, extremely suspicious, if I'm not careful, I won't even know how I died! Besides, why should I help you?"
Yang Jiaying raised an eyebrow: "Just because you want to do business in the mainland! Do you think you can get the land approval just by going through Director Chen's connections?"
"Do you know the Anti-Corruption Bureau has been watching him for a long time? He'll be caught sooner or later. Nobody wants to cooperate with a Hong Kong gangster like you!"
"Threatening me? Fine, I won't do this deal then!" Song Zhaowen still looked indifferent.
Seeing that Song Zhaowen was unmoved by reason, Chen Jiaqi said, "Then what about the beef ball factory! Song Zhaowen, you don't want the Food and Health Administration to come and inspect every few days, do you?"
"You!" Song Zhaowen glared at Chen Jiaqi, a cold glint in his eyes, his fist clenching tightly on the sofa armrest. At the same time, he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this scene.
Mainland female special police officer, Cai Ba, Ah Bao—isn't this a super cop story? Where's Chen Jiaju? How come Song Zhaowen is doing the job of a super cop? He doesn't want to take this job.
The air in the conference room instantly plummeted to freezing. Song Zhaowen's chest heaved slightly as his gaze swept back and forth between Chen Jiaqi and Yang Jiaying.
Chen Jiaqi knew she couldn't push people too hard, so she softened her tone, like honey after a stick: "Of course, we're not trying to cut off your escape route. As long as you're willing to help, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits after it's done." She glanced at Yang Jiaying.
Yang Jiaying understood and continued, "First, we will use our connections to ensure your instant noodle factory project runs smoothly in mainland China. Since Director Chen's connection has been severed, we'll find you a cleaner, more reliable channel. Second, the police will provide maximum convenience and privacy for your beef ball factory and other legitimate businesses in Hong Kong." The Food and Health Department's issues were naturally not a problem. Third, and most importantly," she emphasized, "this operation is a major joint operation between Interpol and mainland police. If successful, you'll have made a significant contribution! We can apply for a special pardon for you, significantly downplaying or even erasing some of your shady triad records. This is your path to complete cleanliness and a truly legitimate career. You don't want to be purged after 1997, do you?"
Song Zhaowen fell silent.
Although they were tricked by Chen Jiaqi, both of them were right in their words. Once you enter society, it's like entering a deep sea. Hong Kong is relatively easy, but if you want to do legitimate business in the mainland, it's extremely difficult without a clean background. However, what the other party meant was also very clear: this mission was a pledge of loyalty.
If someone like Lao Xu, with his 14K background, could become the King of Belts decades later, then Song Zhaowen might be just as capable!
In the coming decades, the mainland will experience tremendous changes, and Song Zhaowen will naturally not miss this opportunity.
So this mission...
Song Zhaowen slowly raised his head, picked up the file on the table containing information about Cai Ba, weighed it in his hand, then tossed it back onto the table. He then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and the smoke curled upwards, blurring his expression.
"it is good."
Yang Jiaying's face lit up with joy.
"Inspector Yang, you just told me one, two, three, so now I also have three conditions." Song Zhaowen held up three fingers.
Yang Jiaying gestured for him to speak: "Mr. Song, please speak. As long as the conditions do not violate our principles, they are fine."
"First, I am responsible for my own life. I have the right to know the operation plan. Second, all details of this operation must be kept absolutely confidential, except for the two of you here and essential personnel. If word gets out and we are stabbed in the back by our own people, I will hold you accountable first."
"Third, regardless of the success or failure of the operation, the three promises you just made—that the factory remains open, business is clean, and records are clear—must be in writing, signed and sealed, and delivered to me before I leave the country. If any one of these is missing, or if any is compromised… I hold a grudge!"
Chen Jiaqi and Yang Jiaying exchanged a glance, and Yang Jiaying nodded solemnly: "Agreed. We accept your conditions on behalf of the organization. Welcome to 'Operation Hunter of the Hawk,' Comrade Song Zhaowen."
"Comrade?" Song Zhaowen smirked.
Five days later~
In a certain place, a heavily guarded labor camp.
Several buses slowly drove in.
The prison van slowly came to a stop.
Some prisoners, including Song Zhaowen, lined up to enter the prison.
A group of people in blue prison uniforms were taking advantage of their time to exercise, twirling and whistling at the iron bars. Upon seeing the newcomer arrive, they winked and made faces.
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