harleyscars Chapter 19 It's reasonable for a policeman like me to know about assassination, right?
Chapter 19 It's reasonable for a policeman like me to know about assassination, right?
Peak View Restaurant, Victoria Peak, window seat.
Outside the window is the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour, while inside the restaurant, socialites dine and chat.
"Sir Shen, when did you become rich enough to invite me to the Peak for such a lavish expense."
After ordering, Lok Wai-ching handed the menu back to the waiter and made a joking remark.
"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense. We police officers can't get rich, otherwise the ICAC will invite me back for coffee. But I've solved some cases recently, and there's a bonus. Don't worry about it."
Shen Shaofeng gave a casual reply.
"Hmph, no sincerity at all. I asked you for information and you made all sorts of excuses, and you didn't even make a reservation before coming here to eat..."
Lok Wai-ching is a woman with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. In addition, the other party provided a great idea called "Today's Focus," which helped her a lot.
So she quickly got to the point.
"Are you looking for information about the Huanmao Group, or the Pan family?"
"I want to hear them all."
"Huang Jiahui's disappearance is no secret. They say he went abroad for medical treatment, but who would believe that?"
Le Huizhen took a sip of her aperitif: "The Huanmao Group is currently leaderless and in complete chaos. Several major projects have been halted, and the stock price has been falling for a week."
Shen Shaofeng nodded: "What's the Pan family's attitude?"
"Pan Junheng has been keeping a low profile lately and has appeared in public less often, but his son, Pan Zhiang, has been very active recently."
"I frequently contact people from HSBC and Standard Chartered, and I even went to London a few days ago."
At this point, Lok Wai-ching sneered: "Hmph, with Wong Ka-fai's fate unknown, the biggest beneficiary is this Crown Prince. If I were him, I would also hide abroad to avoid the storm."
Shen Shaofeng recalled that when Pan Junheng came to the police station morgue to identify the body, he was accompanied only by his sister, Pan Yixin, who was Huang Jiahui's wife. This made sense.
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At this point, the waiter brought out the dishes they had ordered one after another, and the two ate and chatted.
Le Huizhen suddenly revealed a gossipy expression and whispered, "I heard, it's just a rumor... I heard that Pan Yixin was secretly adopted by the Pan family and has no blood relation to her older brother Pan Junheng. She's also related to her nephew Pan Zhiang, hehe..."
"puff!"
Even with his two lifetimes of experience, Shen Shaofeng was still quite shocked by the news and spat out the lobster in his mouth.
"Sorry, I was rude." He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.
"It's okay, I understand. But please don't spread this news around."
The two chatted about everyday life after graduation until they finished dessert.
"By the way, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with, senior sister." Shen Shaofeng put down his spoon.
"Speak."
"Can I borrow your car for a few days? I need to run some personal errands, and it's inconvenient to use a police car. You're also the only acquaintance I know who has a car..."
Lok Wai-ching took out her car keys from her bag and casually tossed them over.
"Drive carefully, or you'll have to pay for any scratches."
"Thank you, senior sister. I'll take you home." Shen Shaofeng put away his car keys.
……
Six days later, in Central, at a bar upstairs in Wing Wah Lane.
Robert arrived precisely at 9 p.m.
According to bodyguard Amin's intelligence and Shen Shaofeng's own observations, he comes here to spend money every other day.
I usually sit at the back of the bar and order a malt whisky with ice.
He would leave after about two hours, once bringing a female companion for a "heart-to-heart talk," and the other time going straight home.
Disguised, Shen Shaofeng observed for a long time: Robert was quite vigilant, but his attention inevitably decreased after drinking.
This is near Lan Kwai Fong, a notorious traffic hotspot where parking is extremely difficult, so Robert had to park his car at the Universal Building a few blocks away.
The back alley of the bar, a must-pass route, is piled with clutter and has only a dim streetlamp, making it an ideal ambush spot.
……
This afternoon, Shen Shaofeng washed and filled up Le Huizhen's car and returned it.
Observing and tracking is one thing, but to actually get things done, you can't use a friend's car.
Then, he changed into an inconspicuous set of work clothes, put on a baseball cap and work gloves, and came to an old area.
CCTV is scarce here, and the roads are intricate and complex.
Shen Shaofeng quickly found his target: a slightly worn Toyota van parked at the end of the alley, covered in dust, clearly having been idle for some time.
He observed for a while, then went around to the back of the car, used the prepared tools to pry open the lock, and connected the wires to start the engine.
The engine started smoothly. Shen Shaofeng checked the fuel level, got out of the car, took out a fake license plate from his backpack, put it on, got back in the car, shifted gears, and drove away.
As a five-star good citizen of Los Santos in my previous life, I did this kind of thing with unparalleled smoothness.
……
It's 11 p.m., in the alley behind the bar.
Robert did indeed appear; the aftereffects of the whiskey kicked in, and his steps were heavier than usual.
The thought of returning to China to enjoy a comfortable life a year from now made him whistle.
Shen Shaofeng had already been lurking in the shadows of the pile of junk.
A black hoodie, black gloves, a black mask, and a black backpack—he blended seamlessly into the darkness.
Robert approached, completely unaware.
Just as he passed a pile of abandoned wooden crates, a figure silently darted out from his side and behind.
A gloved hand covered his mouth and nose tightly from behind, and before he could react, a piercing pain shot through his left side!
The blade avoided his ribs and pierced his heart with perfect accuracy, the tip of the blade slashing horizontally!
Just three seconds later, Robert's pupils lost focus, and his body collapsed like a lump of mud.
Shen Shaofeng gently laid him down on the ground, checked his carotid artery with his finger, and confirmed it was okay.
Those who frequently commit murder know that, compared to throat slitting, which is more entertaining but sprays out a lot of blood and causes the target to struggle violently for at least twenty seconds before dying;
By inserting the needle diagonally upward along the weakest area of the human torso—the left rib—and then slightly lifting it upward or twisting it horizontally, extremely terrifying internal damage can be caused. The intense tearing pain will instantly spread throughout the body, causing the person's brain to short-circuit, their limbs to go limp, and they won't even be able to scream. It is very effective.
Shen Shaofeng checked and found that there was no large amount of blood splattered, but just to be on the safe side, he still took out industrial bleach from his backpack and sprinkled it around.
Then, he took out Robert's cell phone, removed the battery, destroyed the communicator, and then helped Robert leave the alley.
Back in the van, he opened the door, stuffed the body into the back seat, wrapped it in a plastic sheet he had prepared beforehand, and covered it with an old blanket.
The car started and slowly drove away.
……
Late at night, at a secluded cliff in Tai Long Wan, Sai Kung.
This place is rarely visited by people, and the sea below the cliff is deep and turbulent with strong undercurrents.
It took him a lot of effort to carry Robert up, put him into the prepared oil drum, and then pour cement into it.
Seeing that the cement surface was beginning to solidify, Shen Shaofeng sealed the lid of the barrel, rolled the oil barrel to the edge of the cliff, and kicked it down.
"Thump."
The oil drum sank rapidly and disappeared into the dark seawater.
"Goodbye, Mr. Robert, thank you for your contributions to the Hong Kong Island reclamation project."
To Shen Shaofeng's surprise...
[The host's first assassination of a malicious target unlocks the achievement "Dark Knight"]
[Reward: Keen Touch - Expert Level]