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Chapter 54
chapter 0044 part 1
# Chapter 44: Robbing the Police Station
Cleaners, Smuggling, Bars, Protection Money, and even Monster Hunters/Demon Hunters.
No, none of those! Tang Song's real first pot of gold was US Dollars, Super US Dollars.
Hong Kong Island, West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit.
At two in the morning, many rooms in the Police Station Office Building were still lit.
Many Police Officers were busy working overtime. This time, the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit had truly lost face within the entire Police System.
They had clearly caught The Painter, but right under their noses, he had somehow escaped.
Gwai Lo 'Number One Brother' called late into the night and severely reprimanded the Station Chief of the West Kowloon Police Station.
Ah Tau of the Major Crimes Unit even led everyone in working overtime through the night, cooperating with the Marine Police to search for The Painter's whereabouts at sea.
Those who stayed at the Police Station working overtime were some Clerical Staff, organizing the Painter Group's information.
At the Police Booth at the Police Station Entrance, two on-duty Military Police were chatting about gossip within the Police Station.
A large box truck suddenly turned in from the side of the road. This box truck didn't have its headlights on and stopped directly at the Police Station Entrance.
"Go out and see!"
"Hey, who's there! No parking here!"
A Uniformed Police Officer walked to the driver's cabin, peering through the glass inside, but it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Just as he reached for the flashlight clipped to his belt, the car door was suddenly pushed open from inside, and the door slammed hard into the Uniformed Police Officer's head.
This unlucky Uniformed Police Officer immediately fainted, falling to the ground with a thud.
"Hey, you guys!"
Another Uniformed Police Officer had just come out of the Police Booth. Seeing his fallen comrade, he instinctively reached for the Handgun on his waist.
Behind him, a burly figure quietly appeared, and a Hand Chop slammed hard onto the back of his neck.
"Fifteen minutes, enter the Exhibit Room, find the Intaglio Printing Press, and withdraw!"
Two agile special forces soldiers jumped out from the back of the truck, quickly dragged the two Military Police aside, and opened the Police Station gate.
Kane pulled open the passenger door and got in.
The bald black man in the driver's seat stepped on the gas, and the box truck drove directly into the Police Station gate.
West Kowloon Police Station, Exhibit Room.
The Exhibit Room is in the southeast corner of the Police Station. It stores a large amount of Case Exhibits from criminal cases, including many valuable items. Due to its importance, the walls of the Exhibit Room are built with three layers of three-centimeter thick concrete walls.
It is said there are also steel plates layered inside, and it has always been jokingly called the safest place in the entire Police Station by the people of West Kowloon Police Station.
At two o'clock in the morning, the Exhibit Room door was locked tight. One layer of iron bars, one layer of security door. Both doors were locked for the night and could only be opened from the inside.
Through the light from the Bulletproof Glass, one could see two Plainclothes Officers on duty inside the Exhibit Room.
The TV in the Exhibit Room was showing replays of the daytime Horse Racing, and the two on-duty Police Officers were heatedly discussing their favorite racehorses.
"If you ask me, it's definitely Queen's Number, absolutely a favorite. The Black Pearl you bet on won't do."
"Black Pearl was second in the last Horse Racing. If it wasn't for that Bastard jockey having a stomach ache, how could it have lost? Trust me, bet on Black Pearl tomorrow, it's definitely a sure win."
"Bastard, give it a rest. Believe you? I'd rather believe Fat Dog."
"Ring, ring!" The Doorbell sound interrupted their argument. A Police Officer picked up the remote and opened the CCTV.
"Nobody, strange!"
Looking at the CCTV showing no one at the door, he casually threw the remote aside.
"Ring, ring!"
Just as the on-duty Police Officer sat down, the Doorbell rang again.
"Nobody, what the hell is going on? This is weird! Could the wiring be broken? I'll go out and see!"
The other on-duty Police Officer who was watching the horse race turned back and joked, "How troublesome to open two doors. You might as well call a mate from the office to check for us."
"I'll do it myself. You saw the situation during the day today, didn't you? I don't want to court Bad Luck!"
The Police Officer who spoke picked up a bunch of Keys from the table in front of him, walked to the door, and opened the door.
Pulling open the outer iron bars, the on-duty Police Officer walked out of the Exhibit Room door, looked left and right, saw no one, turned back, holding a Flashlight, about to check the Doorbell.
He suddenly felt a tightening behind him. A hard, cylindrical object was pressed against his waist.
"Don't move!"
The on-duty Police Officer nervously swallowed. His Survival Instinct immediately took over.
"Don't shoot..."
The on-duty Police Officer obediently raised his hands and was pushed into the Exhibit Room with something pressed against his back.
"Dan Tat, that was fast, finished checking so quickly..."
The on-duty Police Officer watching the horse racing video heard the commotion, raised his head, and saw his colleague with his hands raised and two fully armed Mercenaries behind him.
His first reaction was to reach for the Handgun on the table.
"Pfft!"
A Silenced Pistol shot rang out, and a Hole appeared on the on-duty Police Officer's head.
"Ah Wai!" Seeing his comrade killed, the controlled on-duty Police Officer trembled all over and cried out in pain.
"Where is the Intaglio Printing Press?"
A cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head. A similarly cold voice immediately brought him back to reality.
"In, in the Basement, Storage Room number two. Don't, don't kill me!"
"Keys!"
The on-duty Police Officer tremblingly picked up a bunch of Storage Room Keys from the table.
He jingled through the large bunch of Keys and found one, closed his eyes, and extended his hand.
Bang, a muffled sound. The Mercenary backhanded the on-duty Police Officer hard on the back of the head with the Knife Hilt, knocking him to the ground.
# Chapter 44: Robbing the Police Station
Cleaners, Smuggling, Bars, Protection Money, and even Monster Hunters/Demon Hunters.
No, none of those! Tang Song's real first pot of gold was US Dollars, Super US Dollars.
Hong Kong Island, West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit.
At two in the morning, many rooms in the Police Station Office Building were still lit.
Many Police Officers were busy working overtime. This time, the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit had truly lost face within the entire Police System.
They had clearly caught The Painter, but right under their noses, he had somehow escaped.
Gwai Lo 'Number One Brother' called late into the night and severely reprimanded the Station Chief of the West Kowloon Police Station.
Ah Tau of the Major Crimes Unit even led everyone in working overtime through the night, cooperating with the Marine Police to search for The Painter's whereabouts at sea.
Those who stayed at the Police Station working overtime were some Clerical Staff, organizing the Painter Group's information.
At the Police Booth at the Police Station Entrance, two on-duty Military Police were chatting about gossip within the Police Station.
A large box truck suddenly turned in from the side of the road. This box truck didn't have its headlights on and stopped directly at the Police Station Entrance.
"Go out and see!"
"Hey, who's there! No parking here!"
A Uniformed Police Officer walked to the driver's cabin, peering through the glass inside, but it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Just as he reached for the flashlight clipped to his belt, the car door was suddenly pushed open from inside, and the door slammed hard into the Uniformed Police Officer's head.
This unlucky Uniformed Police Officer immediately fainted, falling to the ground with a thud.
"Hey, you guys!"
Another Uniformed Police Officer had just come out of the Police Booth. Seeing his fallen comrade, he instinctively reached for the Handgun on his waist.
Behind him, a burly figure quietly appeared, and a Hand Chop slammed hard onto the back of his neck.
"Fifteen minutes, enter the Exhibit Room, find the Intaglio Printing Press, and withdraw!"
Two agile special forces soldiers jumped out from the back of the truck, quickly dragged the two Military Police aside, and opened the Police Station gate.
Kane pulled open the passenger door and got in.
The bald black man in the driver's seat stepped on the gas, and the box truck drove directly into the Police Station gate.
West Kowloon Police Station, Exhibit Room.
The Exhibit Room is in the southeast corner of the Police Station. It stores a large amount of Case Exhibits from criminal cases, including many valuable items. Due to its importance, the walls of the Exhibit Room are built with three layers of three-centimeter thick concrete walls.
It is said there are also steel plates layered inside, and it has always been jokingly called the safest place in the entire Police Station by the people of West Kowloon Police Station.
At two o'clock in the morning, the Exhibit Room door was locked tight. One layer of iron bars, one layer of security door. Both doors were locked for the night and could only be opened from the inside.
Through the light from the Bulletproof Glass, one could see two Plainclothes Officers on duty inside the Exhibit Room.
The TV in the Exhibit Room was showing replays of the daytime Horse Racing, and the two on-duty Police Officers were heatedly discussing their favorite racehorses.
"If you ask me, it's definitely Queen's Number, absolutely a favorite. The Black Pearl you bet on won't do."
"Black Pearl was second in the last Horse Racing. If it wasn't for that Bastard jockey having a stomach ache, how could it have lost? Trust me, bet on Black Pearl tomorrow, it's definitely a sure win."
"Bastard, give it a rest. Believe you? I'd rather believe Fat Dog."
"Ring, ring!" The Doorbell sound interrupted their argument. A Police Officer picked up the remote and opened the CCTV.
"Nobody, strange!"
Looking at the CCTV showing no one at the door, he casually threw the remote aside.
"Ring, ring!"
Just as the on-duty Police Officer sat down, the Doorbell rang again.
"Nobody, what the hell is going on? This is weird! Could the wiring be broken? I'll go out and see!"
The other on-duty Police Officer who was watching the horse race turned back and joked, "How troublesome to open two doors. You might as well call a mate from the office to check for us."
"I'll do it myself. You saw the situation during the day today, didn't you? I don't want to court Bad Luck!"
The Police Officer who spoke picked up a bunch of Keys from the table in front of him, walked to the door, and opened the door.
Pulling open the outer iron bars, the on-duty Police Officer walked out of the Exhibit Room door, looked left and right, saw no one, turned back, holding a Flashlight, about to check the Doorbell.
He suddenly felt a tightening behind him. A hard, cylindrical object was pressed against his waist.
"Don't move!"
The on-duty Police Officer nervously swallowed. His Survival Instinct immediately took over.
"Don't shoot..."
The on-duty Police Officer obediently raised his hands and was pushed into the Exhibit Room with something pressed against his back.
"Dan Tat, that was fast, finished checking so quickly..."
The on-duty Police Officer watching the horse racing video heard the commotion, raised his head, and saw his colleague with his hands raised and two fully armed Mercenaries behind him.
His first reaction was to reach for the Handgun on the table.
"Pfft!"
A Silenced Pistol shot rang out, and a Hole appeared on the on-duty Police Officer's head.
"Ah Wai!" Seeing his comrade killed, the controlled on-duty Police Officer trembled all over and cried out in pain.
"Where is the Intaglio Printing Press?"
A cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head. A similarly cold voice immediately brought him back to reality.
"In, in the Basement, Storage Room number two. Don't, don't kill me!"
"Keys!"
The on-duty Police Officer tremblingly picked up a bunch of Storage Room Keys from the table.
He jingled through the large bunch of Keys and found one, closed his eyes, and extended his hand.
Bang, a muffled sound. The Mercenary backhanded the on-duty Police Officer hard on the back of the head with the Knife Hilt, knocking him to the ground.
