It is the most crowded area in Hong Kong and a popular shopping place for locals and foreign tourists.
Many shops and restaurants here are open all night. The whole area is bustling and crowded, with many banks and commercial buildings, and the shops are small and exquisite.
But no matter how lively it is, it is just an area composed of several small streets, and it falls under the jurisdiction of Kowloon.
So although there is a police station in Mong Kok, it is very small and incomplete.
It is a police station rather than a transit station, where many patrolling police rest.
Before this day, there were only four permanent police officers. They had been here for five years, working two shifts, and they were civilians. They only accepted reports from the public and did not dispatch police.
When something happens, they will notify the Kowloon Police Station and ask them to send people to deal with it. But not long ago, four police officers from the Mong Kok Police Station received news that an anti-gang department has been set up here, and police officers will be stationed there for a long time.
, and the boss is said to be a senior inspector.
To be honest, they didn't believe the news at first.
After all, this kind of news is simply too weird, and it doesn’t sound like real news no matter how you listen to it.
It happened that just two days ago, the logistics department sent personnel to tidy up the police station. They even installed several landline phones and arranged several brand-new desks.
This gave the four police officers some confidence that the news might not necessarily be false.
You must know that apart from sitting at the front desk every day, they, the civilian police officers who receive reports, are not qualified to rest in the back.
Not to mention what desk to use!
Moreover, just a few of them were able to ask the police station's logistics department to send people over to replace office supplies for them.
Even if they go to the logistics department to pick it up themselves, the logistics department may not take care of them.
At seven o'clock this morning, as usual, four police officers in Mong Kok were changing their shifts.
The two police officers stayed up all night, yawning non-stop and preparing to go home and sleep.
The other two police officers didn't look too good either. One of them had a takeaway in his hand and placed it on the table used for reporting the crime without any scruples. It seemed that they were about to start eating after the shift ended.
At this moment, a short-haired man with a resolute face, casual clothes, and tall bulges all over his body. He looked very strong at first glance, and he looked like he was in his twenties or thirties. He strode into the Mong Kok Police Station.
"Report the crime, right? This way!"
"What's going on? Are you being beaten or are you being collected for debt? Just wait and get a cup to pour some water yourself. Sir, you'll be fine soon."
The four men in military uniforms looked at the man with a nonchalant expression, just like greeting guests in a hotel, very free and easy.
"How to get to the anti-gang group?"
The man had an indifferent look on his face and didn't seem to mind the four people's attitudes. He looked at the environment inside the police station and asked.
"Anti-triad group? When did we have an anti-triad group in Mong Kok? If you want to find an anti-triad group, go to Kowloon! Turn left when you go out, go to the corner, and you'll be there soon by bus."
One of them, about forty years old in military uniform, responded smoothly without raising his head.
"No?"
The man frowned and planned to say something.
But before he could say anything, two more people came in from the door. One was fat and the other was thin. The fat one was in his thirties or forties, with slightly bald hair. He was about 1.72 meters tall, but as round as a ball.
, he weighed at least 300 pounds by visual inspection, and he looked kind-hearted.
The thinner one is younger than normal, in his twenties, with side-parted bangs hairstyle that was popular in the 1980s, and a cowboy outfit. He has a villainous and cunning demeanor, and he looks like a young and Dangerous boy.
Speaking of which, he was not thin, he just came in with the fat man and looked extremely thin.
"Hey, senior brother, where's the anti-gang group? We're here to report. Is the sir here?"
The fat man had a smile on his face, his fat face was squeezed into a ball, and his eyes were almost slitted. When he walked to the reporting desk, he patted one of the soldiers in uniform on the shoulder.
"Who are you? A prisoner, right? Follow Sir and come here to take a statement!"
The thin man was even more excited about coke. He directly focused on the man who was the first to enter the police station and walked up to him with a look of relief on his face.
That posture was completely unlike the Sir he claimed to be, but rather like a clown performing a monkey trick in front of a lion.
Well……
The four uniformed police officers were a little confused by these three "uninvited guests", especially the fat and thin people who came to know each other, and they were really speechless.
"Senior brother, who are you?"
A uniformed police officer couldn't help but ask a question cautiously.
"Don't be so polite!"
When the fat man saw someone asking him a question, he smiled. He immediately patted the questioner's shoulder with his fat hand, opened his clothes and revealed the ID inside, saying:
"As you can see, I am the Royal Policeman, Sha Zhanliang Jianbo. From today on, we are just hanging out in the same place. How do you call me brothers? By the way, do you like to buy horses? I am someone else.
I don’t have the ability, but when it comes to research on horse racing, the Witness Protection Team in Xiangjiang is famous for its ability. If you are also interested in this, we can study together in the future!"
Shazhan is also called Sanchai (because the armband has three rooms).
Seriously speaking, he is a senior police officer, but his status is above ordinary police officers and senior police officers. If he goes up one level, he is a sergeant.
Seeing that the fat man was actually an officer, the four uniformed police officers stood up straight, cheered up, and said, "Sir!"
"Don't call me that. It's too intrusive. Just call me Fat Brother."
Liang Jianbo seemed to be very friendly and didn't care about his identity at all. As he spoke, his eyes directly saw the takeaways placed on the table:
"Hey, it's Xing Kee's pineapple buns. I know how to eat them! Xing Kee pineapple buns are the most delicious in Mong Kok."
"Ah? Sir, we are not eating during work, it's just..." A police officer was startled. It was he who put the takeaway on the report table. He usually didn't mind if there were no outsiders. Now when he saw Liang Jianbo for the first time, he hurriedly
Explain it.
"No need to say it, I understand!"
Liang Jianbo's smile remained unchanged, he reached out and picked up the pineapple bun on the table, and put it into his mouth under the surprised eyes of the four uniformed police officers.
"Gaba, Gaba... People are iron, and rice is steel. How can I work with peace of mind and better serve the citizens if I haven't eaten a good breakfast? In fact, I didn't eat breakfast this morning because I was rushing to work. Isn't this right?
It’s just right, let’s get together...!"
As he said this, Liang Jianbo handed out the pineapple buns with almost every chip in them and said hello:
"Come on, eat them all, you're welcome!"
"Damn, this sir loves to take advantage!"
The four uniformed police officers’ eyes were straightened, and they were cursing in their hearts:
"You've already bitten all of them, and why are you waiting for others to eat them?"
On the surface, they waved their hands repeatedly and said with a forced smile: "Sir, you can eat it, no need to be so polite. We can just go out to buy it later."
"Okay, you're so proud!"
Liang Jianbo praised it, continued to bite the pineapple bun in his hand, and said:
"By the way, when you go out to buy something later, remember to bring me a cup of milk tea. It's a bit weird to eat it dry like this!"
