The luxurious presidential suite is pulled with curtains.

Lu Ze and Liang Chaolang sat on the sofa, watching the video broadcast by the projector.

There are three people in the picture, one is Liang Chaolang and two Soviets.

These two Soviets, one of whom looked in his forties, was bald.

One looks in his thirties and has a small scar on the corner of his mouth.

"The bald man is called Dmitry Reshenkov, we all call him Lao Lei. Of course, we don't know if this is his real name."

"The other scar-faced man is Gromov, both of them are Soviets and are representatives of the Siberian infantry division's deal with us."

"We want to get the goods, we have to go through them."

"One of them, Lao Lei is the main person in charge. He lives in the Soviet Union all year round and will not come to Hong Kong Island easily."

"Gromov is permanently stationed in Hong Kong Island and will not easily return to the Soviet Union. And on the surface, he is the owner of a bar in Central."

"Of course, this is only on the surface. I have investigated Gromov, and I suspect he is a member of the KGB, not the military."

Liang Chaolang pointed to the two people on the TV and said.

"Why do you say that?"

Lv Ze asked back.

"The private detectives I hired are definitely professional, but they did not find anything useful, and soon after the investigation was over, they died in a car accident."

Liang Chaolang spread his hands and signaled that Lu Ze could imagine it.

"It's a bit like a KGB."

Lv Ze nodded silently.

In the late 1980s, the corruption in the Soviet Union had reached an outrageous level.

The KGB, which has the responsibilities of regulatory officials, is no longer the KGB in the 1940s and 1950s, and the collusion with officials is very serious.

Sihai Group has always been Asia's leading arms smuggling group, and has even been able to provide weapons to the warlords of Sanjinjiao, making a lot of profits.

As a supplier, the Siber Infantry Division can transfer tens of millions of dollars from the Sihai Group every year.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that a major general can't afford so much money.

Behind the Siber Infantry Division, there must be high-level figures involved, including military, government, and even KGB. There are many people who have paid for money in all aspects, which is a complete set of industries.

"Not surprising. As an international metropolis, the KGB must have an operation team stationed in Hong Kong Island. Some domestic bigwigs are greedy for trouble and let them maintain the channels. After all, this is not a small business."

The Soviet Union is very poor now. Not only is the ruble a waste paper, it is actually not much different, and it has no purchasing power on international platforms.

For example, now, the exchange rate released by the Soviet government shows that 4 rubles are exchanged for 3.58 US dollars, and they are still working hard to maintain 1:1.

But on the black market, 12 rubles can be exchanged for 1 US dollar.

If you don’t want to exchange it on the black market, you will go to the bank, and the bank will not exchange it for you at all. The so-called official exchange rate is just for viewing.

Even if you hold a ruble, you can't buy the goods you want on the street. Many stores charge US dollars, pounds, francs, German marks, or even RMB, but they don't charge rubles.

This is now. In another two or three years, on the eve of the collapse of the Soviet Union, the exchange rate on the black market will reach an exaggerated 180:1.

If you have a relationship with the central bank and are not afraid of being liquidated.

You can use 1 USD to exchange 180 rubles on the black market, then fall back and go to the bank to exchange 180 rubles for 150 USD. Soon you will have a net worth of millions or even tens of millions of dollars until the bank is hollowed out.

Or before the disintegration, they would lend money to the Soviet bank and borrow tens of millions of rubles with collateral, and then use it to purchase minerals and make it a one-year return.

A year later, if the Soviet Union collapses, the ruble will be demoted and it will be worthless. A bag of flour can be exchanged for a bag of money.

At this time, you mortgage the minerals to a foreign company and sell them in exchange for depreciated rubles. You can collect tens of millions of rubles in tens of thousands of dollars, and you can quickly make a fortune.

Of course, be careful and low-key.

Otherwise, just like domestic treasury bills, many of them were later liquidated, and none of them had a good ending.

"Thank you for your support, Officer Liang, you have obtained my friendship."

Before leaving, Lu Ze shook hands with Liang Chaolang.

"My arms will be sent to Johnnie's warehouse tomorrow."

"You can prepare it. The arms are mixed with locators. At the latest, I will get the Johnnie Warehouse location and then take action."

After Liang Chaolang finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Ze.

"No problem, I'll wait for your call."

Lu Ze agreed and smiled and said, "Official Liang, you must be very handsome in the Flying Tigers uniform."

"Thanks."

Liang Chaolang left in a complicated mood.

It’s not that he is ungrateful, but that compared to his boss, Superintendent Peng, Lu Ze gave too much.

There were so many that sometimes he didn't know whether he chose to cooperate with Lv Ze to let Uncle Hai go or for himself.

Maybe both.

"Jonnie Wang's warehouse seems to be in some hospital."

Watching Liang Chaolang's back as he walked away, Lu Ze also recalled the plot.

He didn't remember much about the drama "The Detective". He only remembered that it was played by Brother Fa and Liang Wei, and there was also a killer with a strong sense of justice, so he didn't have much impression of the others.

never mind.

Lu Ze quickly stopped thinking about this case. He didn't need to be responsible for it, so he just wanted to eat ready-made ones.

No matter what kind of shitty hospital he is, with Liang Chaolang here, Johnnie Wang is going to be the one who is going to be the one who is going to be.

the next day.

It was 4:30 p.m.

Didi!

Didi!!

Lu Ze was closing his eyes in the office to rest, and the pager on the table rang.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and Lu Ze held the pager in his hand, and saw an address on it: "Mingxin Hospital."

"action!"

With the order of Lu Ze, everyone was ready to go.

Mingxin Hospital is located in Wong Tai Sin. It is not subject to the jurisdiction of the West District or the North District, but is under the jurisdiction of the East Kowloon Police Station.

Fifty minutes later, everyone rushed to the periphery of Mingxin Hospital in plain clothes.

As soon as I got here, I saw more than a dozen police cars parked around the corner across the road. The one led by Superintendent Peng from the North District Crime Team.

"Why are you here?"

Superintendent Peng seemed very surprised when he saw Lu Ze and his men get out of the car.

"I received a report that Mingxin Hospital has a problem and is preparing to bring someone to check it out."

Lv Ze did not betray Liang Chaolang, nor did he even look behind Superintendent Peng.

"There is nothing to check here. You can leave quickly and don't affect our mission."

Although Superintendent Peng didn't know what tips Lu Ze got, he understood that the West District should not interfere in this case, otherwise he would definitely have to share the credit.

"Supervisor Peng, if I remember correctly, this is the jurisdiction of the East District. Why are you, the head of the serious crime team in the North District, here?" Lu Ze pretended to be confused with his understanding and glanced over the police officer behind Superintendent Peng: "Have you brought so many people?"

"Inspector Lu, I don't need to explain my actions to you, right?"

Superintendent Peng was very serious about the word "inspection".

As a capable general of the Li family faction in the North District, Superintendent Peng is not afraid of offending Lü Ze, because both sides are not in the same camp.

"You are right, Superintendent Peng, but as the deputy leader of the West District Crime Team, I don't need to explain my actions to you. This is East Kowloon, not your jurisdiction."

Lv Ze responded to the words of Superintendent Peng.

"you..."

"Supervisor Peng, we have no time."

Before the argument could continue, Liang Chaolang took a step forward and said, "My locator disappeared inside the hospital. I suspect that Johnny's warehouse is here. Considering the area and the hiddenness, I guess the location of the arsenal is on the bottom floor."

Hearing this, Superintendent Peng looked at Lu Ze deeply and ordered: "After taking action, all floors will be blocked immediately. We have colleagues infiltrated. These people are characterized by red ties."

"etc!"

Lu Ze waved his hands: "Mingxin Hospital is mainly orthopedics and gynecology. There are many injured and mothers with limited mobility. Since Johnnie Wang chose this place as a base camp, it means that he must have many of his own people in the hospital. If he acts rashly, I am afraid that many innocent patients will die."

"I know this, too, but what can I do?"

Superintendent Peng disregarded this: "Johnny Wang is not a small character. We hundreds of people can't hide it from him for long. If you act one minute earlier, you can end it one minute earlier, so that you can minimize the losses."

"It's not impossible."
To be continued...