Chapter 165 - Things Never Go As Planned (1/2)

Over near the wharf, Sean stopped his car and watched as Alexander stepped out. He was posing as Alexander's driver today, but they were actually working together for the first time. How was this combined effort between Interpol and SPU going to work out?

Without looking back, Alexander headed towards the end of a pier. Waiting at the end of the pier was a tall, skinny, dark shadow. A few street lamps lined the pier to prevent anyone from falling off at night, but the light at the very end had stopped working and the man was only lit by the dim moonlight. Sean squinted his eyes from the car, but there was no way he could see who the man was.

With a sigh, he took a quick glance at the hill nearby. Perched on top of the hill was a temple, and from where he was parked, Sean could see some smoke billowing out from the top. It seemed, Jackson and Halia's 'ghost wedding' was going underway. He smiled to himself and watched as Alexander continued down the pier. How he wished he could join in the fun at the temple instead.

Not too far away, he saw a couple of inconspicuously parked cars. Jackson had already arranged for a small team to assist Sean and Alexander and some of the men were hiding in these cars.

If everything went as planned, they would be able to arrest Trojan and interrogate him about the other corrupt police officers. The dream would be to take down their entire organization!

Alexander reached Trojan's side and stuck out his hand. ”We finally meet,” he said with a smirk.

Trojan looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed Frenchman. ”Yes, I heard you wanted to do business with me. What kind of business were you referring to,” the man asked.

Trojan was built and intimidating, like an army general. The creases on his forehead were proof of his age and the scars on his arms were proof of his experience. This man definitely held an important position in the police, but who exactly was he?

Alexander adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. Attached to his tie was a bug that would be recording their conversation, so he was a little nervous. However, he knew he was supposed to be a ruthless drug trafficker. So, he held back his nervousness and said, ”I was thinking of shipping some treats over to Macau via your ports, but to do that, I need to 'get rid' of my competition. I was wondering if you could help me with that.”

Trojan looked at the man with suspicion, ”How did you hear about me and how much have you heard?”

”I heard about you from Gogh. As I'm aware, you hired him to 'get rid' of someone in France. I know it was not your fault that he died. After all, he was all the way in France and you couldn't really help him. But, Macau and Hong Kong are different; this is your territory. I've heard that you are the person to talk to here,” Alexander replied.

”Was Gogh the only person you spoke to about me?” Trojan asked.

Alexander looked at the man uncomfortably. Why was he asking this?

”Of course, your identity is a huge secret,” he replied.

Trojan furrowed his brows, he did not believe this man.

”I don't know a person named Gogh and I don't know what you mean by 'get rid' of someone. I think you might have the wrong person,” Trojan said as he began to walk away.

Alexander panicked. Why was this man suddenly walking away? He needed a confession from the man, something that could be used as evidence to arrest him, but the man hadn't revealed a thing.

At that moment, he remembered Mother Wu had worked with him. ”What about Emma Wu? I know you worked with her too. You successfully 'got rid' of someone for her recently!”