NOVPUBThere is a breaking point in every person’s psyche, and once someone crosses that threshold, they can become unrecognizable. Some tough guys can withstand the most severe tortures—water laced with chili, tiger bench for three days and nights without faltering, but then, a seemingly genteel yet psychopathic doctor appears with a razor-sharp scalpel and threatens to cut off their "little brother" if they don’t talk. In an instant, that tough guy might just crumble into a coward... Even Party members have their limits...
The interrogation that followed went quite smoothly. Due to time constraints, there was no time to take the suspect back to the station, so they conducted the questioning right in the Panda Garden. The police completely sealed off the entrance to the scene. He Baowen personally conducted the interrogation while Suming, having nothing to do, sat with the two pandas at the side and listened in.
After causing a ruckus for half the day, the pandas were getting hungry. They wiggled their butts, found a bamboo stick to embrace, and started gnawing on it vigorously. Suming maliciously made the two creatures sit right beside You and chew.
You’s eyelids were twitching as he watched the pandas obliterate the bamboo, as thick as a child’s arm, as if it were sugarcane... No, at least with sugarcane you spit out the chewed-up residue, but these two beasts ate bamboo without even spitting out the bits. In no time, half a stick had vanished into thin air.
Every time You spoke too slowly or showed any sign of hesitation, the pandas would threaten him as if to intimidate him by viciously biting a piece of bamboo and then raising their heads to stare at him with their bright, round eyes, silently.
Very soon, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, You confessed everything. With a mournful expression, he pleaded with Suming, "Big brother, I’ve told you everything I know, can you get them to move away from me? Or Madam, just lock me up instead..."
"Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to spend in Stanley Prison from now on!" He Baowen said with a cold laugh.
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The Xiangjiang Police Force’s efficiency was indeed high. When Suming followed He Baowen to the foot of Flying Goose Mountain, two fully armed and masked teams of the Flying Tigers were already in a serious huddle, squatting on the ground and discussing the upcoming rescue operation around a map.
Flying Goose Mountain, also known as Kowloon Peak, is located at the intersection of Wong Tai Sin District, Kwun Tong District, and Sai Kung District. Despite the highest peak being just over 600 meters, it provides a commanding view of the entire Kowloon Peninsula and the seascape of the North Shore of Hong Kong Island.
Years ago, this was an unnamed wasteland, where a kind community of fishermen lived at its base. One day, a band of pirates came to plunder and ravage, and a white swan descended from the skies, punishing the pirates with an odd array of methods. In memory of the swan, the mountain was named Flying Goose Mountain. Discover hidden content at freewebnovel
Thus, along the way, many stalls selling roast goose could be seen. The roasted goose legs from Flying Goose Mountain truly had a unique flavor, and Suming even had the driver stop midway to buy a large bag, treating everyone in the car to the delicacy.
"Suming is really nice," said the young female officer Abby, her mouth greasy from the food as she chuckled.
He Baowen was also at her wit’s end with Suming, thinking he had discovered something important when he had the car stop, only to find that Suming had hopped out to buy a large bag of roasted goose legs. It dawned on her that after a busy morning, she was indeed a bit hungry.
"Can’t you take things more seriously? We’re here to save lives, not to go on a picnic! Don’t you have any humanity!" He Baowen said in exasperation.
Some police officers, who were heartily eating the meat, felt a bit awkward when He Baowen made that comment. With hostages in a dire situation and their families in great distress, here they were, feasting on roast goose in the car. Thinking about it, it did seem a bit...
"Well then, Madam, what do you suggest we do?"
Suming, however, defended himself boldly, retorting, "What comes next, don’t we all know? We have to comb the mountain, perhaps even fight a firefight with the kidnappers. We’ve been busy all morning, our stomachs are growling with hunger. Are you planning to send your men into battle with the kidnappers on an empty stomach? Would that be humane? Eating well and drinking our fill—that’s how we gather strength to fight the kidnappers, and that’s how we truly take responsibility for the victims’ families! Does breaking down in tears and showing sympathy to the families actually solve the problem?"
After his speech, Suming waved his hand at the officers, "Eat up quickly, we have work to do afterward."
The officers looked at He Baowen with questioning eyes, and she, still stunned by Suming’s words, rubbed her temples vigorously and finally said with a wry smile, "It’s as if you’re saying I’m an incompetent police officer. Fine, everyone eat. I guess I was too uptight."
Instantly, the police car was filled with the sounds of enthusiastic devouring. Suming passed over a roasted goose leg with a grin, "Here, Madam, I know you have a hearty appetite, so I saved you the biggest one."
He Baowen: "..."
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Beyond the roast goose legs, there are two other famous aspects to Flying Goose Mountain. It is the burial site of Dr. Sun Yat-sen’s mother, and is also a training base for the Xiangjiang Scout Troop.
There’s another well-known story about Flying Goose Mountain familiar to mainlanders born in the ’80s: the first time Little Stutter met Chan Ho Nam, he stammered a threat, saying "I, I, I’ve got over eight, eight thousand brothers on Flying, Flying Goose Mountain, can slash you to death in minutes..."
Though exaggerated, this story indirectly indicates the vast expanse of Flying Goose Mountain, where hiding a person in the wilds is akin to finding a needle in a haystack if it weren’t for You’s precise directions.
