"ᐁMadelin, the people in your Security Bureau should be staying on their toes in Hong Kong Island."
The white gentleman standing by the lounge window slowly turned around. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of reproach in his voice.
"Harry, the Soviet Union has already collapsed. What kind of trouble can those people still cause? Besides, in a few years, we won't be the ones calling the shots here."
Madelin sounded rather unconvinced by the white gentleman's words.
"Those people are stray dogs with no home. They're capable of anything, and they're more dangerous than you think."
The gentlemanly white man shook his head. "Besides, after the Soviet Union collapsed, they—former experimental troops—held a lot of advanced technology that we need. If we don't get our hands on it, it'll become a threat."
"Do you have any leads yet?"
Madelin's expression turned serious. This was no longer just a matter of Hong Kong Island's security; it concerned the Empire's development.
"They're taking over the underground drug market on Hong Kong Island." The gentlemanly white man's expression was grave. He clearly had a number of answers already, but after speaking, he shook his head slightly. "But that can't be their only goal. A terrorist military organization has no place to survive on Hong Kong Island."
Madelin nodded slightly, then continued, "So what do you want me to do?"
"This is your Security Bureau's territory. Have your people keep an eye on the American Consulate General in Hong Kong and watch how they respond."
The gentlemanly white man passed Madelin and left the lounge. Suddenly, he stopped, as if he'd remembered something. "There's also someone named Li Hong. I want to know everything he does."
"Li Hong? Who's that?"
Madelin wasn't at all surprised that his old friend and