Right now, Chan Fong and Interpol needed help from Zhou Quan and the Hong Kong Island Police Force, so he had naturally done his homework in advance.
"Sir Kwan, this folder contains the detailed intelligence we at Interpol have gathered. Please take a look."
Pushing the folder he had brought across to Zhou Quan, Chan Fong said with apparent courtesy, "Operation Vulture. That is the operation codename we at Interpol devised specifically for this campaign against the Gulf Gang's drug trafficking."
Zhou Quan inwardly scoffed at what Chan Fong called detailed intelligence.
The performance of Interpol's Asia-Pacific headquarters had always left something to be desired.
They had claimed on many occasions to possess extremely detailed intelligence, yet unforeseen problems had arisen on no small number of those occasions.
Even Interpol headquarters could not be trusted completely.
After all, Interpol's reach was far too broad, and its ranks contained all sorts.
Although its internal management could hardly be called lax, it had never lacked people with ulterior motives.
Sometimes, Interpol had so many internal vulnerabilities that it was practically a sieve.
Besides, Interpol were not their own brothers in arms, after all.
As such, the intelligence Interpol provided could, in most cases, serve only as reference material.
It could not be dismissed, but neither could it be trusted completely.
"Please give me a moment, Mr. Chan. I'll look through these documents first."
With a perfunctory smile, Zhou Quan looked at Chan Fong and nodded slightly.
Then he paid Chan Fong no further attention, instead concentrating on carefully reading through the documents he had brought.
The contents were not complicated. They merely specified that this operation was intended to target a drug trafficking syndicate in Colombia, in the Silver Triangle.
Beyond that were the arrangements for the operation.
These included precisely which