"Director Song, this is the file. Please take a look!"
Returning to the reception area with the thick document envelope, Zhou Quan handed it to Song An.
"I've already placed the original materials in the National Security Department's S-class top-secret archive."
At the same time, a hint of apology appeared on Zhou Quan's lips, though his tone remained solemn and serious.
"As you know, the Police Force is, after all, Hong Kong Island's Police Force. We have our own procedures."
"So I can seal these records, but I certainly can't destroy them without authorization."
There was no question of where Zhou Quan stood, but he was, after all, a Hong Kong Islander now.
The nation's interests came above all else, but he also had to keep Hong Kong Island's interests at heart.
After all, Hong Kong Island was part of the nation too, and the Mainland's policing system was even less able to represent the entire country.
As the saying went, you cut the wood of the mountain you climbed and recited the scriptures of the temple you entered.
He was the Hong Kong Island Police Force's second-in-command, and the Hong Kong Government was his actual direct governing authority.
Unless those bigwigs back home who bore the national flag on their shoulders could secure an official document from the highest leadership back home.
Or those bigwigs could contact the Hong Kong Government's top official directly to issue an executive order.
Otherwise, Zhou Quan could support his counterparts back home in their work, but he could not completely disregard the Police Force and the National Security Department.
"Of course! I understand!"
Song An nodded solemnly before examining the materials inside the envelope.
As the head of the National Security Second Bureau, Song An would now take charge of handling these agent