The bombing death of Jardine Matheson's chairman sent the entire Police Force into an uproar. The impact was simply too great, too appalling.
Yet Jardine Matheson's parking lot did not even have surveillance cameras.
In fact, surveillance cameras were extremely rare at the time, found almost exclusively in sensitive government departments. Even hospitals had none.
That made solving the case even harder.
After an afternoon of questioning, the police finally identified two suspects, both young men in their early twenties, and produced sketches.
The police immediately sealed off the airport and docks.
Then the Police stations distributed the sketches.
"We must find these two. We cannot let them escape!"
"Did Jardine Matheson have any conflict with Gu Sheng?" In Aberdeen, Yiu Yeuk-sing suddenly asked his superior.
This method felt familiar.
Although there were plenty of cases like this, there had been no warning before Gucci's death, not even a threatening letter.
That meant it was most likely a revenge killing.
And the people who could have a feud with Jardine Matheson's chairman could be counted on one hand.
"There's no evidence of any conflict between them. They'd never even met before. We can only find out who's behind this by catching these two killers first!" Aberdeen's station commander said.
"Cast a net over all of Hong Kong Island. We must catch them!"
Yiu Yeuk-sing nodded, though he also knew their chances of catching them were slim to none.
Hong Kong Island had tens of thousands of police officers, including civilian staff.
Hongxing had more people than the police. How were they supposed to catch them?
"Brother Sheng, things are going so well for you now. Why do you look unhappy?"
Gu Sheng was having morning tea with Siu-tong, Ah Tung, Ah Ye, and the others.
"You have no idea.