"Group A is leaving! Group B is leaving!"
"Copy that, the action begins!"
At eight o'clock in the evening, the two groups of people slowly drove out of the basement of the crisis center at the expected time and according to the expected route.
Group A was led by Li Yanming with two armed vehicles, six cars, and more than 30 special service members. There were mounted policemen clearing the way, and traffic policemen were stationed at intersections, setting up high-level arrangements.
Citizens stood on the roadside and looked around frequently, thinking that something big had happened on a certain street in Hong Kong Island.
Group B was led by Cui Minhao, who drove a commercial vehicle and three cars, followed the traffic lights in a low-key and calm manner, and set off for Wan Chai Pier.
Not only are they inconspicuous when gathered in traffic, but they are also easily dispersed in urban areas.
Fortunately, there were not many heavy traffic sections on Group B's way to the dock, and they could basically maintain a formation of one car at the head and two cars behind, protecting the commercial vehicles in the middle.
If you want to go to the real equator, you won't be able to choose a road with heavy traffic.
The reason is very simple... there's a traffic jam, brother!
Li wén b, the Korean consul, and a chief inspector of the traffic police stood in front of the big screen in the crisis center, observing the situation of the two groups of vehicles and taking overall control of the situation.
If an emergency occurs, they can immediately mobilize helicopters and call the police in the nearest jurisdiction for rapid support.
In the night.
Group A drove on the Airport Expressway, approaching the Hong Kong Island Airport step by step safely. Group B begins to enter the Wan Chai section with less traffic, and will soon enter the pier area.
The surveillance images of the crisis center are all transmitted from the vehicle-mounted images. The light all the way in Group A is clear, and the probe angles of several vehicles are large, so they can clearly take pictures of each other's conditions.
On the other side of Group B, the road began to enter a dark section, and only about ten meters in front of the car could be seen clearly. Moreover, the shadows are very heavy and the lens is a little shaken.
Soon, Group A entered the airport and parked on the internal parking lot. Group B entered the pier and drove slowly to the berthing area, preparing to find the designated cruise ship and cross the sea to Macau.
Now that the mission of Group A has ended, everyone is focusing on the picture of Group B. The convoy of Group B began to park, and a cruise ship named Hanjiang International appeared on the screen in front of the car.
"Okay, that's it." The Korean consul nodded, and the police officers in the control room had relaxed expressions.
Little did they know that the Korean personnel in Hanjiang International had been massacred by Middle Eastern gunmen.
Zhao Zhiren was sitting on the sofa in the cabin, swaying a glass of red wine, quietly waiting for the show to begin.
"Bah bang bang." Two Korean military attaches and ten Korean policemen pushed open the door and rushed to the commercial vehicle cautiously. He pulled out his gun, put on his headset, and scanned the surroundings with vigilance.
Regardless of whether there is any problem, everyone knows the importance of the entire escort process, and no one dares to slack off in the slightest.
This is an important weapon of the country!
He is a Korean and will die serving his motherland!
"Report to the director, it's safe for now."
A military attache issued a report.
After Cui Minho received the message, he picked up the safety box and was about to get out of the car, but Park Woo-cheol reached out to stop him, "I'm going to join the boat, Mi-kyung, don't turn off the car."
"Copy that." Shen Meijing changed from her pure and energetic outfit. She also wore a leather jacket today and her attitude was very solemn.
"Okay." Park Yuzhe held a flashlight, pushed open the back seat and got out of the car, and walked step by step to the edge of the pier. Rumble, bursts of waves crashed on the stone slabs of the pier.
The flashlight produced a set of three short and one long signals, an old-fashioned signal.
Zhao Zhiren, who was sitting on the boat, gently swiped his palm, and a gunman with a dirty face walked to the deck and pointed the muzzle of the gun forward.
"Da da da!"
While he was firing the gun, a dozen gunmen lurking in the cargo box held the gun with both hands, pulled the trigger, and pointed the gun at the Korean personnel on the ground.
"Da da da."
There was a gunshot on the pier, and the bullets instantly swept through the ten unsuspecting Korean policemen. The sound of bullets piercing flesh echoed in my ears, and in an instant, seven or eight Korean policemen fell to the ground.
The remaining few Korean police officers, two Korean military attachés, Park Woo-cheol and others fled in all directions.
"Under attack!"
"We are under attack!"
"Report Crisis Center, we are under attack!"
Various roars echoed in Group B's headphones, and Li Wen B and others in the crisis center were caught off guard and froze in place.
At the same time, more gunmen appeared on the cruise ship deck, click, click, click, and together with the gunmen on the cargo boxes, they mopped up the Korean personnel on the ground.
Choi Minho, who had been waiting in the business car, realized something was wrong. He hugged the safety box, lay down on the seat, and loudly asked Shin Mikyung to drive.
But before he could finish his words, a string of cold bullets shot through the cab from above, making a hole in the roof of the car and instantly killing Shen Meijing in the driver's seat.
The gangsters' ferocious firepower didn't even give her a chance to react, let alone drive or resist.
"Hoo ho ho."
Cui Minhao held the safety box, panting heavily, and tried to rush out of the commercial vehicle.
"Director, don't come out!"
"They know you have weapons in your hands. Don't let them determine your location, so they won't dare to shoot you!" Park Yuzhe leaned on the corner of a container, raised his two guns, and killed the two gunmen above him. At the same time, he told Cui Minhao a rational conclusion in the earphones.
After hearing this, Cui Minho reacted instantly, hugged the safety box tightly and said, "Call for support, call for support."
"Team B requests support from the crisis center!"
The brief firefight ended, and the entire Group B, except for Cui Minho and Park Woo-cheol, had been wiped out. The number of robbers who suddenly appeared was large, and without volunteers from the crisis center, the two of them had no choice but to die.
Fortunately, the crisis center has already taken action. li wén b Facing Group B's call for help, he turned to the microphone in front and said, "Roger, got it."
"Two helicopters from the Flying Tigers are heading to the scene, and the nearby Wan Chai Police Station has dispatched all police support!"
"Director Cui, you have to hold on for me!"
If the DC8 weapons were hijacked during transportation out of the country, the entire operation would completely fail.
When the time comes, there will be no need to explain the consequences of weapons being used within the country. Even if it is used overseas, it will lose the face of the entire Hong Kong Island Police Force.
That's not a problem that can be solved by taking the blame once. All li wen b's future will be in flames. Sir Zeng can't help him even if he wants to.
Li Wen b's current mood is actually no lighter than Choi Minho's.
Not to mention the Korean consul next to him, who had already taken off his translation headphones and yelled "Xiba!" at the big screen!
"Whose bad idea! The action plan will be leaked!"
"If you have the guts, show up now if you have the guts!"
Everyone understands that distant water cannot quench near thirst. There are only two people left alive on the dock. How long can they last in the face of dozens of ferocious gunmen? I'm just afraid that the dc8 weapon will be lost!
Li Wén B frowned and kept recalling the whole process. He didn't know where the news came from.
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pier.
Park Yuzhe's resistance did cause the gunman to suffer some losses.
If he acted alone, he would definitely be able to break out of the encirclement. Unfortunately, his mission is to protect Choi Minho and protect the safety of DC8 weapons.
After killing the two gunmen on the left, he changed the magazine and said into the headset, "Director, I will count to three, you hold the safety box and get out of the car."
"We had to run to the unloading area at the back before we could deal with them."
"clear."
Cui Minho gently put his hand next to the car door and waited quietly for Park Woo-cheol's instructions.
"one two three……"
Park Yuzhe let out a sigh of relief, and rushed out of the corner with guns in both hands, preparing to cover the nurse and escape.
Choi Minho opened the door, held the huge safety box, and rushed out of the business car.
"Da da da."
"Da da da."
Rapid gunshots rang out from the dock and the container at the same time, and a hail of bullets swept past, hitting both of them in the chest almost at the same time.
Snap, the last two figures crashed to the ground.
There was silence in the crisis center. Li wén b suddenly pressed his desk, stared at the screen and said, "Why haven't you shown up yet?"
He had a vague premonition of something! That possibility is also the only hope left!
Sitting in the cabin of the cruise ship, Zhao Zhiren drank all the red wine in his glass, picked up the intercom and said, "Bring over the white box on the ground. That's what you always want."
"By the way, be careful when you move."
The gunmen on the ground received the news. A leader put his gun on his waist and strode towards the safety box.
At the same time, there was a burst of close footsteps around the container. Zhao Jianguo is leading the heavily armed criminal department police officers to quickly approach the target in secret.
Just as the leader of the gunmen had just picked up the safe box, forty criminal police officers rushed out from the left and right sides with their guns, pouring all their energy into the criminal target.
"Da da da……"
The leader was quickly shot to death, and with a bang, the safety box he lifted fell to the ground again. The remaining gunmen all fell and scattered like wind and rain.
"It's only five minutes! Why did the police support arrive in just five minutes!" Zhao Zhiren heard the sound of gunshots again, spread his hands, and his usually calm eyes were filled with astonishment.
According to his budget, even the fastest helicopter to arrive would take ten minutes to reach the top of the pier. Now this well-prepared and well-trained police team does not look like temporary reinforcements at all, but rather like an ambush that has been prepared for a long time.
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Relying on one cruise ship to ram five coast guard ships?
Or jump into the sea and wait to be fished out?
Zhao Zhiren chewed his saliva, knowing that he was at the end of his rope. In other words, I have always been under the control of others, never jumped out, and never won a game.
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