"Meiko."
"Is there a storm today?"
Zhuang Shikai was wearing a suit, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window and preaching.
At this time, strong winds began to pick up outside the window, and layers of dark clouds pressed overhead, seeming to cover the entire Hong Kong Island.
The atmosphere is full of "the storm is about to come" and "the prelude to the strong wind".
Meako was wearing a short skirt and was organizing folders with her head down. When she heard Sir Zhuang's question, she replied without thinking: "There's a war outside! Of course there's a big storm!"
Zhuang Shikai clicked his tongue, turned around and said with a smile: "I'm talking about the weather!"
"Oh, it's the weather." Only then did Meiko react, raised her head, and replied with a smile: "There was a weather forecast a week ago, and a storm will arrive on Hong Kong Island in the near future. It is a powerful No. 8 typhoon signal. "
"The Meteorological Observatory has issued a red alert, asking the Fisheries and Vessels Department to ensure the safety of fishermen and announcing a ban on going to sea."
"Including various cargo ships, passenger ships, and commercial ships."
"Whoosh!" The strong wind swept through the street and picked up the street tabloids.
Zhuang Shikai watched the leaves floating up into the sky and dancing in front of him through the glass, with a smile on his face: "That was such a good day!"
"Is it really okay?" Meiko's face showed confusion.
Is it still a good day when there is war and wind?
Zhuang Shikai picked up the water cup and said with a smile: "The city of dark clouds is about to be destroyed, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun! The windy weather today is a good day for us!"
He turned around and said to Meiko: "Then let the storm come more violently!"
"Boom!" A thunderbolt flashed across the sky, Hong Kong Island was covered with dark clouds, and the crowds on the streets became smaller.
The news was broadcasting about the approaching storm and the shootout in the upper ring.
"The storm is coming." Security Department, Lu Minghua no longer looked at the surveillance video, but stood up and walked to the window with a coffee cup.
"The storm is coming." Lu Minghua repeated it again, his expression gradually became serious, and he raised his hand to drink the last sip of coffee.
"Sir! It's windy!" Although the formation and trajectory of the storm can be tracked and calculated. However, the exact login time cannot be accurately measured.
The observatory is always a "predictor", not a "prophet".
The four helicopter pilots controlled the aircraft, looking sideways at the weather outside, and reporting to their superiors through their headsets.
"Da da da." The helicopter was affected by the wind, swaying a little, and even the flight path changed briefly.
One by one, the Flying Tigers who participated in the operation held their firearms tightly and put on their equipment. Their expressions were solemn, silent, but their attitude was very firm.
Originally, the Observatory calculated that Typhoon Signal No. 8 would make landfall in the evening, but it officially made landfall in the afternoon, bringing strong winds to Hong Kong Island.
Fortunately, it was not windy or raining for the time being, and the helicopter had enough horsepower, so it could still fly steadily.
Zhou Xingxing held the headset, looked out the window, and ordered: "Keep flying!"
"Yes, sir!" The four pilots responded solemnly. The helicopter was already approaching Sheung Wan and approaching the battlefield. It took no more than seven minutes for the Flying Tigers to receive the order.
"Uh... uh..." On the battlefield, Guan Li was awakened by the sound of gunshots. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a familiar brother who had been shot and fell to the ground.
He moved his cracked mouth, a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes, but his face was expressionless, and he couldn't even open his mouth to shout.
Yelling? That’s why I was still in the mood when the fight just started! The grief is still there, but I am unable to cry out.
"Huhu." The sky that was still clear during the battle turned into dark clouds in an instant.
Waves of wind blew past, and the battlefield in Sheung Wan was strewn with vehicles, police officers, and corpses. There were ruins and debris within a radius of twenty meters. If the bustling Hong Kong Island is compared to a woman, then this is the festering scar on the woman's face.
Just now, Guan Li was injured by a grenade in the battle with the robbers. Not only did he have multiple wounds on his arms and body, but his brain was also shocked! Blast him until he faints!
The firepower of the anti-drug team is not as good as that of the robbers, and their numerical advantage is not obvious. They only rely on reasonable formation planning and elite response training to fight against the gangs.
After Guan Li, the "head" of the anti-drug team, was stunned, the anti-drug team was temporarily in chaos.
Cao Nan led his men to make "tactical" actions, cutting in and out, and quickly defeated the entire anti-drug team.
After all, Cao Nan and a group of his brothers are actually veterans...
"boom!"
"boom!"
By this time, the truck had already driven away, and several cars were following behind to escort...
"Da da da."
A police officer raised his weapon and suddenly stood up to shoot. Bang bang bang, the bullet shattered the window and directly killed one of the robbers.
"Squeak!" A car swerved back. Cao Nan, wearing a mask, stretched out a hand holding a pistol, glanced at the police officer in front of him contemptuously, and gently pulled the trigger: "Bang!"
The police officer was shot in the chest and fell to the ground dead.
"Squeak!" The car quickly returned to the right position, increased its horsepower, and accelerated forward.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" Guan Li stood up and roared twice, his face covered with dust and smoke. He didn't even care about the scene and the workers on the left and right, and opened a car door like a madman.
The door of the police car full of bullet holes was not locked at all. Guan Li got into the driver's seat, turned the key, and stepped on the clutch. The police car roared.
"Boom! Boom!" Guan Li held the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, squinted his eyes and drove forward to chase.
"Don't lose the goods! Don't lose the goods!"
"How can we explain to Sir Zhuang... How can we explain to the brothers..." Blood flashed from the corner of Guan Li's eyes, and he muttered something like an evil ghost.
He turned the steering wheel suddenly and gripped the car in front of him.
"Hoo ho ho!!!" The strong wind crazily poured into the cab along the broken glass of the police car. The storm tore his wounds like knives, but he grinned, unaware, and headed forward against the hurricane. .
"There's a madman behind you!" Blind and Deaf said while looking in the rearview mirror.
Since the large truck had a higher field of vision and the mirrors could see further, he drove in the large truck and spotted the pursuing police car first.
"Kill him." Cao Nan gestured toward the car window, but he didn't fire a gun, nor did he give an order to the people in the car...
"Brother Li!" In the sky, Zhou Xingxing held a gun and looked at the situation below. He immediately knew that the Flying Tigers were late.
This operation is not about time. The robbers will be slow to seize the car!
Even if the Flying Tigers rushed to the scene as quickly as possible, they were still one step behind!
Because once the robbers seize the truck, they can shuttle back and forth on urban roads. Not to mention how much police officers lose, the difficulty of chasing fast-moving targets is a huge test! Moreover, the convoy can also use various bunkers to avoid the Flying Tigers' sight!
The advantage of the Flying Tigers' helicopters is their rapid response. Without the cooperation of ground police, the landing point will be lost. Rappelling and sniping are both realistic against fast-moving targets.
But when Zhou Xingxing saw the dilapidated police cars clinging to the game on the ground, and his colleagues in the police cars with blood on their faces and gritted teeth, he couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.
This is the Chinese police in Hong Kong!
"Whoa!" Zhou Xingxing raised his right hand in a silent salute.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" All the famous Flying Tigers raised their right hands and saluted in a silent and unseen way.
They sat in the helicopter cabin, keeping a deep respect in their hearts.
"Boom!" At this moment, a white Volkswagen suddenly rushed out from the corner on the side of the driveway. It was very fast and hit the police car, knocking it seven or eight meters away.
Guan Li held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He sat in the car and felt that his vision was spinning. There was only one thought left in his mind: "Don't lose the goods!"
"Poof!" The dilapidated police car hit the ground hard! Guan Li only felt a pain in his head, and the vision in front of him completely turned black.
Tao Chengbang opened the car door with a nervous expression, like an ordinary citizen who had unintentionally caused a traffic accident. He was trembling and thought for a moment before stepping forward to check and wait for the police to arrive.
"Sir off!" Zhou Xingxing screamed when he witnessed the crash on the ground, and immediately used the radio to call the traffic police to the scene.
Responsibility for this operation! Target! Will be inherited by the Flying Tigers!
Zhou Xingxing secretly made up his mind, looked at the street below, and shouted loudly: "Request a firing order from Sir Zhuang!"
"Yes, sir!" The pilot turned on the radio, reported his position to his superior, indicated that he had arrived on the battlefield, explained the situation in accordance with the regulations, and applied for a firing order from his superior.
"Click, click, click." The four helicopters flew over the road at low altitude in a "two by two" joint attitude, and then the "Guan Li" mission was to bite the gangster convoy.
Tao Chengbang looked up at the group of helicopters passing by at low altitude, with an uncertain expression on his face. He took out a cigarette and lit it quietly to calm down his shock.
…
"Brother Nan!"
"The Flying Tigers' helicopter is following!"
On the truck.
The blind dragon stuck out his head and shouted loudly.
He was quickly pulled back by another person.
"Looking for death!"
"Put your head out!"
Cao Nan glanced at the sky, pressed the intercom, and said to his brothers: "Drive into the Hung Hom Tunnel! Let's change trains inside!"
They have prepared plans for their actions!
Just getting the truck is victory.
Even the Flying Tigers can't stop him!
"Speed up, walk the S line, and be careful of the Flying Tigers shooting." Cao Nan added, just to be on the safe side.
"yes!"
"Everyone!"
the brothers shouted.
They were all very excited, not only excited about the income from completing this job, but also excited about the thrill of defeating the police.
If they can really defeat the police, steal the white powder, and then escape from the Flying Tigers, then they will really become famous in East Asia and become the gangsters of the century that have been passed down for hundreds of years!
"Crash!" But at this moment, a group of cars rushed out from the side road, forming a long motorcade, sandwiching Cao Nan's motorcade on the left and right, with more than a dozen micro-rams sticking out of the window.
"Hehe!" Brother Pa was wearing a suit, holding a slight smile and grinning at Cao Nan next to him.
Cao Nan's eyes were solemn!
"Click, click, click!" More than a dozen micro-guns were fired at the same time. Thousands of bullets were poured out in just ten seconds. The lane less than 300 meters away was covered with bullet casings. Cao Nan and others didn't even have a chance to react. They were sieved directly through the car door!
Standing in the helicopter, Zhou Xingxing was reporting the situation to Sir Zhuang, when he was suddenly startled by an unexpected scene below the highway.
"Why are there still robbers? A third-party force is coming?" The storm is really getting stronger!
Zhou Xingxing wants to recite "Haiyan" in Russian.
