"Hollywood Road, Abbey Road."
Wednesday, early morning, six o'clock.
Flying Tigers station, war room.
Zhou Xingxing was wearing a combat uniform, holding a rope pole in his right hand, tapping a combat map on the wall and preaching: "These two roads are the only way to get to the Financial Secretary! At nine o'clock in the morning, there will be a convoy Escort important documents and VIPs to the Financial Secretary for a hearing!"
"It is reported that a group of terrorists will attack VIPs!"
"The mission goal of this operation is to protect the VIPs from going to the Finance Department smoothly for a hearing at the Taxation Department!"
Zhou Xingxing looked serious and spoke in a deep voice.
Thirty Flying Tigers were fully armed, carrying firearms, wearing body armor and action uniforms.
At this moment, they were sitting on the chairs in the war room, looking eagerly at the combat map, and listening to the commander's action orders!
This was a "VIP protection" operation that was registered, signed by the deputy director of operations, and carried out in accordance with official procedures. The entire group of team members are performing official duties, but how to perform specific official duties and how to protect them, I'm sorry, that's up to the "chief".
After all, during the operation with the terrorists, the VIP was killed by a stray bullet, eh? That’s normal!
This is to use "public affairs to perform private affairs". Another way is to "use public tools for private use"!
However, if you want to "use public utensils for private use", you must first have a "public utensil", and then you must engrave your name on the public utensils. Very ordinary people can do it. Throughout the ages, those who can use public weapons for private purposes are all great lords and heroes! Except those who are greedy for small profits.
"Thirty people were divided into two teams, one responsible for Hollywood Road and one responsible for Abbey Road. There were two teams for Hollywood Road and three teams for Abbey Road. One team for Abbey Road, Responsible for controlling the door of the Financial Secretary and making the final response!"
The so-called final response is essentially the bottom line!
The bottom line of the offense!
"The position circled in red is the best favorable terrain. After arriving at the designated position, the offensive team and sharpshooters occupy their positions in advance and are ready to act at any time."
"There will be paparazzi from the Intelligence Section on site to help. They are only responsible for observing the target and are not responsible for participating in the operation."
"There is no other support for this operation, it is all executed by the Flying Tigers."
"Do you understand?" Finally, Zhou Xingxing pointed the pole at the door of the Financial Secretary and asked in a stern tone.
"Wow!" Thirty Flying Tigers police officers on the scene stood up and shouted loudly: "Understood!"
"Okay." Zhou Xingxing retracted the rope pole, raised his hand to look at his watch, and said calmly: "I will personally participate in this operation. Since tax reform is an important matter related to the people's livelihood in Hong Kong Island, Sir Zhuang will also personally supervise the operation. Everyone has No confidence? Don’t let Sir Zhuang down!!!”
"Have confidence!!!" The Flying Tigers puffed up their chests and roared loudly.
"Let's take action." Zhou Xingxing waved his hand, and the team members turned around and left quickly to carry out the mission.
…
Morning.
Seven o'clock.
"Sir Zhuang, the manpower has been arranged."
The sky is bright.
The sky is blue.
It's a nice day today.
Zhuang Shikai was wearing a white sportswear, holding a glass of warm milk in one hand and a piece of toast in the other, standing alone under a streetlight on Hollywood Road.
On the street, it’s time to go to work.
Citizens were coming and going in an endless stream, with their feet in a hurry, and their faces looked sleepy and numb, while others were full of fighting spirit and happy with their lives.
I saw Mr. Zhuang like an old neighbor who was out for a walk, standing by the street lamp holding a piece of bread high, ah...opening his mouth wide, biting down the bread in one bite, then drinking milk and chewing, enjoying a delicious breakfast.
Zhou Xingxing was also wearing a sweatshirt and had headphones on his ears. He stood beside Mr. Zhuang alone and reported to Mr. Zhuang aloud.
If Zhuang Shikai hadn't deliberately stood away from the crowd, he would have been recognized by passers-by in a hurry. Fortunately, citizens are busy on their way and immersed in the busyness of their own lives. They naturally think that the "big names" in newspapers are far away from their lives, so they will not deliberately associate them with them, and they don't care who the people on the roadside are.
Of course, Mr. Zhuang's handsome face and profile still attracted the surprise glances of many beautiful girls.
"arranged."
"Just get ready to do things."
Zhuang Shikai nodded and continued to eat the bread without changing his expression.
"yes."
Zhou Xingxing responded loudly.
On the roadside, people are eating breakfast in a breakfast shop, but keeping a close eye on the citizens on the street.
There is a "wageman" wearing a suit on the chair, crossing his legs to read the morning newspaper, and the boss at the newsstand is sorting newspapers but wearing a headset.
Liu Jianming and other intelligence officers had already filled the streets on both sides, staring at the traffic flow, observing whether any "targets" appeared.
According to Sir Zhuang's hypothesis, Gui Lao can respond quickly and dares to continue holding hearings... he should have an elite force at his disposal! Otherwise, with the determination shown by the police force, murder and arson are bound to follow! Why dare you continue without any force?
Dare you continue the hearing? It seems that Charles has a group of people! But there’s no need to be surprised, the prince has a reputation!
Although the hearing is held at ten o'clock and the Financial Secretary does not open the door until eight o'clock, the accountant will arrive in advance to make preparations.
At six o'clock in the morning, the police force was in place! Moreover, the Intelligence Section visited the Financial Secretary's building the night before to confirm that the big accountant was not hiding inside the Financial Secretary!
"Let's go in and have something to eat and sit for a while. It's probably still early." At this time, Zhuang Shikai finished drinking the milk tea, put the paper cup backhand into the trash can, and turned to Zhou Xingxing and said.
"Yes, sir." Zhou Xingxing responded softly and followed Mr. Zhuang into a tea restaurant.
…
"Team A get on board!"
"Group B, get on the bus!" On the other end, in a red-walled dome villa in the Western District, the second chief accountant of the Hong Kong Accounting Commission, "Barty Crouch", was wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase, with a solemn expression. Step out of the villa.
A total of twelve agents from the Royal Special Intelligence Group, wearing suits and carrying weapons, are all deployed in the villa and are responsible for protecting the target's safety.
Four special agents stood at the four corners, with the second chief accountant at the center, closely protecting the chief accountant when he went out.
Mike, the special intelligence team leader, raised his arm and commanded calmly: "Group C, get in the car! There are six cars in total. Please sit in the middle one, Mr. Batty."
Barty Crouch nodded, then carried the suitcase and bent down to enter the car in the middle.
These six cars were ordered by the royal family. There are Mercedes-Benz cars with bulletproof functions. They are usually responsible for escorting the prince when traveling, but now they are sent directly to the front line.
The suitcase in Barty Crouch's hand carried important reports and data. A group of other accountants, as well as a large amount of data and reports were left in the villa, without the need to attend the hearing or take huge risks.
Soon, four agents escorted the target into the middle car.
Mike spread out a map on the roof of the car with the two team leaders, pointed at the map, shook hands, and communicated aloud: "The police will not know where we are hiding. If we take action, we can only do it in the financial department." Block the two roads in front of the company!"
"Hollywood Road, Abbey Road!"
"There is a lot of traffic on these two roads. Once the police force does something, the chance of a firefight is 100%! There is also a 30% chance of traffic jams!"
Mike's tone was decisive and clear: "Our three vehicles walked together, and the other three vehicles were distributed in stages in front as a backup convoy."
"Once a firefight breaks out! Our mission is to protect the target across the line of fire. Using three vehicles as a springboard, even if we run away, we have to run into the Financial Secretary Building!"
"The police force did not dare to storm the Financial Secretary's Building, otherwise, they would have crossed the line!"
Mike's eyes narrowed: "I have made arrangements for the sharpshooter! Let's set off immediately!"
"Yes!" The two team leaders answered clearly, lifted up the corners of their suits, put their hands on the gun bags, turned around and got into the black car.
The villa gate, the iron door opens.
Six cars slowly drove out of the villa and drove forward at a steady speed.
"Hoo, ho, ho..." The second-level accountant "Barty Crouch" held the suitcase in his hand and sat on the car seat in the middle of the back row, breathing deeply and trying to calm down.
After the death of the chief accountant, he knew the risks of this tax assessment. This is not an ordinary financial risk, but a political confrontation, a political risk that will cost human lives!
Unfortunately, as a great British accountant, he had to be responsible for the entire tax assessment at the request of the government.
Soon, the motorcade entered Hollywood Road.
Three scattered bulletproof Mercedes-Benz vehicles first attracted the attention of the Intelligence Division. After all, under the escort of force, the "convoy" itself was very eye-catching.
Think about it, how often are there more than three vehicles in the lane? Except for police cars, military vehicles, wedding cars, and funeral cars, there is almost nothing else.
Even the above four situations are very eye-catching when they appear on the streets. It will immediately attract the attention of passers-by.
Exceptions are made for road self-driving tour convoys. There are almost no similar fleets in the urban area of Hong Kong Island. What's more, the convoy on the escort mission also knows tactical movement?
In the eyes of "knowledgeable" people, this is like a firefly in the dark night, which can be recognized at a glance.
These three vehicles are still bulletproof vehicles! ! !
"The poor guy reports to the God of Wealth, the poor guy reports to the God of Wealth, the vehicle where the VIP is found, the vehicle where the VIP is found..."
"The money-greedy guy is about to appear, be careful! The money-greedy guy is about to appear!" Liu Jianming stood on the side of the street eating skewered fish eggs, lowered his head, and pressed the headset to report to the Flying Tigers.
Zhou Xingxing sat in the tea restaurant, pressed the headset, and replied quickly: "The God of Wealth has received it, the God of Wealth has received it, the money-spreading boy, get ready! The money-spreading boy, get ready!"
"Yes, sir!"
A famous Flying Tiger member stood at various points, pulled down the safety, pulled the gun bolt, and replied loudly: "We are ready for combat."
"Master Zhuang." Zhou Xingxing turned back to look at the officer.
Zhuang Shikai stood up, dropped a pen, walked around the dining table and walked towards the door: "Go out and have a look."
Three scattered Mercedes-Benz bulletproof vehicles drove through a section of the road and stopped in front of the traffic light. Then three fleets of Mercedes-Benz bulletproof vehicles drove out again and entered the sight of the police force.
"Do you want to fight or not?" Zhou Xingxing asked, turning his head.
In fact, ordinary cars can be used to escort VIPs, or even one person can escort a target. However, according to statistics, high-intensity protection is safer than hidden strategies! Because your convoy has a purpose, the enemy can attack in many situations. The hidden strategy is to go sideways. While going sideways may seem amazing, the success rate itself is pitifully low.
Otherwise, why are successful examples of taking the wrong approach often regarded as textbook examples? Moreover, success often requires the support of other objective conditions. Mike's deployment is already the best and most secure one under the current conditions. Next, it depends on whether Fanfan can win.
"Hit!" Zhuang Shikai stared at the traffic in the driveway and said one word.
"Da!" From an alley on the side of the street, a member of the Flying Tigers rushed out first, raised his submachine gun, pulled the trigger towards the three cars, and fired a bullet.
"Click, click, click." After one bullet, there was a rapid explosion of bullets!
