"Yes, sir!"
Two military uniforms responded.
They lowered their heads and held the mop, rubbing it from side to side and rocking back and forth.
Zhuang Shikai walked into the door without looking back.
Cai Yuanqi followed behind and whispered: "Hold on!"
The front door of a violent institution.
If it hadn't been stained with blood, I'm afraid no one would really take it seriously.
…
"Uh-huh!"
top layer.
VIP conference room.
Zhuang Shikai strode around the conference table, pulled out the chair, stood in front of the chair, and looked around at everyone.
More than 70 British senior officers of the Hong Kong Island Police Force stood up and looked at this Chinese face with admiration.
Zhuang Shikai spread his fingers, supported the table with both hands, and looked up at the clock on the wall.
The black-framed round clock on the white wall is ticking, ticking, and the seconds are beating.
The round clock with black and white background has minute hands, no more, no less, just twenty-five minutes passed before leaving.
"Be back in half an hour."
"I do what I say." Zhuang Shikai said loudly and calmly.
"Keeping you safe."
"I will keep my word!" He looked around the crowd with his eyes.
"Then accompany me to the top of the Peak and meet Prince Charles. Can you do it?" He finally fixed his eyes on the face of the management DCP "Taylor" and stared at him intently and asked.
There is no doubt that after the arrest of Police Commissioner Pang Chi-chung, he became the leader among British senior officials in managing the DCP.
No matter what decisions these British senior executives make, they will communicate with Taylor more or less.
When "Taylor" and others were operating in the police force, they not only paid attention to the dynamics of the police force, but also discussed a result.
"Yes, sir!" "Taylor," the deputy director of police management, wearing a white uniform, clicked his feet, stood at attention, and raised his hand in salute.
"I am willing to listen to the commander's command!"
Tyler shouted.
"Bah!" More than seventy British officers stamped their feet in unison, raised their hands and saluted in a standard British military salute: "Yes, sir!!!"
"I would like to go to Taiping Mountain with my superior!" In fact, the voice of a British man in white uniform echoed in the office, and his momentum was so shocking that even Cai Yuanqi next to him raised eyebrows.
Because when all the high-level ghost guys faced the Commissioner of Police, they were not so united!
loyalty!
Because, from that time onwards, the senior leaders of Gui Lao began to be influenced by the Chinese forces and turned towards the Chinese!
Now?
Mr. Zhuang, as the spokesperson of the Chinese people, stood up for them and protected their lives. These people were not just facing the Chinese people?
Already determined!
We have to stand in line with the Chinese!
Zhuang Shikai dared to kill the agents of the Military Intelligence Agency to save their lives...
At this time, they have to issue another certificate of nomination!
Follow Mr. Zhuang to Taiping Mountain!
"very good."
Although, the high-level ghost guys don’t read many Chinese allusions, and they can’t say anything impassioned, throw their heads, or shed their blood.
However, a simple "Go to Taiping Mountain" is enough.
Mr. Zhuang looked around at everyone and nodded with satisfaction.
"I have asked the Flying Tigers to set off early to surround the Hong Kong Governor's Office." At this time, Zhuang Shikai raised his police hat with his hand and waved calmly: "Let's go!"
…
At this moment, six Flying Tigers helicopters descended on the Taipingshan Villa with the sound of propellers clattering.
The helipad of a villa.
I really can’t stop six planes.
However, the Zhuang Family Villa, the Huo Family Villa, and the villas of the other two big bosses.
More than enough to stop six planes.
Soon, Zhou Xingxing and the Flying Tigers gathered immediately, took action with guns, and rushed into the Hong Kong Governor's Office fully armed.
"Poof!"
I saw Zhou Xingxing taking the lead, raising his foot and kicking open the door of the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion with his black military boots.
"GO!"
"GO!"
"GO!" Thirty well-trained and elite Flying Tigers members immediately started to fight, dispersed into a six-person team, and advanced layer by layer under the leadership of the team leader.
Quickly sneak into the Governor's Mansion and occupy the gardens, fountains, walls and other favorable ground floors.
At this moment, they are completely attacking by force!
Even if there are more than a hundred armed forces in the Hong Kong Governor's Office, it will not be a problem for the Flying Tigers. Just pull the trigger and fire a bullet.
Of course, the Governor's Office is full of administrative staff.
No one dared to stop him.
The Flying Tigers feel like they are in a deserted place.
He quickly rushed into the study and checked every floor, high point, and room one by one.
"Oh shit."
"It's so cool!"
At this moment, Zhou Xingxing was wearing a helmet, a face scarf, and a submachine gun on his chest.
In a combat posture, he stood in the center of the study room of the Hong Kong Governor's House.
He was wearing a black ops uniform.
Keep your head high.
Looking out the window.
…
This study remains the center of power on Hong Kong Island to this day.
Once upon a time, a political decree could determine the life or death of millions of Chinese people, and a piece of paper could change the fate of an entire city.
Every document signed out here squeezes the blood and sweat of the Chinese, but the documents related to the fate of the Chinese are written with English letters one by one...
The expensive handmade carpets on the ground seemed to be humming, which was the gasp of workers dragging mud during the opening of the port, and it was the chant of the wharf community carrying goods.
At this moment, the Chinese stood at the center of power, stepping on the symbol of power with contempt on their faces.
Although Flying Tiger Superintendent "Zhou Xingxing" has extraordinary strength and has carried out many dangerous operations in his life, going through the hail of bullets time and time again, this "without firing a bullet" operation was the most satisfying for him!
He will remember it for a lifetime!
…
"Sir Zhou." The secretary of the Hong Kong Governor's Office came forward with several administrative officers and a team of servants and called out.
Zhou Xingxing answered first: "In view of the rampant terrorist activities on Hong Kong Island today, in order to protect the safety of the Chief Executive! At this moment, the Flying Tigers are ordered to protect the Hong Kong Governor's Office!"
"Taking over the security work in the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion, don't worry, it will not affect you. You can still work as usual. Where is the Hong Kong Governor?"
Zhou Xingxing turned around and asked.
The female secretary with blond hair, curvy hips, and long legs has a calm look in her eyes, as if she has seen through all the truth.
"The Governor of Hong Kong has official duties."
"Out."
She was wearing black silk high heels and a slit skirt that covered her hips, and her tone was indifferent.
Zhou Xingxing said with a grim smile: "Are you going out? That would be dangerous!"
"We are here to protect the Governor of Hong Kong..."
"Pfft!" Suddenly, Zhou Xingxing took two steps forward in anger and kicked the Governor's desk over.
I saw the large desk and the chair overturned to the ground.
A large stack of documents and reports were scattered on the ground.
That is the top secret in Hong Kong!
The most important document!
The scene was very messy for a time.
However, Zhou Xingxing pulled up his black mask and spat hard on the folder...
"Pooh!"
"I want to protect the Governor of Hong Kong now!" Zhou Xingxing shouted, raising his gun: "The Governor of Hong Kong cannot live without us... Be careful of terrorists!!!"
…
VIP office.
Zhuang Shikai opened the door first and walked out.
More than seventy British senior officials followed in an orderly manner according to their positions, and the group went downstairs.
Immediately afterwards, Special Car No. 1 and more than 30 cars drove out of the Police Headquarters, formed a huge convoy, and drove straight to Victoria Peak.
This time, except for Cai Yuanqi, Zhuang Shikai did not bring any Chinese police officers with him, not even the police force.
I only brought more than 70 British ghosts with me!
Of course, action must be taken against the Governor's Palace, and against Charles!
You certainly can’t be unprepared.
Therefore, before returning to the headquarters, he ordered the Flying Tigers to control the situation in advance to avoid any unexpected accidents.
…
"Snapped!"
"Pah! Pah!"
Victoria Peak.
Halfway up the mountain, more than 30 police cars were filling the driveway, and black police cars were blocking the road!
The police force is doing something right now! No other cars are needed!
The black official car is full of majesty, but also has a low-key, murderous aura tainted with Taiping Mountain.
I saw Zhuang Shikai slamming the car door, holding his head high and taking action.
The ghost police officers wearing white uniforms may have blond hair, white hair, or bald heads. But with many white uniforms gathered together and a Chinese face, the scene was particularly grand!
Zhuang Shikai, wearing the director's uniform, raised his hand and stretched out two fingers.
"Master Zhuang."
Cai Yuanqi handed over a cigar.
Zhuang Shikai glanced at him, feeling a little surprised.
He didn't even bring a cigar himself.
I just want to have one out of habit.
Unexpectedly, Aqi brought it!
Cai Yuanqi took out the lighter again, started a flame, and lit the cigar for the boss.
There was no expression on his face other than solemnity, and he only felt that he had done something trivial.
Zhuang Shikai took back his hand with satisfaction, picked up the cigar, and took a deep breath.
"call!"
He slowly exhaled white mist.
Zhou Xingxing trotted forward, stood at attention, saluted, and whispered: "Sir Zhuang!"
"Has anyone found out?"
Zhuang Shikai asked while standing.
Axing chuckled: "Found it! In the villa next door... Damn, we surrounded the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion at first. Unexpectedly, there wasn't even a damn person inside..."
"Later, it was confirmed that the Hong Kong Governor and his entourage were hiding in a nearby villa. It is said that it belongs to Prince Gui Lao?"
"Walk!"
Zhuang Shikai raised his hand, made a gesture, and led the people forward.
Taylor quickly led a group of British senior officials to follow.
Zhou Xingxing laughed twice.
Do you talk too much?
Immediately, Zhuang Shikai led a large group of ghosts in white uniforms through the iron gate and walked into the villa garden. There are two Flying Tiger squads guarding the villa garden. The team members are armed with live ammunition and are on full alert!
There were corpses lying on the ground... in the garden, at the fountain, and at the gate.
These corpses were wearing suits and had IDs on them. After a closer look, they were from the Royal Special Agents Group?
Zhuang Shikai was smoking a cigar as he walked. He stepped into the wooden door, raised his expensive leather shoes, and stepped over a corpse. He pointed at the cigar with his cigar between his fingers and shouted, "A Xing! So rude!"
"Next time, don't kill people from the same department twice!"
"remember."
"This is the rule!"
Zhou Xingxing touched his nose, followed behind, and responded obediently: "That's why they are coming to beat me..."
Sound a little aggrieved?
"Hmph." Zhuang Shikai picked up his cigar again, stepped into the hall, and looked at the prince and the governor in the middle of the hall.
I saw that the tables, chairs, walls, and ceiling in the hall had been damaged by bullets and were full of bullet holes.
There was another pile of corpses on the ground.
"Not civilized at all!"
Zhuang Shikai cursed.
