Ten days later.
A black BMW drove out of the consulate, and another black BMW drove out of the consulate...
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Three cars rushed across the road and stirred up a few yellow dead leaves beside the street. In the air, the yellow leaves turned in several circles, fluttering, and fell back to the ground.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray windbreaker, a high hat, and holding a cigar squinted his eyes, raised his head, and saw the black windows in the back of the car...
Zhuang Shikai was sitting in the back seat of the first BMW, wearing a black suit and a director's gun on his waist. He held a mobile phone lightly in his right hand and held a gun permit, passport, diplomatic certificate, etc. in his arms.
He turned to the window with a calm face and looked at the man in the trench coat.
He greeted the other party with a slight nod. It was like saying hello to an old friend.
Today is the last day of the International Security Forum. It is also the closing of the Security Forum and the media conference.
Delegations from many countries/regions have arrived at the scene. They will summarize the meeting, take photos together, speak to the media, and end the meeting happily in accordance with the process.
By flattering the lighthouse country, you can get some loans and some benefits.
Even if there are no benefits, at least you won't get beaten! It's not like some special delegations... they were given a shit bowl and haven't come to the meeting for more than ten days.
Yes! The Hong Kong delegation has not attended the meeting for more than ten days. It’s not that they can’t attend, but because it’s for safety reasons and it doesn’t make much sense, the director simply ordered them to withdraw from the meeting!
I dare to slap him in the face, why should I support him?
The members of the Hong Kong Island delegation have been keeping an eye on the "Nakajima Group" for a long time. They have completed all follow-up investigations on the "Nakajima Group" and know the political background, characters, and bosses of the Nakajima Group. The reason why they waited until today to take action is It is to publicly deal with the "Nakajima Group" and make the US lose face and give up at the closing meeting!
"Chinese action." At the side of the consulate, the spy wearing a windbreaker picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number to report to his superiors.
At the same time, FBI personnel began to locate the Chinese side and sent vehicles and special service police officers to control the scene. In fact, they controlled the Chinese side!
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"Squeak!" Three black BMWs approached Chinatown and parked directly on the roadside in front of Fuyun Restaurant. A group of police officers in suits pushed open the car doors, slapped them together, and stood in a row menacingly.
Vehicles cannot be parked in the middle of the road.
And once it stops, it will be extremely eye-catching, and it is obvious that it is looking for trouble.
What's more, a group of police officers have Chinese faces, are majestic, and are filled with murderous intent.
"Sir Zhuang, please do it in a low-key manner?" Zeng Xiangrong sat in the front passenger seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand and looking back with a solemn expression.
He was a little worried.
Zhuang Shikai crossed his legs, opened his eyes wide, and said solemnly: "If you want to do it, do it big!"
"I don't have the habit of keeping a low profile!"
"yes!"
"Sir!"
Zeng Xiangrong received the order, simply responded, opened the door and stepped out of the car, acting as the frontline commander.
"Action." He took out a walkie-talkie and said solemnly: "Let's all work together."
"Yes, sir!" A group of police officers responded in the earphones.
Immediately, in Chinatown, many police officers in disguise took out their weapons, hung up their IDs, and rushed towards the door of the restaurant with guns in both hands.
"Crash." Inside the restaurant gate, many normal diners had already dispersed before the car arrived, leaving some men in suits with fierce faces and sturdy temperaments who were all members of the Nakajima Group...
The members of the Nakajima Group saw Chinese people surrounding the restaurant. Whether it was the police or society, if something like this happened in Chinatown, a bloody battle was almost inevitable, so there was no need to think too much.
So some members of the Nakajima Group returned to the kitchen to collect weapons. When the plainclothes police officers took the lead in attacking, the Nakajima Group began to fight back hard.
The boss of the Nakajima Group is a ghost guy, but the manpower in Chinatown is mainly Chinese, with only a few ghost gunmen.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang!" The Chinese police officers held guns in both hands, moved quickly, and fired accurately to attack.
Attack the restaurant with scattered arrows.
"Da da da."
"Da da da." The gunmen of the Nakajima Group rushed out of the kitchen with handfuls of micro-guns, pulled the triggers, and fired out a flurry of sharp warheads, with brief blue fireworks erupting from the muzzles.
"Ding ding ding!"
"Ding, ding, ding!" The police officers bent down, looked for cover, and made tactical moves to avoid, demonstrating their very elite combat qualities.
The gunmen of the Nakajima Group were shot frequently by the Chinese police and fell to the ground one after another. The contrast in the combat effectiveness of the two sides was very prominent.
You know, Nakajima Group has absolute firepower advantage, but the firepower advantage has no sense of existence in the face of combat literacy.
Although the Nakajima Group did not collapse with just one push, the Hong Kong Island delegation continued to advance steadily and has completely occupied the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant.
After the Nakajima Group abandoned more than a dozen corpses, their men gradually retreated to the second floor, relying on the narrow stairs and floor advantage to barely resist.
It's only a matter of time before the army is defeated.
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"BOSS, the Chinese police are attacking!"
third floor.
Secret room.
shouted a white bodyguard in a suit.
Qian Tao stood beside him holding two combo pistols in both hands.
His expression was calm and unchanging.
Yong Wei was still wearing a red cheongsam. However, there was an extra "red wound" on her neck than the previous days, and she was experiencing struggles every night. Those were the marks left after a fierce fight.
"Bang!" At this moment, she stepped on her red high heels on the desk, revealing a pair of long white legs, and then lifted up the hem of her red cheongsam. There was a leather ring tied to the inside of the back of her thighs, and a gun bag hung on the leather ring. There was a pistol in the gun bag.
She raised her arm to unbutton her gun bag, reached out and took out the black pistol, flicked it, and the pistol spun rapidly in her palm.
"BOSS."
"The back door has also been blocked by police."
"The Chinese police have carefully arranged the restaurant. It seems they have been targeting us for a long time." Another bodyguard in a suit said with a worried look.
In the office, a large black leather sheet slowly turned around...
Nakajima was wearing a suit and a red bow tie at the collar. He looked at everyone with a calm expression and said, "Don't worry."
"We can fight out from the front!"
In the face of repeated defeats by the police, I don't know who gave him the confidence to be as stable as an old dog.
As expected, the police would break into the secret room within five minutes. With the elite qualities displayed by the Chinese police officers, a few senior thugs could not stop the attack of the Chinese police officers.
Don't look at it, these Chinese police officers are nameless and ordinary-looking, as if they are ordinary patrol policemen on the street.
However, the fact that they can follow "Brother No. 1" to work abroad is enough to prove their operational strength.
Any single police officer can bring down any senior thug of the Nakajima Group.
However, Mr. Nakajima pulled on his tie, straightened his collar, stood up and said, "FBI agents will take us out."
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"Report sir."
"Capture Level A!"
"Kill a target...Kill a target...left! Ta da da, target killed!"
"Someone got shot! Someone got shot!"
"Hoo ho!"
At this time, the communication channel of the Chinese police force rang out with fierce gunshots, rapid footsteps, screams of being shot, the sound of the target falling to the ground, and the rapid breathing of the team members as they moved upward.
"GO! GO!"
"superior!"
"Report to the commander, capture floor B and eliminate most of the targets! No criminal leader has been found yet!"
"C floor! C floor!"
"up!"
The officers continued to scream over the communication channel.
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"Didi! Didi! Didi!" At this time, a siren sounded at the entrance of Chinatown.
I saw FBI police cars blaring sirens and flashing lights, rushing towards the scene of the battle at extremely fast speeds.
It is no exaggeration to say that the exchange of fire at Fuyun Restaurant was the largest gun battle that ever broke out in New York's Chinatown, and the next scene will be a historic story in New York's Chinatown! Classic picture!
"Dong dong dong." At this moment, five FBI police cars knocked over many stalls along the way, screeched, and stopped at the bottom of Fulou Teahouse. The front of the car was facing the three BMWs in front of them, blocking the BMW convoy with their bodies. Exit the intersection.
More than 20 FBI agents, wearing combat uniforms, tactical helmets and leather boots, rushed out of the police car holding an advanced combat rifle.
"Crash!" The FBI special team immediately raised their guns and faced the Chinese police officers from the Hong Kong delegation.
"Click! Click!" They turned off the safety, pulled the bolt, and stood ready.
And take advantage of the cover of the vehicle, or stand behind the front, body, or open door of the vehicle.
"Alert!" Zeng Xiangrong exclaimed, immediately drew his gun, turned around, leaned against the car, and turned the gun to point at the ghost guy on the side.
Immediately, the thirteen Hong Kong Island inspectors in suits who were guarding the door of the restaurant immediately drew their guns, turned their guns, and quickly dispersed their cover to confront the FBI with guns.
The scene suddenly fell silent, and fighting filled the streets. Both sides refused to give an inch!
Why did the FBI draw its gun on Chinese police officers? At this point, there are too many possibilities and too many explanations, which have made this unimportant.
What to do next, what to do, determines the direction of the event.
"Da da da."
"Bang! Bang!" In the restaurant, the gunfight continued.
"call…"
"Huh..." Under the restaurant, a gunfight was about to break out.
Zhuang Shikai was among the vehicles confronting each other and did not get out of the car to avoid or draw his gun to join the confrontation. Instead, he quietly held a mobile phone and waited for the results.
Zeng Xiangrong showed his "diplomatic credentials" to the FBI, but the FBI ordered the police to stop the attack, otherwise they would open fire!
Did the Chinese police force clearly have the legal right to investigate, or did the FBI order the police force to conduct an investigation, but now someone from the FBI came to ask to stop the attack?
Just stop talking! Do you really think you are a boss?
Do you mean what you say? So what does Master Zhuang mean?
Zhuang Shikai opened the cover of his mobile phone and dialed a few numbers.
He held the phone to his ear, looked out the window quietly, and smiled politely at a group of FBI agents.
The boss doesn’t like to do anything!
The first move will shock you!
"Ding ding ding!" The phone rang in Zeng Xiangrong's pocket.
He held a gun in his left hand with a solemn expression, and took out his mobile phone in his right hand. He stared straight ahead and pressed the answer button at will. He held the mobile phone to his ear and heard an order: "Strike first! Kill them all now." !”
Mr. Zhuang sat in the car and looked out the window and said calmly.
