Hong Kong Island King Fried

Chapter 9 Sir, I want to complain to you

Less than three minutes after the two groups of Flying Tigers rushed out, the first gunshot rang out in the jungle outside the villa.

Immediately afterwards, there was intensive gunfire.

The Flying Tigers were really extraordinary, they bit down on a group of killers led by Chang Wei, and heard battle reports from the walkie-talkie from time to time:
"Kill one person!"

"A member of team A is injured!"

"The opponent has grenades! Repeat, there are grenades!"

"Kill one person!"

……

In a shooting blind spot in the villa, Fei Bo was wearing the largest bulletproof vest, protecting Billy Boy behind him, holding his .[-], and said nervously:

"Fortunately, Ah Jun, you have already made arrangements. It seems that the other party is going to take action directly today to wipe out the villa! However, do you think it is possible that the other party transferred the tiger away from the mountain, transferred the Flying Tigers, and then rushed into the villa?"

Billy Tsai wore the smallest bullet-proof vest, raised his chin and said, "Even if there is no Flying Tigers, as long as Brother Jun is here, the bad guys will be dead even if they come!"

Fei Bo shook the fat on his face depressedly: "The two of you, one big and one small, know Brother Jun all day long! Brat, it's Uncle Bo who is blocking you with my body now!"

"Well, Uncle Bo is also very brave, but he is a little fatter." Billyboy said.

Lin Jiajun has been paying attention to the battle situation and has not been distracted.
The possibility that Fei Bo said is not impossible, but it is not great.

The application and transfer of the Flying Tigers was completed in a short period of time, and the process was highly confidential. It only went through Zhu Mei'e, Mai Qijun, and the deputy director of operations of the police department. However, the Flying Tigers went on a mission and did not reach their destination. Before, even the leader of the team didn't know what the mission was.
If this can leak the secret, unless Weiwei opens the God's perspective.

Besides, between the police and the thieves, it is a battle of wits and courage. There are only so many people that can be allocated. Using two teams of Flying Tigers is already the limit. If you are afraid that the other party will rush into the villa, keep people in the villa. If you stay less, it will not work. If you stay too much, it may lead to insufficient arrest manpower, and again fall short.
Whether it is Zhu Mei'e or Lin Jiajun himself, they all tend to go all out for the lion and the rabbit. The Flying Tigers must use this good knife at critical moments.

In fact, there was still a team of military uniforms left in the villa. If something happened, the Flying Tigers would be able to return within a few hundred meters.

Fortunately, only ten minutes later, judging from the situation transmitted through the intercom, the police had taken control of the situation, and the remaining killers were being chased around like rabbits by the two flying tiger teams.

"Miss Yang, can you relax a little now?"

Lin Jiajun turned around with some difficulty, looked at the human-shaped koala on his back, and said helplessly: "I just asked you to follow me closely, I didn't tell you to hang on my back like a koala, right?"

Yang Qian'er blushed, put down her legs that were wrapped around Lin Jiajun's waist, lowered her head and explained awkwardly: "When I heard the gunshot, I jumped up in fright."

Lin Jiajun pursed his lips and muttered, "As expected of someone who came back from studying in Australia."

"Call the on-site commander! I am the commander of Team A! Please reply! OVER!" At this time, urgent words came from the intercom, accompanied by heavy breathing.

"I am the field commander Lin Jiajun, please say! OVER!"

"All the killers have been killed. Only one person is left. The other party has kidnapped a night runner and is requesting negotiation! Repeat, the other party has hostages in hand and is requesting negotiation! OVER!"

"Hey, what on earth do you guys, the Flying Tigers do? 30 people arrest one person, forget it if they don't catch him, and let him take hostages?!"

Zhu Mei'e, who had been listening on the public channel, interrupted angrily,

"Madam, although your rank is higher than mine, this operation is not under your command. Please don't interfere with normal communication!" The commander of Team A pushed back coldly.

The relationship between the Flying Tigers and ordinary police departments has never been harmonious.

There is no problem with cooperation, but they look down on each other.

The Flying Tigers are the elite among the elite. Ordinary policemen who always have their eyes high above their heads and cannot hit anyone accurately with their guns naturally do not take them seriously;
Ordinary police officers also think that these people are all fucking shit. If the police force spends the same money on me, gives me the same equipment, the same training, and the same treatment, I can do it.

Anyway, as the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and they are all armed with guns, and naturally they have bad tempers.

"I'm too lazy to tell you, Ah Jun, you can handle it!" Zhu Mei'e was a little annoyed and hung up the communicator.

Lin Jiajun was silent for a few seconds, then pressed the call button again: "I am Lin Jiajun, report your current location! OVER!"

"The direct east of the villa is the reference, the twelve o'clock direction, the straight-line distance is about 300 meters, keep still, you can determine my position through the positioning device. OVER!"

"Received, I authorize you to negotiate with him, please try to control the situation! OVER!"

After that, he checked his equipment, picked up the bulletproof helmet from the table, put it on, and walked out.

"Boge, I leave this to you."

"Got it, don't worry!"

"Ajun, I'll wait for you to come back!" Yang Qian'er's voice came from behind.

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"Comrade...comrade, if you really want to kill me, can you please give me a message to my boyfriend Zhang Zhiming after you finish killing me? Tell him that I actually love him very much, but the relationship between brother and sister is really hard. ...,
Zhong You, my name is Yu Chunjiao, I sell at Sephora Makeup Store, you can find him at the smoking place in the back alley...

Forget it, forget it, don’t kill me, please, we are all compatriots, I am also patriotic, by the way, I will sing the national anthem, I will sing it to you..."

"Shut up!"

Wang Jianjun, the leader of the big circle of killers, was troubled so much by this woman who spoke broken Mandarin and was a bit husky, he wanted to strangle her to death.

Capitalist women really have something wrong with their brains!

Is now the time to say this?

I don't care if you love the country or not?It's none of my business that you can sing the national anthem!

Now he is so depressed that he almost vomits blood.

I can’t figure out why a very simple job ended up like this.

How did the other party discover him?
Also, isn't it said that the police in Xiangjiang are very weak? They can't even hold a gun. The police in the hospital that night were vulnerable. And where did these people with their faces covered who are more vicious than the special forces come from? ?

All the brothers brought here died, and the body of my own brother was still waiting to be sent back to my hometown.

But he was trapped in this small cave?

There is no way to display all the abilities!
"People in the cave, listen, if you have any requests, you can make them. Don't hurt the hostages!" A voice came from outside the cave.

"Exit two kilometers and prepare a car for me to put on the road ahead. Also, let the person who killed my brother come to see me!"

Chang Wei was born with supernatural power, and under the shout of luck, the entire cave was filled with responses, and the people outside the cave could hear clearly.

……

It is more than 100 meters away from the cave location.
A sniper from the Flying Tigers crawled among the dead leaves, wearing a cotton-sock-like mask on his head, with only two eyes exposed, staring coldly at the scope on the sniper rifle.

Lin Jiajun was lying beside him, also holding a telescope.

A strong sense of security.

Go to the front line?That was a joke.

What kind of person is Wang Jianjun? He is precise in marksmanship and superb in martial arts. If he throws a military thorn casually, no fly can escape within a dozen meters.

What if he sees himself and wants to go crazy in order to fulfill his solemn promise to his brother?

It's safer to hide in the distance and shoot black guns.

"Are you sure you can kill him with one shot?"

"No."

The sniper of the Flying Tigers was so honest that people wanted to call his face with the soles of his shoes, and said in a cold tone: "The opponent should have been a soldier, has a strong sense of anti-sniper, and is too close to the hostage, even a top-level sniper hands, and cannot guarantee the safety of the hostages.”

Lin Jiajun put down the telescope and glanced at the heavy sniper: "Get out of the way and I'll take a look."

The sniper turned his head and gave him a strange look.
There is a division of labor, which does not mean that the commander's abilities are completely superior to those below. If everyone can be a sniper, why does the police force spend so much money training elites like them?

As a commander, you should do what a commander should do and take the job of a front-line police officer?

Do you need to be so pushy?

However, as a disciplined force, orders are above all else. Although the sniper was reluctant, he still gave up his position.
Still very worried: "Sir, look at it, don't shoot, the PSG-1 sniper rifle is different from the .[-], it is a highly professional firearm, and you must go through a long period of professional training before you can be qualified to use it. If you shoot rashly and cause bad consequences, I will definitely write a report and complain to you."

Lin Jiajun squinted his eyes, and saw the opponent's face clearly through the scope.

Chang Wei, it is indeed you.

However, when he saw the purple-haired hostage who was trembling with fear, he was slightly startled at the same time.
In this damn place, why are celebrities running around all over the street?
"Call the commander of Team A, I'm Lin Jiajun, what's going on at the scene?! OVER!"

"I'm the commander of Team A. The killer asked for a car, and asked the policeman who killed his brother to drive! OEVR!" A voice came from the intercom.

"I am Lin Jiajun, the on-site commander, and I authorize you to pretend to be the police officer who killed his brother. OVER!"

The intercom was silent.

After a while,
"Sir Lin, isn't this bad?" A was obviously a little unhappy with the commander, and he even forgot to say OVER.

Are the Flying Tigers not human?Is life cheap?
"I am the field commander Lin Jiajun, please obey the order. OVER!"

The right to not use, expired and void.

Again, there was an awkward silence that lasted for more than ten seconds...

"What should I do next? OVER!"

"I'm Lin Jiajun, don't give him any answer, ask him a question? OVER!"

"What's the problem. OVER!"

"You ask him, the forensic examiner has examined more than one gunshot on his brother, and ask him if he wants to find the person who shot his brother back then? OVER!"

After finishing speaking, he turned off the walkie-talkie, tilted his head, and focused on the screen in the scope.

His younger brother was shot on the battlefield back then. Lin Jiajun didn't know who the person who shot his younger brother was and whether he was still alive, but he believed that this topic would definitely arouse Wang Jianjun's 'interest'.

Sure enough, more than ten seconds later, Wang Jianjun suddenly became excited in the camera.
When a person hears an event that he is particularly concerned about, or when a sensitive part of his heart is touched, his movements will involuntarily deform.

Of course, the amplitude is not very large, but the head is just tilted a little to one side, maybe to make it easier to talk to the police.

This 'little' distance is enough.

In front of the sniper rifle scope, any little extra small movement is fatal.

The PSG-1 sniper rifle burst into flames from the muzzle.

Then came the gunfire.

A few seconds later, everyone's intercoms rang at the same time,

"All, all, I am the commander of Team A of the Flying Tigers. The suspect has been shot dead and the hostages are safe! Repeat, the suspect was shot in the head and has been shot dead. The hostages are safe! OVER!"

Lin Jiajun stood up, patted the weeds on his body, and threw the sniper rifle to the stunned Flying Tigers standing by.

"Man, if you have used a .[-], you will know that it is a highly professional firearm, and it is really difficult to hit people. In comparison, this gun is just louder. "

'Ding dong...'

The little baby rang.

'Kill a killer, reward character experience 10 points, gun specialization experience 10 points;'

The opponent is the number one leader of the killer team, and will receive an additional reward of 80 points of firearms expertise and 80 points of character experience.

Current character level: LV0 (300/500)

Gun Specialization: Mastery (230/500)

Obtained skill: Military Killing Fist'

　Thank you for your reward just now, the 3500 points you swayed revealed that you are actually an old man~ Please ask for a ticket, whether the writing is good or not, at least have sincerity, this chapter is almost [-] words~ ~
　　
　
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