Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

Although he was very surprised by Zhang Yijun's appearance, the most important thing at this moment was to act, and he didn't have time to think too much.

At worst, I can find a chance to ask Ou Yongen later if she has any sisters who have been separated from her for many years?

Song Shijie gestured to Zhou Wangqing and picked up the walkie-talkie.

In any large-scale operation of this kind, mobile phones and other items of the participants would be confiscated. Even two foreign players from South Korea's National Intelligence Service handed in their mobile phones.

The only exceptions were Li Yanming and Song Shijie, the two main and deputy conductors on the scene.

However, in non-emergency situations, it is more appropriate to use walkie-talkies for communication.

"Song Shijie calls the command center."

There was a rustling sound coming from the intercom.

"Command center received this, I'm Li Yanming."

"The seller, a man and a woman, have arrived at the scene, and the real-time video has been synchronized to the command vehicle."

"Command vehicle received the footage, keep in touch!"

……

Underground Parking Lot.

Jin Taonian had already sat down opposite the group of Middle Eastern guys.

The Middle Eastern guy wiped his mouth, looked at the two of them, and then said to Jin Xinian: "I respect your reputation, so I didn't search you."

He spoke English, and although there was a slight accent, it was still understandable.

Jin Xinian replied expressionlessly in English: "Thank you."

"But you never mentioned her!"

The Middle Eastern guy pointed at Zhang Yijun, his eyes showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

"You have your bodyguards, and I have mine."

Facing several burly men standing behind the Middle Eastern guy with fierce eyes, Jin Xinian answered calmly.

At this time, a bald white man walked out of the monitoring room, and the Middle Eastern guy quickly stood up and gave way to him, letting him sit down.

The bald guy retorted bluntly: "I don't believe you!"

Jin Xinian was familiar with this group of people and knew that the bald guy was the real boss.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the bald man added: "I don't like strangers."

Jin Xinian knew that he could not bring strangers along casually; this was the rule of underground transactions.

He had dealt with this group of people in other countries before, which led to this big deal.

"Doesn't my reputation give you peace of mind?"

The reputation of the Red Bandits is quite famous in the Asian underworld. The bald guy thought for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yijun, who was standing quietly beside the motorcycle with gorgeous makeup, and asked, "You don't mind, right?"

Jin Taonian knew that the other party wanted to search him, so he shook his head to indicate that he didn't mind.

One of the bald guy's men walked over, looked at Zhang Yijun for a moment, and began to search her.

The men searched very carefully. After searching from top to bottom, they started from Zhang Yijun's calves and searched from bottom to top.

Zhang Yijun's pupils suddenly contracted, and she knocked the lecherous guy to the ground with a knee strike, and immediately followed up with a stranglehold, breaking his arm!

One punch, two punches! The other party had no power to fight back, lying on the ground and being beaten unilaterally. She was still not satisfied, so she pulled out a short dagger from the thin strap on her thigh and was about to stab him.

"Stop!" the bald guy shouted.

Seeing that Jin Xinian was holding something similar to a remote control in his hand, his men did not dare to act rashly.

Who knows what will happen when that thing is pressed? They are here to trade high-powered weapons this time.

"Let's do the deal. I want to see the goods first!" The bald guy said to Jin Xinian without worrying about the small issue of his men being beaten.

"No money, no goods!"

"Who made this rule?"

"My rules!"

After a round of negotiations, the bald guy, who was eager to get the goods, finally compromised and asked his men to transfer 50% of the agreed amount first.

Jin Xinian and Zhang Yijun smiled at each other, and the latter entered the password, opened the suitcase, and displayed the contents.

……

At the same time, inside the command vehicle.

"Check the contents of the suitcase. Everyone, move!"

Li Yanming decisively gave the order to attack. The CTRU team members who were already prepared wore bulletproof helmets, bulletproof vests, and held bulletproof shields made of carbon-aluminum alloy. They maintained a tactical formation and charged into the parking lot!

……

Song Shijie had already put on the same equipment at this time, holding the CTRU's latest SIG 516 CQB automatic rifle, and walked out of the CIB's temporary command room without hesitation.

"Ah Jet, you are a superintendent, and the other party is a terrorist, so you don't have to fight so hard, right?"

Zhou Wangqing's voice came from behind.

"Don't worry, you know my skills. As a crime nemesis, how can I hide behind and watch the show at a time like this?"

Song Shijie didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand and rushed down the stairs.

Seeing the CIB female police officers around him showing admiring eyes, Zhou Wangqing muttered: "He only knows how to show off."

She was quite confident in Song Shijie's skills and luck. It seemed as if this guy was blessed by the Bodhisattva. He had experienced countless gunfire and rain of bullets since his debut, but he was still full of energy.

Well, luckily, my boyfriend Liang Xiaotang is not as reckless as Song Shijie. He is more like a gangster than a policeman. Otherwise, I would be like Ou Yongen, living in fear all day long.

……

Of course Song Shijie couldn't tell Zhou Wangqing that he was not trying to show off, but was shouldering a special mission given by Minister Liu - to secretly let the two messengers Jin Xinian and Zhang Yijun escape and lure out the Red Bandit, so he had to do it himself.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that although Zhang Yijun was countless times stronger, she was also more stunning.

But this woman is so similar to Au Wing-yan in temperament and demeanor that it is hard to explain why they are two completely unrelated people.

……

In the parking lot, the police and the criminals were engaging in a thrilling firefight.

Bullets flew through the air like raindrops, making a sharp whistling sound, as if the entire space was torn apart.

The CTRU team members demonstrated extremely high professionalism and tacit cooperation. They maintained a tight tactical formation, covered each other, shot, and were not afraid of the enemy's powerful firepower. They carried bulletproof shields, moved forward desperately, and continuously compressed the opponent's space.

The bald man's men were no ordinary people. They were obviously tough guys who had experienced the baptism of fire. They were holding AK47 automatic rifles, hiding behind the bunkers swiftly and firing back at the police. They were skilled in shooting. Although the CTRU members were wearing bulletproof vests, they were inevitably injured by being shot by AK47 at this distance.

The whole scene fell into chaos, with smoke and flames everywhere, and the two sides were fighting hard.

Jin Xinian winked at Zhang Yijun, and the two of them, carrying the suitcase containing the DC-8, calmly looked for cover, ready to escape at any time.

They were ordered to come here today to "trade" with the bald guy, but they actually had other purposes.

Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, the CTRU team leader quickly picked up the intercom and called: "The enemy's firepower is fierce, requesting support."

Ten seconds later, "support" arrived.

I saw a handsome guy wearing a bulletproof helmet and a bulletproof vest, holding a SIG 516 CQB automatic rifle, rushing into the battlefield at lightning speed.

This person's arrival quickly broke the balance on the battlefield.

According to relevant statistics, in World War II, it took an average of 2 bullets to kill one enemy.

But this guy's shooting skills were completely unreasonable, as if he was playing an FPS game with a lock on.

“Da-da-da!” “Da-da-da!”

After a very rhythmic burst of three shots, several of the bald guy's men were shot in the head one after another!

Faced with this sharpshooter, Jin Xinian and Zhang Yijun could no longer remain calm. They hurriedly climbed onto the motorcycle and prepared to escape.

The strange thing was that the sharpshooter's shooting skills seemed to be ineffective when facing them. He simply suppressed them and failed to hurt them at all.

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