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

The next morning, on the shore of Victoria Bay.

Within a radius of 1.5 kilometers, the bustling crowds have long disappeared, leaving only emptiness and silence.

The police cleared the area in advance in the name of a "safety drill" to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

In the center of this cleared land, Choi Min-ho, Park Woo-chul and Shin Mi-kyung, three foreign players from South Korea, were wearing complete protective clothing, with serious expressions, ready for battle.

At this moment, the three of them carefully carried a few black boxes and slowly walked towards a temporary encirclement made of hundreds of sandbags in front of them.

About 100 meters above them, a helicopter was hovering.

Inside the cabin, the crisis management team's chief and deputy chiefs, Li Yanming and Song Shijie, and consultant Professor Zhao Zhiren, all looked at the three South Koreans below.

This was the plan that the two sides discussed overnight: three South Koreans would personally test the DC-8 to see if there was any risk of subsequent leakage, and after the inspection was confirmed, the weapon would be sent out of the country as soon as possible.

After all, the weapons were developed secretly by their country, and naturally only they themselves know the detailed parameters and precautions.

Last night, Professor Zhao Zhiren only led a team to the scene to conduct a preliminary radiation test. He did not act rashly or open the suitcase that was hit by the bullet.

……

Inside the encirclement, the three of them slowly squatted down after seeing the suitcase placed in the center.

"let's start."

They each took out several sophisticated instruments from the black box and debugged them.

Park Woo-cheol held a tablet computer and signaled to his two partners: "The equipment has been synchronized with the National Intelligence Service Management Office and the Hong Kong Police Crisis Management Team. We can start at any time."

The former was a necessary procedure, and the latter was a compromise they had to make due to the strong request of Deputy Director Song Shijie.

After all, their reasons are impeccable: this concerns the safety of our Hong Kong homeland, so why can't we clearly understand the extent of your confirmation?

Choi Min-ho nodded and said to the camera: "February 2, Hong Kong, 7:9 am, Choi Min-ho of the National Intelligence Service, began to confirm the weapons program."

After some preliminary testing, the three confirmed that the radiation index of the suitcase containing the DC-8 was still 0.

Then they inserted a hose with a camera attached into the bullet hole.

Choi Min-ho looked at the image on the tablet screen and continued to report: "The camera shows that the suitcase contains weapons that appear to be from a DC-8. We must open the suitcase to confirm its integrity and authenticity."

Seeing that the National Intelligence Service and the three people on the helicopter had no objection, Park Woo-cheol carefully opened the briefcase.

The DC-8, a portable weapon that is said to be extremely powerful, has finally revealed its true appearance.

It is a cuboid with a volume of no more than 0.5 cubic meters and has complex metal patterns on it.

At this time, on the helicopter, Li Yanming and his colleagues were carefully looking at the DC-8 through the images synchronized from the tablet computer.

"Professor, you refused to assess the power of this weapon until you saw its true appearance. What about now?"

Li Yanming raised this question again.

Zhao Zhiren looked down at the beautiful scenery below through the window of the cabin. He paused for a moment before answering:

"Let me put it this way. If this thing really explodes, then everything we can see right now will vanish in an instant!"

His words were like a thunderclap, shaking Li Yanming's heart.

Song Shijie, however, remained calm. His later experiences had made him no longer blindly worship many so-called "experts".

He felt more and more that Professor Zhao Zhiren was really interesting.

This person said at the beginning that the box containing the DC-8 must not be hit by a bullet, but it was actually hit, and it was hit for unknown reasons.

Now, just by taking a look at the appearance of this weapon secretly developed by the two sticks, without any data support, Professor Zhao dared to conclude the power of this weapon.

Song Shijie didn't know much about nuclear weapons, but he could roughly estimate that to completely wipe out everything within sight from their current altitude, a very large equivalent would be needed. Could such a small DC-8 really do it?

He looked at Zhao Zhiren thoughtfully, then looked away without saying anything.

At this time, Choi Min-ho below was checking the appearance of the DC-8 while speaking to the camera: "It is confirmed that the appearance of this object is 8% similar to the DC-. It seems that the suspected weapon has not been officially activated. For safety reasons, I suggest confirming the connection with the suspected weapon."

Park Woo-cheol pondered for a moment and agreed.

Shin Mi-kyung felt something was wrong and immediately retorted, "Wait, besides officially connecting, is there no other way to confirm the authenticity of the weapon?"

Li Yanming's voice came over their headphones at the same time: "Mr. Cui, your National Intelligence Service did not inform us that the confirmation procedure is equivalent to launching weapons."

Choi Min-ho looked up at the helicopter and said, "Captain Lee, if this is a fake, the connection will not cause any harm; on the contrary, if it is authentic, I can set the weapon to off mode through the startup program to ensure safety."

Upon hearing this, Li Yanming looked at Zhao Zhiren, and seeing the latter nod slightly, he agreed to Cui Minhao's request.

Song Shijie did not object to this, but quietly picked up a sniper rifle.

Normally, there is a 99.99% chance that these three South Koreans would not do something as stupid as activating this weapon to launch a shark-like attack, but what if?

At an altitude of 200 meters, with a fixed target, he was very confident in his shooting skills.

Li Yanming and Zhao Zhiren looked at each other and smiled bitterly. This guy was really bold and presumptuous, but they also didn't believe that Song Shijie really needed to shoot.

As it turned out, the 0.01% low probability event did not happen. Shin Mi-kyung and Park Woo-chul took out the secret keys in their hands and started the DC-8, which was then manually shut down by Choi Min-ho. The whole process went smoothly.

The three people on the helicopter breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

It was only at this time that Song Shijie found out that the secret key to activate this weapon was kept by two different intelligence officers.

Then, a new question arises. If the Red Bandit is not absolutely sure that he can get both secret keys at the same time, then wouldn't this so-called super weapon DC-8 be like a useless piece of scrap?

As his doubts about this mysterious weapon grew deeper and deeper, Song Shijie couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity. There seemed to be countless intricate mysteries and traps hidden in this, and these puzzles must be solved to find the real answer.

……

Half an hour later, two hazardous materials handling vehicles and several police vehicles arrived at the scene.

Li Yanming, Song Shijie and Zhao Zhiren also got off the helicopter and walked towards the three South Koreans.

“This time we were able to retrieve the lost portable weapons, all thanks to the assistance of the Hong Kong police.”

"The convoy is ready, you can set off."

Cui Minhao and Li Yanming were about to shake hands and say goodbye, but a slightly older voice came from behind:

"Sorry, weapons can't go!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the person who spoke was a white-haired old man in a suit, and next to him stood a woman in a red dress with long hair.

Song Shijie thought to himself: It’s finally here.

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