In the superintendent's office of the Western Police Station, the windows had been shattered by bullets, and several bodies lay on the ground, pooled with blood. The British superintendent hid under his desk and shouted over the walkie-talkie next to him: "West District, West District, do you hear that? There are also bandits in Wanhe Restaurant, with heavy firepower, asking for help!

"fuck!" the British superintendent burst into tears, holding the phone, like holding a life-saving straw, "Sir, come and save me! I don't want to die! Wow——!"

"John, calm down, calm down, the first thing you need to do is to command! Your men are watching you!"

“......”

Reluctantly hanging up the phone, Superintendent John grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled hysterically: "Listen, rush out for me——!!"

And the gate of the Western District Police Station is also in a mess. The violent explosion blew up two police cars and blocked the gate. The only good thing is that the roads around the police station are wide, so you can choose to go out in the other direction.

However, the police here feel that they are all beeping dogs in their hearts, and almost all the inspectors directly under them go to get boxed lunches, and the ghost guy at the top is even more mentally disturbed, and he only knows how to shout: "Chong Chong Chong! Hit your lungs, with such powerful firepower, and there is no command, how can we rush?"

The firepower here is really fierce, in addition to a few sniper rifles and rifles, there are actually two machine guns. And the machine gun is not strafing at all, it is actually a point fire, that is, concealed, and accurate shooting. In the police station, there are no policemen rushing out, and the dead and injured comrades lying on the ground outside remind them to cherish life!

And Superintendent John was still crying bitterly holding the phone: "Sir, I want the Flying Tigers! I want the British army! There are no bandits outside at all! They are the army coming in ——! north——! we are going to surrender——!......"

......

In a small shop in Wan Chai, two patrol officers threw down a few banknotes and half a bowl of wonton minced noodles and ran out. And the older policeman behind him grabbed the young policeman in front of him: "Bo Zai, wait!"

"Uncle Li, there's a shootout over there, let's support?" Bo Zai looked puzzled, but slowed down.

"Listen to Uncle Li. Uncle Li looked left and right, and found that no one was paying attention, so he said in a low voice, "Running like this on the street, our military uniform is equivalent to the Hades who recruit bullets." Keep up, follow me!"

Bo Zai looked nervous, and followed Uncle Li's footsteps, Uncle Li was really familiar with the road, walking through the alleys and shops, and constantly approaching the direction of Wanhe Restaurant. However, when they were just about to run out of the back door of a shop, Uncle Li suddenly stopped and pulled Bo Zai back to shrink back.

At this moment, an assault car braked sharply and stopped in front of the barricade. Gunfire erupted on the side of the road, and the windows of the assault vehicles were shattered. Suddenly, two figures appeared, throwing two grenade bullets into the car. "Bang, bang", there were two muffled sounds, and billowing white smoke came out of the assault car......

Bo Tsai was already in a cold sweat with fright, and the hand holding the gun was trembling violently. Uncle Li was also sweating, stabilized Bo Zai's hand, and said eagerly: "Listen to Uncle Li, think about your family." Don't shoot, six bullets against a rifle, that's looking for death. When other reinforcements come, we'll mix it up. ”

"Oh oh!" Bo Zai was already a master of the six gods, and nodded again and again......

......

At this time, the mansion area in Mid-Levels was already densely populated with police, and in the peripheral area, the Hong Kong Flying Tigers had already been fully dispatched and set up a cordon.

In the inner circle, almost all the senior British police officers were present at the scene, directing the rescue of the expatriate mansion area that had been bombed into rubble. Listening to the casualty report, the British Commissioner of Police was furious: "Actually using artillery? That's a terrorist! I want to give an explanation to the Governor of Hong Kong, and you have to give me an explanation!"

As soon as he turned his head, the Commissioner of Police saw the captain of the Flying Tigers again, so he shouted: "You mobile units must absolutely guarantee the safety of this place! You must not let the upper echelons of Hong Kong be frightened again! Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the captain of the Flying Tigers immediately straightened up, but he thought in his heart, "Do you want my brothers to fight hard?"

The Hong Kong Flying Tigers are a well-known SWAT force. There are two reasons: Hong Kong, the film propaganda of Oriental Hollywood, has become almost as famous as the Tibetan mastiff in the later Internet era; in the course of more than 40 years since its establishment, it has shed blood, been wounded, and then ...... Holds the record of zero kills of bandits. Oh, there are also bandits who died, that is, they were rushed into the house by the Flying Tigers, and under the random shooting, the bandits were unharmed...... Committed suicide?

Well, if you have the courage to fight criminals, you can't be too mean. Anyway, this is a glorious and benevolent SWAT force. Today, however, this unit is being used in the "most critical" location -- to protect the safety of Hong Kong's foreign elites, wealthy people, and high-ranking police officers.

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And in Wanhe Restaurant, Jianguo they have rushed into the door. At this time, most of the younger brothers on the first floor were knocked to the ground, and the hall was already covered with blood, and most of the rest raised their hands and knelt in surrender.

Suddenly, a figure flew towards Jianguo, holding a sharp knife in his hand, wanting to fight as a trapped beast. And Jianguo flicked the butt of his gun, knocked the man on the chin, knocked him to the ground, and then unhurriedly put a bayonet on the muzzle of his gun.

This pause gave a glimmer of hope to the few people who surrendered, and they rushed to the establishment of the country. Unexpectedly, Jianguo stepped back with a gun, and then the standard assassination action: "Kill ——!" The person in front of him was stabbed in the chest.

Jianguo then blocked the dagger on the side, and turned his wrist and stabbed again: "Kill ——!"

When he pulled out his bayonet, Jianguo took advantage of the situation to smash the butt of his rifle on the forehead of the man on the side, knocking the man to the ground. Then the bayonet went down and stabbed down fiercely: "Kill ——!"

The gunshots around him kept rang out, and the remaining few people were all killed by bullets. The companion behind him quipped: "Brother Jianguo, do you have bullets and don't use them, and you still fight bayonets?"

Jianguo laughed: "I haven't warmed up for a long time." Our light infantry tactics are invincible in the world within 100 meters! Hahaha!"

"Stop playing. Get out of here!" shouted someone outside the door. So Jianguo, as soon as they put away their guns, they all rushed to the outside of the restaurant.

And the water guys on the top floor were all shocked and inexplicable. They were thinking, "Why are you leaving?"