The time difference between Hong Kong and London is eight hours.

Nalan Baichuan, who couldn't sleep at night, stepped into the large terrace connected to the bedroom, looked up at the bright starry sky, and his heart fluctuated, this night was very crucial.

If the people from all walks of life who spent 30 million dollars can complete the task, he can become the real master of the Honghai Group, if not, he will be ruined and die.

It's also good to be an idle rich manNalan Baichuan sighed, these days he is planning to harm his relatives, he is physically and mentally exhausted, he is worried, and he doesn't fight for power and profit.

It's just that there is no turning back from the bow, and now he can only continue to endure the torment of various emotions in his heart and wait patiently for news.

Thousands of miles away.

Sham Shui Po, in front of the entrance of 14K Hall, in broad daylight, the bandits committed murder, so frightened passers-by that they hugged their heads and ran away, but fortunately, the masked militants did not kill innocents indiscriminately, but it was not that they had good intentions and killed people other than the target, for them it was a waste of energy and resources, and it was a pure loss-making deal.

More than 20 people, alternately covered, approached the bulletproof Humvee where Nalan Hai was hiding, and played a dense barrage in order to suppress the "bodyguards" behind the car.

The original brand new row of black Humvees was mottled with bullet marks in an instant.

In the car, Nalan Tongtong huddled under the seat with his head in his arms, his little face was pale, shocked and hated, shocked by the attack in broad daylight, and hated the madness of his uncle Nalan Baichuan.

Nalan Hai crawled in front of Nalan Tongtong, knowing that the killer was coming at him, wondering what this was for, so he asked Nalan Tongtong if he knew the reason for the Dao.

"Dad, I'll tell you when your memory is restored." Nalan Tongtong tactfully avoided her father's question.

By the car door, Yang Chen clenched two loaded Glock pistols, stood up straight with a cruel smile, suppressed the sniper on the roof with his right hand, and killed the approaching militants with his left hand.

Dual-minded, unhurried.

The snipers lurking on the roof of the 12-story apartment building were not only suppressed, but were shot three times in the right shoulder and right chest, and at the same time, the militants who were approaching the Humvee fell one after another, most of them were shot in the eyebrows.

Yang Chen's men also took the opportunity to counterattack, and more than half of the more than 20 militants were killed or wounded, and the rest were scattered and hid like frightened birds.

On the rooftop, Tony was dumbfounded.

The number one killer in Southeast Asia is naturally not bad at eyesight, and the "black-clothed bodyguard" counterattack level is so high that it is comparable to several top special forces in the world.

He and his people are by no means opponents.

Where is the sacredness A huge question mark appeared in his mind, such a high-level bodyguard must have a very deep background, which may involve the military of a big country.

Lying on the edge of the roof, he used his communication equipment to warn his subordinates not to act rashly, and when he raised a small but delicate telescope to observe, a familiar face entered the field of vision, and immediately thought of a person.

Saber!

The devil who brought him lingering nightmares.

A bloody siege many years ago, he still remembers it vividly.

At that time, he had just debuted, with the master who had the reputation of Asia's No. 1 killer intercepting prey, and several other people cooperated, including more than a dozen top agents of the CIA in the United States.

The people who participated in the siege were full of confidence and did not think that anyone in the world could single-handedly pierce the net they had laid, but the saber perfectly illustrated the meaning of the strong in the southern subtropical rainforest with its blood-stained saber.

Of the forty-two, only two are alive.

One person quit halfway, and the other person died because of his master's strength, fighting for a glimmer of life for him, and he was lucky to live to this day.

The majestic back of the saber, the cold eyes, and the handsome and ruthless face were deeply rooted in his mind, and at this time, with the help of the telescope, he witnessed the familiar face again, in the hot summer, the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, trembling, breathing uncontrollably, gradually shortened, and flustered.

"Withdraw, withdraw immediately!"

Tony roared and gave orders, and the unspeakable fear destroyed all his thoughts, running, running as far as possible, 10 million dollars, the prestige he had won for many years, and his ambition to avenge his master's hatred, all annihilated in his astonishing glance, and the killer mercenaries left behind, in just two minutes, turned into crooked corpses one after another.

The shootout on the street alarmed the people in the gym, and Ryuzo led the people to guard the exit so as not to be attacked by the enemy, while the people of 14K and Katsuwa hugged me and squeezed into the floor-to-ceiling glass window to peek out.

The bloody and tragic shootout, the corpses scattered all over the place, Yang Chen, who stood proudly on the street with guns in his hands, and the Arctic fox warrior who replenished the guns for the undead killer mercenaries, stimulated the spectators in the gym one after another.

The mourning biao who had learned Yang Chen's methods performed slightly better, and the faces of the seven eldest brothers in 14K were as earthy as earth, and they were shocked and glad that Yang Chen didn't take them seriously.

Those brave and ruthless people in the two major societies were shocked for a long time, and they recalled how arrogantly they tore off their shirts and bare their arms and attacked others just now, how self-defeating.

Sirens sound from far and near.

The police helicopter appeared in the air, circling back and forth, and the people in the cabin repeatedly shouted through the megaphone, "People down there, put down your guns and lie on the ground with your head in your hands, or we will shoot you!" ”

On the ground, a large number of PTU officers wearing berets blocked and cleared the surrounding area, the SDU (Flying Tigers), an elite combat force of the Hong Kong police, appeared, and a number of sniper teams seized the nearby commanding heights, while the commandos slowly approached from both ends of the old street under the cover of bulletproof shields and armored vehicles, compressing the activity space of Yang Chen and others.

In the gym, almost all the 14K people stared at Yang Chen, curious about how Yang Chen, who was blatantly murderous, would solve the police's strong attack, if it was any of them, even if He Sheng and his family were mourned, there were only two possibilities to be caught or resist at the risk of death.

Outside the cordon, a large number of backbone personnel of O Ji hurriedly arrived, led by Song Zihao and Li Wenfang, dozens of people were all wearing body armor and carrying M4 carbines with scopes.

"Zihao, the scene has been taken over by the SDU, and your people are on standby as a reserve for the time being." Deputy Commissioner Koo Lap-yan, the deputy commissioner of the police force who was in charge of the scene command, tactfully prevented the O-Kee officers from joining the assault.

Song Zihao nodded in agreement.

To deal with the mysterious militants with the combat quality of professional soldiers, SDU is more professional and has more advantages, Li Wenfang was not convinced, and he wanted to fight on the basis of reason, but was stopped by Song Zihao with his eyes.

The two followed Gu Liren into the command vehicle, which was equipped with a computer that connected multiple monitoring probes on the scene and could also control the rotation of these cameras.

The area where the fierce shootout took place just now was displayed on the computer screen, and Li Wenfang bent down to examine the pictures one by one, suddenly stunned, and immediately excited.

Jody.

The culprit who came to Hong Kong two years to stir up trouble.

Now it is he who is brazenly trampling on Hong Kong laws.

Li Wenfang turned around and walked out with a smile in her eyes, pulling the bolt as she went, loading the bullet, and going to fulfill her oath to bring Yang Chen to justice with her own hands.

"Where are you going?" Song Zihao asked in surprise.

"I'll get him." Li Wenfang replied categorically.