"Xian Jiachang, if I catch him, I'll shoot him in the head!" Raymond cursed through gritted teeth, and immediately turned to Uncle Biao and said, "Uncle Biao, ask the headquarters to send colleagues from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Division over.
! Also call back Jiaju and the others from the Flying Tigers!"
After hearing this, Uncle Biao took the walkie-talkie and started giving orders without saying anything.
Not long after, a man with a big nose who walked a little outward came over with a few policemen wearing body armor, and a team of flying tigers wearing masks and fully armed.
"I won't say any more gossip, Ka Kui, you and Sir Zhou from the Flying Tigers formed an assault team and broke in from the underground parking lot. Then the troops split into two groups and the Flying Tigers attacked upward to rescue the hostages. Ka Kui
You go to the mortuary and guard the arsenal for me! Not a single fly can fly in! The army will arrive soon to support you. It will take ten minutes at most. You just need to hold on for these ten minutes!"
The commander of the Flying Tigers and the big-nosed Chen Jiaju responded in unison: "Yes sir!"
Then Lei Meng looked at Lin Zule and the bodyguards behind him, and said hesitantly: "Lin Sheng, you..."
Lin Zule smiled and interrupted Raymond: "Sir Lei, it is our duty as citizens to cooperate with the police. What's more, I have a friend in the hospital. I can't leave him alone."
Lin Zule just remembered that Jack seemed to be still in the hospital. In his desperation, he was just running away and forgot about him. But he couldn't let people join his camp and get a lunch box on the first day.
Without the Asian Flying Eagle, how can I still hunt for treasure? Looking for Indiana Jones? Or looking for Lara Croft?
If you want people to do their best for you, you can't just rely on profit.
Raymond's original intention was to ask Lin Zule to arrange a bodyguard to lead the way for Chen Jiaju and the others.
But now that Lin Zule said he wanted to go in person, he seemed to have no reason to stop him.
If it were other citizens, he would definitely not let it go, but the group of people in front of him had just been killed from inside. Just by looking at their appearance, you could tell that they were not good people.
The police are in urgent need of manpower now. It would definitely be a lot easier if they could have such a group of elite soldiers to help.
What Lin Zule said next made Raymond even more determined.
"Sir Lei, I assisted Sir Huang in solving the matter at the Grand Hyatt Hotel last time."
Yes, there is no reason why Huang Bingyao can hire him, but I, Raymond, can’t hire him, right?
Raymond's eyes instantly became firm and he said: "Lin Sheng, I'll trouble you about this matter. According to the regulations, I can't provide you with additional help, but the Central District Police Station will remember this favor.
, I, Raymond, also remembered it!”
Lin Zule immediately understood what Raymond meant. It's just that I can't give you a gun, but if you get it yourself, it's none of my business. There is no rule in Hong Kong City that citizens cannot fight back if they are shot.
After nodding, Lin Zule stopped talking nonsense and took a few walkie-talkies from Raymond and gave them to Li Jie and Wang Jianjun, who might need them later.
Then he got into a police assault vehicle and started preparing to enter.
When Raymond saw Lin Zule, Chen Jiaju and the Flying Tigers getting into the car, he immediately ordered an attack on the gangsters in the hospital.
Even if you miss, you still have to attract their attention to prevent them from blocking Lin Zule and others.
Under the cover of police firepower, the three assault vehicles successfully entered the underground parking lot. However, the car accompanying the Flying Tigers drove in, and the entrance was blown up by the gangsters with a howitzer.
Even if you regret and want to retreat now, it's too late. The only way is to kill them, clean up the gangsters, and rescue the hostages!
The weapons that Lin Zule and others had discarded when they left were still in the same place. After a few people got out of the car, they picked them up again.
The plainclothes team led by Chen Jiaju and the Flying Tigers both turned their heads and pretended not to see this scene.
After checking the weapons, Lin Zule led the group to move forward.
As soon as they entered the mortuary, they saw Song Zijie scurrying toward them with a coquettish movement and his head in his arms.
Behind him, Johnny Wang's men were holding micro-charges and AKs one by one, and the bullets were pouring out as if they were free.
I don’t know whether it was Song Zijie’s good luck or whether these people were all stroke masters. After fighting for a long time, they didn’t even receive any hair from Song Zijie.
After Lin Zule shook his head, he informed Chen Jiaju and the Flying Tigers about Song Zijie's identity through the intercom.
Then the Flying Tigers took the lead in launching the attack.
Johnny Wang's men didn't even notice that someone had sneaked in. They stood there one by one, as if waiting to be lined up and shot. Naturally, the people from the Flying Tigers would not be polite to them.
At this distance, basically one shot per shot.
Before the fleeing Song Zijie realized what was happening, those who were chasing him had already rushed into the street.
It wasn't until Lin Zule's teasing voice sounded in his ears that Song Zijie came back to his senses.
"Sir Song, are you okay?"
"Lin, Lin Sheng?"
Song Zijie looked at Lin Zule and his party who had returned, as well as the extra Flying Tigers and Chen Jiaju's plainclothes men.
Almost thought I was dreaming.
After Lin Zule and the others left just now, Song Zijie chased towards the place where the mad dog fled.
At the beginning, he used unexpected methods to kill several gunmen.
However, when these people discovered Song Zijie's existence, he was in trouble.
In the era of hot weapons, it was impossible for a single person to rush into battle, and the terrain of the hospital was not complicated. It was difficult for Song Zijie to hide, so he could only escape all the way back.
Within one day, Song Zijie, a naughty kid, had been severely beaten by society one after another.
The people in the arms smuggling group were not like the petty thieves he had caught before, who would not dare to move after being frightened with a gun.
Lin Zule stretched out his hand to help Song Zijie up and said: "Sir Song, your support has arrived. You will be needed to cooperate with them later. Can you support me?"
Song Zijie nodded vigorously. He was embarrassed enough just now. Although no one would blame him, after all, the big guy wouldn't be much better off than him when he encountered that kind of situation. But he was ashamed of himself! Of course he wanted to throw it away.
Get back your face.
"I'm fine!"
After Song Zijie responded, he came to Chen Jiaju and the commander of the Flying Tigers and saluted.
"Chai Wan Police Station Sha Zhan Song Zijie!"
Chen Jiaju returned the same greeting as the commander of the Flying Tigers and introduced himself.
"Central District Shisha (Police Station Sergeant) Chan Ka Kui!"
"Head of Team B of the Flying Tigers. Trainee inspector, nicknamed 'Little Tiger'!"
The files of members of the Flying Tigers are confidential, and their real names are rarely given even when operating with their colleagues.
Neither Song Zijie nor Chen Jiaju found it strange.
However, when Lin Zule heard this nickname, his face was a little moved.