Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

The sound of the body falling to the ground with a "thud" suddenly silenced the heated atmosphere at the scene.

All the Flying Tigers members' faces suddenly turned furious. Their gazes shifted from the mountain of money to the corpses, then turned murderously toward the window.

"head!"

"head!"

The Flying Tigers looked at their squad leader, who looked at Tao Ji, who looked at Zhong Deyue, who held the highest rank and was the on-site commander.

Zhong Deyue felt a chill run down his spine. As the on-site commander, he deserved the most credit for completing the mission, but he also bore the greatest responsibility if something went wrong!
Ordering a full-scale assault would not only result in heavy losses for the police, but also inevitably lead to heavy casualties among the hostages held by the criminals.

Does agreeing to these bandits' conditions guarantee the safety of the hostages?
If the bandits escaped, how would Wang Yaotang explain it? The lottery ticket he was holding was starting to feel like a hot potato.

Zhong Deyue subconsciously looked at Aji.

"Let's try to calm them down first," Aji said in a deep voice.

He was no longer the petty thug who used to follow Wang Yaotang around and slash people on the street. In the past few years, he had come into contact with all sorts of people and managed his business. Although he was taciturn, his personality had become more and more composed, and he did things methodically.

“We have a microphone in our car.”

Zhong Deyue rushed over to Toyota, grabbed the microphone, and shouted, "Listen up, you thugs inside! You're surrounded! You're killing hostages..."

Phil set up his M16, aimed it at the Toyota, and pulled the trigger. *Rat-a-tat*

Two bullets pierced through the two layers of the vehicle and hit the concrete ground. The flying debris hit Zhong Deyue's calf, startling him so much that he shrank back.

Ah-Ji looked up and said, "Tao sir, fire two shots as a warning. If we're too weak, they'll only take advantage of us."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Tao Ji's face. Without orders from above, firing the guns on their own would be a violation of regulations.

“With such a big fuss, we already have a tacit understanding with the police leadership. If there’s any pressure, Brother Yao will take it on for you. Even in the worst-case scenario, Umbrella Security Company has more than 1000 employees, plus 20 brothers, which we can easily support.”

Tao Ji turned his head and raised his chin. The guys below had been holding back their anger for a long time. Two Flying Tigers members released their safety, aimed at the window, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da"

"Da da da"

"Da da"

Bullets clattered against the concrete walls and windows. Startled, Phil hurriedly dodged behind a wall. "Damn it, is this Hong Kong or America?!"
Didn't they say that Hong Kong police officers don't dare to fire their guns?
They're just as ruthless as American police!
Lamb and Carl downstairs were also startled by the gunshots. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should return fire. If they fired, they would immediately reveal their position. There were only five of them, and they couldn't possibly compete with the police in terms of firepower.

Not to mention the target's men, whose firepower was even more ferocious!

Fortunately, the police stopped firing after only one round. Phil realized it was a warning shot and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly pressed the throat marker on his neck and whispered, "Don't shoot. I'll talk to them."

Zhong Deyue was also startled by the Flying Tigers' sudden firing. Whether or not to fire was a decision only he, as the on-site commander, could make. If this angered the rioters and led to the massacre of civilians...

Even a fool could tell that Ah-Ji was the one who gave the Flying Tigers their confidence. Damn it, they're putting themselves in a very dangerous position!
I wanted to go over and say something, but I was afraid that if I showed my face, I would be a disloyal subject to the Queen. Then I saw Ah Ji walking over normally. The thought of Wang Yaotang's brother dying here made me think...

"No, go back, be careful."

Ah Ji simply nodded and walked over calmly, but the thugs upstairs didn't dare to utter a sound. Zhong De, enraged, rushed upstairs and yelled, "You bastards didn't treat me like this just now! You sons of bitches, go ahead and shoot!"

“I remember the police only have two helicopters, right? They can’t be mobilized without orders from headquarters,” Aji asked.

Zhong Deyue immediately understood. Everyone has their own expertise, and he was just not good at negotiating. "Listen up, you thugs inside, the police only have two helicopters. I don't have the authority to deploy them. Just wait."

Phil frowned, wanting to kill another locust to show them what they were made of, but the police's recent counterattack made him afraid that it might actually provoke the police into launching a full-scale attack.

He tried peering out the window twice before finally shouting, "I'm giving you 20 minutes. I'm warning you, don't push me!"

Zhong Deyue let out a mocking "Heh," and thought, "Damn it, wasn't it supposed to be 5 minutes?"
"Pah!" Zhong Deyue spat, no longer afraid, and followed Aji back to the Flying Tigers.

With plenty of time, there was no rush to contact headquarters; otherwise, without any on-site arrangements, his tenure as a senior superintendent would be over.

"Can we launch a full-scale attack?"

“We can launch a strong attack.” Tao Ji glanced at the public housing building. “We don’t know how many rioters there are or where they are. If we launch a strong attack, it will inevitably cause casualties among the citizens. At the very least, the hostages inside will not be able to be saved. If we have to fight, it would be best to lure them out or evacuate them first.”

“Evacuation is impossible; many people won’t listen and will only argue with our people.” Zhong Deyue shook his head, drawing on his firsthand experience. “Can we set up snipers?”

"Yes, but it's impossible to wipe them all out at once. There are only two snipers in the team."

In 1978, with the help of the British SAS, the Hong Kong Police Force retrained the Flying Tigers. Its organizational structure included an administrative group, a training and support group, and an operations group. The operations group that carried out the front-line missions consisted of a land attack team and a water attack team, with a total of only 45 people.

The Flying Tigers already had half their manpower on site.

Then we'll have to fight outside," Zhong Deyue thought to himself, pondering how to report to headquarters.

“You retreat while he advances,” Aji suddenly said.

"Brother Aji, is there anything you want to say?" Zhong Deyue asked softly.

The police will never take orders from outsiders, but the opinions of major investors must be taken seriously.

"Except for the snipers, everyone else went into the public housing to force them to reveal their positions. Then we set up defenses outside the rooms. Ultimately, their desire to take hostages and demand the plane is just a way to survive. The tougher we are, the weaker they become. As long as we don't actually launch an attack, they won't dare to move. On the contrary, if they find that threatening us with hostages works, they will only become more demanding."

Ah Ji's gaze swept across the faces of the group. "Besides, too many people will see us shouting outside. The more people there are, the more chaotic the rumors will become. If we keep it within a small area, even if something really happens, we'll have a way to calm things down."

"By the way, we just received information that these six people are all Americans. We have obtained their personal information. The US police are very tough on rioters."

“I haven’t received any message from headquarters.” Zhong Deyue was taken aback.

"As soon as the incident happened, the security team sent people to the airport to check the entry and exit records."

Zhong Deyue pursed his lips. This security company was more professional than the police. Actually, considering that Wang Yaotang had made such a big fuss, he had helped a lot. Even if it cost a fortune to buy a horse bone, he would still make sure he was taken care of. So what was there to be afraid of?
Reassuring himself with this thought, Zhong Deyue suddenly felt more confident. "Tao Ji, set up sniper positions. The rest of you, enter the public housing and trap the rioters inside."

"Yes, Sir!" Tao Ji snapped to attention and saluted.

The 45 members of the Flying Tigers were elites handpicked from over 20,000 police officers. They possessed exceptional combat skills, discipline, and willpower. After days of training, they were itching for a showdown. From the moment the rioters opened fire on the hostages, they were eager to confront them head-on.

Those below are never afraid; what they are always afraid of is the command from above!
Phil had been watching the fully armed Flying Tigers closely. When he saw them storming into the apartment building, he panicked. "Fuck! Weren't we supposed to be negotiating?!"
"Stop, stop, damn it, get out of here or I'll kill the hostage!" Phil yelled, straining his neck.

Zhong Deyue finally saw through these American devils; they were all all show and no substance. "What are you shouting for? Can't you hear me? Someone is sending you a walkie-talkie. This is a final warning: if you dare to kill a hostage, then to ensure the safety of the other hostages, we will immediately launch a full-scale assault."

After leaving those words, Zhong Deyue contacted headquarters to report. It was impossible for a senior superintendent like him to handle such a major matter on his own. Of course, headquarters was also afraid that he would mess things up.

In the small conference room, via telephone, Zhong Deyue described the situation on site and his arrangements, but did not mention that Aji was on site. However, all the senior executives present could tell that something was wrong.

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police's 'weakness' in the face of criminals is merely a direct reflection of the will of the higher-ups. Now, Zhong Deyue's approach is too radical; it's obvious that someone has injected their own influence into the police force behind the scenes.

Kelvin glanced at Cabel, who had never been on the front lines and was unsure if something might go wrong. Cabel, however, had no choice but to give him a reassuring look.

The two remained silent, but Haywood showed no restraint. "Zhong Deyue, who gave you the audacity to give such an order? You've angered the rioters, resulting in numerous civilian casualties. Are you going to take responsibility?"

“Deputy Commissioner Heywood, can you guarantee that the thugs won’t continue to threaten the police by killing hostages after their threat to kill hostages has been effective?” Zhong Deyue retorted directly.

Having taken Wang Yaotang's money and guarantee, it was tantamount to siding with Kelvin's faction. How could he demonstrate his loyalty if he didn't take the initiative?

"You!" Heywood felt his anger flare up instantly. Insubordination! These damned yellow-skinned people!

“I’m in charge on site, so my word is law. Either Deputy Director Heywood dismisses me right now and sends someone else, or do you dare to take responsibility!” Zhong Deyue questioned loudly.

Ah-Ji had just quietly told him that the British withdrawal was because they themselves believed they couldn't protect Hong Kong anymore. With the British leaving and the Chinese advancing, the north has always adhered to the principle that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. How could the police force, a violent institution, still be in the hands of the British?

Wang Yaotang had just donated HK$1.2 million, which caused a conflict with the Hong Kong British government and resulted in the sacrifice of a land administration official.

Zhong Deyue is now very confident.

The small meeting room fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Haywood, which made him furious.

It's impossible for him to take responsibility. Why should he be held accountable for the mess Wang Yaotang created?
Being questioned like this by a senior superintendent made him too ashamed to sit there, while Kelvin and his gang almost burst out laughing.

Haywood gritted his teeth. "Damn it, you bunch of garbage-eating gophers who follow yellow-skinned people around, you don't deserve to be noble Anglo-Saxons!"

Seeing Haywood lower his head, Han Yili laughed inwardly and gave Kelvin a wink.

Kelvin and Han Yili are not from the same faction, but that doesn't stop them from working together to target that shameless mad dog, Haywood.

“Ahem, Zhong Deyue, headquarters has agreed to allocate a helicopter to you. First, the police must ensure the safety of the hostages. Second, the police will absolutely not compromise with the rioters,” Kelvin said in a deep voice.

Zhong Deyue: A bunch of sons of bitches, foreigners, wanting everything, telling you everything, come on!

"I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!" Zhong Deyue shouted.

Whether capitalism can actually be implemented is not important; what matters is that the slogans are shouted loudly.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Deyue wiped the sweat from his brow. The support from above wasn't easy to obtain; if he completely messed things up this time, then…

He can forget about advancing any further until the power is transferred.

Thinking about it, he turned his head and glanced at Aji beside him.

"The French SA365C-1 Dolphin helicopter has a climb rate of 7 meters per second. Don't worry, they won't be able to fly out," Aji said with a light laugh.

The Hong Kong Police Force does not yet own its own helicopters. The relevant flight missions are undertaken by the Royal Hong Kong Auxiliary Air Force (reorganized into the Hong Kong Government Flying Service in 1993), which actually provides support to the police.

In 1980, the Royal Hong Kong Auxiliary Air Force purchased three SA365C-1 helicopters to replace the existing 'Skylark III' helicopters. These helicopters were extensively modified in France and then transported to Hong Kong, where they were mainly used for search and rescue, port surveillance, and casualty evacuation.

SA365C-1最大速度306千米/小时，初始爬升率约420米/分钟，可搭载 1名驾驶员、1名操作员及 6-8名乘客。

"What...do you mean?" Zhong Deyue blinked.

Aji made a shoulder carrying motion.

When Zhong Deyue finally realized what was happening, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face filled with horror. "Have you gone mad?!"

Is it too late to get off the bus now?
Damn it, these lunatics!

After a long pause, Zhong Deyue said with a livid face, "I don't know anything."

“Of course.” Aji nodded emphatically. “I’ve never been here.”

After that, he turned around and left.

……

The Royal Auxiliary Air Force did not delay after receiving the request from the police department. They opened the hangar, towed the helicopter out, inspected it, refueled it, and prepared the pilot. Time passed slowly.

……

“These damn locusts are coming!” Carl shouted, pressing his throat. “Phil, you fucking said you were negotiating, but they have no intention of letting us go.”

"Phil, what should we do? Should we kill some of the hostages!" Lamb panicked as he watched the Flying Tigers rush in.

"Kill them, kill them now!" Karl roared, his face contorted with rage, pointing his gun at the woman and two children huddled in the corner of the room. The muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the woman's head.

The woman scooped up her two children. She couldn't understand what the foreigner in front of her was saying. Fear completely filled her mind. She wanted to scream but was afraid of scaring the two children, so she could only grit her teeth and keep her head down.

"No, Carl, you fucking calm down! If you fire, those guys will immediately launch a full-scale attack!" Phil shouted anxiously into the channel, his face flushed.

Joseph and Buford, one hiding to the side of the gate, the other pointing his gun at a 30° angle towards the main entrance.

“They’re up here, they have to do something!” Joseph shouted.

“Fuck you, Phil. You said they wouldn’t dare come up.” Carl’s neck veins bulged.

"I fucking never said that! I said negotiation! Don't you fucking understand negotiation? They're the police, the police!" Phil was already regretting letting Carl, that idiot, come downstairs. "Tens of thousands of police officers in a city, can you kill them all? How many bullets do you have!"

"Lam, Lamb, stop this idiot! He'll take us all to hell!"

"Karl, Karl, put down your gun!" Lamb rushed back from the window and reached out to grab Karl's gun.

"Hahaha, to hell? I'll send these locusts to hell first, you weak slug, you're fucking scared!" Karl roared madly.

Phil swung his fists twice to vent his anger, then took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, "Karl, listen to me, I'll get you all out of here, I swear."

"The target armored car is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He's a very wealthy man. Those politicians don't care about the lives of a few hostages. The reason we haven't continued the attack isn't because we have hostages, but because of public opinion. They're afraid of reporters and newspapers!"

"If we continue killing, it will only give those politicians an excuse to order a full-scale attack, and then we'll be finished!"

“I can’t give them a chance to fire. It’s like a powder keg right now. We’re both wary of each other. We occupy two floors, so they can’t possibly attack us all at once and take us all out. That’s why they won’t dare to make the first move. Those politicians are deliberately trying to provoke us into lighting the fuse, but as long as we don’t make a move, they can only shout and yell outside!”

"What we want is to get out of this damn place, by helicopter, not to kill a few hostages. There are hostages everywhere here, we can catch them anytime, that's not important. Hostages are just a bargaining chip!"

"You fucking coward, you coward, you'll get us killed, ahhhhh!" Karl roared a few times before putting down his gun. With nowhere to vent his anger, he kicked a child.

"Damn little locusts!"

"No!" The mother lunged forward, only to be kicked in the shoulder by Karl.

She endured the pain, pinning her two children beneath her, gritting her teeth as the beast kicked her in the back and head.

Lamb glanced at it and then ignored it, turning to walk to the door and listening intently.

Only after the elevator dinged did he shout, "Alright, Carl, come over here and keep watch." ...

The elevator doors opened, but no one was inside. Two dark gun barrels emerged from the fire escape. Then, the doors were gently pulled open, and two Flying Tigers team members jumped out from the left and right amidst a creaking and screeching sound. "Safe."

A group of ten people quickly sealed off the entire corridor, with five of them pointing their guns at the target room.

They placed a walkie-talkie at the door, knocked on it a few times, and immediately backed away. The squad leader shouted, "The walkie-talkie is at the door!"

They were trained by SAS, so they all speak fluent English.

Phil waited for about ten seconds, and seeing no movement outside, he opened the door a crack. Not daring to go out, he used a stick to pry the walkie-talkie in; the channel was already set.

"Where's the helicopter? It's been 15 minutes already. Don't say I didn't warn you."

“Phil, Carl, Lamb, Buford, Joseph, which one are you?” Zhong Deyue asked with a smile.

Phil's heart tightened.

"Do you know who you attacked?" The more the other party hesitated to speak, the more confident Zhong De became. "Wang Yaotang controls more than 200 nightclubs, monopolizes all audio-visual product businesses in Hong Kong, owns the first Chinese security company in Hong Kong and Macau, has more than 1400 security personnel, and has assets of over 100 million US dollars!"

"Don't you fucking scare me. So what if you're the President of the United States? You'll still die if you get shot in the head!" Phil shouted.

"Heh, whatever makes you happy." Zhong Deyue chuckled. "Who introduced you to him? Do you have a grudge against him? Does he want you dead?"

"Go to hell, you bug! If you talk nonsense to me again, I'll throw a kid down here right now! Right now, immediately, I need a helicopter!" Phil roared.

Joseph and Buford gritted their teeth and looked at Phil. They had been together for several years, and they could hear the tremor in his voice.

They had no idea their target was a billionaire.

In the United States, you can even shoot the president, but you absolutely cannot threaten the safety of a billionaire, or your whole family will die!
"Can you fly a helicopter?" Zhong Deyue asked casually.

"of course."

"How long does it take for a helicopter to go from leaving the hangar to taking off?"

Phil remained silent.

"You have the ability to kill hostages, but I don't have the ability to get planes here faster. All I can do is order a full-scale attack and let the bullets witness the victory or defeat. You choose. At worst, I'll just resign, and then a company will hire me right away. But you, your bodies will be sent to the morgue, and in the end... most likely, you won't have a chance to be cremated. Fertilizer or animal feed, who knows? Anyway, you're already dead, so you won't feel anything."

"You damned rats, fuck, fuck squid!" Phil was so angry that his face turned purple. He raised his hand as if to smash the walkie-talkie, but in the end, he put it down helplessly.

So what if he has a gun? So what if he takes hostages? All he wants now is to leave this godforsaken place, go back to America, and rip the middleman's head off and stuff it up his ass!

Downstairs, Tao Ji stiffly switched the walkie-talkie channel back; Zhong Deyue's words were just meant to scare the other party...

Right.

No wonder they sent a walkie-talkie up there; that way no one could hear it.

However, the outcome was positive; the rioters did indeed quiet down and stopped shouting about killing the hostages.

The two sides remained locked in a standoff until the sound of propellers could be heard on the horizon.

……

"Brother Ji."

Two Fords stopped below, the doors opened, and Hai Dazhao jumped out.

Aji nodded. "The helicopter will land here in a bit, and the police will force them to drop all the hostages. Then it's up to you."

"No problem, we brought four of them. It's a tight net, they can't escape!" Hai Dazhao said confidently.

"Dazhi, Dashe, you two go to the rooftops on either side. Dacang, Dabo, you two go to the sides of the street."

"Yes!"

40 fire:
Caliber: 40mm
Total weight: 5.6 kg
Overall length: 910 mm
Flame-breathing zone angle: 70 degrees

Initial velocity: 120 m/s

Scope: Basic direct sight

High-explosive fragmentation projectile: weighs 2.3 kg, and has an effective kill radius of 10-15 meters.

……

The sputtering of the helicopter's rotors put Phil and his group at ease; these police officers were still concerned about public opinion and didn't dare to launch a full-scale assault!
Carl roared with excitement, and Lamb, Buford, and the others smiled. Phil spat and grabbed the walkie-talkie, shouting, "Get the helicopter here! Immediately!"

"Is your brain full of shit? Do you think this is a remote-controlled toy? How can you expect to get down here?" Zhong Deyue cursed directly.

He realized that the more he cursed, the more obedient these American devils became; they were all fucking bastards!

“Son of a bitch!” Phil cursed. “Get your men out of here.”

"Impossible. You can bring the hostages down, but we police have to follow. Don't waste my time, you son of a bitch, you've already delayed my time off work."

"Fuck, fuck!" Phil stomped his feet angrily twice. The helicopter had arrived, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

"Take them with you and let's go."

Joseph had previously taken a few more hostages, but he couldn't take so many with him now. He reached out to grab the woman squatting on the ground, who was so frightened that she wet herself. Her legs were as weak as spaghetti, and she couldn't stand up at all. Enraged, Joseph kicked her and then grabbed the man next to her.

"Quick, don't waste time. Just bring three people. Unless they can kill us all in an instant, they won't dare to fire!"

The door opened, and the three hostages stood in front and behind them on both sides as the three men came out of the room.

There were five fully armed Flying Tigers soldiers at both ends of the corridor, each carrying an MP5. Phil and his two companions were covered in beads of sweat. "Back off, back off! Damn it, if you come any closer, I'll kill the hostages!"

With the hostage in tow, they walked to the elevator and pressed the button. The squad leader saw the rioters taking the hostage into the elevator and immediately led five men into the stairwell.

The elevator stopped downstairs again, and Carl and Lamb brought the hostages up as well.

The two teams rushed up from the 10th floor, just keeping pace with the elevator. They stood facing each other, neither daring to make any big moves that might cause a misunderstanding, and slowly moved towards the outside.

"Where's the helicopter, damn it!"

"Intersection, didn't you check the terrain before you came in? Or do you only have a three-minute memory? How can you be dumber than a pig!" Zhongde got more and more excited as he cursed, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment!

"Fuck you!" Phil gritted his teeth but was helpless. Carl, who was usually foul-mouthed, was also silent.

There were people all around, not just 20 fully armed Flying Tigers, but also those in black combat uniforms a little further away, all staring at them with murderous eyes. Phil had no doubt that once he ran out of bullets, he would be torn to pieces by these people!

Too many people!

It took Phil a full ten minutes to walk from the intersection to the helicopter that was parked on the ground, only when he finally saw it with his own eyes.

……

The intersection was completely blocked off by members of several Sheng Yi gangs, and reporters were swarming outside. Some jumped onto nearby cars to peer inside, while a few bolder ones walked up to them, saying, "I'm a reporter. The public has the right to know. Blocking the road is illegal. News is free..."

Gao Lishi tilted his head, and without even needing the 49th Regiment, several blue lanterns pounced forward, swinging steel pipes and smashing them, yelling, "Go to hell!"

"New my ass!"

"You bastard, you're asking for it!"

"You're so shameless! You dare to film anything? Go back and film your own mother!"

With a clatter, the surrounding reporters scattered, and the henchmen standing on both sides of the street rushed forward noisily, while the reporters holding cameras nearby hurriedly put their hands down.

"I didn't take any pictures! I didn't take any pictures at all!"

The reporters were all forced to squat on the ground. They dared to charge the police line, but they were very obedient in front of the thugs.

A dozen or so uniformed policemen were blowing their whistles, but their steps were as slow as snails. They were unwilling and dared not rush forward, even though there were more than ten times as many thugs.

……

Phil was about to board the helicopter when several Flying Tigers members blocked his way.

The propellers sputtered and chugled, making an extremely loud noise. Phil, his face grim, roared, "What do you mean?!"

The Flying Tigers didn't say anything, but their walkie-talkies started ringing again.

"You stupid pig, release the hostage."

“Impossible. I can release a few as a sign of sincerity, but I need to take one person on the plane to ensure their safety!” Phil suppressed his anger. These insults were just a way to provoke him, and he wouldn’t fall for it.

"Ha, did you grow up eating garbage? Did cockroaches eat your brains? What difference does it make to me whether one hostage dies or two or three? Don't test my limits, you idiot. Letting you go and having to pay with a helicopter has already tarnished my record. If you keep talking nonsense, then you can all die. Prove with your blood that the Royal Police will never compromise with any criminal or thug. Maybe that will give me a chance to get promoted!"

"Wait, wait, calm down, buddy, don't be impulsive!" Phil shouted. At this moment, he was afraid. The helicopter was right in front of them, and they could live in no time. He was more afraid that this guy would act impulsively. "If a firefight breaks out and a lot of people die, you will definitely not get promoted. Trust me, I will release the hostages immediately. Calm down, please calm down."

After putting down the walkie-talkie, Phil shouted at the Flying Tigers members, "Your commander is insane. He wants to force us into a firefight. He wants to pave his way to promotion with bloodshed. Listen, guys, once the guns are fired, we'll all die. A lot of people will die. Think about yourselves, think about your families. They'll be devastated if you die."

"No bullets, we want peace!"

Seven or eight Flying Tigers officers looked at Phil with strange expressions, feeling for a moment that the world was truly surreal, with the thugs who had just shot and killed people now advising them, the police, to calm down and be peaceful.

crazy!

The world has gone mad!

“Listen, guys, release the hostages now, then we’ll get on the plane. We’ll point our guns at each other, but nobody’s going to fire, okay? It’ll all be over soon, then we’ll all go home. Your families will have a delicious meal ready for you at home. Don’t let them know you’re dead,” Phil shouted.

Zhong De couldn't hear what the thug leader was shouting, so he switched to the internal channel: "What is he shouting?"

"He told us to calm down..." the squad leader said with a laugh.

"Ha!" Zhong Deyue laughed. "Tell them to release the hostages. Listen, after the plane takes off, run with the hostages as fast as possible."

The squad leader was somewhat confused, but he would carry out the commander's orders.

Lowering his gun and clearing the way, the squad leader waved his hand.

Phil breathed a sigh of relief and first nudged the hostage next to him, "Joseph, release the hostage and get on the plane for a check."

One of the Flying Tigers members immediately retreated with the two hostages.

Seven or eight minutes later, Joseph gave an OK sign.

One hostage was released and another was sent up. Phil stayed behind and boarded the helicopter backwards. Lamb and Buford stood at the door, pointing their guns at the Flying Tigers outside.

"Go!" Phil shouted as he jumped up.

"Let's go!" Zhong Deyue shouted just as loudly.

Hong Kong's streets are narrow, especially in Kwun Tong, the most populous district. Even the intersections are not very large, so Joseph didn't dare to take off at full speed.

Three seconds, five seconds, more than ten meters above the ground, as high as a five-story building.

About 30 meters apart on either side of the road, two people suddenly jumped out of the car, knelt down, picked up their tubes, and aimed. The helicopter could not see them from the front, but the surrounding citizens and police could see them clearly, and they were all so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Six seconds, seven seconds, eight seconds, the helicopter climbed to about the 10th floor and entered the minimum firing range.

Joseph adjusted the fuselage orientation, preparing to accelerate, when Phil, standing at the hatch, immediately saw the tube pointed at him and was instantly horrified: "RPG!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two plumes of white smoke rose up.

The warhead was visibly hurtling towards the helicopter, and it didn't seem to be moving fast, but before Joseph could react...

"boom!"

"boom!"

A giant fireball exploded in mid-air!

An overpressure of 0.3 MPa within a 5-meter radius causes internal organ rupture; 0.1 MPa within a 10-meter radius causes lung damage, auditory organ damage, temporary coma or disability; and shatters all glass within a 15-meter radius!

The helicopter crashed to the ground from the sky, exploding into another large fireball.

The Flying Tigers crouched on the ground, heads in their hands, their ears ringing and they couldn't hear anything. Their eyes were fixed on the burning helicopter wreckage. Damn it, they even used RPGs!

This is the city center!

He's gone mad! Wang Yaotang is ruthless!
Tao Ji and Zhong Deyue exchanged a glance and shouted in unison, "Fire! Put out the fire immediately! Evacuate the crowd! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" (End of Chapter)