Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

Kwun Tong, Yu Man Square Building.

The sky had just cleared, but the dilapidated tenement building was now shrouded in an even thicker gloom.

The hallway outside room 903 on the 9th floor was filled with a musty smell and the smell of gunpowder about to explode.

"Team B in position, goal-scoring team ready."

The captain of SDU B team issued a low command through a throat-vibration microphone. Six fully armed SWAT officers pressed themselves against the wall, holding their breath. The lead officer held a bulletproof shield, while the assault operative behind him switched the fire selector of his MP5 submachine gun to burst fire mode.

At the back of the line, the police photographer holding the camera was nervously adjusting the angle, trying to capture the moment of the "heroic goal-scoring" that was about to happen.

This should have been a textbook arrest with no suspense whatsoever.

But they didn't know that the world behind the door had already been transformed into a hell by Da Dong, the old soldier who crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Room 903 was empty at this time; He Yaodong and his men had already taken refuge in the mezzanine between the eighth and ninth floors.

In the center of the living room, two liquefied petroleum gas cylinders with their valves open sat quietly. The colorless and odorless gas silently filled every inch of the room.

At the doorknob, a fishing line as thin as a hair was attached to two Soviet-made hand grenades whose safety pins had already been removed.

This is the "gift" that Da Dong left for the police.

"Break down the door!"

"boom--!"

The SWAT team's heavy breaching hammer slammed into the security door!

The immense impact instantly shattered the lock. Just as the door sprang open, the fishing line was pulled.

"bite."

The firing pins of the two grenades bounced off with a very crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, the grenade detonated the high concentration of coal gas that filled the air!

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening roar ripped apart the morning in Kwun Tong!

A huge, orange-red fireball, mixed with shattered glass, concrete blocks, and the remains of a security door, spewed out from the windows and doorway of room 903 like an angry fire dragon.

The entire building was shaking violently!

The first wave of SWAT officers, who were standing at the door preparing to storm in, were instantly blown away by the terrifying blast wave! The shield bearer was blasted backward and crashed into the opposite wall, his bulletproof shield twisted and deformed.

"Team B is in ambush!! Explosion! There's an explosion!!"

The communication channel was instantly filled with painful groans and panicked shouts.

Almost simultaneously, Fang Jiexia was standing in front of the command vehicle, which had been specially decorated to look imposing for the live broadcast, facing the cameras of dozens of media outlets across Hong Kong, delivering her meticulously prepared "pre-battle mobilization speech."

"Ladies and gentlemen! This is the first minute of the operation!"

It's ATV's interview time. On-location host Liu Yu is holding a microphone, with the heavily guarded building in the background. She's speaking in an extremely passionate tone:

"As you can see, our Flying Tigers are in incredibly high spirits! They're like a sharp dagger, already plunged into the heart of evil!"

The camera then pans to Fang Jiexia standing to the side.

At this moment, Fang Jiexia faced the camera with a confident smile that exuded a sense of complete control. She had just put on makeup and looked radiant.

"Inspector Fang, are you confident about this operation?" the reporter asked.

Fang Jiexia nodded slightly and said to the millions of viewers across Hong Kong, "Of course. The mission of the Royal Hong Kong Police is to dedicate our lives to protecting the peace of Hong Kong! No matter how vicious the criminals we face, we will..."

The word "将" was not finished yet.

"boom----!!!"

The previously silent building behind us suddenly erupted in a terrifying cloud of black smoke and flames on its 9th floor! The massive explosion even shattered the windows of several nearby police cars!

Immediately afterwards, countless pebbles and burning curtains fell from the sky, crashing into the cordon area.

"ah!!!"

The reporters on the scene were thrown into chaos. The cameras that had been set up were shaken and tilted all over the place, and screams erupted everywhere.

Fang Jiexia's face turned deathly pale in that instant. Her meticulously crafted script didn't include a scene where "the building was blown up"!

This is practically a live slap in the face! And the kind of slap that makes your face swell up!

But Fang Jiexia, as expected of a strong woman who could stand out among men, displayed exceptional political acumen and quick thinking after only a fraction of a second of surprise.

She didn't run away, or even bend down to avoid it.

She grabbed the wobbly microphone in front of her, forced herself to calm down, and shouted into the camera in a voice even louder and more impassioned than before:

"Don't panic, everyone!!"

"This is the bandits putting up a last-ditch resistance! But this is exactly what we expected! This precisely proves the extreme danger of this gang of bandits, and also proves the necessity of our police's swift operation!"

"The situation is completely under control! The Flying Tigers just reported to me that they have completely subdued the criminals, and there have been no casualties among the police or residents. Please trust the police; the battle will be over soon!"

While spouting nonsense that even she herself didn't believe into the camera, Fang Jiexia discreetly pressed her earpiece and gave a quiet command to the backstage production team:

"Cut out all the footage of the Flying Tigers being blown up, not a single second of it! Replace it with the prepared establishing shots! Or footage of Director Han directing operations from inside the building! Now!!"

"Tell the Flying Tigers to keep a low profile! Anyone who dares to embarrass the police force again, I'll skin them alive!"

……

Inside the corridor of Yuminfang Building.

While Fang Jiexia was desperately trying to cover up the lie outside...

Inside the building, everything was in complete chaos.

The smoke and dust from the explosion filled the entire corridor, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

"Cough cough cough... Let's go! Let's go quickly!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Flying Tigers were thrown into disarray by the booby traps and temporarily rendered incapable of fighting, they seized the opportunity.

Da Dong, along with Ba Zhong and Fei Gu, three ruthless thugs with faces covered in soot and looking disheveled, were covering their mouths and noses and frantically scrambling down the stairs along the emergency exit like frightened rats.

"Brother Dong! Where are we going?!" Fat Aunt asked breathlessly, carrying a bag of detonators wrapped with duct tape.

"Let's get to the first floor! While things are in chaos upstairs, let's rush down! Otherwise, we'll be trapped here!" Da Dong gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with malice.

The three of them ran down the stairs and quickly reached the corner between the second and first floors.

Da Dong suddenly stopped in his tracks, pressed himself against the wall, and glanced out through the stairwell window.

Upon seeing this, Da Dong's heart sank completely.

At the entrance to the lobby on the first floor, PTU mobile units holding riot shields were densely packed together, like a yellow and black iron wall, blocking the exit so tightly that not even a fly could get out!

Moreover, there are riot shields set up outside, facing the main gate!

"Damn it! We can't get out!" Da Dong slammed his fist on the wall. "The front gate's blocked! These cops are trying to burn us alive!"

So they had no choice but to go up, trying to reach the rooftop.

"Boss, the Flying Tigers upstairs have come down too!" No. 8 Middle School was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"Don't panic!"

Da Dong's qualities as a reconnaissance soldier were on full display at this moment. He looked around and pointed to a window at the end of the third-floor corridor.

It was a balcony window of a family. Because it was an old-style tenement building, the family hadn't closed the window properly for ventilation, and even opened an escape hatch in the security bars.

"Climb over there! Take this family hostage!" A ruthless glint flashed in Da Dong's eyes. "With hostages, we can negotiate with that bitch Fang Jiexia! We'll get her to prepare a car for us!"

"Walk!"

Without any hesitation, the three of them crouched low and stealthily huddled along the wall, slipping to the half-open window.

Everything was done in silence.

Da Dong cautiously peeked out and glanced into the room.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn, so you couldn't see anything clearly, but you could hear the television.

"Listen up," Da Dong turned to his two brothers, gestured, and said in a low voice, "Everyone, move fast! The moment you climb in, draw your guns and subdue everyone inside! Whether they're old or young, as long as they're alive, point a gun at their heads!"

"Understood!" No. 8 and Fatty nodded, gripping their Black Star pistol and AK tightly.

"Three, two, one... Go!"

Da Dong suddenly pushed off the windowsill and nimbly vaulted onto the balcony like a raccoon. Immediately afterward, Ba Zhong and Fei Gu followed suit.

"Don't move!!!"

"Robbery!! Anyone who moves will be killed!!"

As soon as Da Dong landed, he immediately raised his AK-47 and let out a deafening roar, trying to intimidate the homeowner with his imposing presence.

however.

When his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he could see the scene before him clearly.

Da Dong's roaring mouth froze in mid-air, extremely embarrassed.

Time seemed to freeze completely in that one second.

This is indeed an ordinary residential living room.

However, those three "ordinary citizens" sitting on the living room sofa seemed... a little unusual.

At this moment.

Ye Guohuan was wearing a white old man's shirt, shorts, flip-flops, and had half a roast goose leg in his mouth.

To his left, Akin was shirtless, holding a deck of cards.

To his right, Ah Zhong was sitting cross-legged, holding a can of beer in his hands.

This was originally an extremely harmonious "picture of everyday life in the city".

but.

In the arms of the three men were three gleaming Soviet-made AK-47 assault rifles, fully loaded with drum magazines!

On the coffee table in front of them, besides playing cards and roast goose, there were four or five bright green pineapple grenades and several spare magazines filled with bright yellow bullets!

The moment Da Dong climbed over the wall.

Ye Guohuan and his two thugs, who were watching the live TV broadcast and even cheering for the "Da Dong Brothers," were startled by the unexpected intruder.

Out of professional instinct.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Three extremely crisp and uniform sounds of the bolt being pulled back rang out!

Three dark gun barrels instantly rose and pointed with extreme precision at the foreheads of Da Dong and his two companions who had just landed and were not yet on their feet.