The Hunter's Path: Starting as a constable, ascend to the Old Ones.

Chapter 133 Infiltrate, Infiltrate, Infiltrate

"Chief, we have reached the back of the mountain. We can have the Flying Tigers launch a feint attack to draw the attention of the terrorist snipers and cover my infiltration."

Lu Ming went around to the back of the mountain. This place was usually deserted and overgrown with weeds, which provided perfect cover for their movements.

He had the commissioner cover for him over the earpiece walkie-talkie.

"I'll arrange it right away."

As soon as the director replied, a burst of intense gunfire erupted at the school gate.

"Walk."

Lu Ming waited a moment, then got up and rushed towards the air-raid shelter on the back mountain.

Skill: Stealth!

Skill mimicry!

Skill: Eagle Eye!

He activated all three skills in an instant, his whole body twisted, and he "disappeared" from the spot as if he had been erased from the world.

Of course, he didn't really disappear; he simply blended into his surroundings, making him undetectable.

At this moment, even a sniper would have a hard time spotting him with the naked eye.

Lu Ming crossed a ditch and quickly arrived at the air-raid shelter. In an instant, his eagle-eye view gave him a clear view of the entire shelter.

It was completely empty inside; it was safe.

He plunged into the passage and reached the end in a few steps. There was an iron gate there, which was usually locked, but it had been opened at this moment.

When Zhou Xingxing told Lu Ming about this passage that day, Lu Ming instructed Zhou Xingxing to pry open the iron lock on the air-raid shelter in case of emergency.

Now, it comes in handy.

"Chief, I have successfully infiltrated and can proceed with the next step of the plan."

"receive."

"What are these Hong Kong Island police officers doing? They had such heavy firepower, we thought they were going to launch a full-scale assault, but they just fired a few shots and then retreated. Are they playing us for fools?"

Ross looked at the bewildered Flying Tigers, unable to figure out their intentions for a moment.

"Whatever they do, we have the hostages and the initiative. After so many setbacks, I think it's time to talk to them."

"you're right."

Ross nodded, picked up a microphone, and used the school's loudspeaker to address the Hong Kong Island police directly, "Officers, we've exchanged fire so many times, can't we stop and talk?"

"Our goal is simple: to get the British government to release the leader of our organization. Once this goal is achieved, we will immediately release the hostages and withdraw from Hong Kong Island."

"Uncle Biao, it's your turn to step in."

Upon hearing the announcement over the loudspeaker, the director immediately ordered Uncle Biao to take charge of the negotiations in an attempt to buy time.

"Ka-Kui, you're in charge of protecting Uncle Biu's safety."

"Yes, sir!"

Chan Ka-kui saluted, then selected a group of men from the riot police and had them put on bulletproof vests and raise riot shields to cover Uncle Biu as he went to negotiate.

Uncle Biao swallowed hard, braced himself, and stepped onto the stage. He raised the megaphone and shouted, "Listen up, kidnappers inside! The Hong Kong Police Force will never compromise with any evil. Your best option is to come out and surrender. There is no death penalty in Hong Kong. Surrender and you can save your lives."

"Oh, I didn't expect you guys to be so tough at a time like this. Don't force me to kill someone."

Seeing Uncle Biao's tough tone, Ross snorted coldly, wondering if he should make an example of him and give the Hong Kong police a little "surprise".

"Ahem, let's talk this out. It's normal for you to make an offer and I to counter it during negotiations. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

Do you need us to deliver boxed lunches to you? Let me tell you, the roast meat rice dishes on Hong Kong Island are really delicious; you should try them.

Uncle Biao chatted casually, making small talk, trying to prolong the time as much as possible.

"Heh, I know exactly what you police are up to. You're either having officers pretend to be food deliverymen to sneak into the school building, or you're poisoning the food—let me tell you, we won't fall for it."

Ross sneered, instantly "seeing through" Uncle Biao's intentions.

Uncle Biao thought to himself, "You're overthinking things." He coughed lightly and said, "My foreign friend, please don't misunderstand us. We are negotiating with you in good faith and with goodwill."

"We have only one demand: release the leader of our organization."

"Regarding this matter, we have submitted a request to the British Prime Minister's office, and the Prime Minister replied that he agrees in principle to release the leader of your organization, but a meeting is needed to persuade the leaders of other government departments to agree and sign off on it —"

Uncle Biao pretended to look troubled.

"Hmph, stop stalling for time. We're not buying it."

Ross gave a cold laugh and cut to the chase, "I'm giving you half an hour. In half an hour, you must hear concrete news of our leader's release, or you can expect to be collecting the corpses of our hostages!"

"Wait, wait, half an hour is too short. The entire process from the British government's meeting to the decision to release the prisoner takes at least two hours."

Uncle Biao was taken aback when he saw that the terrorists had given him thirty minutes right off the bat, and he quickly tried to buy more time.

"Two hours is too long, one hour—I'll only give you one hour, so you'd better make the best of it."

After a brief discussion with the others, Ross issued an ultimatum.

"One hour—I hope Ah Ming can rescue them!"

Uncle Biao was sweating bullets for Lu Ming.

Fortunately, an hour should have been enough to reach the cafeteria where the hostages were being held, but he wasn't sure if he could rescue them.

If Lu Ming's rescue attempt fails, they will have no choice but to launch a full-scale attack.

Because the Hong Kong Island police never sent any information about the kidnapping case to the British government from beginning to end.

Therefore, the terrorists cannot wait for news of their organization's leader's release.

"Raymond, we need to prepare for the worst."

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Uncle Biao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I see."

The director looked serious as he gazed at the distant teaching building, secretly praying that Lu Ming would successfully rescue the hostages, otherwise his career would be put on hold.

"Alright, I'll go talk to them again. Since we can't stall for time, we'll at least try to get their attention."

Uncle Biao took a deep breath, picked up the megaphone again, and said, "Foreign friends inside, do you have any other requests? As long as you don't harm the hostages, we can try our best to meet them."

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"roll!"

"Okay!"

Uncle Biao was speechless. These foreigners were too ungrateful. He was going to bring his men in and slap them both across the face.

"Ka-Kui!"

Meanwhile, Ah Mei, who was at work, also saw Chen Jiaju on TV. She was immediately filled with worry, but there was nothing she could do but silently pray that Chen Jiaju would return safely.

Then he called Serena for comfort.

The two women shared a common voice on the matter, sighing and praying for their men over the phone.

"The commander has been replaced, and they have already begun their operation—Lu Sir, return safely!"

When Lok Wai-ching saw Uncle Piu and Chan Ka-kui appear at the news department of Asia Television, she immediately realized that their ATV report had taken effect, and the police senior management indeed temporarily changed the on-site commander.

This means that the current on-site commander is the Commissioner of the Central Police Station.

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As Lu Ming is a capable lieutenant of the Central Police Station Chief, he will inevitably be sent out to rescue the hostages.

This group of terrorists is armed with heavy weapons, so the rescue operation will inevitably be fraught with danger.

Thinking about this, Lok Hye-jung was unsure whether her decision to help was right or wrong.