Yang Zhaohui's death was very sudden. Almost at the moment when the criminal raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, a bullet penetrated his forehead and he stumbled to the ground.

"Sir Yang!"

"Sir Yang!"

Several police officers from the explosion protection team widened their eyes and yelled.

Immediately stabilize Yang Zhaohui.

However, Yang Zhaohui was shot in a fatal position in the forehead, and there was basically no possibility of treatment.

He was seen lying in front of several police officers from the explosion protection team, his eyes began to blur, and his nose was slightly lifeless.

In action.

A second inspector-level officer died.

And the operation commander died!

This surprised Sir Zhuang in front of the TV...

Manager Han in the director's office, Lu Minghua in the command car, and other citizens watching the live broadcast of the operation were even more amazed

At this moment, the criminals haven't been captured yet.

The explosion-proof team's attack turned into chaos.

Chen Yiyuan put away his gun and ducked.

Zhang Chun dragged a little girl in front of him and walked to the bedroom door. He lifted the little girl to his chest with his arm, put the muzzle of the gun against the little girl's head, stood at the door and shouted: "Put down the gun!"

"I have a hostage!"

"There are real hostages!"

At this time, the anti-riot police officers in the apartment lobby were shocked, raising their muzzles high, and the palms holding the guns were trembling slightly.

"Crash!" In the Commissioner's office, the Police Commissioner swept away a lot of documents on the table, stood up with support on the table, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

"Why are there hostages? Real hostages!" Han Hanli clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

"Don't shoot."

"Don't shoot..."

"She is my daughter..."

"Sir, don't shoot... We are dependent on each other and are tenants in the apartment. Please don't shoot..." Lin, the fat man, cried sadly, raised his hands, and stood next to Zhang Chun step by step, begging with trembling cheeks.

Said: "Don't shoot..."

One by one, the bomb squad police officers put down their weapons and began to slowly exit the apartment.

They finally broke into the apartment at the cost of more than a dozen casualties. No matter how many more casualties they incurred, they could kill all the criminals in the room with just one attack.

By then the casualty data will be a bit uglier.

The mobile unit is still the winner.

Now the criminal has a hostage...

Overturn everything and start over.

Moreover, because the operation was being broadcast live, the police officers of the explosion protection team wore cameras on their chests, which broadcast all the scenes in the room to the eyes of the public, and were monitored by millions of citizens on Hong Kong Island.

Even if the bomb squad was holding back a breath of anger, it would be impossible for them to risk taking action against the criminals.

After all, it is one thing to do some things in private and another thing to do them publicly.

The kind of decision that treats ordinary citizens as human lives...

Can the citizens tolerate it?

After the scene is broadcast.

There will be riots directly on Hong Kong Island!

Lu Minghua's face darkened and he gave an order to the front line through his headset: "Evacuate the apartment!"

"Evacuate the apartment!"

"Those two are tenants and the real hostages!"

Two photos of Fatty Lin and his daughter are currently in Lu Minghua's hands. In other words, when Zhang Chun and others were pretending to be hostages, he had already seen the photos of Fatty Lin and others.

However, due to Fatty Lin's cowardly character and stingy temper, and the high turnover of rental buildings, there is almost no neighborly relationship around him.

Therefore, Lu Minghua could not tell whether the fat guy Lin and others were at home, and the intelligence department could not investigate the fat guy's location in a short period of time. He could only let the frontline troops attack according to the plan, hoping that the robbers would not have any hostages.

After all, when the robbers were looking for a room to hide in, it might be a room with hostages, or they might be looking for an empty house where no one lives. Both possibilities were very high. Lu Minghua could only place his hope on luck.

But people don't always have great luck, and they sometimes have bad luck. Only by relying on hard power can you succeed. It is always easy to overturn if you rely on luck.

This time Lu Minghua overturned.

A minute ago, Lu Minghua ordered Fang Jiexia to switch the screen, and specifically cut the screen to Yang Zhaohui's mobile camera, hoping to capture the highlight moment at the end.

However, there was no highlight moment. Instead, Yang Siu-fai was shot to death, and the matter of criminals taking his father and daughter hostage was perfectly exposed in front of the public.

Nowadays, all actions in apartment rooms must be broadcast live, otherwise citizens will doubt what is going on in the rooms and the credibility of the police force will be reduced.

Chen Yiyuan, Zhang Chun and other cold killers and arrogant gangsters.

At this moment, it also left a deep impression on every Hong Kong Island citizen.

"a car!"

"a ship!"

"Send us out to the high seas."

"Arrived in ten minutes!"

"Otherwise we will bury the hostages with us!"

Zhang Chun put a gun to the little girl's head and said coldly.

These two requirements were accurately conveyed to the ears of all Hong Kong citizens...

Public opinion was in an uproar.

Most people cannot sit back and watch as arrogant robbers and killers kill a large number of police officers and then flee Hong Kong Island with their stolen goods. But they cannot allow the robbers to kill innocent citizens and kill a father and daughter in front of them.

die.

No matter where the father and daughter were originally from, how poor they were in the rental house, and how low-income they were on Hong Kong Island! But when they saw the gun held to the head of the little girl, no matter men, women, old or young, rich or poor, no matter how high or low they were, the hearts of the citizens

They were all clutching at each other. Many even closed their eyes when looking at the TV, for fear of seeing the little girl's blood spilled on the scene.

Call up!

Call now!

Ding ding ding ding.

The police headquarters was blown up again...

The police commissioner directly picked up the landline phone next to the table and called the frontline command vehicle.

"Sr. Lu! The first brother is calling!" Fang Jiexia took the lead in picking up the phone. After confirming the identity of the other party, she immediately handed the receiver to Lu Minghua. Lu Minghua took the phone and said immediately: "Director."

His expression was serious, his brows were furrowed, and the phone in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, weighing him down so much that he did not dare to take a deep breath.

Korean theory is quite simple.

"Are you sure?" These four words contain a lot of information.

Lu Minghua took a deep breath and replied honestly: "Sorry, sir."

"No."

The police commissioner was asking him if he was sure he could continue the operation and kill the robbers without harming the hostages.

There is a result.

Nothing is another outcome.

But now Zhang Zhiheng and Yang Zhaohui have died one after another.

Yang Jinrong is recovering from his injuries again.

There are no more operational police officers under Lu Minghua.

There is no one who can fight!

Millions of people are staring in front of the television again...

The action at this moment can only succeed but not fail. If you insist on trying again, you are just courting death. Although Lu Minghua has failed now, he does not want to be dragged out by the citizens and stared at on the pillar of shame.

One is the loss of political future, the other is social death. If you choose one of the two, it is better to choose the first one.

At least the police force's political future has failed.

There are other opportunities.
To be continued...