"yes, sir!"

Two military uniforms responded.

They lowered their heads and held the mops, rubbing them from side to side and rocking back and forth.

Zhuang Shikai walked into the door without looking back.

Cai Yuanqi followed behind and whispered: "Hold on!"

The front door of a violent institution.

If it hadn't been stained with blood, I'm afraid no one would really take it seriously.

…

"Whoosh!"

top layer.

VIP conference room.

Zhuang Shikai strode around the conference table, pulled out the chair, stood in front of the chair, and looked around at everyone.

More than 70 British senior officers of the Hong Kong Island Police Force stood up and looked at this Chinese face with admiration.

Zhuang Shikai spread his fingers, supported the table with both hands, and looked up at the clock on the wall.

The black-framed round clock on the white wall is ticking, ticking, and the seconds are beating.

The round clock with black and white background has minute hands, no more, no less, just twenty-five minutes passed before leaving.

"Be back in half an hour."

"I do what I say." Zhuang Shikai said loudly and calmly.

"Keeping you safe."

"I will keep my word!" He looked around the crowd with his eyes.

"Then accompany me to the top of the Peak and meet Prince Charles, can you do it?" His eyes finally fixed on the face of the management DCP "Taylor", and he stared at him and asked.

There is no doubt that after the arrest of Police Commissioner "Pang Chih-chong", he became the leader among the British senior officials in managing the DCP.

No matter what decisions these British senior executives make, they will communicate with Taylor more or less.

When "Taylor" and others were operating in the police force, they not only paid attention to the dynamics of the police force, but also discussed a result.

"Yes, sir!" "Taylor," the deputy director of police management, wearing a white uniform, clicked his feet, stood at attention, and raised his hand in salute.

"I am willing to listen to the commander's command!"

Taylor yelled loudly.

"Bah!" More than seventy British officers stamped their feet in unison, raised their hands and saluted in a standard British military salute: "Yes, sir!!!"

"I would like to go to Taiping Mountain with my commander!" In fact, the voice of a British citizen in white uniform echoed in the office, and the momentum was so shocking that even Cai Yuanqi next to him raised eyebrows.

Because when all the high-level ghost guys faced the Commissioner of Police, they were not so united!

loyalty!

Because, at that time, the high-ranking officials of Gui Lao began to be influenced by the Chinese forces and turned towards the Chinese!

Now?

Mr. Zhuang, as the spokesperson of the Chinese people, stood up for them and saved their lives. These people are not just facing the Chinese people?

Already determined!

We have to stand in line with the Chinese!

Zhuang Shikai dared to kill the agents of the Military Intelligence Agency to save their lives...

At this time, they have to issue another certificate of nomination!

Follow Mr. Zhuang to Taiping Mountain!

"very good."

Although, the high-level ghost guys don’t read many Chinese allusions, and they can’t shout anything impassioned, throw their heads, or shed their blood.

However, a simple sentence of "Go to Taiping Mountain" is enough.

Mr. Zhuang looked around at everyone and nodded with satisfaction.

"I have asked the Flying Tigers to set off early to surround the Hong Kong Governor's Office." At this time, Zhuang Shikai raised his police hat with his hand and waved calmly: "Let's go!"

…

At this moment, six Flying Tigers helicopters descended on the Taipingshan Villa with the sound of propellers clattering.

The helipad of a villa.

I really can't stop six planes.

However, the Zhuang Family Courtyard, the Huo Family Villa, and the villas of the other two big bosses.

More than enough to stop six planes.

Soon, Zhou Xingxing and the Flying Tigers gathered immediately, took action with guns, and stormed into the Hong Kong Governor's Office fully armed.

"Poof!"

I saw Zhou Xingxing taking the lead, raising his foot and using his black military boots to kick open the door of the Hong Kong Governor's Office.

"GO!"

"GO!"

"GO!" Thirty well-trained and elite Flying Tigers members immediately started to fight, dispersed into six-person teams, and advanced layer by layer under the leadership of the team leader.

Quickly sneak into the Governor's Mansion and occupy the gardens, fountains, walls and other beneficial ground floors.

At this moment, they are completely attacking by force!

Even if there are more than a hundred armed forces in the Hong Kong Governor's Office, it will not be a problem for the Flying Tigers. Just pull the trigger and fire a bullet.

Of course, the Governor's Office is full of administrative staff.

No one dares to stop it.

The Flying Tigers felt like they were in a deserted place.

He quickly rushed into the study and checked every floor, high point, and room one by one.

"Oh shit."

“It’s so cool!”

At this moment, Zhou Xingxing was wearing a helmet, a face scarf, and a submachine gun on his chest.

Standing in a combat posture in the center of the study room of the Hong Kong Governor's House.

He was wearing a black operational uniform.

Hold your head high.

Looking out the window.

…

This study remains the center of power on Hong Kong Island to this day.

Once upon a time, a political decree could determine the life or death of millions of Chinese people, and a piece of paper could change the fate of an entire city.

Every document signed out here squeezes the blood and sweat of the Chinese, but the documents related to the fate of the Chinese are written with English letters one by one...

The expensive handmade carpets on the ground seem to be humming, which is the gasp of workers dragging mud during the opening of the port, and it is the chant of the wharf society carrying goods.

At this moment, the Chinese stood at the center of power, stepping on the symbol of power with contempt on their faces.

Although Flying Tiger Superintendent "Zhou Xingxing" has extraordinary strength, he has carried out many dangerous operations in his life, and passed through the hail of bullets again and again, but this "not a bullet was fired" operation alone made him feel the most fulfilled!

He will remember it for a lifetime!

…

"Sir Zhou." The secretary of the Hong Kong Governor's Office, leading several administrative officers, and a team of servants came forward and called.

Zhou Xingxing answered first: "In view of the rampant terrorist activities on Hong Kong Island today, in order to protect the safety of the Chief Executive! At this moment, the Flying Tigers are ordered to protect the Hong Kong Government House!"

"Taking over the security work in the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion, don't worry, it will not affect you. You can still work as usual. Where is the Hong Kong Governor?"

Zhou Xingxing turned around and asked.

The female secretary with blond hair, curvy hips, and long legs has a calm look in her eyes, as if she has seen through all the truth.

"The Governor of Hong Kong has official duties."

"Out."

She was wearing black silk high heels and a slit skirt that covered her hips, and her tone was indifferent.

Zhou Xingxing said with a grim smile: "Are you going out? That would be dangerous!"
To be continued...