Su Tianyu was sitting in the command office, staring at the huge map of Manchester City in front of him, and anxiously asked Lao Hei: "Has there been a letter from my second brother?"
"Everyone over there has evacuated as planned, and Tianbei has already boarded the ship." Lao Hei came over with the phone in hand.
Su Tianyu felt a little relieved after hearing this.
"Now the problem at the port has been solved, but it's a bit difficult to deal with here in the city. The peripheral informants called, and Manchester City dispatched a large number of police forces to block the periphery of the conflict area as much as possible, including the canal, and the main investigation area was also
In the area." Lao Hei reminded.
"Ok, I know."
Su Tianyu pondered for a while. Although he had successfully rescued Wu Boxin, the crisis in Manchester City was still not resolved. If he wanted to leave Manchester City smoothly, relying on his own strength would definitely not be enough.
Thinking of this, Su Tianyu almost subconsciously looked at An Qiqi, who was sitting on the other side of the conference room.
She was lowering her head at this time, holding a notebook in her hand, and kept writing down something on it, looking very serious.
"Qiqi, I need some information from you. Only in this way can the Chinese Trade Union and Brother Qiu escape smoothly." Su Tianyu unknowingly took over the baton again, and even Huang Peishan had any temporary plans.
When making decisions, I will communicate with him unconsciously.
"Shh, don't talk!"
An Qiqi made a silent gesture, then pointed to her ear, where she was wearing a Bluetooth headset. She seemed to be listening to something, and then continued to write and draw in her notebook.
If you listen carefully, there will be a tapping sound from her headphones from time to time. The sound can be long or short, and it is very rhythmic.
"Da da, da da da, da da..."
An Qiqi translated and wrote Chinese characters, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "President Huang, the river where the Chinese trade unions evacuated has been blocked, let our people evacuate quickly!"
Although the entire An military department has set up a high starting point for the daughter of a general, her personal ability determines whether she can sit in this position.
Three years of systematic study in the military intelligence major was not in vain. When An Qiqi returned again, she was already capable of competing for positions that she was qualified for.
In this operation, the security military intelligence played a very important role. Without their inside information, things would never have gone so smoothly.
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Five headquarters.
Outside the gate, Gwen sat on an off-road vehicle with red eyes and shouted urgently: "The canal! The helicopter flies along the Balkan river! As long as there is a moving ship, watch it for me immediately. According to the police who were withdrawn from the villa,
The police officer said that they must have gone to that river. No matter what means you use, you must block them!"
A row of police helicopters flew over the city and began a rapid search along the river in the city.
At the same time, in a command vehicle of a nearby special operations team, a man was sitting in the vehicle. While listening to Gwen’s shouts on the intercom, he stretched out his fingers and gently touched the screen of the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.
Beating on it.
"Da da, da da da, da da..."
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bana city
An Qiqi took notes carefully, and Su Tianyu stood beside him and could see everything clearly.
He immediately returned to the map, called Huang Peishan, pointed at the river on the map, and drew crosses one after another with his baton.
"The Balkan River Channel is blocked... the Tatu River Channel is blocked... the Lucier River Channel is blocked, let your people avoid these places quickly, do you understand?"
Huang Peishan was also very nervous. He wrote down these locations one by one and then informed the intelligence personnel of the Chinese Trade Union.
Messages were sent out one after another, and both Su Tianyu and Gwen were racing against time.
At this moment, An Qiqi suddenly raised his head: "The Chinese Trade Union's ship has been discovered!"
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Manchester, Rolls Creek.
A miniature sightseeing boat was sailing down the river towards the estuary.
At this moment, white searchlights suddenly lit up in the sky, and three police helicopters hovered over the canal. The lights shone on the miniature sightseeing boat, illuminating the entire boat and the surrounding canal, leaving nothing to hide for a while.
.
"The boats below should stop and dock immediately! The boats below should stop and dock immediately!"
A white police sergeant was sitting on a helicopter, using a loudspeaker and shouting down below.
Seeing that the boat below had no intention of stopping, he waved his hand decisively, and the police officer sitting in the helicopter immediately opened fire on the canal below.
"Da da da!"
Bullets rippled across the water to warn ships.
"Stop the ship! Dock!"
The sightseeing boat did not dare to sail any further, so it turned around and leaned against the shore.
The helicopter descended, and the police sergeant led a dozen police officers along the airdrop rope and quickly landed on the deck of the ship.
"The ship has been successfully controlled!"
The sergeant grabbed the walkie-talkie from his shoulder and reported to the top.
Two police officers behind him immediately stepped forward and knocked open the cabin door. The remaining police officers rushed into the cabin with guns in hand and controlled the scene.
As a result, I was dumbfounded when I entered the cabin, because there was only one black man in the cabin, squatting on the ground and shivering with his hands raised.
"Search!"
More than a dozen police officers searched the boat but couldn't find Mao.
"Damn it, where are those Chinese?!"
The sergeant kicked the black crew member down, pointed a gun at his head, and asked him sternly.
"Oh my god, what are you talking about?"
The black man was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
"Chinese! Where are the Chinese who escaped?"
"There are no Chinese people, only myself."
The black man looked sad, folded his legs, and kept shouting that he was wronged.
"Only by yourself? The gunfire outside is so fierce, why did you sail the boat?"
The Sheriff didn't believe the black man's lies at all.
"Yes...it's like this, you listen to my explanation...my ship is at the shooting location, sir, I'm afraid it will be destroyed..." The black man raised his hands and responded tremblingly: "Please
, don’t point a gun at me...I...I feel like I can’t breathe.”
A police sergeant went up and shot the black man, knocking him down and shouting: "Take him away!"
…
At the same time, on the highway in Manchester.
A dirty and broken garbage truck was driving out of the city along the highway.
Helicopters from the City of Manchester were searching the canal. Although the police from the outside moved closer, they were unable to block the entire street in the conflict area instantly.
Inside the tall garbage truck, all kinds of filth and waste were piled up, but there was a one-meter-high dark box underneath, and Brother Qiu was lying inside.
Wu Taiyong was almost lying on the iron sheet, using cotton balls, military sutures, hemostatic tape and other items to treat Brother Qiu's wounds.
The handsome young man on the side was holding a tissue to wipe Wu Taiyong's sweat.
"The Chinese trade unions are reckless..."
Brother Qiu lost half of his face, and his wounds were bleeding when he spoke: "Just because they have a traitor, how many people did we send in? Waste... trash!"
Hearing this, Wu Taiyong did not say a word, but subconsciously looked at the people around him.
The men brought by Brother Qiu fought fiercely on the two battlefields for less than ten minutes, and they were reduced by half. These people are elite soldiers transferred from the lower-level units of the Security Department's Military Intelligence Department. Everyone has been here for the past two years.
We trained together and formed a friendship early on.
How can anyone feel better if so many people die at once?
There were only four soldiers left who boarded the car with Brother Qiu. Their bodies were shaking, some were smoking cigarettes, some had dull eyes, and no one spoke at all...
The entire camera obscura was extremely quiet, except for the sound of breathing, which was the noise of Brother Qiu's face being sewn up.
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Five headquarters.
Gwen was sitting in the command car and heard the news that the sergeant missed the shot.
"You guys are riding horses, how can you let them run away?!" Gwen stood at the door of the fifth headquarters, jumped up and cursed, put his hands on his hips, and looked around in confusion.
Densely packed warheads on the walls, wounded people being carried away constantly, bombed residential buildings, ambulances one after another, people being accidentally injured, and burning social vehicles...
The Wu family father and son were lost, and the deputy director of the Bureau of Statistics, who had been caught in the big net, also flew away. What was left was only the mess of the three battlefields, and the number of dead and injured who had not yet been counted.
Damn it, how do you submit such a transcript to it?!
Gwen felt regretful in his gut. He knew that he was too greedy. He was not satisfied with holding the whole family's blood in his hands. He insisted on doing it with the Chinese Trade Union and the Security Department. In the end, there was nothing left.
Hold one.
A very experienced gambler walks into a casino and bets on Tianhu as his first bet, but 99% of people will not check out and leave immediately... Human nature is like this, always wanting to win a bigger one
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Gwen put her hands on her hips, her chest ached with pain, and she leaned tiredly on the off-road vehicle, feeling a little out of breath.
There was a sound of footsteps, and Xu Nan ran over in disgrace: "Director, there is something urgent! Liu Cong was taken away by people from the Tsing Yi Bureau, and they also ran away..."
"???!" Gwen was stunned for a long time, then fell to the ground with a thud.
"Director, what's wrong with you? Director! Don't scare me, why are you frothing at the mouth...?!"