The time difference between Hong Kong and London is eight hours.
Nalan Baichuan, who couldn't sleep at night, stepped onto the large terrace connected to the bedroom and looked up at the bright starry sky. His heart was filled with ups and downs. This night was very crucial.
If the various people hired by spending 30 million US dollars can complete the task, he can become the real master of Honghai Group. If not, he will most likely die in ruins.
It's good to be an idle rich man... Nalan Baichuan lamented that these days, he has been deliberately trying to harm his loved ones. He is exhausted both physically and mentally, and is frightened. How could he be like this if he didn't fight for power and gain.
It's just that... there is no turning back. Now he can only continue to endure the torment of various emotions in his heart and wait patiently for the news.
Thousands of miles away.
In Sham Shui Po, in front of the 14k Hall, gangsters committed crimes in broad daylight, causing passers-by to panic and flee. Fortunately, the masked militants did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. It is not that they had good intentions and killed people other than their targets. For them, it was energy.
And a waste of resources, pure loss-making business.
More than 20 people, taking turns to cover, approached the bulletproof Humvee where Nalanhai was hiding. In order to suppress the "bodyguards" behind the vehicle, they fired a dense barrage.
A row of black Hummers that were originally brand new were suddenly mottled with bullet marks.
In the car, Nalan Tongtong huddled under the seat with her head in her arms, her little face turned pale, she was shocked and hateful. She was shocked that she was attacked in broad daylight, but she was hated by her uncle Nalan Baichuan's madness.
Nalan Hai crawled in front of Nalan Tongtong, knowing that the killer was coming for him. He was wondering why, so he asked Nalan Tongtong if he knew the reason.
"Dad, I will tell you when your memory recovers." Nalan Tongtong euphemistically avoided her father's question.
Beside the car door, Yang Chen held two loaded Glock pistols tightly, standing up straight with a grin on his face, his right pistol suppressing the sniper on the rooftop, and his left hand shooting to kill the approaching militants.
Do two things at once and take your time.
The sniper lurking on the roof of the 12-story apartment building was not only suppressed, but was shot three times in the right shoulder and chest. At the same time, the militants approaching the Humvee fell one after another, mostly with bullets in the eyebrows.
Yang Chen's men also took the opportunity to fight back, and their shots were all fired. In one encounter, more than 20 militants were killed and wounded, more than half of them were killed, and the rest scattered and hid like frightened birds.
On the roof, Tony was stunned.
The top killers in Southeast Asia naturally have good eyesight, and the "bodyguards in black" have a high level of counterattack, comparable to some of the world's top special forces.
He and his people are no match.
Who is this? A huge question mark appeared in his mind. Such a high-level bodyguard must have a very deep background and may involve many parties.
Lying on the edge of the roof, he used the communication device to warn his men not to act rashly. When he raised a small and delicate telescope to observe, a familiar face came into view, and he immediately thought of someone.
saber!
The devil who gave him lingering nightmares.
A bloody siege many years ago was still fresh in his memory.
At that time, he had just made his debut. Following his master, who was known as the best killer in Asia, he intercepted and killed his prey, and he was also assisted by several other people, including more than a dozen top agents from the CIA in the United States.
The people who participated in the siege were full of confidence and did not think that anyone in the world could single-handedly break through the trap they had set up. However... the blood-stained saber perfectly interpreted the meaning of the strong in the tropical rain forests of South Asia.
Of the forty-two people, only two are alive.
One person quit midway, and the other person...it was him...the master stood up and died to fight for a glimmer of life for him, and he is lucky enough to survive to this day.
The majestic back of the saber, the cold eyes, and the handsome and ruthless face were deeply ingrained in his mind. At this time, he saw the familiar face again with the help of a telescope. In the hot summer, his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling, his breathing could not be controlled, and he gradually became rapid and panicked.
"Withdraw, withdraw immediately!"
Tony yelled an order urgently, and the unspeakable fear destroyed all his unreasonable thoughts. Run, run as far as possible, ten million US dollars, the prestigious reputation won by hard work for many years, and the heroic ambition to avenge his master.
They were annihilated in his sudden glance, and the killer mercenaries left behind, exchanged fire in just two minutes, turned into swaying corpses one by one.
The gunfight on the street alarmed the people fighting in the gym. Long San and his people guarded the exit to avoid being attacked from both sides. 14k, and Shenghe's people crowded around and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
The bloody and brutal gun battle, the scattered corpses, Yang Chen standing proudly on the street with a gun in both hands and looking around, and the Arctic fox warrior refilling the gun of the undead killer mercenary, stimulated the spectators in the gym one after another.
Sang Biao, who had experienced Yang Chen's methods, performed slightly better. The seven eldest brothers in 14k had pale faces. Apart from being horrified, they were glad that Yang Chen didn't take them seriously.
The brave and ruthless members of the two major societies were so shocked that they couldn't calm down for a long time. They recalled how they had just arrogantly ripped off their shirts, exposed their chests and arms and attacked others. How overestimating their own capabilities.
The sirens sound from far to near.
The police helicopter appeared in the sky and circled back and forth. People in the cabin repeatedly shouted through the loudspeaker, "People below, put down your guns and lie on the ground with your heads in your hands, otherwise we will shoot you!"
On the ground, a large number of PTU police officers wearing berets blocked and cleared the surrounding area. The elite SDU (Flying Tigers) of the Hong Kong police appeared. Multiple sniper teams seized nearby commanding heights, and the commandos were covered by bulletproof shields and armored vehicles.
Slowly approaching from both ends of the old street, compressing the activity space of Yang Chen and others.
In the gym, almost all the 14k people were staring at Yang Chen. They were curious about how the murderous Yang Chen could deal with the strong attack of the police. If it were any one of them, even He Sheng and his family member Sang Biao, there would only be two possibilities...
..to surrender or to resist at the risk of death.
Outside the cordon, a large number of key members of the O team hurriedly arrived, headed by Song Zihao and Li Wenfang. Dozens of them were all wearing body armor and carrying M4 carbines with scopes.
"Zihao, the scene has been taken over by SDU, and your people are on standby for the time being." Deputy Director Gu Liren of the Police Department, who was in charge of commanding the scene, tactfully stopped the reporter from joining the assault.
Song Zihao nodded in agreement.
To deal with the mysterious militants who had the combat qualities of professional soldiers, SDU was more professional and had advantages. Li Wenfang refused to accept it and wanted to argue with reason, but Song Zihao stopped him with his eyes.
The two followed Gu Liren into the command vehicle. The computer equipped in the command vehicle connected multiple surveillance probes on site and could also control the rotation of these cameras.
The area where the fierce gun battle had just occurred appeared on the computer screen. Li Wenfang bent down to examine each picture, and was stunned, and then became excited.
Yang Chen.
The culprit who came to Hong Kong to cause trouble two years ago.
Now he is violating Hong Kong law unscrupulously.
Li Wenfang's beautiful eyes turned around and walked out, pulling the trigger of the gun and loading the bullet as she walked, to fulfill her vow...to bring Yang Chen to justice with her own hands.
"Where are you going?" Song Zihao asked in surprise.
