A gun battle suddenly broke out on Lai Chi Kok Road. The nearest police station in Sham Shui Po was only two blocks away from the incident. According to the efficiency of the Hong Kong police, they could arrive at the scene in less than three minutes. But now Liu Ziguang and the others seem to be unable to hold on for even three minutes.
Lived.
Liang Xiao was hiding between two trash cans on the south side of the road, hurriedly changing magazines. Shangguan Jin was squatting next to a car on the north side of the road, holding his head in his hands as if he was scared. Liu Ziguang and the others were hiding two doors in front of Shangguan Jin.
Between the trucks, Jin Xudong lost control mentally. The Japanese was shot in the waist and could not stand up. Blood was flowing all over the floor. Liu Ziguang pulled out a live magazine from his armpit, ejected the empty magazine and replaced it.
"Today, we are all going to die here." The Japanese said intermittently, spitting out a stream of blood foam from his mouth, but still maintaining an upright sitting posture.
"Don't worry, you will die, but we won't." Liu Ziguang looked at the unlucky Japanese with pity, picked up a knocked-out truck rearview mirror from the ground, and observed the situation on both sides.
The traffic on Lai Chi Kok Road was already jammed. The nanny car that Jin Xudong and the others were riding in was hit beyond recognition. The driver died on the seat, staring at them with wide eyes not far away. Liang Xiao's car behind was turned into a hornet's nest. Fortunately
Unfortunately, there was no explosion. Other vehicles were parked on the road, and the drivers and passengers fled in a hurry.
From the broken lenses of the rearview mirror, you can see four figures vaguely visible at both ends of the road, British camouflage, black hoods with only the eyes exposed, sneakers, a lot of yellow bullet casings under each person's feet, and the sound of police sirens.
It had already sounded, but the assassins didn't care at all. They casually took off the empty magazines and threw them on the ground, replacing them with live magazines.
Judging from their size and position, they should be trained armed personnel. The four of them were standing in the street like a horns. They were clearly confident. Liu Ziguang certainly knew what they were relying on. There was no such thing on the city roads.
Covers, whether they are car iron sheets or trash cans, iron gates, brick walls and trees, cannot stop rifle bullets, but what the opponent holds in his hand is the powerful G36K assault rifle and the fiery British Stirling submachine gun.
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There was no time to hesitate, Liu Ziguang shouted: "Liang Xiao, cover."
Liang Xiao quickly poked his head out and shot at the killer in the six o'clock direction. Liu Ziguang took the opportunity to rush out from the hiding place, gliding on the ground and shot at the killer in the other direction. In order to hit the target, he hit the opponent's target.
On the torso, the pistol Zhao Hui selected was indeed very accurate. After two double hits, the two gunmen were hit by the huge impact of the .45 bullets and flew backwards.
The situation on the other side is quite bad. In fact, Hong Kong is an area with very good security. The police rarely have the opportunity to shoot in actual combat. Even those who have achieved good results in shooting training will miss in an environment full of bullets.
, Liang Xiao is such a person. He failed to hit the target even at a distance of more than ten meters. Instead, he was hit in the chest by the killer with a submachine gun, spurting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground.
"Ah~~~~" Shangguan Jin, who witnessed Liang Xiao being beaten to death, screamed hysterically, immediately attracting the killer's attention. Bullets rained down on him, and the car used as a cover was beaten into a sieve, and the tires were deflated.
The steel plate of a civilian car is only a few millimeters thick and cannot withstand the penetration of bullets. Just when Shangguan Jin was about to die, Liu Ziguang suddenly rushed out and stood on the street to shoot calmly. The two killers hurriedly turned their guns.
Shoot him in the mouth.
In this kind of close-range street gunfight, what is compared is not the caliber of the weapon or the capacity of the ammunition, but the psychological quality. Whether it is a pistol or an automatic rifle, you will die if you get hit by one. The two killers are experienced veterans. Look
When Liu Ziguang came out, he quickly turned his gun.
Victory or defeat is often decided in an instant. Liu Ziguang independently raised his gun and fired calmly on the street. The bullet hit the head of the gunman who was holding a G36 rifle and was a greater threat. Within a distance of less than 20 meters, the power of the .45-caliber bullet was greatly affected.
It manifested that the killer's head was opened, white and red splattered on Lao Gao, the automatic rifle in his hand fired the last string of bullets, and the heavy body fell to the ground with a roar.
The other killer was obviously panicked, and all the bullets were deflected. Liu Ziguang continuously pulled the trigger, hitting him in the chest. This guy was obviously wearing a heavy body armor. He fell to the ground and was still raising his gun to shoot. Liu Ziguang would remain
All the bullets hit him, he rushed to Shangguan Jin, picked up her back collar and shouted: "Let's go!" He pulled her up and ran away.
At this moment, the two people who were knocked down by Liu Ziguang on the other side got up again. It turned out that they were wearing heavy-duty body armor with ceramic inserts inside their military jackets. Pistol bullets could not penetrate at all. The two men were half-kneeling on the ground and raising their guns.
Aiming at Liu Ziguang who had just rushed out from behind the cover, he had no time to dodge in the flash of lightning and flint. The gun in his hand was out of bullets. Without any hesitation, Liu Ziguang stood in front of Shangguan Jin.
At the critical moment, just as the two gunmen pulled the triggers, the bullets from behind smashed them into pieces. The body armor was ineffective under the rain of bullets. Then Liu Ziguang saw three familiar figures.
He walked over in stride.
The visitors were none other than Zhang Baiqiang, Chu Xiangdong, and the arms dealer Bucktooth Wolf who had dealt with them before.
With no time to exchange greetings, Liu Ziguang quickly walked up to Liang Xiao, stretched out his hand to touch his carotid artery, and shouted: "There is still hope."
He turned around and went to Jin Xudong's hiding place, picked him up and threw him to Chu Xiangdong: "Take care of him for me." Looking at the Japanese again, there was a pool of blood under his body, he rolled his eyelids, and his pupils were already dilated.
The sound of sirens was getting closer and closer, and the patrol policemen in blue windbreakers loomed in the distance. Zhang Baiqiang raised his automatic rifle and fired a shot into the sky. The police car immediately lined the street, and the policemen were peeing and looking for cover.
"Flash!" Behind Zhang Baiqiang, Liu Ziguang pulled Shangguan Jin, Chu Xiangdong pulled Jin Xudong, and Bucktooth Wolf drove a van and reversed quickly. The back door was wide open, and the five people calmly got into the car and roared away, invincible.
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Chief Miao of the West Kowloon Crime Unit was almost going crazy. A large-scale firefight occurred in the district. Hundreds of shots were fired, six people died, and two people were rescued in the hospital. One of them was his own subordinate. Police
The chief of police personally called to inquire about the case, but as the leader, he knew nothing about his subordinates' behavior, which made the district superintendent look bad.
By the time he arrived at the scene, the firefight had ended. The ground was covered with bullet casings and bloodstains. The densely packed bullet holes in the car wreckage were shocking. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, a smell that could usually only be smelled at underground shooting ranges.
The PTU is here, the EU is here, and the Flying Tigers are here. The traffic on Lai Chi Kok Road has still not recovered. The streets are full of people wearing uniforms and wearing badges. The guys from the Ministry of Transport have set up a cordon to disperse the onlookers.
Five corpses covered with white cloth lay on the ground. Chief Miao stepped forward and pulled off the white cloth, pulled off the black hood, and saw an unfamiliar Asian face. He did not look like a native of Hong Kong or a mainlander.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang. It was a call from the headquarters. Chief Miao answered the call and immediately got in the car and rushed back to the office. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw a row of government-licensed cars roaring towards him. Everyone on the front of the car was staring at a blue car.
The police lights turned on, and a group of men in neat suits got out of the car, with work IDs hanging on their pockets, and headed straight for the crime squad office.
"Which department do you belong to?" Chief Miao asked.
"I am Li Zekun, Superintendent of the Security Division, taking over your case now." said an imposing man.
"Which case? I have many cases on my hands." Chief Miao was confused.
"It was the shootout just now," Superintendent Li said.
All the evidence and on-site video recordings were taken away by Superintendent Li's people. Even the conference room was occupied by these guys from the security department. Chief Miao and his guys were angry, but they dared not speak out.
, after all, the security department is different from them. They are real policemen, while the guys in the security department are agents.
Suddenly the door of the conference room opened, and a boy from the security department waved to Chief Miao: "Superintendent Li is calling you."
Chief Miao hurried over. The conference room was filled with smoke. There were a lot of firearms on the table. Even Chief Miao, who had handled many major gun-related cases, was stunned. Two German G36K compact assault rifles, one pump-action
type shotguns, three British-made Stirling submachine guns, three British military FN-type pistols and several blood-stained body armors, hoods, etc.
"According to our preliminary understanding, these submachine guns and pistols were stolen from the British military camp before 1997. These two assault rifles should be smuggled goods and their sources are unknown. This type of shotgun is very common in Hong Kong and should be black market goods. The deceased
Among the five people, two are former Chinese British soldiers, one is a Nepali, and the other two are unknown." Superintendent Li explained, obviously having mastered a lot of information.
"How can I help you?" Chief Miao asked politely.
"Tell me about Liang Xiao. The file may not be complete," Superintendent Li said.
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Since the last major escort vehicle robbery, the Hong Kong police have formulated many emergency plans. The aviation fleet, marine police, and road line control systems are more consistent than before. After doing something big, it seems impossible to imagine escaping as calmly as before.
So easy.
But Zhang Baiqiang and the others seemed to have made a lot of progress. The buck-toothed wolf was very familiar with the terrain of Hong Kong and was extremely skilled in driving. After quickly getting rid of the police car following behind, the van drove into an underground parking lot and quickly changed.
A long black luxury car came out of another exit and drove majestically on the street.
In the back seat, Shangguan Jinjin was still frightened and said to Liu Ziguang: "For the sake of saving my life, I won't care about that kick."
Just as Liu Ziguang was about to make a joke to ease the tense atmosphere, his expression suddenly changed: "You've been shot."