"Cover!" Zhao Sir, the G4 agent leader of the Political Department, shouted loudly.
Zhao Sir immediately held down his s.b. Mustache Detective Ou Sir and hid behind the car door. Other agents from the Political Department also quickly found bunkers and hid themselves. Fortunately, the gunfire just now was just a warning and no one was really injured.
, but the next shot is uncertain, and no one is willing to play with their own lives.
"It's a sniper. Everyone, stay low and don't move. It seems that the information provided by the Wan Chai anti-gangster team is accurate. Have the Flying Tigers arrived? Without sharpshooters, we are at a great disadvantage." Zhao Changchun from G4 shouted loudly.
"Already on the way." Someone shouted loudly.
However, the Wan Chai anti-gangster group that Zhao Changchun mentioned was sitting in the office in a daze. Some guys even picked up poker and started playing hoeing. The gambling culture in Hong Kong Island is extensive and profound. As long as you are not running a gangster gambling stall, you can usually play
Playing poker, mahjong, etc., is not considered gambling. It can only be regarded as a pastime at most, and the government departments have no right to control you.
"Sir Xu, there is news!" There were only two people in Xu Yifan's office. Xiao Xiao still lowered his voice habitually and said: "The people from the Political Department have taken action."
"Yeah!" Xu Yifan nodded. He could almost guess that the Political Department was about to move.
"Ten minutes ago, PTU colleagues received an order from their superiors, and five groups have stopped patrolling. They have now arrived near the 'St. Petersburg School'. Also, the Flying Tigers have also received the order and have already set off.
, I don’t know the specific target, but judging from this time period, I should have received an order from the Political Department.”
Xu Yifan nodded again, very satisfied with Xiao Xiao's ability.
"Our anti-gang group still has no order?" Xu Yifan asked.
"Yes!" Xiao Xiao lowered his head and replied.
Xu Yifan shrugged his shoulders, folded his hands behind his head, and relaxed against the back of the chair.
"Then just spend it slowly, we have plenty of time!" Xu Yifan sneered.
…
"What are you going to do? I'm the principal of this school!" A middle-aged man in a suit and tie saw a group of guys breaking into the dining hall in disorder. He exerted his authority as the principal, slapped the table and cursed.
"Bang bang bang..." Before the principal could even begin to say the word "gun", Pete approached him without changing his expression, pointed a gun at his stomach and shot him several times before he lay limply on the ground.
The students and teachers who were dining in the cafeteria suddenly turned pale and ran around in panic, screaming.
"Bang bang bang..." The terrorists shot several more students. Those students who had never experienced such a terrorist incident suppressed their fear and squatted down obediently.
"Good, that's right. If you cooperate, we will have peace of mind. Don't make me angry. Anyway, there are so many of you. One or two less hostages will not have any impact on my plan. Do you understand?" Peter was happy.
cried the ground.
"Put them all together and keep them under guard."
Immediately, several terrorists took large white cable ties, pulled everyone's hands behind their backs, and tied their two thumbs together.
At this time, Peter asked someone to switch the TV channel in the canteen to the British government channel, a foreign channel.
"The Prime Minister officially issued a notice that the British government will never compromise with terrorists, let alone accept any demands of terrorists. At the same time, he also denied that the government had any negotiations with terrorists. The leader of the terrorists will be in
After Christmas, he will be tried under the harshest laws of the British Empire."
"Fuck you!" Pete picked up a cup of lemon tea next to him and threw it at the TV high above.
The other terrorists looked at the tough students next to them, stared at themselves stupidly, hung their short guns on their waists, pressed them to the ground, and beat them violently, only beating these guys who were still pretending to be heroes.
You have to cry for father and mother.
"Stop!" After his men had almost vented their anger, Peter shouted.
Peter thought for a moment and sneered: "Call Allen over. I'm going to take a video of these lovely students and connect it to the TV channel on Hong Kong Island to see if the British government will still be so tough."
At this time, the female teacher He Min was also tied up in the crowd, feeling bitter in her heart. She had just carefully recalled the recent series of events between herself and Xu Yifan. First, Xiandi was picked up by Xu Yifan, and then Xu Yifan made an appointment with herself.
Twice, he asked me to help him find the school's architectural drawings. How could it be such a coincidence? Xu Yifan should know what was going to happen in the school. No wonder the bastard gave him such an expensive women's model when they met for the last time.
bb machine, and told myself to take it with me, and I thought about it for several nights.
At that time, I felt that Xu Yifan's face was a little weird. He was a policeman. I thought he had received certain information at that time and knew that a terrorist kidnapping was going to happen in the school. What He Min hated was that Xu Yifan had to hide it from him, even if he told everything.
He was willing to keep secrets for him.
"Teacher He, don't be afraid. These guys are just trying to threaten the government. The students here are either rich or noble. After the government compromises with them, they should all be released." A teacher from the middle branch squeezed into He Min's room.
Someone next to me shouted softly.
He Min just lowered his head and said nothing.
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The entrance to St. Petersburg Middle School.
"Sir Ou, the Flying Tigers have arrived."
"Yes! Prepare to attack!" the mustache of the Political Department said with a gloomy expression.
"clear!"
"Pete, it seems the police are preparing to attack!" the terrorist sniper shouted on the call channel.
"Then give them some color to see, otherwise they will really think that we are weak persimmons." Pete said while setting up a camera.
"Bang...bang...bang...bang"
After losing two police officers, the Flying Tigers finally discovered the location of the opponent's snipers. However, these terrorists did not know how many actual battles they had experienced. The life of gunfire made them more capable than these through training.
The Flying Tigers are many times more alert and have already moved their lurking positions.
Therefore, when the Flying Tigers' sniper began to take aim, he found that there was no one at the position he was targeting.
"Captain! The opponent has moved and the target is not at point a."
"Received, continue to lurk, waiting for opportunities."
What should we do? The three commanders on the scene looked at each other in confusion. The opponent's sniper skills were very vicious. They hit two members of the Flying Tigers with four shots. If they didn't kill this guy, there was no way they could break in.
But who is willing to continue rushing inside and create opportunities for the Flying Tigers' snipers?
The two Flying Tigers policemen lying in the middle of the road serve as a warning to others.