Chapter 795 : Don't listen, don't listen to Wang Ba's chanting!
In room 8E.
A little girl walked to the corner and took out her homework book from her schoolbag.
"What time has it been? I'm still doing my homework." A little boy walked over and asked.
"When? If I can't die, I still have to hand in my homework." The girl said without raising her head.
"Pfft." Chen Yiyuan burst out laughing. Doing homework is so wonderful.
At this time, the TV screen cut back again, showing a team of five PTUs walking forward in the corridor with MP5 players in their hands, looking particularly vigilant.
Chen Yiyuan turned his head to look at the screen with a touch of sarcasm on his lips, picked up the phone and said: "Aaron, the police are here, hide."
Outside the corridor window, there is only an edge about thirty centimeters wide on the wall. Aaron and the two are hiding here. If they are not careful, they may fall. It is dozens of meters high. If they fall, they will be shattered to pieces. This kind of thing, the police can
No one dares.
The two sides are in different positions and have different approaches.
The police here just walked over, and suddenly two things were thrown in from the window. Two violent explosions of "boom" and "boom" were heard, and all five PTUs were killed on the spot.
The picture was transmitted again along with the live broadcast. Suddenly, a group of people in the command car, including Fang Jiexia and Zhuo Jingquan, were all dumbfounded and stared blankly at the black screen.
Fortunately, the camera was also blown to pieces and the picture was completely black. However, this also caused the audience in front of the TV to have all kinds of wild thoughts.
Yes, just thinking...
"Idiot!" Raymond Harry grabbed the ashtray at hand, pointed it at the TV, and smashed it. With a "bang", the TV screen exploded and a plume of blue-gray smoke rose.
There was silence in the conference room, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing to the extreme. After the initial scene was transmitted, the response from the outside world was excellent, especially after hundreds of police officers rushed into the building and started to help evacuate the people, interviews from outside media, and major TV stations cooperated with the publicity
Below, it seemed that it had reached its climax.
Everything was fine up front, but things suddenly became tense after reaching the seventh floor. There was a firefight at first. It was fine at first. The gangsters were overwhelmed by the police and couldn't raise their heads. Soon they reached the eighth floor, but when they got here, they suddenly started to draw fire.
The wind changes suddenly.
The corridor is narrow, and hundreds of police officers are useless. There are only so many people who can be dispatched at one time. The police do not have an advantage locally and cannot exert the effect of crushing troops. The gas tank explosion caused heavy losses.
However, exchanging fire with gangsters is not an act or a drill after all. It is reasonable for some accidents to happen. Raymond Harry endured it, and the Flying Tigers came up from behind. They must have achieved significant results, but the result was unknown.
Where did the two grenades come from, killing them all on the spot!
Throwing a grenade in the corridor will double the explosion power...
"Call Zhuo Jingquan. I don't want any more casualties later. Hundreds of policemen can't deal with a few gangsters, so what's the use of them!!" Raymond Harry roared loudly.
The people next to him wanted to tell him that gangsters and police are two different professions and cannot be equated, but they wisely closed their mouths when they opened their mouths. There were hundreds of people. It was such a big deal. It was the first time that so many people were dispatched to deal with it in Hong Kong Island.
A group of gangsters.
Police resources are not used casually.
On the other side of the command car, Zhuo Jingquan had just hung up the phone when he heard an exclamation from the side. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked at the monitor next to him.
The screen was showing the outside of Room 8E, and a man was climbing out of the window with a bed sheet hanging. Maybe it was a miscalculation, maybe he was too fat, and he couldn't get into the house below even though he was hanging in the air.
"What should we do, Sir Fang?" The person next to him who was responsible for delivering the order looked anxiously at Fang Jiexia, who was in the command position.
"What's going on?" Zhuo Jingquan asked quickly.
"Based on the TV footage, it seems that the resident of No. 8E is a hostage who ran out for some unknown reason. The sniper from the Flying Tigers reported that he could see a figure at the window. Sir Zhuo, look.
, that man pointed a gun at the hostage, it can be concluded that he is a robber, should he shoot and snipe?"
"No!" Zhuo Jingquan flatly refused. With so many people watching and so many media filming, if the hostages died as a result, they would all be miserable.
"Someone stuck his head out and was taking hostages."
"No matter, let them save people." Zhuo Jingquan directly took the command from Fang Jiexia. He was the deputy director and had enough qualifications to do this.
Seeing that the hostages were being pulled back, Zhuo Jingquan breathed a sigh of relief, ordered the screen to cut to the team evacuating the crowd, picked up the phone and dialed directly.
…
Seeing the alarm ringing from the cell phone on the coffee table, Wang Yaozu had a smile on his lips, "What's up? I'm calling. It must be Zhuo Jingquan."
"Then you still won't accept it?" Le Huizhen said as she poked his waist.
"What should I answer? I have to answer his call. I'm so shameless. Let him call. Don't worry." Wang Yaozu leaned in Le Huizhen's arms, resting his head on her (person) hand and turned over, endless
The cigar appeared in his hand, he lightly snapped his fingers, lit the cigar and took a deep breath, while they just watched the phone buzzing on the coffee table.
On the other side, Zhuo Jingquan was so anxious that he was sweating. This phone number was Wang Yaozu’s personal number. Not many people knew about it. Even if Wang Yaozu wasn’t around, someone would be watching. It would remain open 24 hours a day. It was impossible for no one to answer.
, the only problem is that the other party is also watching TV at the moment.
He had no choice but to continue fighting if he didn't answer. Now Zhuo Jingquan thought that the only one who could come to the rescue was Wang Yaozu.
He has never doubted Wang Yaozu's fighting ability. This is what he has achieved time and time again. As long as the other party is willing to take over this mess, he will definitely defeat this gang of robbers.
After calling twice more, Wang Yaozu motioned for Meazi to pick up the phone and said in a lazy tone: "What's wrong, Sir Zhuo? It's such a nice weather to go fishing, so you're calling me to harass me."
"Yaozu, I know you are watching TV. There is nothing we can do. I need you to come and save me!" Zhuo Jingquan quickly got off the command vehicle, waved away the people around him and whispered in a low voice.
"Ha, no, I'm still on vacation. You, Zhuo Jingquan, never think of me when something good happens, but you call me whenever something bad like this happens." Wang Yaozu said angrily.
"Yaozu, listen to me..."
"Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras!"
Zhuo Jingquan: "..."
"Let Raymond Harry tell me that our division chief has not had a good relationship with us since he came to power." Wang Yaozu said lazily: "This is a good opportunity, and it also allows me to show my face in front of the division chief."
Having said that, Wang Yaozu hung up the phone without giving Zhuo Jingquan a chance to refute, and then called Li Xiangdong, Li Jiebu and the others to get ready and fly to the manor by helicopter.