Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi.

Chapter 413 (Returned to Hong Kong) I don’t even know there is a ghost in my house!

"According to the news from the council, the terrorist who robbed the DC8 device this time is named [Equator]."

"His name was given to him by the Imperial Palace of Japan. Twelve years ago, there was a theft at the Tokyo Imperial Palace. Someone successfully stole an ancient jade from one of the Emperor's three artifacts. This jade was actually a piece of red agate."

"After leaving Japan, this person began to get involved in the underground weapons market. The United States suspects that he has planned at least three large transactions in Asia in the past ten years, and has also resold a huge amount of arms to Yuenan. Every time he can Successfully escaped."

"No one has seen his true face. He only sent two couriers for this Hong Kong transaction."

Outside an underground parking lot in Tsim Sha Tsui, Zheng Jirong frowned after hearing Peng Yixing's report from the passenger seat.

"Something's wrong."

"what happened?"

"For such a big deal as trading nuclear weapons, only two messengers were sent."

Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I think this Equator is either ignorant and fearless or has another agenda."

As expected of the talents cultivated by the country, they are indeed useful.

But it doesn't matter. With his power in Hong Kong Island, Zheng Jirong doesn't believe that this equator can be turned out of his palm.

After speaking, he waved his hand gently, signaling Xu Zhengyang and others to evacuate first.

After Xu Zhengyang left, Zheng Jirong stretched his neck and said with a relaxed expression: "If nothing else happens, the two messengers should be here soon. Let's go and 'trade' DC8 with them."

At present, the plan is being implemented very smoothly. The manpower sent by the buyer to do the transaction has been taken care of by himself. Now he only needs to wait for the messenger with DC8 to arrive.

At this moment, Xu Zhengyang ran out of the underground garage with blood on his face, walked to the car and leaned over to report: "Boss, everything has been taken care of."

"The group of buyers from the Middle East didn't even have time to fire a shot, they were all under our control."

Ever since the last time he saw Song An's face, which looked both like King of Wheels and Guo Juxia, and even somewhat similar to Judy, Zheng Jirong had a premonition that this incident might be another plot of a movie.

After receiving the order, Xu Zhengyang nodded succinctly without saying a word, then turned around and quickly returned to the garage.

"Inform the guys in Kowloon to send out the entire tracking team to ambush around the location. Don't let me let out a single fly!"

Li Yanming, the leader of the crisis team specially established to deal with the DC8 incident, hung up the phone in his hand, and then shouted excitedly to the deputy beside him: "Get ready for action, Interpol has found out the transaction location, in the Gateway in Tsim Sha Tsui. Building parking lot!”

"Have all mobile units on standby, be ready to block roads at any time, contact the Marine Police and Customs, and no ships can go out to sea after eight o'clock!"

After he obtained the information about the DC8 trading location before South Korea and the police, he immediately sent Xu Zhengyang to lead people to ambush in the parking lot in advance, preparing to kill all the buyers, and then he would take his place to meet with the equatorial messenger.

Central Police Station, inside the Intelligence Center.

He did not disclose the origin of this mission, and Xu Zhengyang never took the initiative to ask, but silently accepted and executed orders, never overstepping his authority and asking questions.

When leaving, I did not forget to use the walkie-talkie to communicate closely with the guards in the garage, and arrange the next step in an orderly manner.

Looking at the blood on his face, Zheng Jirong frowned and said, "What's going on inside now."

After finishing speaking, he shook his fists excitedly. Unlike other departments of the Hong Kong government who had a passive and panic attitude towards the DC8 incident, as the top officer of the anti-terrorism special service department, he was more motivated than anyone else in the face of this nuclear crisis. and determination.

Looking at Xu Zhengyang's resolute figure, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but secretly nod in appreciation.

"Very good," Zheng Jirong nodded with satisfaction, "First handcuff them all and take them back to the company. Keep your movements secretive."

But what gave him a headache was that he had been thinking about it for a long time, but he still couldn't remember the plot of which movie this was.

The reason is simple. Although Hong Kong Island has suffered from chaotic security in recent years, with robberies and murders occurring one after another, there has never been an incident that can be linked to a terrorist attack.

The only one was the jewelry robbery at the Grand Hyatt Building, but Zheng Jirong had already solved it before he arrived at the scene.

After sitting in the office and reading newspapers for so many years, he finally had an opportunity to show off his skills in person. How could he not feel excited?
Moreover, Gui Lao attaches great importance to this matter. If it can be solved smoothly and Equator is successfully captured, Brother Yi might be able to do everything!

After gathering his weapons, Li Yanming was about to set off towards Tsim Sha Tsui when two South Korean intelligence officers suddenly stopped him.

"Chief Li, please allow us to act with you!"

"you."

Li Yanming stared at Cui Haomin, the deputy director of the South Korean Intelligence Agency in front of him, and shook his head. These people were sent by South Korea to hand over weapons. If something happened, he would not be able to explain to the superiors.

Seeing his refusal, Cui Haomin hurriedly explained: "Only we can verify the authenticity of the DC8 weapon, and if it is not properly contained, there is a risk of nuclear leakage at any time! It will cause huge losses to Hong Kong Island."

Hearing this, Li Yanming turned his attention to a middle-aged man not far away wearing a red sweater and wearing glasses with an intellectual temperament. This was a physics expert he specially invited from the University of Hong Kong for this nuclear incident— —Zhao Zhiren.

After Zhao Zhao nodded slightly to himself, Li Yanming immediately agreed, and with the overjoyed Han Fang, they quickly left the intelligence center and rushed to the trading place in Tsim Sha Tsui.

The Gateway Hotel.

At this time, apart from the cars parked in the empty parking lot, there were only three other people, Zheng Jirong, Peng Yixing and Amiao.

"Brother Rong, Yuanyang milk tea."

"Ah."

In the car, Zheng Jirong took the milk tea that A Miao had specially bought from the mall, took two sips while twitching the straw, and asked casually: "What time is it?"

Amiao raised his hand and looked at the time, then frowned and said, "It's eight o'clock in three minutes. Could it be that the people from Equator want to break the appointment?"

Zheng Jirong looked calmly and said: "It's not impossible. Nuclear weapons are very popular internationally. He will not be short of buyers. Maybe he can find someone with a higher bid." At this moment, there was a sudden sound outside the parking lot. With a roar, a motorcycle came speeding over the railing and entered the garage directly.

Both of the two people in the car were wearing helmets so they couldn't see their true faces, but the person in the back seat was carrying a heavy travel bag, which made him extremely conspicuous.

Messenger from the equator?
"Set up guns and seal the exit. And..."

Zheng Jirong said seriously to them: "Don't shoot unless it is absolutely necessary. Once DC8 is hit, the consequences will be disastrous."

"understand!"

After explaining to the two of them, Zheng Jirong put on a white mask and prepared to get out of the car to negotiate with the other party.

He didn't care whether the other party would recognize him. As long as he had a chance to get close, I couldn't escape from him.

However, the moment Zheng Jirong stepped out of the car door, the super sense suddenly issued a strong warning!

He looked up and saw the man on the back seat of the motorcycle throwing a grenade at him without hesitation!
In an instant, several grenades arced through the air, approaching Zheng Jirong!

Fuck!
Zheng Jirong cursed secretly, then quickly retracted into the car and slammed the door!
boom! Boom boom!

The next second, a series of explosions sounded, and the garage was filled with flames!

At this time, on the street outside, Li Yanming and others who had just arrived at the scene couldn't help but tense up when they heard the explosion.

Then before they could react, a motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the garage. When the man on the back seat saw the police car on the street, he couldn't help but throw a few grenades directly, which instantly exploded in the street, causing There was a panic.

"Catch up! We must not let them go!"

Li Yanming roared into the intercom: "Notify the PTU and seal all nearby roads for me!"

"Send another team to check the garage and don't let the buyers inside escape!"

"understand!"

boom!
As he finished speaking, another grenade exploded nearby, and the powerful shock wave almost overturned the car.

Damn it, what do these guys think of Hong Kong Island?

After Li Yanming cursed, he got out of the car window, took out his gun and fired a burst at the motorcycle not far away. However, he was stopped by Cui Haomin in the back seat just after firing a few rounds.

"Stop! Don't shoot, Chief Li!"

Cui Haomin shouted to him urgently: "The thing the man in the back seat is carrying is consistent with the DC8. If he is hit, there will be a risk of the raw material ball leaking!"

Li Yanming was startled when he heard it. He immediately stopped pulling the trigger, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Follow the target and force him into the encirclement!"

boom!
However, the terrorists on motorcycles did not seem to care about this. They continued to throw grenades and blew up the approaching police car.

Fires and explosions rippled through the streets, and citizens and police fell to the ground injured.

Li Yanming looked at the chaotic situation in front of him and felt extremely troubled.

This is the center of Tsim Sha Tsui. Faced with these terrorists who kept throwing grenades, they were unable to fire back.

How to catch this kind of thing?

At this moment, in the underground garage, Zheng Jirong's vehicle was covered with grenade fragments and bullet marks.

Fortunately, this car was a specially customized bulletproof car. Although the grenade was extremely powerful, Zheng Jirong and others in the car were not greatly affected.

Peng Yixing looked at the windshield full of cracks and iron fragments, and asked in surprise: "What does Equator mean? Does he want to take advantage of others?"

"Have you ever seen a gangster who doesn't even need to throw a grenade at him for money?"

After Zheng Jirong replied, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

The two messengers threw grenades as soon as they met. It was obvious that they were not here for trading. Their identities were probably exposed. Even if this operation did not succeed in killing him, it was to give themselves a stern warning.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong's face became a little gloomy. Apart from Song An, only Ling Lingqi and Amiao Peng Yixing knew about his actions this time.

Senior brother will definitely not betray him, right?
He glanced calmly at Peng Yixing and the two people in front of him who were still frightened, and then secretly shook his head.

These two people had no reason to betray him.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Jirong turned to A Miao: "Did you see anyone suspicious in Kowloon Tong that night?"

"Suspicious person?"

Amiao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, apart from the bodyguard, I only saw Mr. Song's secretary that night."

"secretary?"

"Yes, she specially brought a cup of coffee from the house to let me warm up." After Amiao finished speaking, he turned to look at Zheng Jirong: "Brother Rong, are you suspicious?"

"You're not suspicious. Since there can't be a spy here, the problem must be with Song An!"

Damn it, I don’t even know there’s a ghost in my house!

(End of this chapter)