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Latest website: Yang Zhaohui died suddenly. Almost the moment the criminal raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, he was hit by a bullet piercing his forehead, and he staggered and slipped to the ground.

"Sir Yang!"

"Sir Yang!"

Several explosion-proof police officers widened their eyes and roared.

Immediately stabilize Yang Zhaohui.

However, Yang Zhaohui was shot in the forehead in a fatal position, and there is basically no possibility of treatment.

I saw him lying in front of a few explosion-proof police officers, his eyes began to lose sight, his nose lost a bit of vitality.

In an action.

The second chief inspector died.

And the operation commander died!

This surprised Mr. Sir Chuang in front of the TV...

The Korean manager in the office of the director, Lu Minghua on the command vehicle, and other citizens watching the live action were even more amazed

At this moment, the criminal has not yet taken it.

The offense of the explosion-proof group was chaotic.

Chen Yiyuan stopped his gun and flashed away.

Zhang Chun dragged a little girl in front of him and walked to the door of the bedroom, and saw that he held the little girl to his chest with his arm, held the little girl's head with the muzzle, and stood at the door shouting: "Put down the gun!"

"I have a hostage!"

"Really hostage!"

At this time, the explosion-proof police officer in the apartment lobby looked shocked, raised the muzzle, and his palms trembling slightly.

"Wow!" In the director's office, the director of police swept away a large pile of documents on the desk, stood up on the desk, and suddenly cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Why are there hostages! Really hostages!" South Korea yelled, clenching his fists.

"Don't shoot."

"Don't shoot..."

"She is my daughter..."

"Ah, sir, don't shoot... We two depend on each other. We are tenants in the apartment. Don't shoot..." Fatty Lin cried and raised his hands, standing next to Zhang Chun step by step, begging with trembling cheeks. Said: "Don't shoot..."

An explosion-proof police officer put down his weapon and began to slowly exit the apartment.

They finally paid the price of more than a dozen casualties, and finally broke into the apartment. No matter how many more casualties they paid, in short, only one storm could kill all the criminals in the room.

At that time, the casualty data will be a bit ugly.

The mobile force is still a winner.

Now the criminals are taking hostages...

All overthrow and start over.

And because the action is being broadcast live, the officers of the explosion-proof group are wearing cameras on their chests to broadcast all the pictures in the room to the eyes of the citizens, and they are supervised by millions of citizens on Hong Kong Island.

Even if the explosion-proof team is holding a breath of bad breath, it is impossible to risk taking action against criminals.

After all, doing some things in private is one thing, and doing them publicly is another.

The kind of decision that disregards ordinary citizens...

Can the citizens see it?

After the screen is broadcast.

There will be riots directly on Hong Kong Island!

Lu Minghua darkened his face and gave the front line an order in the headset: "Get out of the apartment!"

"Withdraw from the apartment!"

"The two tenants are real hostages!"

The two photos of Fatty Lin and his daughter were put on Lu Minghua's hand at this moment, or when Zhang Chun and others were posing as hostages, he had already seen the photos of Fatty Lin and others.

However, because of his cowardly character, stingy temper, and the high mobility of the rental building, Lin Fatty has almost no neighbor relations around him.

Therefore, Lu Minghua could not judge whether the Fatty Lin and others were at home, and the Intelligence Section could not investigate the position of the Fatty in a short time. He could only let the frontline troops attack according to the plan, hoping that the robbers would have no hostages in their hands.

After all, when the robbers are looking for a room to hide, they may be in a hostage room, or they may be looking for an unoccupied vacant house. Both possibilities are very high. Lu Minghua can only place his hopes on luck.

But people don't always get lucky, there are times when they get bad luck. Only relying on hard power to succeed can be successful, and it is always easy to overturn if it is placed on luck.

This time Lu Minghua overturned the car.

And a minute ago, Lu Minghua also ordered Fang Jiexia to switch the screen, making a special trip to cut the screen to Yang Zhaohui's mobile camera, hoping to brush the highlight moment in the last one.

However, the highlight was not there at all times, but Yang Zhaohui was shot to death. The criminals kidnapped his father’s femininity, perfectly exposed in front of the public.

At present, all the actions in the apartment rooms must be broadcast live, otherwise the public will doubt the affairs in the room, and the police force will even lose its credibility.

Chen Yiyuan, Zhang Chun and other ruthless killers, arrogant and fierce bandits.

At this moment, it also left a deep impression on every citizen of Hong Kong Island.

"a car!"

"a ship!"

"Send us to the high seas."

"It will be there in ten minutes!"

"Otherwise we will take the hostages to bury us together!"

Zhang Chun held the gun against the little girl's head and said coldly.

These two requirements have been accurately introduced to the ears of the citizens of Hong Kong...

Public opinion was in an uproar.

Most people cannot sit back and watch the arrogant robbers and killers. After killing a large number of police officers, they flee the territory of Hong Kong Island with their stolen goods. But they were even more unable to allow robbers to kill innocent citizens and kill a pair of father and daughter in front of them.

No matter where the father and daughter are from their ancestral homes, how poor they live in a rental house, there are so many low-level people on Hong Kong Island! But when they saw the muzzle against the little girl's head, regardless of men, women, old or young, rich or poor, the citizens were all jealous. Many even closed their eyes toward the TV for fear of seeing the little girl's blood spilling on the spot.

Call!

Call now!

Ding ding ding ding.

The police station was blown up again...

The Commissioner of Police directly picked up the landline phone at the table and dialed the call to the frontline command vehicle.

"Lu sr! Brother call!" Fang Jiexia took the lead in picking up the phone, and after confirming the identity of the other party, immediately handed the receiver to Lu Minghua. Lu Minghua answered the phone and immediately preached: "Director."

I saw that his expression was serious, his brows were frowning, and the phone in his hand seemed so heavy that he was too heavy to breathe.

South Korea's theory is very simple.

"Are you sure?" In just four words, there is a lot of information.

Lu Minghua took a deep breath and answered honestly: "Sorry, sir."

"No."

The Commissioner of Police is asking him if he is sure to continue the operation to kill the robbers without hurting the hostages.

There is a result.

Nothing is another result.

But now Zhang Zhiheng and Yang Zhaohui have died one after another.

Yang Jinrong is recuperating again.

There are no more police officers under Lu Minghua.

No one can fight!

Millions of people are staring at the TV again...

The action at the moment can only succeed without fail, and if you insist on it, it's just death. Although Lu Minghua has failed now, he does not want to be pulled out by the citizens to stare at the pillar of shame.

One is the loss of political future, and the other is social death. If you choose one of the two, it is better to choose the first one.

At least the police force’s political future has failed.

There are other opportunities.

Social death.

Then it's almost dead.

A big event.

In the end, a big joke was made.

"I know."

"Preparing to withdraw."

"I'll change to someone else." On the phone, "Korea Li" sounded in a flat and indifferent tone. I couldn't hear how angry it was, but it made Lu Minghua feel heavy pressure.

He knew that he made "Big Brother" very angry.

Let "Yi Ge" very disappointed.

Let me ask, a big guy is happily taking advantage of his opponent's vacation and intends to seize an opportunity to hold his younger brother in the top position.

But in the end, the little brother brought a large number of people, but was beaten up by a few people on the opposite side, making a big joke, so that the big man's face couldn't bear the face.

The right time and the right place.

It's all arranged for the younger brother.

Just waiting for the little brother to perform.

TM's acting like this!

Do you think the boss can still be happy!

And South Korea made a substitution on the field.

Who will change?

Lu Minghua already knew the answer in his heart.

"Yes!"

"Sir!"

He responded in a solemn voice, not daring to show any dissatisfaction, and obeyed orders with a seriousness.

"Pata." The Korean principle just put down the phone, waited a few seconds after the line was disconnected, then picked up the phone again, looked at the phone buttons and preached: "Where is Zhuang Shikai?"

"Dine with Assistant Director Brown at the Peninsula Hotel." The Director's Yanmar secretary replied aloud with his legs close together, holding the document.

"Mr. Commissioner, according to the calculations of the Political Department, if this matter cannot be handled properly, there is an 80% chance that it will cause riots on Hong Kong Island. The Political Department reminds you that public security in Hong Kong is the top priority."

"Don't live up to the Queen's expectations of you." The secretary of the division chief saw that South Korea hadn't pressed the phone number for a long time, and reminded her with a cautious expression.

This folder is really sent by the Political Department.

The Political Department represents MI6 and the will of the ancestors.

The Commissioner of Police must refer to it.

Smart people also understand the truth that politics is greater than private grievances.

No matter whether South Korea is willing or reconciled, he has no ability to reverse the situation on the front line at the moment, so he must invite a capable person to come back and fix the situation on the front line for him.

Because the prerequisite for maintaining the stability of Hong Kong Island is the first, far beyond the elimination of dissidents within the police force, the purge of the Chinese forces, etc...

Zhuang Shikai is using the general trend to suppress people!

Don't talk about a police chief!

The stiffness must be subdued!

"The telephone of the Peninsula Hotel." South Korea took a deep breath, and after deciding to pay the price, said in a brief and terrifying voice.

"202888, your number can go directly to the executive lounge."

"Di di di di." South Korean Lee pressed the number manually.

"Beep beep..." The phone rang a long waiting tone.

The first call was missed.

"Deep dick."

South Korea put down the handset, picked up the phone, and dialed the number again.

"Dududu..."

It was another long waiting tone.

The second call was missed.

Korean Li's expression was a bit ugly, so he redialed the call again and waited for the opposite party to answer.

But the third call was still missed!

At this moment, Korea is no longer a problem of ugly expressions and burning hearts, but restlessness, a little impatient, like an ant on a hot pot, and there is already the urge to drive to the Peninsula Hotel.

Because he was afraid that he could not find Sir Zhuang!

Or Sir Zhuang really hit the table!

He has to finish it too!

"Dududu."

South Korea made the fourth call...

And just at the Peninsula Hotel.

Administrative corridor.

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The phone rang.

Brown raised his eyebrows, smiled and preached: "Zhuang Sir."

"The director's call has arrived."

"You should be on the court."

However, Zhuang Shikai drank red wine, looked at the TV without squinting, and preached calmly: "No hurry."

"and many more."

He is really not in a hurry.

Anyway, the robber gave a ten-minute request.

Only three minutes have passed now.

The one who should be anxious is Korean law!