The reporter, carrying a camera, took one step forward, then another, striving for a clearer image.

The reporter holding the microphone wished the boom pole were longer, even longer, so he could receive a clearer sound.

On the broadcast van, the director was still stomping his feet: "Can't you hear me, you idiots? Can't you get any closer?"

With lax legal regulations and reckless journalists, this was the best of times and the worst of times in Hong Kong's century-long history. But neither the past nor the future will ever see such excitement and spectacle again.

The wealthy family's bodyguards and the legendary kidnapper faced off. In the middle of the night, the citizens brought out the feasts they had prepared for Christmas and began to enjoy them early. Pork knuckles were cut up, turkeys were served, sausages and roast goose were placed on the table, beer was drunk, champagne was opened early, and families gathered in front of the TV to enjoy the show together.

Everyone at the Hong Kong Police Station was overjoyed. Brother Lin called Inspector Gu: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Cheung Tze-keung is doomed to die tonight. Inspector Gu, please draft the report. Tomorrow morning, we will cause a global sensation and shock Europe and America."

On the other side, Nie Jiayu and Nie Han rushed into the conference room on the 44th floor. They both gasped as they watched the close-up of the female hostage nurse on the TV screen, whose temples were streaked with blood that soaked her entire chest.

Seeing Nie Zhao frowning, Nie Han quickly explained, "I drove the nanny van down the mountain and went to the hospital. Grandpa's condition is stable. I was worried that something might happen in Jiayu, so I brought him here from the hospital."

Not only was Nie Jiajun audacious, but Nie Han was also quite audacious, driving around the streets in his nanny's car all by himself. But actually, it didn't matter, because once they were free from the luxuries of luxury cars, mansions, and the aura of the wealthy, they were just ordinary people that no one cared about.

She picked up little A Yuan, who was sitting in the stroller, and saw that the child kept licking his lips. She turned around and got a water cup from the table. Well, his father was too busy. It was late at night and he hadn't even given the child water.

The little guy finally got to drink water because of his sister, but his eyes were bright. When the camera switched to the female driver wearing a black helmet, he immediately spat out the pacifier and waved his arms and legs excitedly: "Mommy, xi Mommy!"

Nie Han kissed the baby's forehead, which was still smelly from not having bathed: "It's Mommy. She'll be alright, she'll be safe."

Nie Jiayu stood next to Nie Zhao and asked in a low voice, "What is Xi Niang saying to Zhang Ziqiang?"

Seeing that Nie Zhao remained silent, he continued, "Isn't it said that every member of the Flying Tigers is a sharpshooter? Why didn't you take advantage of such a good opportunity?"

In fact, the Hong Kong police force has some super-skilled snipers. Huo Qi has several under his command, and he himself is one.

The female bodyguards bought them time, allowing them to find the right angle and take the shot. However, the foolish leaders were afraid of accidents, afraid that if they killed a hostage, they would be condemned by the West, so they hesitated to give the order.

A blessing in disguise may be a curse in disguise. Chen Rou's idea was to take advantage of this opportunity to drive Zhang Ziqiang to the mainland. She hoped that the notorious bandit who shocked the world could be arrested by the mainland police, sentenced to death, and executed.

But how difficult is it to realize that vision? When all hope is lost, with an AK in hand, will Cheung Tze-keung obey orders?

He was actually laughing, a laugh that seemed like the devil's. What was he saying?

Nie Zhao picked up the phone; it was Lord Ding from the cable television company. He said, "Lord Ding, please have your reporter come closer."

No one knows how tonight's events will unfold or how they will end, including Nie Zhao.

Powerless as he was, all he could do was let the reporters get closer, and even closer.

Back to the scene, Cheung Tze-keung threw out a huge bait to Hong Kong's most powerful female bodyguard, and he was sure she would agree.

After all, women have such a narrow perspective. Even someone as powerful as the Queen of England has to lie down and serve her husband. Margaret Thatcher herself said that although she was the Prime Minister, she still had to cook and iron her husband's shirts when she got home. How could a female bodyguard not want to rise to a higher position?

Her motorcycle helmet is a Nissan Arai, made of fiberglass, extremely light and luxurious, costing over ten thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Pure black, extremely clean and bright, so that even though Zhang Ziqiang was so close to her, he could only see his own face reflected in the light. That made him very uncomfortable, because if he couldn't see her expression, it would be difficult for him to fight her.

Fortunately, she seemed quite willing to accept his suggestion, nodding slightly and saying, "Okay."

Zhang Ziqiang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "Then we're partners. I need to go to the West District now. Have those bodyguards clear the way. If you're sincere, I'll kill Nie Tai someday."

He couldn't go to the East District, because if he ran from there, he would cross the sea and be on the mainland, where he wouldn't be able to escape.

But if he went to the port in the western district, he could easily rob a large ferry and go to Macau or the Philippines, thus escaping.

The female bodyguard first raised her hand, pointing to the police behind her, then turned to the bodyguards to the west, seemingly to give an order. Zhang Ziqiang was on high alert, but he still had a sliver of hope that he could escape.

But at most he would relax for just a fraction, and that fraction of relaxation would lead to his demise.

He was waiting for her to speak, but she didn't give him time to react before she kicked off the motorcycle and jumped up. Her fiberglass helmet hit his nose, and her knee struck the front of his motorcycle. The still-starting motorcycle swerved rapidly to the left. He fired his gun, bullets whizzing wildly, but he couldn't control his motorcycle, and it crashed into Amin's motorcycle.

When Cheung Tze-keung fell to the ground, he couldn't understand how the female bodyguard had done it. In a second, she leaped up, using her body as a spring, and straddled his head. Of course, he also released the hostage and crashed into Ah Ming.

Amin released the hostage, but at the same time pointed his gun at Chen Rou: "Don't move!"

He roared again, "Nobody move, or I'll kill her!"

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