Nie Zhao was naturally going to come when Chen Rou went on a mission, and he was in the Pajero in the tunnel.

CEO Wade was also there. Just now, the two of them each held a pair of binoculars and leaned over the back seat to see where they were going.

They witnessed the chase, the gunfight, and the explosion of the two-lane car.

Just as the Bentley plunged into the tunnel, CEO Wade abruptly put down his binoculars and stared at Nie Zhao in surprise.

For a long time, he just opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

It's important to understand that the technology for using firearms, artillery, and fighter jets is constantly evolving.

Just like shooting a gasoline drum or exploding a car's fuel tank, it's still just a special effect in movies. For the military to actually implement it in combat, it will require generations of special forces soldiers to repeatedly practice it with a large number of gasoline drums, cars, tanks, and other equipment.

The money the military spends on training someone like Chen Rou, enough to recast a life-size replica of her in gold, is enough to demonstrate the value and significance of her existence as a soldier.

But Wade didn't know, and neither did Nie Zhao. So even when Wade was making the plan, he didn't think he could wipe out all the henchmen. That's why he arranged three identical white Pajeros in the tunnel to distract the target.

But now, things are going surprisingly well.

Because with all the pursuing vehicles destroyed, they no longer needed to escape.

Wade was incredibly surprised, but since he didn't know who fired the shot, he hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Song, you're amazing!"

He assumed that such superb car-breaking skills came from the seemingly simple-minded Song Yuanchao.

Nie Zhao corrected him, saying, "It's Arou."

He also remarked, "She seems to be even more outstanding than I could have imagined."

He had never witnessed his wife's legendary feat of shooting an oil drum, so today was the first time he had seen her shooting skills, which were even more exquisite than her knife skills. It was simply amazing, amazing to the point of being divine.

Regardless of what Wade thought when he heard that Chen Rou was the one who caused the car accident, it's time for them to move on to the next step.

Although the hypothetical scenario that originally only appeared in movies has come true, and the two Dodge cars did not fire any flares, car phones and mobile phones are now very common. The news of Xiang Tiange's death must have already spread, and his henchmen have also received the news. They will arrive in 5 to 10 minutes at most.

At this point, what Nie Zhao and his team need to do is not to execute the plan, but to take advantage of the favorable situation that Song Yuanchao and Chen Rou have created, and go a step further to make the situation even more favorable to them.

Therefore, they need to act immediately.

Wade slapped his thigh and said in Khmer, "Boss, we should call the police, and also, we should call the media!"

Nie Zhao had already pulled out his mobile phone.

But instead of dialing himself, he tossed the phone to Wade: "You call Kowloon Police Station and ask them to dispatch officers immediately. Also, have Sam and Hank head towards Tsim Sha Tsui to stop Xiang Tiange's men."

After saying that, he opened the car door and got out.

The battered and wrecked Pajero happened to stop next to him.

Liang Lisheng, who was in the car, was also howling and screaming: "Damn it, both Dodges are blown up, howl, they're both blown up!"

This is fucking awesome!

He kept sighing, his hands never idle. He jumped out of the car, opened the Bentley door, pulled out his gun, turned his head and fired two more shots, then wiped the blood off his face and looked around. He picked up the AK with the muzzle of his gun, examined it, then poked at the box of money, and exclaimed, "Damn it, Xiang Tiange, you had the life to take the money but not the life to spend it. You deserve it!"

As he was about to close the door, he glanced around again and saw something under Xiang Tiange's buttocks, whose neck was crooked. Just as he was about to go to the back to check, Song Yuanchao opened the back door to pick it up.

It was a wallet containing two police ID cards and two car keys.

It was also the most important thing that Yu Zhengrong gave to Xiang Tiange.

Song Yuanchao, a soldier, knew nothing about police work and almost went to arrest it, but Liang Lisheng stopped him: "Don't touch it!"

They could only look at and remember everything in the Bentley, but they were not allowed to touch it.

Leung Lee-sang used the gun barrel to pull out the police officer's ID card. And sure enough, it was genuine. The officer's information on it belonged to an ordinary police officer working in Central. Even those two officers couldn't tell if it was real or fake.

If they hadn't shot Xiang Tiange today, not only would Nie Zhao be dead tomorrow, but these two police officers would also have been implicated.

And now, it will become part of the plan to kill Yu Zhengrong.

"That's good stuff," Liang Lisheng poked at it with the gun barrel and laughed, "Damn it, Officer Yu, you're dead!"

...

That said, despite Song Yuanchao's skillful fighting and accurate marksmanship, he also completed the mission exceptionally well.

But he felt very uncomfortable that bullets were still being fired at his own compatriots during such a fierce firefight today.

But there was nothing that could be done, because today Kowloon Walled City has a notorious international nickname: Sin City.

The people living here, not to mention the gang leaders, even someone like Liang Lisheng, who is outwardly respected and above others, has blood on his hands.

Moreover, his extensive experience in handling tasks left Song Yuanchao speechless.

Despite his seemingly carefree and easygoing nature, he is extremely meticulous when it comes to handling matters.

He gestured for Song Yuanchao to step back, closed the car door, took out a towel from his back pocket, and carefully wiped the two door handles of the Bentley, removing all of their fingerprints. He then took out a UV flashlight and examined them carefully again before saying to Song Yuanchao, "Disposing of stolen goods is just as important as doing the job. Song, you must remember, you must never leave any of your fingerprints at the scene of an incident."

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