Rcu and the middle-aged man were arguing. More than 20 minutes later, they also heard the sound of a helicopter. From a distance, it looked like it was heading up the mountain.

This is on the way to the scene of the firefight. At this moment, Xing Baohua's guards carried a large foreign man into the villa.

Like carrying a pig, their hands and feet were tied together, a tree branch was threaded through them, and they were carried by two people.

The foreigner looked like he was on his deathbed, with several bloody holes in his arms and legs.

The remaining two guards were also helped back.

It looks like he's injured too.

Needless to say, someone had already rushed over to provide emergency treatment.

The RCU supervisor glanced at the foreigner and said to his subordinates, "Quick, call an ambulance."

Xing Baohua, the head of the guard team, and that middle-aged man pushed aside the RCU director and gave the foreigner an injection first.

He turned to the RCU supervisor and said, "Ask whatever you want right now. Can't you see he's bleeding so fast he's about to die? He'd be dead by the time the ambulance arrives. I gave him a shot of adrenaline, so he'll probably only last a few minutes or so. Ask whatever you have to say."

After saying that, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and took a step back to make room.

"What is a cardiac stimulant? How can you use drugs like this?! I'll sue you for attempted murder!"

Xing Baohua knows a little about this, although the terminology may be different. Most of our early medical staff called adrenaline a "heart stimulant" or a "life-saving injection."

Seeing those people on the verge of death, giving them an injection might offer a glimmer of hope for survival. That's the gist of it.

When Xing Baohua mentioned adrenaline, the RCU supervisor said, "Why don't you stop the bleeding? Use morphine!"

Okay, this topic is impossible to discuss.

It's also clear that this manager doesn't have much experience.

Do you really think this is a battlefield, where people are constantly giving painkillers like morphine or something?

The priority now is not pain relief, but prolonging the other person's life and buying time to ask some useful questions.

Perhaps noticing the foreigner's radiant complexion, the RCU supervisor's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What's your name? What's your nationality? How did you get your equipment into Hong Kong?"

Good grief, all those questions were useless.

Xing Baohua suddenly interrupted, asking, "Who sent you to kill me? How much is the bounty? Is it the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Before the foreigner could speak, the three words "Yakuza Group" startled Rcu and his colleagues.

When the Yamaguchi-gumi comes to Hong Kong on business, it's usually a few or a dozen people, but they fight tooth and nail and rarely use these high-powered weapons.

At most, they use close-range weapons like the Q and five-shot bursts.

“You’ve messed with the Yamaguchi-gumi,” the Ruc supervisor asked Xing Baohua, turning his head.

“Sir, hurry up and question the suspect, not me. He wants to talk to me. We have time, we can sit down and have coffee or tea. He only has a few minutes.” Xing Baohua said speechlessly to the officer who hadn’t even given his surname yet.

Just as the supervisor was about to ask a question, a huge roar of a helicopter suddenly came from the sky. They lowered their altitude, lowered ropes, and many people, like glue, slid down the ropes.