People in the public toilet felt the floor shake and all the stalls overflow, with sewage splashing onto their faces.
What's going on? It's Christmas Eve, why isn't it peaceful at all?
The public toilet exploded, the feces exploded, what the hell happened?
Before leaving, Ji Xiaofeng comforted a little girl: "Wait here for your mother, she will come back."
They blew up the well, turned around, and joined the surging crowd.
Meanwhile, 200 meters away, at the door of Cheung Tze-keung's house, rescue efforts were underway under the watchful eyes of reporters.
There were only six Flying Tigers officers on site, their guns pointed at the front door of Cheung Tze-keung's house. They had already pushed all the onlookers outside the cordon, and the ambulance was about to enter. Brother Lam stood at the front, turning around from time to time to wave to the reporters.
He must really want to release a photo, a photo that can be featured in Western media as a yearly masterpiece.
Huo Qi was still trying in vain to turn the tide: "Inspector Lin, what if Brother Qiang kills someone?"
In fact, Lin Yong, the top dog, had also considered this issue.
But he said confidently, "Don't worry, Zhang Ziqiang won't run away. He won't kill anyone."
Huo Qi said, "But if he kills just one person, we will completely lose the trust of the people of Hong Kong, and that is the people's hearts!"
He added, "Inspector Lin, issue the order quickly to evacuate the citizens on site and make them leave."
There were too many people surrounding them. Even without an AK, Cheung Tze-keung could have killed several with any gun he picked up.
Huo Qi didn't want that to happen because he was a Kowloon citizen, and the people watching were all his fellow villagers.
They were just ordinary people, like cattle and horses, with parents, wives, and children. Huo Qi didn't want anything to happen to them.
However, it can be said that he values Huo Qi's character and wants to teach him how to do things. Lin Yong also said, "Huo sir, you are too serious and too nervous. If Brother Qiang really pulls out a weapon, remember, don't risk your life recklessly. Protecting the citizens of Hong Kong, protecting children, or even protecting cats is fine. This is just a job, you don't need to be so nervous."
Huo Qi's head was buzzing.
They even wished they could turn around and point the gun at Brother Lin.
Cheung Tze-keung wasted so much police resources; Fok Kai and his colleagues worked overtime until they were exhausted and on the verge of death. Moreover, the hundreds of millions of dollars he robbed were all deposited in Swiss banks.
The money comes from the consumer. As long as wealthy people like Nie Zhao and Boss Luo raise the price of goods, they can still make back their money. But what do ordinary people get? Ever-increasing housing prices and an ever-growing down payment.
Lin Sir wasn't bad, and he hadn't even broken the law, but in Huo Qi's eyes, he was just as hateful as Zhang Sir, Zhang Shihui.
Royal Police officers, how can it be just a job?
He works overtime so much that he has no time for romance, and he endures exorbitant housing prices. He could have stopped everything, but all he can do is save children and cats when disaster strikes, and then try to earn a meager compliment from across the ocean?
At this moment, Huo Qi not only loathed Brother Lin, but he loathed the entire Hong Kong Police Force from top to bottom.
He picked up the walkie-talkie and said to his subordinates, "You are the Flying Tigers of Hong Kong, the pride of the people of Hong Kong. Immediately tighten the encirclement. Everyone has bulletproof vests. Stand your ground and do everything you can to prevent Cheung Tze-keung from escaping!"
He called Chen Ke again and yelled, "Chen sir, Chen sir, listen to the walkie-talkie code, connect immediately, joint mission!"
In a sense, at this moment, Hong Kong police officers and mainland public security officers truly became one family.
When Brother Lin heard the mainland police's walkie-talkie come in, he looked at Huo Qi in surprise.
Under the bright lights, Huo Qi, who was guarding the gate with a gun, seemed to understand what was going on. He pulled off his black hooded mask and gave Lin Yi a mocking smile. With an AK in one hand, he raised his middle finger high.
He made it clear: from now on, the Flying Tigers belong to the Chinese nation!
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