We're close enough to communicate via walkie-talkie.
Seeing Yu Heng yank open the door and get back into the car, Song Yuanchao shouted, "Oh no! Young Master Jiajun is in danger!"
Before he finished speaking, Cheung Tze-keung and his four henchmen had already jumped into the ambulance.
The Russian guy cheered and chased after them, yelling, "Damn it, we lost the bait!"
Song Yuanchao said, "We can't worry about anything else, let's start killing!"
The plan was perfectly in place; at this point, Nie Jiajun would be rescued.
Yu Heng will also escape safely.
However, he certainly cannot escape his guilt.
Since his target is Nie Zhao, he will definitely take advantage of the chaos to find Nie Zhao.
As for this highly respected veteran detective, Nie Zhao didn't want him arrested, but killed.
Because he has too many acquaintances in the police station and is quite old, putting him in the station is like putting him in a nursing home.
But who could have imagined that Guo Fuzheng would be so stupid?
This is a kidnapping case, but does he think it's just playing house? How could he just start calling for help?
At that moment, it was as if Yu Heng, the police officer, had his underwear pulled down in public.
What else could we do but run?
He floored the accelerator, shoved two reporters aside, and sped away.
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Seeing that things were not going well, Song Yuanchao and Sam rushed forward, raised their guns and fired, first aiming at Zhang Ziqiang's men.
There are three vehicles in total. Only by taking them out can we weaken Cheung Tze-keung's firepower.
As for Cheung Tze-keung, that should be dealt with by Chen Ke and his men in Kowloon.
They fired their bullets, and the other side immediately returned fire.
The driver, Ram, fired his gun while yelling, "Fuck, fuck!"
He was driving recklessly after someone, but damn it, there were reporters standing in the road, taking pictures of him.
Inside the ambulance, Cheung Tze-keung was holding Kwok Fu-ching's head and smashing it with the butt of his gun.
"Fuck your mother, you piece of trash, I'll beat you up, I'll beat you up!" he roared.
Guo Fuzheng was only making a cameo appearance, after all, as it was his first time.
He hadn't even realized what he had done wrong, and shouted, "Brother Qiang, you've mistaken me for someone else! I'm Fuzheng!"
She then pointed to Nie Jiajun, who had just woken up: "Look, he's over there!"
Cheung Tze-keung smashed the glass again, yelling, "Damn it, I'm beating you up! You, you, you big idiot!"
Nie Jiajun had just woken up, and in his naive mind, he should be safe by now.
But what happened? How did he end up in an ambulance filled with burly gunmen carrying AKs?
Upon closer inspection of Cheung Tze-keung, he was completely dumbfounded.
This wasn't just a game, it's for real now! He's really been tied up. Where's his backpack? The kindest person gave him a locator, a steel plate, and nerve agent, which are coming in handy now, but he can't find his backpack!
He was so scared that he wet his pants, and he was trembling just as badly as Guo Fuzheng.
One of the kidnappers hit him with the butt of his rifle, and well, he passed out again.
At the same time, bullets whizzed by, but Yu Heng dodged them swiftly and moved forward quickly.
At this point, they only had one option: to find the pier as soon as possible, board a ship, and leave Hong Kong.
The melee officially began.
As Song Yuanchao saw the ambulance turn towards the dock, he yelled into the walkie-talkie at his Russian brother, "Ivanov, ram him!"
The ambulance must go to Kowloon; Chen Ke and the others are waiting.
The Russian guy was right in front of us, and when he swerved the steering wheel, he also yelled "Holy crap!"
As Chen Rou rode her motorcycle past his car, two shots rang out, blowing up one of Zhang Ziqiang's men who was aiming at him from behind. The motorcycle also collided with the ambulance, slowing it down.
Gunshots, revving engines, braking, shouting—the scene was chaotic, with spent shell casings clattering to the ground.
But the ambulance reversed a few steps, turned the wheel, drove onto the lawn, and headed towards the other side of the road.
Chen Rou followed closely behind, and Song Yuanchao and the others also kept up, rushing together towards another path.
The invited reporters were like mice that had fallen into a rice jar, snapping photos like crazy.
This is firsthand information! If we print a supplement, the citizens will snatch it all up in no time.
Seizing the opportunity, they dodged stray bullets and weaved through the workshop, determined to get close-up shots of everyone.
In the battle between bodyguards and kidnappers, Song Yuanchao was chasing an ambulance when he heard a loud crash. He turned around and saw that the driver of the car chasing them was dead, but his foot was still on the accelerator, pushing forward relentlessly.
He fired two shots, even squirting the driver's soy milk, but he couldn't get him to stop.
He fired wildly while yelling, "Turn! Turn!"
If they don't turn now, they're going to crash into the wall.
As the car behind Ram made a sharp turn, the two gunmen in the car whose driver had died were knocked unconscious.
Song Yuanchao and Hank raised their guns and opened fire, hitting the heads one after another. Then Song Yuanchao jumped out of the car and rushed forward to fire two more shots.
But as soon as he turned around, another car came rushing towards him. Seeing the gunman aiming at him, he rolled to the side.
Just then, Chen Rou's motorcycle ran over his head, and two shots rang out, blowing the gunman's head off.
With a whoosh, the motorcycle swerved around the bend, and she dodged the bullet fired by the driver.
As the motorcycle drifted and spun, she fired again, and the driver was also shot in the head.
Wow, a beautiful woman on a motorcycle, who could this be?
The reporters found a juicy angle and rushed over, snapping photos of Chen Rou like crazy.
With another loud bang, the Russian guy floored the accelerator, slamming another car against the wall.
Amidst the clicking of reporters' camera shutters, Chen Rou swerved her motorcycle sharply towards the car window and fired a shot. Between two shots, the robber who had just raised his gun was shot in the head.
With a sharp turn, she weaved between two reporters and chased after the frantically fleeing ambulance.
So here's the question: Does the Nie family really have a mysterious female bodyguard? How come reporters have never photographed her?
Three of Nie Zhao's bodyguard cars were chasing an ambulance, while she was far ahead.
Motorbike beauty, she's so fierce it's unfair!
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