Moreover, she was riding a motorcycle, which is not as safe as a car.
Is she also caught in the chaos? Is she still safe?
He wants to bring people over to provide support, but will he leave behind any evidence?
This was their first time handling a case in Hong Kong, and their first time experiencing a scene like this—a gunfight in the middle of the city.
Chen Ke gritted his teeth, unbuttoned his shirt, and was about to rush to the rescue when he heard Yue Zhongqi shout, "Damn it!"
Everyone turned to look into the distance, towards Victoria Harbour, where, on a high-rise building, there was a giant television screen that usually showed commercials, but at this moment it was showing gunfights and chase scenes.
Because it's an outdoor TV, the picture isn't very clear, but you can tell it's a gunfight that's happening right now.
No wonder Hong Kong citizens are always proud of themselves; it's truly amazing that they can even livestream gunfights.
Chen Ke took off his police uniform, along with his identification, and was about to hand it to Yue Zhongqi when he subconsciously looked at the screen and froze.
Yue Zhongqi shouted first, "It's her! That's her!"
Hu Yong also said, "It's her, it's definitely her!"
On television, an ambulance can be seen speeding towards the camera, which shakes violently. Then, the camera locks onto a female motorcyclist wearing a black helmet and a black jacket, who walks towards the camera and then quickly moves away.
The camera then cuts to her riding a motorcycle, chasing after the kidnappers' ambulance.
Although it was nighttime, the entrance signs for the undersea tunnel were still very prominent.
So as the camera continued to zoom in, and the tunnel was right in front of them, Chen Ke ordered: "Everyone prepare for battle!"
In Hong Kong, where cameras and video recorders are everywhere, their risky trip to the island would be tantamount to giving the local police something to catch them, and they might end up packing their bags and going home. So Chen Ke decided to go by himself.
But this wasn't just something they knew; Chen Rou knew, and Song Yuanchao knew too.
And now, they are doing everything they can to drive people to Kowloon.
At the tunnel entrance, Chen Ke and his men simply needed to wait and watch.
They watched the live broadcast on a distant television set while pointing their guns at the tunnel.
In a relay race, they gave it their all, ready to take over the baton at any moment.
On the 40th floor of the high-rise building, Nie Zhao looked around for a moment, then turned and rushed towards the elevator.
Secretary An grabbed him and said, "Boss, come to the conference room quickly, there's a live broadcast from your wife."
His wife actually appeared on TV, and it was broadcast live?
Nie Zhao had considered staging a sensational event, a big one, to make Zhang Ziqiang's kidnapping attempt fail in front of the whole city and then be arrested. He had also considered that something unexpected might happen, but everything that has happened now is completely beyond his expectations.
He never expected that what he saw when he rushed into the conference room was his wife chasing the kidnappers on a motorcycle, broadcast live on television. As he was watching, his phone rang. Seeing that it was a call from home, he quickly answered it.
Nie Han said, "Uncle, A Yuan won't let us hug him and keeps crying. What should we do?"
The little guy's boisterous, chattering voice could be faintly heard over the phone.
Nie Zhao gripped his phone tightly, beads of sweat the size of soybeans constantly seeping from his forehead.
He suddenly yelled at Secretary An: "Immediately, send Wade and the others with guns to provide support! AKs, AKs!"
Regardless of the law, his wife only had a pistol, but Cheung Tze-keung had an AK. It was a case of brute force versus cannon fire, and he had no chance of winning.
Secretary An hurriedly said, "They have already set off, and they brought AK with them."
At this moment, the TV screen switched back to the host, and Nie Zhao turned around and rushed towards the elevator.
As he walked, he asked Nie Han on the phone, "Is A Yuan still crying?"
Nie Han said, "No, no, Uncle, Yuan is watching TV, and there's something on TV...it looks like...Oh my god..."
Normally, Nie Zhao strictly forbids a six-month-old baby from watching television, but Li Xia was there today.
She only knows traditional parenting methods; when she sees her child crying uncontrollably, she turns on the TV.
Using television to soothe children is a favorite pastime of the older generation.
Hong Kong residents might not recognize her and just think she's a female bodyguard, but Ah Yuan certainly knows his mother.
With large tears still clinging to his face, the little guy pointed at the replays flashing on TV, saying, "Mang, Mang Mang!"
That's his mother!
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