You have to be willing to go all out to make big news.
The person who captured the amazing marksmanship at the tunnel entrance was a newspaper reporter.
At that moment, the TV station's director was talking to him on the phone: "Three million, four million, OK, five million, deal, hurry up!"
It's hard to say whether Cheung Tze-keung can still make money, but reporters have made a fortune thanks to him.
The reporter removed the videotape and tossed it to the people who arrived later.
The person rushed onto the TV broadcast van, and the next second, the replay was already on TV.
This is a television program with higher viewership than the Queen's Christmas speech.
Whenever a show has new juicy material, all the viewers seem to know it immediately and switch channels, causing the ratings to soar.
The visuals are truly explosive; it's worth five million to buy an exclusive.
Three gunmen with AKs, in first-person perspective, two were shot in the head the moment they exited the tunnel, and one was seriously injured.
Are mainland police officers really that good? Their marksmanship is so amazing!
But their vehicles seem a bit cheap; why is there only one police car and two small motorcycles?
Is it a bit too funny to see an electric scooter chasing after a ruthless criminal?
Never mind, the reporters will keep following, and the citizens will keep watching!
...
Yu Heng naturally wanted to go onto the overpass, head straight to the port, get a boat, and then escape.
But Chen Ke and his team have been planning for so long, and the main battlefield is in Kowloon. How could they let him escape?
Although their hardware is lacking, the Nie family is very wealthy.
With a command from Yue Zhongqi over the walkie-talkie, the Nie family's dump truck drivers collectively drove against the flow of traffic on the overpass. The first three trucks blocked the entrance, while the dump trucks completely blocked the entrance. Yu Heng then turned and drove against the flow of traffic.
But with a loud horn blaring, the headlights all came on, and it was still a dump truck blocking the road.
Zhang Ziqiang roared, "Turn around! Turn around and go to the other side!"
Yu Heng, however, turned the steering wheel and drove straight into a narrow alley: "Are you stupid? Aren't there trucks on the other side?"
Zhang Ziqiang realized what was happening: "Damn it, is Nie Zhao trying to kill the dog behind closed doors?"
Yu Heng, after all, is an experienced officer; he sees further and more clearly.
He thought his scheme was flawless, and that he could use someone else to do his dirty work and bring the Nie family to a complete defeat.
But as he walked along, he realized that Nie Zhao's scheme was airtight.
After two whole years of waiting and planning, he ended up on TV today, losing face in front of all the people of Hong Kong.
But when he looked back at the police car in the rearview mirror, hope rekindled in his heart: "They're just mainland police, no big deal."
Not only is it a small matter, but they only have one beat-up police car and two small motorcycles, so there's nothing to be afraid of.
But just as his hope was rekindled, Cheung Tze-keung began to succumb to pessimism again: "Damn it, they're a bunch of devils!"
He pointed the gun at Yu Heng again: "I came here because I trusted your reputation as a detective, but I didn't expect you to be so useless, you idiot!"
Looking at the citizens peering out from the shops and residential buildings along the street, and the reporters who occasionally risked their lives to rush over on motorcycles and record videos, he thought that his lifelong reputation was about to be ruined today, and roared: "Think of a solution quickly!"
Yu Heng said, "Now there is only one way out: head to the police station. Inspector Liao will ensure our safe departure."
But when he turned the steering wheel again, intending to rush into Kowloon, he broke through the defenses after turning the corner.
He roared, "Nie Zhao, you'll die a horrible death!"
On the way to the Kowloon Police Station, Nip's employees had just blocked off a mace-like obstacle.
A group of reporters were hiding behind spiked clubs, snapping away, and someone shouted, "Detective Yu, look here!"
Their only way out was blocked again.
Nie Zhao, clearly a man who deserves to die, is like an invisible giant hand pressing down on Yu Heng's head.
Continuing forward, Cheung Tze-keung gritted his teeth: "No, stop the car, take more hostages!"
Yu Heng thought the same way; the more people they kidnapped, the safer they would be.
But as soon as he braked, Guo Fuzheng shouted loudly, and Zhang Ziqiang turned around and his hair stood on end.
A reporter on a motorcycle was also shouting: "I got it on camera! The sharpshooter from the mainland! I got the footage!"
During the alleyway battle in the chase, Guo Fuzheng was also considered a hostage.
Zhang Ziqiang's only remaining healthy gunman was carrying Guo Fuzheng, firing to block their pursuit.
But I don't know which mainland police officer it was, since there was only one beat-up car and two small electric scooters.
However, someone actually sniped during the chase, shooting his subordinate in the right shoulder and rendering the AK useless.
But that wasn't all. The henchman picked up an AK with his left hand, grabbed Guo Fuzheng to shield him, and fired again.
But as soon as he reached out, someone on the electric scooter behind him aimed precisely and his left shoulder was blown apart!
"Boss, I'm going to die, boss!"
His men were crying and shouting, "Boss, drive faster! Drive faster!"
Guo Fuzheng discovered that both of the kidnapper's hands were useless, so he struggled, and just then another bullet hit the kidnapper right between the eyebrows!
Now only one seriously injured person remains, too frightened to lift his head, just lying there.
A carload of kidnappers, armed with AKs, are about to be wiped out.
The reporters on both sides stared in disbelief at the electric scooter that sped past: "Wow, a sharpshooter!"
Guo Fuzheng, however, was quick-witted. He waved his hands and shouted, "Police officers, help me!"
Zhang Ziqiang looked ahead again and yelled, "Damn it, a dead end!"
In their panic, they rushed into a dead end!
...
The shot that hit the kidnapper right between the eyebrows was fired by Chen Ke.
Their guns were all issued by the Hong Kong Police Department, and they all had some minor problems.
The gun jammed when it was pulled, and when the shot was fired, it tore off a piece of flesh from the robber's index finger, but it also hit the robber right between the eyebrows.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
