Leaving aside the sensation among the city's residents and the shock of the two bigwigs, let's return to the scene.
In the courtyard of the unfinished building, littered with garbage, only Guo Fuzheng's pitiful cries could be heard: "Uncle Police, save me!"
The truck was full of corpses, their flesh mangled and bloody. He was sitting in a pool of blood, in a truly horrific state.
Outside, the police had just set up their defenses, and Nie Zhao had already arrived.
Boss Nie drove himself here, and as soon as he got out of the car, he asked, "Captain Yue, where's Arou?"
He chased after her all the way, but never saw her on the road. The last image of her was when she rushed into the tunnel. After that, Nie Zhao never found her again. He could vaguely hear her voice on the television, but he didn't know where she was.
For Yu Yuezhongqi and the others, Chen Rou is not the most important thing right now, after all, she just shot Yu Heng dead.
The problem now is that not only has the robbery occurred, but the hostage is in the hands of the kidnappers, and money is needed to ransom her.
But Yue Zhongqi and his group had everything except money.
The current situation is somewhat ironic, because it was Yue Zhongqi who assured Nie Zhao that his nephew would be fine.
"Grit your teeth," Yue Zhongqi reassured Boss Nie, "Mrs. Nie is definitely fine. Just now, she even..."
When reporters gathered around, he stopped, saying only, "She's fine."
Nie Zhao was aware of his predicament, and of course, he had prepared the money to handle such a big matter.
So he turned around and pointed to Secretary An, who had opened the trunk: "The key is in the car. Go talk to Cheung Tze-keung. As long as he doesn't harm the hostages, the car is his. Here's 50 million in cash, a deposit. Give me 6 hours, and I guarantee I can raise up to 1 billion. But you absolutely cannot harm the children. Go, go negotiate."
The Rolls-Royce's trunk was packed full, covered with a black cloth.
As soon as Secretary An unveiled the document, reporters immediately started snapping photos with their flashes.
A group of bodyguards quickly stepped forward to block the reporters.
A reporter asked, "Why fifty million?"
Another reporter said, "Are you stupid? A car's trunk can only hold a maximum of fifty million."
Another reporter said, "I never expected that Chairman Nie would go to the front lines alone to single-handedly rescue his nephew."
Although the bodyguards were trying to dodge and block the camera, people were still taking pictures.
Of course, although he didn't expect so many unexpected things to happen today, Nie Zhao can manage to cover up the trouble by spending money.
With his hands crossed, he said, "We can arrest people again, but Jiajun can't get into trouble."
Nie Jiajun is the eldest grandson of the Nie family. His father is already gone, so he can't afford to get into any more trouble.
Yue Zhongqi quickly reassured Boss Nie: "Don't worry, at worst we'll just shoot Zhang Ziqiang in the head, the hostages will be fine."
He shook hands again and saluted, saying, "Thank you for your support of our work."
The trunk was full of cash; I never expected Nie Zhao to drive all the way here.
And this Rolls-Royce is the best thing that could have happened to them.
To prevent people in the yard from hearing, we don't need walkie-talkies anymore.
They all had small cell phones. Yue Zhongqi called Chen Ke and explained his plan, saying, "Yuan Chao and I will go in and lure the enemy out. Captain Chen, you're in charge of taking them down!"
Chen Ke replied without hesitation, "Okay."
Since only six people could be on duty at a time, and they currently only had six people, all scattered in different locations, the mission required communication via walkie-talkie. Chen Ke held the walkie-talkie and gave the order: "Everyone, prepare to rescue the hostages!"
He then said, "Dong 1, 004!"
This was a code, meaning that what they were about to do was not to arrest, but to kill.
They wanted to kill Cheung Tze-keung.
In the courtyard, Guo Fuzheng was still shouting, "Uncle Policeman, come save me! Please save me!"
He didn't even realize that if it weren't for his idiot behavior, this whole affair would have ended perfectly today.
The fact that he is still alive is simply due to good luck.
All preparations are underway. The next step is to kill Cheung Tze-keung.
The reporter following Hu Yong asked, "Police officers, what exactly do you intend to do?"
Hu Yong couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Shut up, buddy!"
This was their first time experiencing this, and he was there to snipe, but he had brought a photographer with him.
Fortunately, Cheung Tze-keung couldn't watch TV, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to complete today's mission.
But he wasn't the only one bothered by this, because at every intersection, reporters climbed up both sides of the high walls, either taking pictures or recording.
If the reporters with microphones weren't made of flesh and blood and afraid of bullets, they probably would have gone to interview Cheung Tze-keung.
"I'll take the bullet, you take the hostage?" Yue Zhongqi took a deep breath and looked at Song Yuanchao: "I'll take the bullet, you take the hostage?"
Song Yuanchao wanted to hide another gun, but Nie Zhao stopped him: "No, don't joke with Jiajun's life."
They were going in to surrender their guns. If they hid an extra one, they might anger Cheung Tze-keung and cause him to kill someone.
Oh, and there's some bad news too.
Well-equipped Flying Tigers and Major Crimes Unit personnel are rushing to the scene and are en route.
So they had to rescue Nie Jiajun quickly, otherwise the credit would go to someone else.
That's right, the whole team only has one set of bulletproof vests, and it's on Yue Zhongqi.
He would draw fire from the front, while Chen Ke would be responsible for killing Zhang Ziqiang, and that would be the end of the matter for today.
But just then the walkie-talkie crackled to life. It was Chen Rou: "Team Leader Chen, Team Leader Chen, we need to capture him alive."
Chen Ke resolutely said, "No, no, the hostages are more important!"
This is Hong Kong. If Cheung Tze-keung dies, the media frenzy will end. But if he lives, there will be a long trial process. Every time he is tried, the mainland police will attend as the original investigating officers. That will be a perfect opportunity to promote their image and also make the wealthy people of Hong Kong more polite to the mainland police.
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