There's something even more exciting to come.
Xiao Zhang is on the opposite shore of the sea, and he can see the iconic giant screen of Victoria Harbour on the other side of the sea.
She saw a television station vehicle speeding past her, and immediately saw the television screen across the street showing footage of British armored vehicles passing by.
Of course, she was too far away to hear how the TV station reported tonight's events. Besides, she didn't understand Cantonese, so listening to it would be pointless. Therefore, it didn't really matter whether she listened or not.
But she had a gut feeling that Chen Rou would definitely have a place in tonight's storm.
That also meant that her old man's constant grumbling and muttering about how Mrs. Nie was no ordinary person was indeed true.
But that's unbelievable! This is Hong Kong before the handover, and they mobilized the military.
Chen Rou can even pick up soldiers? What did she do? Just how amazing are her skills?
Leaving aside Xiao Zhang's complete confusion, Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao arrived at the tunnel shortly afterward.
Meanwhile, the reporter who once captured the amazing scene in the opening sequence of TVB's evening news, had already tied the bungee cord to the top of the tunnel, holding a camera in his hand, ready to capture the classic scene.
Although he didn't know what was going on yet, he had a feeling that it must be a sexy female bodyguard who was coming, and that she would definitely go into the tunnel. However, tonight might be her last dance, or it might be her farewell performance.
Because she hadn't arrived yet, but four or five police cars had already quietly driven into the tunnel.
Moreover, reconnaissance planes dispatched from the Sham Shui Po military camp have also arrived, turning on their headlights and illuminating the tunnel as bright as day.
Furthermore, on the opposite side, at the Kowloon exit, a large number of British troops have arrived and are waiting to ambush them.
The same tunnel was used by the glamorous female bodyguard many times, and he captured a lot of classic scenes in it.
But never before has the military and police been deployed, with martial law imposed on land, sea, and air forces.
The reconnaissance planes overhead were practically skimming the ground, while the British troops who had come directly from Tamar, riding in large trucks, used their vehicles as shields, lying down inside and aiming at the tunnel entrance. The military vehicles also formed a semi-circle around the intersection.
It's easy to imagine that as soon as the female bodyguard passed by, a hail of bullets would riddle her with holes, leaving her with only one option: to surrender.
Suddenly, a series of loud cracking sounds erupted. The paparazzi looked up and cried out, "Thank God!"
He could see it with his own eyes: behind them were reporters and television crews, as well as military armored vehicles; in front were two motorcycles, and judging by their leading style, they were undoubtedly female bodyguards.
What else could the paparazzi say? He kept saying, "Amitabha, Bodhisattva, please bless our mainland secret agents!"
Of course, he didn't dare to slack off while praying for free. He checked the rope one last time before jumping down. However, he paused for a moment just as he was about to jump. Although he was far away, the streetlights were bright enough and his position was high enough. He saw clearly that the female bodyguard at the traffic light intersection, without any sign of braking, let go of the rope with both hands, jumped forward, and rolled rapidly.
The paparazzi didn't have time to jump, but luckily the camera was on, so he recorded the whole thing.
Unfortunately, the female bodyguard rolled away and hid under the tollbooth, out of his sight.
Her motorcycle, propelled by inertia, glided through the completely blocked intersection, slicing through the curves and heading straight for the tunnel entrance.
Soldiers are different from police officers; they must follow orders. So, when the commander gave the order to fire, everyone opened fire at once.
The paparazzi were stunned. Amidst the deafening whistle of bullets, they muttered "Damn it!" before exclaiming in astonishment, "My God, you can do that?!"
But before he could finish speaking, he saw a flash of fire before his eyes, followed by a deafening explosion.
It was the female bodyguard's motorcycle; it was originally a target, but it exploded directly.
The paparazzi should be thankful they didn't go down there, otherwise they would have been blown to pieces by the bomb and thrown against the tunnel wall.
He was still filming and watching. He saw that another man in black had abandoned his motorcycle and run away during the explosion.
As for how he and his female bodyguard were able to escape the crisis temporarily, we have to say that the British soldiers were incredibly stupid.
It's also possible that the long period of peace has deprived them of combat experience.
It's important to know that the Cross-Harbour Tunnel is bidirectional, and the two tunnel entrances are independent.
The British commander naturally assumed that the female bodyguard would follow traffic rules and enter through the entrance, so he equipped a large number of soldiers at the entrance tunnel and only deployed one vehicle at the exit.
Moreover, when the commander shouted to fire, he ordered the guards to shine their headlights at the female bodyguard's motorcycle.
The reconnaissance aircraft circling overhead also shone their vertical lights directly at the locomotive after detecting it.
Just like a spotlight on a stage, when one spot is exceptionally bright, the rest of the area becomes dim.
But the female bodyguards weren't as stupid as the British soldiers. They could handle things like entrances and exits.
So she threw her motorcycle out to draw fire, and in front of a truckload of British soldiers, she ran directly into the exit tunnel on the other side.
There was another person behind her who threw away his motorcycle when it exploded and also walked into the tunnel.
But whether it was the paparazzi's imagination or not, as he was filming with his camera, he saw the man in black suddenly stop, look up, and his eyes were looking in his direction. What was going on? Had he been discovered?
At the same time, some sharp-eyed British soldiers spotted the man in black and shouted, "He's here!"
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