But of course, the group of bodyguards behind him, each over 190cm tall, were an added bonus.
Gu Sir reached out from afar: "Chairman Nie."
The other officers also eagerly extended their hands, saying, "Hello, Chairman Nie."
Unlike them, who bow down to money and even the richest man, Colonel Lango was not only white but also a soldier. In Hong Kong, only the Governor could compare to him. He was furious when he saw Nie Zhao brazenly park two luxury cars right next to his car.
He looked back at Inspector Gu and pointed at Nie Zhao: "Who is this? Why is he here? Who gave him special privileges?"
He then asked, "What if the criminals escape through him? Who will be held responsible? Is this how Hong Kong police enforce the law?"
Gu Sir is being unfairly blamed, because he doesn't even know how Nie Zhao got in.
But what if the richest man loses face? Should he accept it or argue back?
No one has ever treated him like this before. The police officers are also very curious about how this man, who has been the No. 1 richest man in Hong Kong for eight consecutive years, will respond. After all, he broke the rules and deserves to be scolded.
If Colonel Rango were to actually do something, even if he were simply kicked out, the other side would still be in the right.
But since Nie Zhao dared to come in, he must have a way to deal with it. He neither confronted nor accepted it. He simply calmly reached out to shake Colonel Lango's hand and said, "I heard that a serious incident occurred today, and many British soldiers died."
Colonel Rango refused to shake hands, but he was meticulous. He corrected Nie Zhao: "They are not soldiers, but police superintendents, six white men, and senior police superintendents from Hong Kong."
He was unwilling to shake hands, but fearing that Nie Zhao would be embarrassed, Gu Sir took the hand and shook Nie Zhao's hand.
Nie Zhao withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "But I just spoke to the governor on the phone, and he said the incident occurred in a military camp. Since it was the superintendents, and it's so late at night, do they have a meeting with the military tonight, a meeting that's just between you two?"
The truth is that because Chen Rou fought so desperately, she alerted the British soldiers on the first and second floors, and the British soldiers on the third floor and above were also on guard because of her warning. So although there were a few wounded, no one died.
The military went to great lengths to impose a citywide lockdown on Hong Kong, but the deaths weren't actually among soldiers; this whole thing is quite far-fetched.
Colonel Lango realized that Nie Zhao was digging a hole for himself and corrected him, saying, "But bandits attacked the military camp."
Nie Zhao glanced at Gu Sir, who suddenly realized something and asked, "Do we need the police to coordinate the investigation?"
He then looked at Inspector Zhao: "Immediately dispatch the Major Crimes Unit to Tamar to assist in the investigation."
Zhao Sir immediately replied, "Yes!"
Colonel Rango visibly hesitated, then immediately said, "Thank you, but we'll handle military matters ourselves."
The reason he didn't dare let the police get involved was because the collapsed floor was a large military intelligence station.
It contains not only a complete set of network cable communication equipment, but also various radios and special agent weapons, plus detailed files of all Hong Kong civil servants, making it a large repository of citizens' privacy.
If the police investigate and find out what happened, it could become an international scandal.
Although Colonel Rango did not have the same strong militaristic spirit as Sir James, he was also different from a truly upright governor who hoped for the healthy development of Hong Kong and the preservation of peace. He also hoped that Great Britain would continue to dominate this land, and of course, he did not like the intelligence station's affairs to be exposed.
But it was bound to be exposed sooner or later. And although the governor initially hoped that the matter could be handled privately, after Sir James and Lin Yonglin Sir went so far as to use nuclear waste to murder Nie Zhao, the governor was no longer willing to stand up for his colleagues or speak up for them.
There are six or seven million people on Hong Kong Island. The only difference between them and the British whites is their skin color. They are also human beings who need to survive and require a good living environment.
And who decided that white people must be the rulers and rule them forever?
And why should they have to resign themselves to fate and let Sir James hand over the ocean shipping industry, which could support half of Hong Kong's population, to outsiders for a little bit of profit?
Because of Chen Rou's appearance, Lin Yong died, and Sir James also died. The matter of the intelligence station and the illegal transactions involved can no longer be covered up from now on. It will eventually be exposed and made public.
Of course, Colonel Rango's fantasy that after the return, people would cry and beg, as if summoning their spirits, for the British soldiers to return to defend and protect Hong Kong, will ultimately remain just a beautiful dream.
We've had enough of chatting, it's time to call it a day and go pick up my wife.
Nie Zhao then said to Colonel Lango, "I'm sorry, my wife is in the tunnel. She is not feeling well and needs a stretcher."
Colonel Rango, of course, objected; he insisted that no one be allowed to enter.
But just then, Lieutenant Colonel Wali, who was injured in the car accident, limped over and whispered something to him.
Inspector Gu and Inspector Zhao exchanged a glance, and then Gu waved his hand and said, "Bring the stretcher in, immediately."
It's just a few white police officers who died. How many local police officers have died violently in Hong Kong over the years?
Why can't white officers die? And why should the entire population of Hong Kong mourn just because a few white officers have died? This is a bad habit we've developed. The most urgent task is to evacuate the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. That's what he said, that's the order he gave.
However, looking into the distance, he suddenly said, "Chairman Nie, that person might not be... might not be..."
Nie Zhao followed Gu Sir's gaze and saw that his wife, who should have been patiently waiting to be carried on a stretcher, had already walked to the tunnel entrance. She was wearing a long dress, a suit jacket, and carrying high heels in both hands, standing at the very front of the crowd.
As the security check began, she walked from the dark tunnel into the colorful lights, and then, carrying her two high heels, barefoot, with her neck held high like a swan, she walked towards him with light yet firm steps.
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