But what else could Brother Lin say? He could only say, "Everyone step back and let Brother Qiang leave."
And this is the situation created by the Hong Kong police.
They wanted to become famous, but ended up making a huge fool of themselves.
A large number of Flying Tigers had arrived at the scene, but a civilian lay dead on the ground, so they had no choice but to give up resistance.
The fact that Cheung Tze-keung shot and killed Kwok Siu-pak also had a very clever meaning: the three veterans were Kwok Siu-pak's men. With Kwok Siu-pak's death, Kwok Fu-cheng would turn against the police and inevitably implicate them.
So they had nowhere to retreat. At this moment, Cheung Tze-keung raised his gun and roared, and they rushed out of the crowd. The gangsters, who were working together from the inside and outside, treated the police as mere decorations. Cheung Tze-keung slung his motorcycle over his shoulder, and his men also slung their motorcycles over the veterans' motorcycles. Cheung Tze-keung was very kind and even had his men escort two female nurses onto the motorcycle.
The police retreated step by step, while the police advanced step by step, with some driving and others firing their guns.
The kidnapping was brought forward, and even the plans to go out were changed, but Cheung Tze-keung still firmly held the initiative.
But of course, that was just his opinion.
Other reporters climbed down from the tree and, judging from the direction Cheung Tze-keung was heading, all said, "He's heading towards Chung Yee Tong!"
Brother Lam also ordered: "All Flying Tigers members, split into two lines and follow, target: the direction of Chung Yee Tong."
However, a reporter riding his electric scooter was following a motorcycle that was going against the flow of traffic towards the sea.
However, he only followed for a short while before being overtaken by the light, silent, and speeding motorcycle.
Major television stations were broadcasting live. Large numbers of Flying Tigers officers followed Cheung Tze-keung from the side roads and used loudspeakers to disperse the fearless citizens who were still watching the spectacle. They all believed that he was heading towards the Chung Yee Tong (Loyalty Hall).
In the main hall of Zhongyi Hall, Grandpa Er stared at the television, holding an old spittoon in his hand.
Master Dong stood behind him, also holding a shotgun, surrounded by wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards, all eager to fight.
They had waited too long and couldn't wait any longer; they were eager to teach Cheung Tze-keung a lesson.
However, Cheung Tze-keung's four motorcycles suddenly turned into a small alley and rushed towards a row of shops. They then accelerated and sped through the half-open shop doors. In the ensuing chaos, the police and Wo-kee lost track of them, and they headed straight for the port.
At this moment, the answer was finally revealed.
Cheung Tze-keung had no intention of lingering in Kowloon; he wanted to go to the island.
That feint just now was only to shake off the Flying Tigers who were following them all the way.
Moreover, he didn't plan to take the tunnel because Yu Guangxu had already hired a boat for him to go to Central at the Yau Ma Tei harbor. By the way, it was a large yacht. Now he just needed to board the yacht, and in a few minutes he would be on the other side.
That's what makes Cheung Tze-keung so awesome—he caused a sensation throughout the city and had all the police officers completely bewildered.
After a feint, he charged toward the Central area, which was currently the most poorly defended.
Despite the meticulous and thorough plan, which even included online fraud, things still went wrong.
It was an AK. By the time the gunshot rang out, the bullet had already reached its destination.
And running at the very front was none other than Ah Ming, the most capable of all of Cheung Tze-keung's men.
Last time at the horse farm, Chen Rou and her group surrounded him but failed to kill him, only injuring him slightly.
He was responsible for firing from behind. The moment he heard the gunshot, he instinctively turned his head, but the veteran on the motorcycle had already been thrown off. The moment Amin rolled to the ground, his hair stood on end because he saw that the veteran's helmet was full of blood, and the point of impact was right in the middle, meaning that the bullet had hit the veteran right between the eyebrows.
Before the large number of pursuers arrived, Amin quickly took control of the locomotive. Of course, Zhang Ziqiang and the other two locomotives also quickly retreated. On the moonlit dock, the two female nurses they had taken hostage were sobbing softly.
Cheung Tze-keung spoke up: "Who the hell are you?"
Someone else had arrived earlier than them and was waiting on the yacht.
Who could it be?
Before he could even ask a question, another shot was fired, and one of his men was sniped in the leg.
Because they were hiding behind the high green belt, but one of their henchmen accidentally exposed his leg, the other side immediately fired a burst of bullets.
Who is that? A police officer, or a Hong Kong policeman? How can someone be such a sharpshooter?
Zhang Ziqiang thought this was still his home turf. Of course, with six AKs in hand, he wasn't too afraid.
But the Flying Tigers caught up immediately; it was unacceptable for that person to occupy the yacht.
Cheung Tze-keung said, "Brother, I don't care which gang you're from, get off the yacht right now, or else..."
Amin interrupted him, saying, "Boss, the yacht is sinking!"
Cheung Tze-keung instinctively blurted out a curse: "You son of a bitch..."
Realizing there might still be hope, the two hostages cried out for help in unison.
But of course, after a few bangs, they were silenced.
However, the yacht is sinking at a visible speed, which proves that its bottom has been breached.
The yacht has sunk, how can we cross the sea now?
Cheung Tze-keung didn't even know who the other party was, but he realized that the other party had anticipated his prediction and then simply and brutally sank his yacht. Under these circumstances, he had no choice but to go through the tunnel.
There was no point in saying anything more under the circumstances. He was so angry that his back teeth were almost ground to powder. He said, "Let's go through the tunnel!"
A veteran shouted, "Brother Qiang, is the tunnel safe?"
Cheung Tze-keung confidently turned the car around and said, "Don't worry, my plans are something most people can't guess."
They turned and left, but Cheung Tze-keung could faintly hear the sound of a motorcycle behind them.
He couldn't see anyone when he turned around, but Zhang Ziqiang was very familiar with the sound of that motorcycle.
If he remembered correctly, that was Nie Zhao's trump card—the sound that only the mysterious female bodyguard's motorcycle could make.
So could it be her? Is she that accurate that she can predict his predictions?
...
No one in Hong Kong will be asleep tonight.
Nie Zhao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding up binoculars and looking at the tunnel entrance in the distance.
Although little A Yuan in his arms was very sleepy, he was still sucking on his pacifier and watching TV.
The TV was actually quite good tonight because it was showing a lot of motorcycles on and off.
The last time A-Yuan saw his mother riding a motorcycle was half a year ago, when he was only six months old.
Even if he had forgotten what happened half a year ago, and forgotten what his mother looked like riding a motorcycle.
In his subconscious, that motorcycle that he felt an instant connection with was imprinted on his heart.
Even now, his favorite TV show is still the evening news segment on TVB, featuring footage of Chan Yau riding a motorcycle.
It's so late at night, A-Yuan is so sleepy, he really wants to go to sleep.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes, listlessly sucking on his pacifier, wondering why his mother hadn't come out yet.
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