In case of a car accident, he would definitely call. Wade grabbed the phone: "Captain Chen, taxi, license plate PD0060, get on Aiqun Road immediately, stop it, ram it, kill it, quick, kill it."
Nie Zhao said, "Find someone else; Captain Chen and the others aren't familiar with Hong Kong Island..."
Wade then said to Huo Qi, "Turn left at two traffic light intersections, in the middle of Aiqun Road, stop it, quick, stop it!"
In fact, everyone could hear Yue Zhongqi and Chen Ke's conversation.
Yes, Chen Ke and his companions were indeed unfamiliar with Xiangjiang Island, but in their limited number of visits, they had explored the island on foot and memorized every street and alley. To say they weren't familiar with it would be unfair.
It was already midnight, and the night sky over Xiangjiang Island was filled with the sound of police sirens.
A keen paparazzi sensed something was amiss and hurriedly put on his clothes, rushing out.
Chen Ke pointed to one alleyway for Yue Zhongqi and another for him; going through them led to Aiqun Road.
As they sped along, they could hear a series of crackling sounds in the sky, like explosions. It was Huo Qi; his car's muffler was getting hot, so he kicked it off. As he accelerated, the car sounded like it was about to explode.
The top floor of the Nie's Hotel has two presidential suites. One of them was reserved for A Yuan to sleep in, but A Yuan went to the apartment building. Liang Lisheng happened to be talking to Nie Han about something, so the two of them stayed in the suite.
Hearing loud bangs and explosions outside, the two became worried, fearing something bad might happen, and decided to go downstairs and leave.
By this time, Xiaominmin was already asleep, and the noise didn't seem that loud in the high-floor room.
But after being woken up, Xiao Zhang felt something was wrong. He opened the door a crack to look outside and found the corridor quiet. He originally wanted to go to the top floor to see the night view of Hong Kong, but when he got into the elevator, he found that the button for the top floor was locked and he couldn't press it. It didn't stop on other floors either. Confused, the elevator went straight down to the first floor.
Of course, even at midnight, this is the very heart of Hong Kong, and it's still bustling with crowds.
She saw many police cars speeding forward with their sirens blaring, but the pedestrians on the road seemed unfazed and walked on calmly.
This is Central. A little further ahead is the pier, where you can see the legendary Victoria Harbour in the distance.
She was from mainland China and wanted to see the night view of Victoria Harbour, so she continued walking.
At the same time, considering the size of a metropolis like the capital, it was roughly the size of Qianmen Street.
After all, Hong Kong is a place where every inch of land is precious. If a brick falls from a building in Causeway Bay, it could hit ten people, including seven gangsters and three triad bosses. Hong Kong Island is also a tiny place, no bigger than a snag. So, just 500 meters away from Xiao Zhang, Chen Ke, wearing a black hood and exuding a keen sense of stealth, spotted Sir James's car.
This is a two-lane road in both directions, but because it is a back alley, there are not many cars.
Moreover, Sir James had his car window open. Seeing his car coming towards him, Chen Ke decisively stepped forward, raised his gun, and fired. But you should know that James was a veteran agent who had carried out many assassination plans and was the Queen's robin.
Suddenly, a motorcycle appeared on the back street, traveling in the wrong direction. The rider was wearing a balaclava. The moment he saw it, Sir James knew that the other party was coming for him. At this moment, he could not swerve to dodge bullets.
Chen Ke was drawing his gun over there, while Sir James was still moving forward at a steady pace. But just as the bullet was fired, he suddenly swerved slightly and paused for a moment, then immediately accelerated again.
By sheer coincidence, the bullet struck the hardest spot on the entire vehicle, the A pillar.
With a bang, bullets flew everywhere. Chen Ke didn't stop and continued to fire bullets at an accelerated pace. However, Sir James leaned his head on the steering wheel and accelerated sharply. Chen Ke followed behind, firing bullets all the way to prevent him from retaliating.
The moment Sir James saw someone sniping at him, he realized that the Nie family had launched a counterattack.
That's why he was so uneasy tonight and wanted to go to Tamar.
He leaned over the steering wheel, listening to the bullets pounding behind him, shattering the car windows and embedding themselves in the seats. Instead of grabbing his gun, he pulled out his phone and fumbled to call Colonel Rango.
While groping around and cursing, he said, "Stupid Bob, stupid British soldiers, we belong to the Queen..."
But before he could finish speaking, he felt something crashing into him from the side. Although no gunshot had yet been fired, he sensed that someone was aiming at him from the side. He instinctively tilted his head to dodge, but the bullet had anticipated his prediction.
There was a click as the bullet left the barrel, but no bang.
Because it didn't explode in the air, but rather entered through his temple and exploded in his mind.
He saw someone attacking him from the left as he was dying. He saw that the person wearing a black hood was a man, an Eastern-style man. He probably wasn't one of Nie Zhao's bodyguards, because he recognized the eyes of all of Nie Zhao's bodyguards.
So who is this person? Is he an assassin hired by Nie Zhao? Of course, it's normal for him to hire an assassin for a project worth hundreds of billions. What's hateful is that Sir James and his group of young compatriots. They have been the top people in Hong Kong for too long and have gradually become dull and lazy, just like Bob and Colonel Rango.
They will probably never know just how ruthless these Easterners can be.
Just how powerful is that mainland female agent named Chen Rou?
A bullet exploded in Sir James's brain; he was finished, he was going to die.
But he was very angry and furious; he died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.
Looking back, he spent a full fifty years in Hong Kong, half a century, from the establishment of the mainland government until now. As the Queen's most outstanding agent, how much did he do here, and how much benefit did those things bring to Britain?
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