But now Nie Jiajun is in imminent danger, and Chen Ke is a sharpshooter, so he wants to kill him with one shot.
But Chen Rou said, "I'm here. I have a motorcycle. I'll take care of catching him."
Chen Ke looked up and around and said, "But you should be on the fourth floor... Yuan Chao, you come and cooperate with A Rou."
He initially wanted to object, but then he remembered that Chen Rou was a great motorcyclist.
Since she volunteered, and given her abilities... he believed in her.
...
The Flying Tigers were on their way at top speed. Huo Qi slapped his thigh frantically, "Faster! Faster!"
They were driving the best riot control off-road vehicles, but unfortunately the road was too congested, and no amount of honking could help.
Left with no other choice, Huo Qi pulled the car door open and requisitioned a small motorcycle to chase after them.
But at this moment, Song Yuanchao was driving, with Yue Zhongqi in the passenger seat, and the Rolls-Royce had already slowly driven into the yard.
This was the first time Yue Zhongqi had ever ridden in a Rolls-Royce.
He said, "This is where you usually sit, right? Damn it, what kind of luxurious life are you enjoying? It's so comfortable!"
Not only was it comfortable, but after getting into the car, Yue Zhongqi found that although it was noisy outside, the car was completely silent. The car filtered out the outside noise, making it as quiet as a chicken's nest. Moreover, even though the car was moving, it was as stable as if it were still stationary.
Its seats are also just right, neither too soft nor too hard, and they wrap around you, so... comfortable it's indescribable.
However, as soon as they entered the yard, a burst of bullets swept through, leaving the Rolls-Royce's paintwork mottled.
Zhang Ziqiang roared, "If you don't stop, I'm going to kill someone!"
The car stopped in response, and Yue Zhongqi opened the window a crack: "Mr. Zhang Ziqiang, we are here to negotiate, and we have brought money with us."
Cheung Tze-keung yelled again, "Get out of the car right now and throw the money over here!"
Yue Zhongqi got out of the car, his voice clear and righteous: "Zhang Ziqiang, Boss Nie has agreed to the peace talks and is even willing to give you a car. The key is in the car, and there is a whole box of cash in the trunk. Just a little bit, you can't hurt the hostages."
The loudspeaker blared, its echo reverberating between the dilapidated buildings. Reporters frantically zoomed in, searching for close-ups in the darkness.
Cheung Tze-keung was also observing. After a moment, he put down the AK and picked up the pistol.
He was surprised because it was Nie Zhao's car that arrived, which meant that Boss Nie was very sincere.
With a bulletproof Rolls-Royce in hand, Cheung Tze-keung could break out of the encirclement again with just an AK-47. With 50 million in cash, Cheung Tze-keung could first take Nie Jiajun to the seaside and wait for the rest of the huge sum of money.
Nie Jiajun woke up again, but Zhang Ziqiang did not choose to knock him unconscious again.
Instead, he said, "Young master, cry a couple of times, cry louder, so your uncle knows you're still alive."
Nie Jiajun was terrified and his head was throbbing. After holding it in for a long time, he shouted, "Xi Niang, save me!"
That was enough. Zhang Ziqiang roared again, "I want 1.6 billion, and the serial numbers can't be the same. They have to be shuffled banknotes. I'm only giving you 3 hours. Go and prepare the money right now!"
Rolls-Royce trunks have built-in lights.
Moreover, the bodyguards had already turned on their portable gasoline lamps, and the area was brightly lit, as bright as day, with a crackling sound.
The box was full of Hong Kong dollars, but in this kidnapping case, it could only be considered a deposit.
Even if you filled the trunk of a Rolls-Royce, it would only cost a maximum of fifty million.
A billion dollars requires box trucks to transport it.
Yue Zhongqi raised his hand: "This is the deposit, the rest of the money will be here soon."
Zhang Ziqiang roared, "You fucking take off your belt, throw it away, and tell the driver to get out of the car right now. Don't turn off the engine!"
He yelled again: "Drop your gun, unbuckle your belt, now!"
Yue Zhongqi did as he was told, raising his hand and stepping back. Zhang Ziqiang roared again, "You untie it too, untie it right now!"
Song Yuanchao, Nie Zhao's bodyguard captain.
Zhang Ziqiang learned about the mainlanders through reconnaissance and discovered they were highly skilled in martial arts.
They threw away their guns, unbuckled their belts and threw them away, and even took off their pants. They slowly retreated more than 20 meters.
Zhang Ziqiang first slung two AKs over Guo Fuzheng's shoulder, then kicked him out of the car: "You go first."
Guo Fuzheng had just gotten out of the car when he yelled again, "Close the trunk, put the gun in the car, and then come back."
He was so cautious; even the evacuation was so orderly.
Moreover, with Guo Fuzheng behind and Nie Jiajun in front, even Chen Ke would have a headache.
Even with two human shields, Chen Ke couldn't guarantee that he, as a sniper, could kill them with a single shot.
In comparison, Chen Rou seems to have more experience than Chen Ke.
However, as long as one wants to kill, there is always an opportunity, and Chen Ke has now found one.
Zhang Ziqiang was positioned between the two cars, in a position where he could easily pierce through with a single shot. So, should he wait for Chen Rou?
The answer came in the next second, because Chen Rou had already descended from the sky on a motorcycle.
Yes, she rode her motorcycle and jumped off a high-rise building. The motorcycle crashed onto an ambulance, and she headed straight for Cheung Tze-keung.
With a soft hum as the motorcycle started, Song Yuanchao darted forward and charged towards Nie Jiajun.
The moment the hostage was in hand, Zhang Ziqiang was enraged and immediately opened fire.
But Song Yuanchao covered Nie Jiajun, and Yue Zhongqi turned to the side, blocking all the bullets.
He was hit by a bullet, and Yue Zhongqi was severely injured.
Fortunately, Chen Rou was holding Zhang Ziqiang in her arms at that moment, and the bullet he fired at Yue Zhongqi's head went astray.
Yue Zhongqi rolled over and immediately tried to grab the gun from the ground.
But that damned Guo Fuzheng, he actually kicked the gun away.
"Damn it..." Yue Zhongqi cursed as he charged toward Song Yuanchao's gun.
At the same time, Cheung Tze-keung, being male and a kidnapper, possessed excellent fighting skills. He turned around and pinned the woman who was hugging him down, then raised his gun. However, the moment he raised his hand, his entire arm suddenly lost its strength.
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