Chapter 415 Heading North [Update 2]

Tom Zhang has a big nose. Seeing the police from the Central Police Station winding through the mountain to rescue the Hu family villa, he rubbed his nose until it turned red and even began to swell, but his fingers were still anxious and couldn't stop.

Their convoy stopped at a small mountain road that branched off the old mountain top road. Ah Qiang jumped out of the car and ran to Tom Zhang. He looked in the direction of the mountain top along the other's line of sight and asked worriedly: "Brother Tom, if Brother Bo and the others fail, will we really hijack the car?"

With the support of so many police officers from the Central Police Station, can they really succeed?

Moreover, the contact time agreed with the brothers who went to the Hu family villa had long passed, and there was still no news. Most likely, the three brothers Bo and 15 brothers from the Hu family villa had failed...

Tom Zhang took a deep breath, thinking about the increasingly difficult business in recent years, and the debauchery in the most glorious moments in the past... He finally turned around and said:

"The support from the Central District Police Station has gone up the mountain, and we are safer here. The police may be able to hold down the people we went to rob, but they can't guess that we will arrange a fleet here. Since we have received news that Hu Dehai will send "Ladies' Silk" down the mountain today, let's wait and watch for our opportunity."

"...Okay." Ah Qiang nodded and finally agreed.

Ten minutes later, the brother in charge of keeping watch suddenly rushed towards Tom Zhang, shouting as he ran:

"Brother Tom, the brothers above sent a signal and found the car carrying Hu Dehai! They only have two cars..."

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A tire-puncturing roadblock was set up on the narrow stone road, and several other cars were blocking the dirt road beside the asphalt road, blocking the road ahead.

Fang Zhenyue just turned the big corner and saw Tom Zhang's team waiting in line in front of him, and the muzzles of guns on the car windows.

His jeep and Jiayi's Happy Prince were both specially bulletproofed. After a simple calculation in a few seconds, he made a choice - he

didn't reduce the accelerator, turned the steering wheel slightly, avoided the roadblock, and rushed towards the two cars blocked by Tom Zhang on the asphalt road without hesitation.

The bastards sitting in the blocking car gritted their teeth and watched the black jeep swooping down from a high place without slowing down.

One bastard couldn't help but scream out involuntarily. At the moment when Fang Zhenyue's car was about to rush over, he pulled the trigger nervously without waiting for Tom Zhang's order.

After a gunshot, the person sitting behind the bastard also opened fire.

They only had time to fire two shots before the next moment, the black jeep rammed the roadblock with a heavy hammer.

In just a moment, iron pieces flew and broken glass reflected light and exploded in all directions.

The doors of the two cars were dented and the roofs were shattered. They rolled apart like bottles hit by a bowling ball. One of the cars even hit a tree trunk at the rear end, rolled sideways onto Tom Zhang's vehicles behind, and a second rear-end collision occurred.

The loud sounds of cars overturning, crashing, gunshots, and screams and roars came one after another

. Jiayi gritted her teeth and after Fang Zhenyue pushed Tom Zhang's roadblock away, she followed the plan and drove through the gap he had created without slowing down or stopping.

Passing by Fang Zhenyue's car at the speed of light, Jiayi turned to look at Fang Zhenyue in the driver's seat after the collision, with anxiety in her eyes.

Fang Zhenyue seemed to have expected her to worry, and immediately gestured to her through the front windshield of the car, then took out his gun, put on a cold face, and instantly entered combat mode.

Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, but did not release the accelerator. She turned the steering wheel and went back from the dirt road to the cobblestone road, rushing forward to escape.

The accelerator behind her hummed loudly, and a black car was chasing closely. The scoundrel in the car shot through the window and fired two shots at the rear of the "Happy Prince". The "bang bang" sound of bullets hitting the rear iron plate of the

car did not make Jiayi slow down. The Flying Tigers sitting in the co-pilot seat of Happy Prince leaned back and responded with two shots. The black car quickly turned to avoid it. The bullet penetrated the front windshield of the black car, but did not hit the driver and the gun-wielding jerk sitting in the co-pilot seat. The black car then accelerated with a buzzing sound, and soon it was parallel to Happy Prince, and it was getting closer and closer to the side of Happy Prince's car. At the moment when the two cars were almost touching, a hand with a gun stretched out from the rear window of the black car and pointed at Hu Dehai in the middle of the back seat of Happy Prince. In a flash, the door of Happy Prince's car was suddenly pushed open, and the window hit the muzzle of the jerk's gun. The bullet force prevented the jerk from pulling the trigger. The jerk hurriedly retracted his right hand, and when he stabilized his wrist and prepared to shoot through the window, he found that the window that had been used as a shield had been lowered. A super-large hand stretched out from the window like lightning, and before he could react, it grabbed his gun. The jerk tried to compete with the opponent, but found that his strength was no match for the opponent, just like a child fighting Schwarzenegger. He pulled the trigger in panic, but because the muzzle of the gun had already been pressed down by the opponent, the gun shot to the ground in vain. Sparks flew everywhere, and both parties turned their heads slightly to avoid the bright light and stone fragments that suddenly exploded on the ground. The next moment, another fist as big as a sandbag hit out of the Happy Prince's window. The scoundrel felt as if his head was hit head-on by a high-speed train. After a buzzing sound, he knew nothing. The brother sitting next to the unconscious scoundrel raised his arm with his gun, ready to help his companion and shoot at the opposite side. Before he could even hold the gun steady, he found that in a flash, the strong man who came out of the other car had knocked his companion unconscious and took away his companion's gun. "What are you doing? Shoot!" A Qiang, the driver who was driving and trying to chase the collision, shouted anxiously. The scoundrel sitting in the back seat finally came to his senses, pulled his unconscious companion behind him, and fired four shots at the side of Happy Prince's car. "Fuck! It's a bulletproof car!" the bad boy shouted angrily. "Stupid! Keep shooting, shoot at one place! Shoot through it, run away!" Ah Qiang shouted angrily. As soon as Ah Qiang finished speaking, Prince Happy suddenly distanced himself from them, and the next moment he pulled back hard, knocking the black car to the side, almost rushing out of the lane. Ah Qiang cursed loudly, and imitated Yi Jiayi to step on the accelerator harder, and at the same time pulled the steering wheel hard to hit the "Prince Happy". At this moment, sirens suddenly sounded in the distance - they seemed to come from all directions, and the sirens one after another gradually became louder. The four scoundrels in the black car suddenly felt nervous. Ah Qiang's forehead was bulging with veins and his eyes were as big as bells. How could it be so fast? How could the support come so quickly? … …

Ms. Wang, a Hong Kong citizen who was in a hurry to go to work early in the morning, did not have time to park her car in the garage. She temporarily parked in a prohibited parking space and ran to a roadside coffee shop to buy an iced Americano.

When she ran out with her coffee, she saw a traffic policeman in a well-fitting uniform and standing upright, issuing a ticket, and he happened to be standing next to her car.

Ms. Wang screamed and rushed to the traffic policeman, "Sir, I was gone for less than 2 minutes! It's just time to buy a cup of coffee, don't be so cruel?"

The traffic policeman only raised his eyelids to look at her, and then continued to issue tickets.

"Sir, give me another chance..." Ms. Wang's face was sad, so unlucky, she almost cried.

The traffic policeman still ignored her.

"You are so good at ticketing, but you are not so good at catching thieves?" Ms. Wang could not accept it and finally began to feel helpless and furious.

But just as she was screaming and ready to accept her fate, the traffic policeman who was ticketing suddenly stopped, then tilted his head and listened carefully to the earphone clipped on his shoulder.

The next moment, the traffic policeman who ignored her and would not let her go no matter what, put away the paper and pen neatly, turned around and ran back to his motorcycle, jumped up, leaving Ms. Wang, who was despairing and confused at the same time, sitting on the motorcycle steadily, stepped on the pedal hard, and rushed out with a loud buzzing sound.

Ms. Wang looked at the traffic policeman who turned into a corner and disappeared in the blink of an eye, not knowing that he was really right as she said -

he really went to catch a thief.

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The ticketing was temporarily stopped. Traffic policeman Ah Xin, who was summoned by police officer Yi Jiayi, turned from Diligund Lane to Old Mountain Peak Road.

Soon, several traffic policemen wearing the same uniform as him gathered from the small roads they were responsible for. They drove parallel to Diligund Lane like him, and gradually gathered into a large-scale convoy.

When converging on Old Mountain Peak Road, several police cars merged in, and the motorcycle convoy immediately caught up in an orderly manner and dispersed behind the police cars.

The convoy passed Mei Road, and a number of police cars and traffic police motorcycles joined in.

More and more traffic police drove away the citizens' vehicles on the road where Jiayi was driving, and quickly gathered towards the direction where Yi Jiayi was.

When Aqiang stepped on the accelerator and was about to hit Prince Happy, the fluorescent green uniforms of the traffic police and the red uniforms of the police cars merged into a glittering ocean, accompanied by the deafening sound of the police car sirens, rushing towards them.

Yi Jiayi, who stepped on the accelerator, saw this fluorescent sea and her blood boiled instantly.

But Aqiang, who was rushing over, felt his liver and gallbladder tremble. His feet on the accelerator felt cold, his limbs stiffened for a moment, and the speed of the car slowed down. After just a moment of slowing down, the "Happy Prince" rushed out from in front of the black car, passed through the passage made by the fluorescent sea, and disappeared in a cloud of dust.

When Ah Qiang came back to his senses, the sea of ​​light had gathered again. He couldn't even see the Happy Prince past them, let alone catch up with him.

Moreover, the black car was surrounded and couldn't escape.

Several police cars were parked in front, behind, left and right of the black car. The police jumped out of the cars, used the police cars as cover, and pointed their guns at the black car.

Ah Qiang closed his eyes in despair, stepped on the brakes, sighed, and murmured silently: Brother Tom, the situation is over.

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At the intersection of the old mountain top road, Fang Zhenyue and his group were sitting in the car, constantly shooting at Tom Zhang and others.

Except for the black car that was chased out and was not stopped in time, the other cars that wanted to chase the Happy Prince were all stopped by the firepower from Fang Zhenyue's car.

Tom Zhang found that it was extremely difficult for the subsequent vehicles to bypass Fang Zhenyue's jeep - what kind of jeep was that? It was a private tank!

Realizing that he could not catch up, Tom Zhang turned the car around and reluctantly ordered an evacuation.

Fang Zhenyue's car immediately changed from defense to offense and chased at high speed.

Before Tom Zhang's car turned out of the small road, Superintendent Huang called the PTU team from the Old Mountain Peak Road to surround it.

Tom Zhang's car was forced to stop. He only lasted less than 1 minute in the car before he dropped his gun and got out of the car, surrendering and being captured.

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The happy prince who escaped at high speed was now driving on Arbino Road under the escort of 5 traffic police motorcycles.

After both parties were safe, their first reaction was to call each other. Liu Jiaming was calling Superintendent Huang to report, so the line was busy. Fang Zhenyue had no choice but to call Yi Jiayi's mobile phone, but Yi Jiayi's mobile phone was in Qin Xiaolei's hands. Qin Xiaolei was also trying to call Fang Zhenyue - but the line was busy.

After a long time of confusion, Fang Zhenyue finally contacted the "Happy Prince Fleet" by calling the traffic police team on the walkie-talkie.

Qin Xiaolei finally stopped trying to call out and waited quietly for Fang Zhenyue's call to come in -

"Brother Yue, we are all safe, no one is injured!" Qin Xiaolei shouted into the microphone as soon as the call was connected.

Fang Zhenyue still heard Liu Jiaming's loud report to Superintendent Huang through the microphone. He pursed his lips and reported to Qin Xiaolei: "We are all safe, no one is injured."

Qin Xiaolei hurriedly conveyed the news to Yi Jiayi. After turning a corner, Jiayi finally heard Fang Zhenyue's voice when Qin Xiaolei held the mobile phone to her ear:

"See you in the evening, Yi Ji!"

"See you in the evening, Yi Ji!" Jiayi also responded with the same agreement.

Hearing each other's voices relax and breathing calm, they finally felt relieved.

The sun has gradually climbed to the top of the sky. In the distance, the street at the entrance of the park is crowded with people. Many stalls selling auspicious Chinese New Year decorations have been set up. The teams preparing for the temple fair and the parade have begun rehearsing. Some semi-finished floats are being assembled. Lanterns have been hung on the shrines and buildings we passed by, and the festive atmosphere has already begun to take shape...

Jiayi only took a quick glance and felt that the tension in her chest was slowly replaced by the prospect of the future.

Prince Happy went forward and reunited with the escort team in Tsim Sha Tsui. They passed through Sham Shui Po, bypassed Tai Po and headed straight for Fanling. Just after noon, when the sun began to tilt in another direction, they crossed the water and arrived at the Luohukou Port.

Together with the officers who came to escort Mr. Hu Dehai to the special approval channel, Jiayi saw the director of the Capital Museum surrounded by his mainland colleagues in uniform.

The national treasure scroll lay quietly in a solid wooden box, wrapped in thick red velvet.

Hu Dehai held the solid wooden box and walked towards the old director, handing over the treasure in the light-proof shed.

After the team of experts led by the old man took over the treasure, they carefully examined the "Ladies' Silk" in a special environment that had been arranged long ago.

Ten minutes later, the expert team gave the answer that it was authentic.

The curator raised his face, pursed his lips into a straight line, and took several deep breaths to calm down.

People who have not experienced the vicissitudes of life may not be able to fully understand the old man's emotions, but everyone around him stood still and did not interrupt during the few minutes when the old man calmed down.

Finally, the old man let out a long breath, turned to face Mr. Hu Dehai and all the Hong Kong police who escorted the national treasure to arrive safely, and said sincerely:

"Thank you very much, Mr. Hu, and thank you all the police comrades!"

The mainland police standing behind the old man saluted in unison to express their gratitude for Mr. Hu Dehai's generosity and spirit.

Hu Dehai's cheeks flushed slightly with excitement. He laughed loudly and shook the old man's hand. He was a man who could speak generously in any situation, but at this moment he was a little speechless.

The Hong Kong police standing behind Hu Dehai also saluted at the same time. Jiayi stood the straightest, with a red face, raised her head and raised her right hand.

Her heart was surging, her blood was boiling, and she seemed to hear a sonorous music in her ears that would make her eyes red and her throat choke.

A few minutes later, "Ladies' Silk" was sealed in a special bulletproof and fireproof incubator and taken away by several soldiers with live ammunition.

When the curator shook hands with Hu Dehai again, he heard the thrilling story of Hu Dehai escorting the antique all the way.

The old man's eyes widened with shock. After shaking hands with Hu Dehai, he shook hands with the officer sent by the police force to assist in the handover. Finally, he cast his eyes on the female police officer who stood silently on the other side.

"Officer Yi Jiayi?" the old man asked with a serious expression.

Jiayi nodded, and the old man took the initiative to extend his hand to her, with a sincere smile on his face that was almost the same as when he faced Hu Dehai.

Jiayi pursed her lips, took a deep breath quietly, and then extended her right hand. Her eyes swept across the simple and resolute faces of everyone opposite her, she took a step forward and shook the other person's old, dry but warm palm in return.