Chapter 353 Those banks all want him dead
Those who rappelled down from the helicopter quickly dispersed tactically and occupied advantageous positions at Xing Baohua's villa.
When you're just taking a spot, you'll see people in suits already there.
When they tried to drive them away, they realized that the people were Xing Baohua's guards.
The scene was a bit awkward.
Two of the commanders ran up to the RCU director, saluted, and stood at attention.
Raise your knees and stomp your feet, spread your legs apart, put your hands behind your back, and wait for your superior to give you instructions.
The head of RCU really wanted to bring the helicopter down and take the captured suspect to the hospital.
Unfortunately, this is a mountain road, and Xing Baohua's villa doesn't have a helipad, so they can't get down.
The pilots also observed that there were no suitable landing sites in the vicinity.
This person even grumbled to himself: "Such a rich boss wouldn't buy a villa with a helipad."
At this moment, Xing Baohua squatted down and asked the foreigner in English, "Tell me, from whom did you receive the bounty? Just tell me who your employer is, and I'll let you leave quickly."
As if he had heard Xing Baohua's words, the RCU director turned to look at him and ordered the reinforcements to remain on alert.
The foreigner looked at the RCU supervisor, a slight smile playing on his lips. His eyes, which had held some expression, slowly dimmed. As if exhausted, he slowly closed his eyes to rest for a while.
Seeing this, Xing Baohua became anxious and gestured to his guards, giving them another boost of confidence.
After waiting for a few minutes, but instead of a renewed burst of light, the wounded foreigner hung his head in dejection.
A few minutes later, he was on the verge of death, and the wounds that the guards had simply bandaged had stopped bleeding.
The captain of the guard extended two fingers, touched the foreigner's neck for a short while, and then shook his head at Xing Baohua.
Just then, the sound of an ambulance could be heard in the distance.
"How badly are our men injured?" Since the ambulance has arrived, if our guards are seriously injured, we'll send them to the hospital for treatment first.
The guard captain shook his head and said, "They all have bulletproof vests. The injured person was hit by a bullet and lost their breath. They'll be fine after a while."
"Make sure there are no more fractures or anything. Since the ambulance is here, take them all to the hospital for a check-up. Don't leave any old injuries behind," Xing Baohua instructed before turning and going back to his room.
J's actions caused the foreigners to lose at least two or three minutes.
Well, there's no point in talking about this. Maybe that's just how the assassin was destined to be.
I just didn't have a chance to find out who the employer was.
Birds die for food! One hundred million US dollars.
Xing Baohua also lamented that his head was far too cheap.
He'll pay 200 million if he finds out who posted the list! No, 500 million is fine too.
It was a show of force, a way to let those who targeted him know that as long as Xing Baohua lived, they would definitely retaliate fiercely and tenfold.
Hong Kong is a large city, and in a less strict era, it was easy for some smuggled goods to enter.
Perhaps a mercenary force could also infiltrate Hong Kong, which would greatly increase Xing Baohua's risk level.
The H government wants to talk to Xing Baohua, otherwise the pressure is too great. They hope Xing Baohua will go home, as his hometown is safe enough.
One or two shills can easily slip in, but they won't play a significant role.
The only option was to contact the local criminal gangs in Xing Baohua's hometown, but how many of them would dare to do that?
The truly ruthless character ate peanuts during a major cleaning four years ago.
Even if a few escaped, they were all small fry back then.
The truly ruthless characters are usually in small teams of four or five people or work alone.
They can form groups of a dozen or even a hundred people, and their areas of activity are fixed. They also won't bother with powerful individuals.
Xing Baohua is quite well-known locally. He was a rascal when he worked at the city machinery factory, but now he's a young entrepreneur, and his family is very wealthy!
Managing so many factories, he could easily order a dozen trucks to be filled with people.
Which gang would dare to fight against someone like that!
Xing Baohua's reluctance to leave Hong Kong to avoid the limelight stemmed from his desire to draw out who was behind his machinations.
It's dangerous, but as long as he's not hit on the head, his survival rate is quite high.
I wore two layers of the large-sized bulletproof vest.
Wearing this thing is really uncomfortable; it's not breathable and doesn't allow for ventilation. And the weather in Hong Kong is so hot!
His back felt itchy; he probably got heat rash from being covered up.
A group of Flying Tigers were keeping watch outside for him, so his men could take a break.
In short, as long as he doesn't go out, there are no safety issues.
Newspapers continued to report on Xing Baohua's affairs, and retired police experts were also interviewed to analyze the incident in which Xing Baohua was attacked.
Despite the huge uproar surrounding Xing Baohua's case, there were almost no photos of his face when he reported for duty; even if there were, they were blurred out.
No one in Hong Kong had ever seen anything like this before. It seemed very strange to Xing Baohua.
The main problem is that Xing Baohua's legal team is too aggressive, and those media outlets haven't obtained authorization to use his image, so who would dare to publish it!
As soon as he found one, his lawyer would excitedly pounce on it.
Looking back, very few media outlets in Hong Kong have been sued by him. They either suffered huge compensation payments or were sued into bankruptcy. Learning from their mistakes, they've even resorted to using mosaics and blurring people's backs.
Citizens who wish to catch another glimpse of Xing Baohua's beauty will need to search for earlier newspapers.
After arranging some things outside, the RCU supervisor found Xing Baohua in the study and saw him sitting on the guest sofa smoking and drinking tea.
He crossed one arm over his chest and held a cigarette to his lips with the other, as if deep in thought.
Even when the RCU manager came in, he didn't even glance at him.
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