Chapter 164 Golden Tongue (2 in 1)
Outside Mingren Elementary School, on the second floor of the shopping street across the street.
Reporters, armed with cameras, leaned against the windows, staring at the scene with bated breath.
Several people had sweaty palms and could barely hold the devices in their hands, so they could only keep pushing them up.
In the shaking camera, Jian Ruochen raised his head. Although he couldn't see clearly, he still looked straight at the reflective glass and lowered his voice. "There is a sea of fire ahead and no way to retreat behind. You have nowhere to retreat. If you negotiate with me face to face, you may still have a chance of survival!"
Fang Kaichang frowned.
What a small voice!
Compared with the first two sentences, which were full of energy, the voice was more than half as loud.
Is Jian Ruochen afraid?
No, Jian Ruochen was still fearless when he confronted the armed robbers in the old gold shop. This time the criminals were not in front of him, so there was no possibility that he would be cowardly.
This is to lure the spy in the house to walk to the window, open it and talk to him!
Once the window is opened, the sniper will not be disturbed by the refraction and reflection of the glass, and will be able to kill with one shot!
Fang Kaichang suddenly understood that Consultant Jian’s negotiations were not aimed at releasing the hostages or finding a win-win solution for the spies!
He didn't care about the life or death of the spies, nor was he afraid of offending the British Hong Kong government.
Just save the hostages!
Fang Kaichang pressed the intercom: "Sir Guan, what's the situation in there?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Grayman showed signs of approaching the window, but was stopped by another brown-haired intelligence officer."
The brown-haired intelligence officer is named Celt.
He held a boy hostage, covered his mouth tightly, half-lifted him and pressed him against his belly, with a gun against the boy's temples.
Celt's face was covered with sweat, his eyes were as fierce as a hyena, and he stared at Chen Jincai and asked, "What did he just say?"
Chen Jincai's heart was beating violently. "I didn't hear it clearly. It should be something like asking you to release the hostages."
Celt laughed grimly, "Tell them to not even think about releasing the hostages!"
Grayman was somewhat tempted, "But he said he could let us return home..."
Celt glanced sideways and said coldly, "Don't you want to listen to who is coming! Do you believe what Jian Ruochen said?"
Grayman hesitated, and it was because the person who came that he had to believe it even more.
Believe it, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.
If you don't believe it, this ruthless man who dealt with four robbers of the old gold shop alone will definitely find a chance to kill them openly.
Celt took off the safety of his pistol, and the muzzle of the gun even poked a dent in the forehead of the child in his arms. "Sir, use your intercom to tell your consultant Jian to have the British Consulate General in Hong Kong send someone to pick us up within an hour! I will shoot a child every half an hour!"
"Don't be impulsive!" Chen Jincai raised a hand, "Don't hurt the children, they are innocent."
He turned around and said, "Liang Xinyue, contact Consultant Jian."
Liang Xinyue is the youngest here, and he will not play a key role even if a conflict breaks out suddenly. Letting him put down his gun and use the walkie-talkie to communicate is the most cost-effective option.
Liang Xinyue took out the intercom, but didn't want to press the call button just like that.
There must be a reason why Consultant Jian spoke in a low voice. Maybe he wanted to lure the spy to open the window. If he used the intercom to pass on the message, wouldn't it ruin Consultant Jian's plan?
But if we don’t talk on the phone, what else can we do?
Chen Jincai urged: “Liang Xinyue!”
These British people don’t regard the lives of Chinese people as human lives at all! If any of the children here had an accident, the British Hong Kong government would make a big fuss about it.
Spies in Hong Kong are even more shady than informants and can become British citizens in a blink of an eye.
If anything happens to ordinary citizens during this operation, the nature of the entire operation will change. Not only will the West Kowloon Regional Police Station be in trouble, but the Police Force will also face impeachment.
If we take one wrong step, both the Police Force and West Kowloon will suffer!
Chen Jincai said harshly: "Talk! This is an order!"
Liang Xinyue had no choice but to press the call button, "Advisor Jian, we can't hear you clearly. They want to use the intercom to communicate."
He repeated Celt's request.
Jian Ruochen listened to the crackling sound of electricity coming from the walkie-talkie and felt a little regretful that the spy was too smart and didn't take the bait, but he soon came up with a new plan.
He leaned in close to the intercom and said, "Mr. Selt, there is really no need for both of us to be so extreme. We just have different positions, and the Connat family and England still have a lot of win-win cooperation."
"How can your status compare to that of the robbers in the old gold shop on Yau Tsim Mong Pedestrian Street?"
"They were already shooting and killing people, and you didn't use a single bullet."
"I don't know if you still have any concerns in your country, but I also know that it's not easy to leave your homeland."
"Your hometown may be in Devon, a county full of olive trees, with a beautiful coastal road by the sea. If you live inland, you can see the orange and yellow autumn leaves in the autumn. If your father is a lumberjack or a forest owner, you must have followed him to chop down big trees when you were a child."
"You may live in the prosperous west of London. When you are not on a mission in Hong Kong, you can go to the West End theaters that are as famous as Broadway every week with your parents, wives and children to listen to new musicals and have a party."
"If you hadn't come to Hong Kong, you might have married the girl you sat next to in school."
"Your friends and family are waiting for you to come home."
With the intercom, Jian Ruochen's voice became softer, like a warm breeze blowing from the English Channel, making people's noses sore.
Grayman was already wavering, and when he heard this, he involuntarily loosened his hands that were covering the hostage's mouth and nose.
The little girl immediately pried open her fingers, took a deep breath, her red face slowly faded, and she began to cough softly.
Celt was lost in thought for a moment, then became angry and said, "Turn it off! Turn off the damn intercom!"
For a moment, he seemed to actually smell the scent of freshly picked olives in Devon and hear the prelude to a musical coming from a West End theater!
What a inflammatory mouth!
Looking at Grayman's expression, he regretted forcing the police to turn on the walkie-talkie. What if the volume was a little lower?
Better than talking about their hometown in such clear and expressive way in standard British English!
How come Jian Ruochen felt like he had seen England with his own eyes!
Liang Xinyue looked at Celter coldly, with a frosty look on his baby face. "When the intercom is turned off, you complain that Consultant Jian's voice is too quiet. When the intercom is turned on, you complain that he is too specific."
This came through the intercom.
It reached the ears of every police officer waiting downstairs.
Le Jinwen couldn't help laughing. As soon as he discovered that Guan Yingjun gave his coat to someone else in the middle of winter and walked back wearing only a sweater, he began to pay attention to Jian Ruochen.
I know that what this person is best at in a verbal battle is giving the other party two options that are not very correct to choose from.
No matter which one you choose, there is no chance of escaping sanctions or getting away.
Jian Ruochen listened to this and whispered, "It's okay, just turn it off."
Liang Xinyue then angrily turned off the intercom.
Jian Ruochen also turned off the PA and radio equipment and asked Fang Kaichang, "Is there a signal jammer?"
"Yes." Fang Kaichang touched his waist.
The special missions team carries equipment weighing up to 20 kilograms, so they carry everything just in case of emergency.
After taking it, Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and fiddled with the loudspeaker.
Celtic looked so timid just now, he must have been persuaded.
If we turn around and discuss the release of the hostages at this time, it should be able to make them lose their composure.
He picked up the intercom, switched to the C channel, and said in Cantonese: "Next, once they have a chance to change the communication equipment, rescue the hostages immediately." Then he switched to channel 1: "Sniper ready."
The British are xenophobic and arrogant. No matter how many years they have been in Hong Kong, they will not deliberately learn Cantonese. This has resulted in the Chinese having a communication system that isolates the British.
Hundreds of meters away, Guan Yingjun's throat moved slightly.
He could almost imagine Jian Ruochen's cold and calm expression when he said this. Just thinking about it made him feel itchy.
Guan Yingjun tilted his head, lay in front of the sniper rifle, and stared fixedly at the slightly reflective window on the top floor.
The light reflected from the window is a bit dazzling. I wonder if Jian Ruochen feels uncomfortable looking at it.
Thinking of this, he put his finger into the trigger guard without delay, and even his breathing became so light that it was almost inaudible.
Jian Ruochen patted the loudspeaker, raised it and said loudly: "Since you don't want to go home decently and insist on taking hostages to make a deal, it's not that we can't give in."
"As long as the hostages are not harmed, everything can be negotiated!"
"I can help you contact the British Consulate, on the condition that one hostage is released first! Please... zizi..."
Jian Ruochen turned on the jammer as he spoke, and the loudspeaker immediately made a sharp, ear-splitting sound.
All the police officers present turned their heads slightly to avoid the sound.
Jian Ruochen fiddled with the jammer's switch, and his voice came out intermittently from the speaker, "If... you... are willing... to release the hostages, we can..."
Not a single key word was released.
Grayman couldn't stand it any longer. "What's the fuсking he say!"
Celt said, "Tell him to change to a louder damn clear speaker!"
Chen Jincai said: "We only brought one."
"Give me your walkie-talkie!" Celt thought, it should be okay to use the walkie-talkie.
This thing will never fall apart.
But as soon as the intercom was in his hands, it started to squeak and not a word could be heard.
Jian Ruochen fiddled with the signal jammer with an expressionless face, without saying a single true word. Le Jinwen, who was standing aside, felt dizzy after hearing this and just wanted to yell at the master to stop reciting.
After trying for a while and changing several intercoms, Celt finally realized that there was something wrong with the signal. He stared at Chen Jincai suspiciously: "Did you use a signal jammer?"
Chen Jincai's eyelids twitched and he cursed the spy inwardly for being cunning.
Liang Xinyue tried to hold back, but he was still young and couldn't help cursing: "Where can West Kowloon get the money for that! Half of our funding was seized by the British Hong Kong government to feed you running dogs! When will we have the spare money to buy that kind of stuff!"
His blood pressure rose, his face became flushed, and he was sweating from cursing.
It's all genuine emotion, without any trace of acting.
Chen Jincai looked over silently and secretly praised her beauty.
This acting skill is truly inherited from Consultant Jian.
Celt believed it, but he saw how much West Kowloon valued the hostages, so he did not release them, but instead held the child tighter.
This is their only lifeline.
He walked to the window, but without opening it, he placed the intercom close to the crack.
Guan Yingjun immediately said: "If one person moves closer to the window, the margin of error will be reduced and we can be sure of killing him."
The other sniper turned his gun around and aimed at the other sniper. "Grayman was facing the window, so his guard was lowered. However, he was far away from the muzzle, so there was a margin of error and the shot might have missed. The chance of hitting the chest was 100%."
In order to talk to his teammates, Jian Ruochen temporarily turned off the signal jammer.
He looked at the figure faintly visible in the window and whispered, "We will discuss it with the British Consulate General in Hong Kong, but since it has come to this, it has risen to the level of diplomacy... Zizi problem, zizi specific situation, you guys zizizi..."
The jammer was turned on again, and the show went on to the end.
Celt slammed the intercom against the windowsill twice, but the crackling sound did not decrease, but increased instead.
He had to ask Grayman, who was holding the hostage and closer to Chen Jincai and the others, to go find them and switch intercoms.
Grayman felt that Celtic had too many things to do and he could just open the window and talk directly.
Could these Hong Kong people just shoot them to death indiscriminately without them firing a shot?
But thinking that it was Celt who first discovered that the traffic outside the window was not right, which gave them the energy to negotiate, he reluctantly held the boy in his arms and walked to Chen Jincai step by step to exchange the intercom.
If you want to get the new walkie-talkie, you have to let go of one of the hostages or the gun first.
Grayman chose to use the hand holding the gun to grab the intercom, "Give it to me."
Liang Xinyue gritted his teeth, his whole body tense, and slowly untied the intercom and handed it over.
The sound of fabric rubbing against each other came from the intercom. Jian Ruochen turned around and looked at Le Jinwen from a distance.
Le Jinwen's heart skipped a beat, he raised the intercom and switched to the public channel: "Do it!"
In an instant, the changes escalated dramatically.
Liang Xinyue threw the intercom to the ground with one hand, and he and Chen Jincai raised their guns and fired at the same time.
As he fired, he kicked Grayman in the abdomen, causing the heavy bulletproof vest under his shirt to make a dull sound.
He protected the boy who was about to be pulled away by Grayman, and lay down tightly, protecting him under his body.
At the same time, Guan Yingjun fired a shot at Celtic at the window.
The shot broke through the wind, made a loud bang, penetrated the glass, and went straight to the Celtic Solar System.
By the time Celt realized something was wrong it was too late.
He only had time to tilt his head slightly, and the bullet passed through his ear, went diagonally upward, broke his head, popped out from the top of his head, and nailed the bullet to the ceiling.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Crouching in the corner, the "neglected" child let out a sharp scream.
The shot did not hit Celt's central nervous system, so he still had some consciousness.
At this moment, when the darkness swept in, he finally figured it out.
Jian Ruochen never thought of letting them go through negotiations.
All these words were meant to lure them to reveal their flaws and walk to the window!
The claim that there is no signal jammer is all fake.
Everyone in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, from top to bottom, has become deceptive!
Celt looked at the scene in the office and saw Grayman being shot in the chest. Even though he was protected by a bulletproof vest, the caliber of the sniper bullet was too large, and the impact caused the broken ribs to pierce into the lungs.
Grayman spat out a mouthful of blood mist and collapsed to the ground, only able to grab Chen Jincai's ankle.
Chen Jincai kicked the gun out of his hand and turned around to protect the hostages.
Celt watched all this in despair.
We can't just let it go like this.
He had to make the West Kowloon Regional Police Station suffer.
It is not okay to kill the police. The sacrifices made in West Kowloon will make people respected and famous in Hong Kong.
Got to kill the hostage.
Celt was lying on the ground with the pistol pressed under his abdomen and was not discovered. The blood kept flowing out and the body became colder and colder.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
hostage.
Kill a hostage!
The little girl in the corner was protected by three policemen, and the child he kidnapped was also sent out of the office. Only the child who was pinned under the policemen for protection had a chance of death!
He had 13 bullets.
Celt tried his best to move the gun, and the blood on his head flowed down, blurring his eyes.
In the dark red, he whispered: "Long live the British Empire..."
Gunshots rang out!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Liang Xinyue!”
"Ah Xin!"
Liang Xinyue tightly protected the child under him, and gritted his teeth in the child's frightened eyes and said, "Don't be afraid, my brother is strong, he can't hit you."
"Bang!" Chen Jincai kicked Celt over and looked at his chopped-off head, saying with disgust, "You are so lucky."
Who would have thought that this man had such a strong will that he could still shoot even with his head cut open.
Celt's eyes were wide open, he was not breathing, but there was a strange smile at the corner of his lips.
He could not move his body, but he was still somewhat conscious. In a trance, he felt that he could really smell the scent of the olive grove in Devon and see the autumn leaf forest that Jian Ruochen mentioned.
Heard a concert in London's West End.
Chen Jincai put the pistol back into his waist: "Ambulance! Ambulance!"
He ran to Liang Xinyue, squatted down and touched his neck.
There is a heartbeat.
Liang Xinyue is the youngest member of Group C. He was selected halfway through. Both his parents are from the Police Department and he has a good upbringing. Although he is a second-generation police officer who is here to gild his resume, he has strong investigative skills and a sweet mouth, and has always been spoiled by Group C.
Chen Jincai didn't dare to touch him any more, for fear of causing secondary injury. He was just thankful that he was wearing a bulletproof vest and the bullet came in from the side, injuring only his legs and arms at most.
Chen Jincai hissed, "Fool, you can't even stand up and run."
He choked up several times, took off his goggles and rubbed his eyes with his sleeves.
When the paramedics lifted Liang Xinyue onto the stretcher, the boy he was protecting was already petrified. He looked at the scene coldly, his pants covered in blood.
When Jian Ruochen came up, he saw him standing against the wall with an unfocused look in his eyes. He refused to say a word no matter what the nurse asked.
The nurse had to lift up his trouser legs to check, only to find that the blood was not from the child.
She picked up the child, covered his eyes with one hand to prevent him from seeing any more bloody scenes, and hurried away with several other doctors, taking the remaining two frightened children.
Jian Ruochen glanced into the office and met Celt's gaze.
His pupils had dilated to the extreme, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
In the office, the floor and ceiling were covered with splattered blood. Jian Ruochen withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.
Some people really don't deserve to die.
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes and stepped aside to let the forensic department staff come in and clean up.
There are so many spies in this school. Even if two of them die, there are still some left to question.
The on-site investigation was handed over to the Special Tasks Company and other team members.
Jian Ruochen just came up to take a look and then returned to the team.
Le Jinwen patted his shoulder vigorously and smiled, "Your tongue is really made of gold."
Who can understand that the purpose of negotiation is not to negotiate, but to “lure the tiger away from the mountain”?
Le Jinwen thought of the vindictive British people again, and worries arose in his heart.
What if the British sent someone to assassinate Jian Ruochen?
Putting aside the personal reason that this is the nephew's sweetheart, it would definitely drive people crazy if something happened to her.
If something happened to Jian Ruochen, the advantages that the Hong Kong Police Force and the Security Bureau had worked so hard to build up would undoubtedly be lost.
Without Jian Ruochen, they alone would not be able to keep these things.
Jian Ruochen is too special.
The more Le Jinwen thought about it, the more worried he became. He couldn't help but whispered, "But you have to be careful. Send a few more bodyguards to follow you. The police department can assign a few people to protect you closely. The British Consulate General in Hong Kong already knows about this. They have suffered so much at your hands. It's inevitable that they will be angry and attack you."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes, "They don't dare."
He is now tied to the mainland, and has many projects inherited from his mother that are extremely beneficial to England.
Anyone with a little common sense would know that a face-to-face conflict would be tantamount to declaring war on the mainland, which would do no good.
In politics, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.
The British don't need to give up nearly 10 billion worth of business, or even engage in real fighting, just for a few intelligence spies.
If they dared, they would have done it when negotiating the ownership of Hong Kong.
"Next, I will invest heavily in information technology in the UK and expand cooperation between computers and mobile phones. If they can give up this piece of cake, just come to me." Jian Ruochen breathed steadily and spoke in a calm tone.
He had thought about it before coming.
Since espionage is a political issue, it should be resolved through political transactions.
You can only gain if you give, and only if you have a firm attitude can people look up to you.
You will never get respect if you just retreat and hide.
Le Jinwen looked at Jian Ruochen, and the burden on his heart suddenly eased, and his eyes became moist involuntarily.
He really is...more than just a successor.
He has been the Commissioner of Police for more than ten years, and he has fought hard to stay in the position every time he was elected, because he was unwilling to hand over the position to others.
Too many people are fascinated by power, too many people are not firm enough, and they don’t understand politics or human nature.
Le Jinwen couldn't help but put his arm around Jian Ruochen's shoulders and said repeatedly, "Good boy."
After returning the sniper rifle, Guan Yingjun stood behind the two men for a long time without getting a word from them. After finally waiting for Le Jinwen to finish speaking, he was met with a pair of scrutinizing eyes again.
Le Jinwen's eyes seemed to say: What a good child, you must be good emotionally. If you dare to make others sad in the future, I will beat you up.
Guan Yingjun curled the corner of his mouth.
Last year, no one knew who came to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to check on people under the pretext of an award ceremony.
The three of them raised their eyes and looked towards the elementary school.
Batch after batch of people were brought out of the underground garage. Some were shot, some were half dead. All of them were handcuffed and shackled, leaving no chance of escape.
The teachers in the school were "invited" to leave, and considering their future jobs, everyone left in a decent manner.
Parents of students who received the news arrived one after another and were waiting anxiously at the school gate. Only after all the suspects were taken back to the police station were the children called out by name and sent out one by one.
The parents who received the children first checked them one by one, and then cried with joy while holding their babies.
Guan Yingjun looked at him and put his hand on Jian Ruochen's waist, "The Special Mission Company found tons of bombs from the location of the intelligence organization's headquarters."
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Guan Yingjun said: "If you hadn't risked your life to get the evidence hidden in the casino, these bombs might have razed this place to the ground at some point."
No one will be left alive.
Guan Yingjun looked at Jian Ruochen and thought of the way he ordered "sniper on standby".
On the way back, I couldn't help it, so I stopped the car on the side of the road, pulled the person over and gave him a big kiss.
He really likes Jian Ruochen. I like the way he plans and plans, I like the way he is confident, and I like every word and every sentence that comes out of this golden tongue.
Guan Yingjun adjusted Jian Ruochen's waist equipment and his eyes fell on it, full of liking.
Because of the injury, they hadn't been intimate for several months. Jian Ruochen was afraid that he would make trouble in the car, so he raised his hand and pushed him: "What are you doing?"
Guan Yingjun sat up straight, and said calmly, as if answering an interrogation, "Try the taste of the golden tongue."
The tone of voice is flat and boring.
What he said had nothing to do with being boring.
Jian Ruochen wiped his mouth, his ears burning hot. After a long while, he realized that this man who could act out the roles of gangster boss and lover with him just when they met, how could he be as dull and boring as the rumors said!
This person just... just doesn't do it for others to see.
Guan Yingjun can say anything flirtatious as long as he wants!
Jian Ruochen took a breath and wanted to fight back by asking: Is it sweet?
Guan Yingjun seemed to know what it meant, and before Jian Ruochen could open his mouth, he said, "Sweet."
He started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away towards the police station.
Jian Ruochen sat in the passenger seat, holding onto his seat belt, lowered the passenger window a little, stared into the wind, and was unable to utter a word in response for a long while.
how so?
He must have said too much to the spy just now, so he didn't understand now.
Guan Yingjun drove fast and caught up with the convoy in a short while. When the ambulance was near the regional police station, it turned a corner and rushed into Queen Mary Hospital.
Jian Ruochen looked at him, and her face, which had just turned rosy, darkened again.
I don’t know what will happen to Liang Xinyue.
He was hit by so many bullets, even though they were not in vital parts, the impact of the bullets was enough to make him sick.
These dogs of the British Hong Kong government.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes, held his chin and looked out the window.
Things have come to this point, and it is time to summon Lu Rong again.
As the Lu family's steward, Xu Tuo must know a lot, so perhaps he can ask.
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