Hong Kong News: Police Talker

Chapter 1250 The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry

Zeng Xiangrong had just hung up a phone call in his office when it rang again. He slumped into his chair, somewhat devastated, muttering to himself, "He's gone mad, he's really gone mad. How dare he?"

He never expected that Watson would be so bold as to use the pretext of arresting terrorists to directly search the villa area on Hong Kong Island.

Don't they know that this will offend the entire upper class of Hong Kong Island? Don't they know how many people they will offend? Don't they know that this puts them in opposition to the entire upper class of Hong Kong Island?

What suffocated him the most was that Watson had actually found the terrorists. If he hadn't, Watson's actions would have been tantamount to cutting off his own path to survival. But now that he had found them, everything had changed.

Although it was still inevitable that he offended the upper class of Hong Kong Island, it gave Watson an excuse, and he couldn't make a fuss about it. Whoever spoke out might be associated with terrorists.

Terrorists are like a pile of stinking dog shit; nobody wants to get involved with them.

Just then, Zeng Xiangrong's trusted subordinate suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in anxiously. He was about to get angry, after all, this was too rude, didn't they even know to knock?

But his confidant suddenly slammed the door shut and came to his side, whispering anxiously, "Inspector Zeng, it's Director Li on the phone. He said it's extremely urgent."

As he spoke, he handed over a cell phone.

Zeng Xiangrong looked at his confidant's expression and his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly thought of a possibility, which made his face change. He gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then took the phone.

"Director Li, this is Zeng Xiangrong. What's wrong?"

A somber voice came from the phone: "Is it a convenient time to talk?"

"It's convenient." With that, Zeng Xiangrong glanced at his trusted aide and did not send him away.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the microphone, and then the words that came through made Zeng Xiangrong feel a cold sweat break out on his back.

“Sir Tsang, no matter what you do, I don’t want to see any of those terrorists alive. Also, stop the police from digging any further, and I’ll send someone to take care of the aftermath.”

After saying that, Lai Wing-lim hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone coming from his phone, Zeng Xiangrong swallowed hard, a bitter look appearing on his face.

He hadn't expected that these terrorists were connected to Lai Wing-lim. If Lai Wing-lim fell, then his position as deputy director of management would also be over. Their connections were too deep; if one of them fell, they would try to drag the other down with them.

Moreover, he had no other way but to help Lai Wing-lim. Sending someone to assassinate Lai Wing-lim and shut him up was no different from colluding with terrorists.

If you help Lai Wing-lim cover up the truth at this point, you'll still have the help of a small group. If you choose the other option, you'll only be able to fight alone.

Therefore, Li Yonglian did not ask Zeng Xiangrong at all. What he said was not a discussion, but a notification, an order!

Zeng Xiangrong had no choice but to do it; otherwise, they would all die together.

He handed the phone to his confidant, and seeing the man's somewhat evasive eyes, he couldn't help but think of a possibility: why would Li Yonglian have any contact with his confidant?

Another point is why those terrorists were able to successfully land and hide. Without the help of the police, this would have been very difficult to achieve.

Taking a deep breath, Zeng Xiangrong adjusted his mood. Even if he knew, so what? At this point, could he really turn against the other party?

The trusted subordinate lowered his head and said, "Inspector Zeng, Director Li is doing this because he can't get through to you on the phone..."

"Yeah, it's nothing," Zeng Xiangrong said casually.

Of course, only he himself knows whether he is truly alright or just pretending.

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Late at night, the thick darkness enveloped the police station building, leaving only its outline, with a few lonely corridor lights casting a dim yellow glow on the wet ground.

Zeng Xiangrong sat alone in the black sedan, the cigarette between his fingers flickering.

He took a deep breath, the smoke swirling in the cramped space of the car before he slowly exhaled, blurring the bleak scene outside the window.

That tiny point of scarlet was like the only beating, restless heart in the darkness.

Meanwhile, inside the police command center, the dim light from the electronic screens illuminated the focused faces of several officers on duty.

The door was pushed open silently, and several men in standard police uniforms with stern faces filed in.

Their movements were as swift as leopards, without the slightest hesitation—the silenced pistols emitted a low, deadly "thud," like the hiss of a venomous snake.

The bullets pierced the bodies of the unsuspecting police officers with pinpoint accuracy, and they collapsed helplessly to the ground.

The resistance ended before it even began.

One of the attackers quickly walked to the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard. All the surveillance footage froze instantly before plunging into darkness.

"The command center has been captured."

A cold, emotionless report came through the headset.

Inside the car, Zeng Xiangrong stubbed out his cigarette, and the red light went out abruptly.

His voice was deep and slightly hoarse as it traveled through the airwaves: "Action."

As soon as the order was given, a squad of armed men dressed in full black combat uniforms and wearing masks, like ghosts blending into the night, infiltrated the police station building through a pre-planned weak point.

Their steps were precise and their movements fluid. They had an intimate knowledge of the internal structure, as if they were walking in their own backyard, heading straight for the underground detention area where serious criminals were held.

However, the corridor was unusually empty, with only their own suppressed breathing and the faint echo of tactical boots striking the ground.

The expected patrol posts were nowhere to be seen, and the silence was unsettling.

The leader raised his fist, and the squad came to an abrupt halt.

The heavy iron door to the detention cell was ajar, and there was no restlessness among the prisoners as expected, not even a sound.

A chill ran down the leader's spine to the back of his neck.

"Retreat!" he shouted in a low voice, the sense of crisis feeling like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head.

But it was too late.

"Click——"

"Click——"

The emergency lights in the surrounding passageways suddenly turned on, and the blinding white light completely exposed the team.

Heavy footsteps, like drumbeats, came from both the front and back passages simultaneously.

Fully armed police officers poured out like an impregnable wall, with assault team members holding heavy riot shields at the forefront. The shields were connected to form an insurmountable mobile wall, and behind them were countless gun barrels steadily aimed at them.

The encirclement was completed in an instant.

Chen Yongren stepped steadily out from behind the shield formation, a megaphone in his hand. His shadow stretched long in the bright light, and his voice echoed clearly and imposingly through the megaphone in the silent corridor:

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