Hong Kong Comprehensive: Starting from the apprenticeship of Longsi

Chapter 52 Wise Leadership
The top floor exhibition hall of the Cointreau Hotel.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere. People asked that they had completely forgotten their current situation, and they started flattering each other even though the robbers hadn't left.

What just before the glandular fluid flowed out, poured a glass of champagne, it was wine spilled.

What just hid behind the female partner for safety, it was to protect the female partner's back.

Everyone has returned to that aloof look.

The consul was surrounded by people who began to flatter him.

This is a rare opportunity to show up in front of the consul.

When the emotions of the mixed guests began to stabilize, Bolson had already known what to do after receiving the reminder, and immediately asked everyone loudly if there was a way to contact the police downstairs.

As soon as this question came out, someone chirped over to express themselves.

A fat man in his thirties with a flattering smile, holding a walkie-talkie with a long antenna in his hand, trotted up to him and said:
"Mr. Consul, the gangster's walkie-talkie is here!"

"The gangsters used this to negotiate conditions with the police outside. I also heard some gangsters say that the walkie-talkie was connected to the police channel!"

"Oh? Good, very good."

Overjoyed, Borson immediately took the walkie-talkie, tried to fiddle with it and shouted:
"Hey! Hey!"

"I am the temporary commander of this incident. I have already reported your request, and the higher-ups are discussing it!" On the other side, a response was sent immediately.

The meaning in the words obviously regarded Bolson as a doctor.

Due to the loud voice coming from the walkie-talkie, many people present could hear it clearly.

Everyone was ecstatic, smiling at each other, believing that they were almost safe, that they had contacted the police, and rescue would arrive soon.

"I'm the British Consul Bolson, are you the commander? Why don't you send people into the hotel? Are you wasting taxpayers' money like this!"

Borson's face was smug, and his words became high-spirited, returning to his old high-ranking temperament.

"Consul Bolson?"

On the other side of the walkie-talkie was a fat commander, who was a little confused when he heard this:
There are gangsters on the opposite side, why did he become a consul all of a sudden, did something happen?

Puzzled, Commander Fatty said cautiously:
"You said you were Mr. Consul, what evidence do you have?"

"evidence?"

Borson was a little dazed, and almost scolded you, Amu, with a Hong Kong comprehensive standard, and said that it is fine for these policemen to do nothing, and they have to produce evidence for their identity.

The guests next to him heard it, and their faces turned ugly, especially Huo Jingliang, who stood beside Bolson and yelled directly:
"I'm Huo Jingliang, who are you? Immediately connect me to Superintendent Liu of Central, and I'll talk to him!"

If someone else yelled like that, Bolson would have been annoyed.

But tonight he has been "difficult brother" with Huo Jingliang, and he was questioned by some temporary commander outside, so he doesn't blame Huo Jingliang at all.

Because of Huo Jingliang's words, Borson immediately reacted and said:
"I am Bolson. No evidence is needed. You immediately connect the call to the Chief of Police. He is familiar with my voice."

With that said, Bolson walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked down and said:
"Also, I'm standing at the window right now!"

"Uh……!"

Commander Fatty actually believed the imposing scolding from the other side of the walkie-talkie, but to be on the safe side, he asked his deputy to report the matter to his superiors immediately, and took out a telescope to look at the top floor of the Cointreau Hotel.

"It's Mr. Consul!"

With just one glance, Commander Fatty recognized that the man standing by the window was indeed the British Consul Bolson, who often appeared on TV news.

Surprised and suspicious at the same time, after the fat commander recognized the person, how could he dare to wait any longer, picked up the walkie-talkie, and hurriedly said:

"Sorry, Mr. Consul, I have confirmed your identity now, please forgive my unreasonableness, I am also afraid of being deceived by bandits."

"God bless you and be fine!"

"I don't know how you escaped from the gangsters? Where are the gangsters now?"

Hearing this, Borson immediately got excited, and talked eloquently:
"I was not caught by the gangsters from the beginning to the end. Under my wise command, I and Stanley Correctional Officer Lei Yaoyang, Lianhe Huo Jingliang, Mr. Ding Shanben, Miss Le Huizhen, and my wife personally killed the gangsters. More than twenty."

"Now the top floor has been captured by us, and I have full control. The gangsters are fleeing in panic, and your police are still drinking afternoon tea!"

"Now let me ask you, when did the police take action, and what did you do as a commander? Do you want us citizens to clean up the gangsters by ourselves?"

cough cough...

Ding Shanben next to him heard Bolson's words, his face turned red instantly, and he coughed repeatedly.

They were all rescued, and they could even be called "oil bottles". When they arrived at Borson's place, how could they become brave fighters, and even killed countless bandits with their own hands, and captured the top floor!
Huo Jingliang had an expression of "that's it", holding the black star in his hand all the time, looking around at the many guests, full of vigor.

In the crowd, Le Huizhen also smiled sweetly, which was in stark contrast to the guests who were either frowning or a little bit overwhelmed by Bolson's words.

On the other side of the walkie-talkie, in the command vehicle, the fat commander, and five or six senior police officers were completely dumbfounded, and the atmosphere fell into dead silence for a while.

What the hell?

The consul was not caught by the gangsters at all, and after escaping, he personally killed him back, and now he captured the top floor?
Stanley Correctional Officer Lei Yaoyang, who is this?

According to Mr. Consul, kill bandits together under his leadership?Can this be true news?
Didn't Mr. Consul talk nonsense after being stimulated?
"Sir, what shall we do?"

A senior officer was the first to react. Looking at the fat commander, he didn't know how to accept this information, and blurted out a stupid question.

"Let the Flying Tigers prepare, attack immediately, and save people!"

Commander Fatty was stunned for a moment, and immediately made a decision to make arrangements.

Regardless of whether what Mr. Consul said is true or not, people still need to be rescued. Now that the hostages are out of danger, they can attack by force.

"Yes, sir!"

A deputy agreed and got out of the car to make arrangements.

"By the way, call Stanley immediately and ask if there is such a correctional officer Lei!"

The fat commander rubbed his sore forehead, called another deputy, and ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Another deputy agreed, and hurriedly dialed the phone, leading directly to the Correctional Services Department.

At this moment, Commander Fatty was temporarily relieved, picked up the walkie-talkie, and started talking to Bolson again:
"Mr. Consul, we will attack right now, please find a safe place and wait for rescue!"

"Hmph! We are safe now. As I said, I am in full control of the top floor."

Bolson was very dissatisfied with the rescue by the police, and his words were not polite at all, disdainful.Compared with the British Consul, Commander Fat was seven or eight ranks lower in rank, so he didn't dare to talk back to him, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear him, got off the command vehicle, and personally directed the Flying Tigers to attack.

(End of this chapter)