1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 127 Explosion
Three minutes later, Chief Inspector "Zheng Minghai" of the New Territories Stormtroopers arrived at the scene. A total of 18 people in three assault vehicles broke into the factory in an orderly manner to arrest the gangsters.

According to information from the Intelligence Section, an overseas armed force of more than a dozen people was fighting with drug traffickers in the factory.

The main station received more than 60 calls to the police within ten minutes.

Deputy Director of Operations "Xue Shanda" Gui Lao personally issued an order to dispatch the Flying Tigers to the factory to resolve the crisis.

"GOGOGO!"

But when Zheng Minghai rushed into the factory head-on, he bumped into an old acquaintance, He Zhili, the superintendent of the crime team, and his ten elite detectives from the crime team at a scene full of bullet casings and craters.

"He, he sir?"

Zheng Minghai lowered his gun with a look of surprise, and stepped forward with questioning eyes: "Why are you at the scene?"

As a mobile force, the Stormtroopers' duty is to respond quickly, and they have always been faster than the Flying Tigers.

The crime squad often plays a role in supporting the troops in emergencies.

The Chinese and British factions in the police force have been at loggerheads for a long time. Sir Ho is an obvious pro-China faction, and two-thirds of the senior police officers above the director level are pro-British. The director and the two deputy directors directly It's a ghost guy.

Although the case will eventually be handed over to the serious crime team, the stormtroopers have more say in front-line operations.

"Yes, sir!"

He raised his hand and patted Zheng Minghai on the shoulder, and led three stormtroopers out of the factory.
Zheng Minghai opened his mouth and wanted to take a look inside the factory, but when he thought of the tone of the Deputy Director of Operations when he issued the order, he suddenly realized that the water of the operation was very deep, so he immediately kept silent and said less and looked less.

This has led to many middle-level departments to have stopped mediating and not listening to the announcement. Many Chinese police officers have directly contacted the North and signed up for support. Handling cases is one thing in normal times, but it is another thing when it comes to power struggles.

"Sir Zheng."

"Wait for the ambulance at the door."

In the sky, the noise of the propellers was loud. Two helicopters landed outside the factory door. The twelve Flying Tigers were agile and well-trained and jumped out of the cabin and advanced into the factory door with guns.

Zheng Minghai habitually raised his hand to salute with a correct attitude.

"Sir."

"The drug dealer at the scene has been killed. Is there any problem with the crime team taking over the scene?"

After reading the certificate, Ryan said in a straight tone: "Just assist the Flying Tigers, don't ask any questions from the Crime Team."

It is said that the price offered by the North is very high!

"Lian", the superintendent of the Flying Tigers who led the team, sounded a little more polite and stepped forward and said: "Please assist the Flying Tigers and give a brief report on the situation at the scene."

As the chief inspector, Zheng Minghai is one level below the superintendent. When he saw the superior's displeasure, he did not dare to choke, lowered his head and said: "No problem, sir!"

Then they met with the crime team and stormtroopers who were walking out of the factory. But on the opposite side was the police officer, who refused to lower his gun even a moment, and shouted loudly: "Report to the duty department, show your ID!"

It seems that the crime squad was dispatched earlier than the police department issued the order!

However, He Zhili narrowed his eyes and took out his ID with an unhappy look on his face: "Sir, the crime team has finished the case. Isn't the Flying Tigers here to steal the job?"

However, He Zhili's expression did not change, his eyes were threatening, and he asked with a hint of displeasure: "I received a tip that there was drug dealing in the frozen meat factory. I brought my men to take a look, and they happened to run into a gang of drug dealers."

"The Flying Tigers are an operations department whose duty is to guard the city's security and eliminate terrorists." He Zhili stuffed his ID back into his pocket and said solemnly: "When will the specific case be opened?"

"The Flying Tigers are taking over the scene!"

"I said the criminals at the scene have been killed. The Flying Tigers can just return and report to their superiors. There is no need to take over the scene again!"

Ryan glanced at him and ignored him: "I was ordered by the Deputy Director of Operations to take over the scene. I'm afraid Sir He may have some misunderstanding."

"Enter!"

The two Flying Tigers teams rushed into the factory without hesitation and quickly entered the factory area.

"Can't come in!"

He Zhili roared loudly. "Sir He, you have no right to teach me how to do things!"

The Flying Tigers have always been the sharpest minions of the Ghost Man.

This special mission company, which is famous all over Hong Kong Island, is not only a sharp sword to guard the security of the city, but also a magic needle for ghosts to suppress the Chinese.

The Chinese in the police force have never been able to take command of the Flying Tigers, so they were suppressed in the position of deputy director.

Ryan's dissatisfaction with He Zhili had reached the extreme, and his eyes glared at him fiercely.

boom!
At this time, a deafening explosion stunned everyone present.

Waves of air swept out with flowers, rubble burst and flew, the huge factory collapsed, and a burst of black smoke shot straight into the sky.

He Zhili, Zheng Minghai, Ryan and others all instinctively fell down, and the police officers scattered in search of bunkers. Fortunately, the gunpowder only blew up the beams and columns of the factory building, and did not have enough power to destroy the outside.

But He Zhili and others were still frightened by the explosion, their ears were ringing, and they looked at the ruins with stiff expressions.

"FUCK, YOU!"

Ryan stepped forward, grabbed He Zhili's collar, and roared loudly: "Beasts, as soon as the Flying Tigers entered, there was an explosion in the factory, you beasts!"

Zheng Minghai wanted to step forward to stop him but was too late. Ryan punched He Zhili in the face. He angrily pulled out his gun and pointed it at He Zhili: "I'm going to send you to hell!"

In fact, the team members had just entered the factory not long ago, and there might not be many casualties if they were not in the core area, but any casualties would be enough to end Ryan's political life.

Because He Zhili had advised him.

This is a plan!
He Zhili showed no fear, wiped the blood from his lips with his hand, and looked at Ryan with a smile: "Sir, instead of thinking about sending me to hell, you should think about how to face the investigation team's hearing."

"It's taboo to point a gun at a colleague."

The ten members of the Crime Squad raised their weapons and pointed them at the Flying Tigers Superintendent in front of them.

"Yellow-skinned pig!"

Ryan's eyelids twitched, his cheeks twitched, and he cursed with resentment: "You will definitely pay the price."

But he didn't dare to shoot.

"TMD, is the Ghost Superintendent more senior than the Chinese Superintendent?"

He Zhili's features were ferocious, and he suddenly flew up and punched Ryan in the face: "I'm also a police superintendent, fuck your mother!"

Don't dare to shoot.

Then get beaten!
At this time, two Toyota cars were parked beside the Tuen Mun Highway. The people in the cars opened the doors and walked out one by one carrying backpacks. It was Zhao Jianjun and his party.

"Go out and get out of the limelight."

said the police officer driving.

"Remember to give the goods to the boss." Zhao Jianjun stared at the trunk and said.

The police officer waved his hand to signal him not to say more, started the car and left the scene.

Jiu Long Tang.

Zhou Minghua watched his men carry the two people out of the trunk, dialed the phone and said, "Boss, the matter is settled."

"receive."

Zhang Ziwen sat on a banquet at Longfeng Teahouse, put his eldest brother away, and looked at Ma Jiajun in front of him: "Where do you want to meet me?"

"I have a dog park in the New Territories."

Ma Jiajun said coldly.

(End of this chapter)