Hong Kong News: Police Talker

Chapter 1229 Qiu Gang'ao led his team to arrive

After checking the assassin's identity, no useful information was found.

Shao Zhilang frowned and asked, "Is this Mr. Dong's work?"

Lan Bowen shook his head firmly: "No, Mr. Dong likes to plan things out before he acts. He wouldn't just send a few assassins to deal with us. Even if you hadn't come to help, I was confident that I could have escaped."

"If it's not Mr. Dong, then who wants us dead?" Shao Zhilang asked, his face full of doubt.

Lan Bowen paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it was just a few people. It was either Guo Ming or the elders who made the move. Let's leave here first and have the cleaners clean it up."

The two of them left together by car.

Guo Ming quickly received the news. After hearing that the operation had failed, he wanted to vent his anger, but he forced himself to hold back. If he vented at this time, it would be easy for Lan Bowen and his men to find out.

In his anger, he wanted to find someone to vent his frustration on, so that he could release the fire in his heart.

Accompanied by two trusted confidants, Guo Ming arrived at the underground parking lot. Just as he got into the car and started the engine, the entire vehicle exploded in the next second, and Guo Ming and his two confidants went to their deaths together.

Meanwhile, Lan Bowen and Shao Zhilang arrived at a small restaurant they frequented in their youth.

After ordering the food, Shao Zhilang suddenly asked, "By the way, what about the mercenaries you hired? Why didn't you have them protect you? If I hadn't arrived in time, even if you had managed to escape, your men would have suffered heavy losses!"

Lambo immediately pictured Ah Hu and the others in his mind: "Those people only care about money. As long as there's money, I can make them betray me in a heartbeat."

He had barely finished speaking when a feeling of unease welled up inside him.

"Something's not right, let's go!"

But just then, Ah Hu walked in with his men, sneering, "You seem to know us quite well, knowing that we only care about money, not people. Since you understand that, then don't blame us."

Lan Bowen hid his phone under the table and quickly dialed the number Liu Jianming had given him for help. On the surface, he stared at Ah Hu and said, "Whatever Mr. Dong gave you, I'll give you double."

Ah Hu grinned: "Really? But Mr. Dong is offering an astronomical sum that you can't afford. Besides, the scale of the two sides is really not in the same league. Although we value money over people, we also have to consider our own lives."

"After taking your money, I'm worried I won't be able to leave Hong Kong!"

The restaurant was not large; it was a typical Chinese restaurant.

The carved wooden windows, hanging palace lanterns, and round tables covered with red cloth have now become a scene of carnage.

Just as the other party raised his gun, Rambowen kicked the rosewood round table next to him.

The tabletop suddenly tilted to one side, and bowls and plates shattered on the floor with soup, giving everyone a half-second to catch their breath.

The first bullet slammed into the heavy tabletop with a "thud," sending wood chips flying.

"Scatter!" Rambowen's sharp shout rang out simultaneously with the sound of gunfire.

Ah Ying nimbly rolled and hid behind a huge imitation blue and white porcelain vase. The bullet instantly pierced the vase, and shards fell like rain.

She seized the opportunity to lean out from behind the bottle and return fire; the gunshots were particularly glaring under the dim palace lamplight.

Shao Zhilang retreated behind the cashier's counter, which had a plaque that read "Customers Come Like Clouds," while bullets flew everywhere, scattering abacus beads and ledger pages.

For a moment, bullets flew everywhere in the cramped space.

The palace lantern was hit by a stray bullet, the glass cover shattered, and the light dimmed suddenly.

The bullet tore through the ink painting on the wall, pierced the silk of the screen, and smashed a jar of old wine to pieces. The aroma of the wine mixed with the smell of gunpowder, creating an eerie odor.

The wooden pillars, tables, and chairs emitted dull thuds as if hit by bullets, and the entire hotel was quickly reduced to a mess, littered with debris and bullet holes.

Ah Hu's men were all mercenaries, armed with various automatic rifles, while Lan Bowen and his group were mostly armed with pistols. The firepower of the two sides was not even in the same league, and he was being suppressed badly.

After firing a burst of bullets, Ah Hu let out an excited shout: "Wow, don't run away, you can't escape. If we finish early, you'll suffer less."

Lambow gritted his teeth and did not respond. Instead, he hid behind cover and fought back, preventing the enemy from getting closer.

Not far from the hotel, Qiu Gang'ao and his group followed at a distance. After receiving Lan Bowen's call, he quickly shouted, "Let's go, they need our support over there."

Liu Jianming had already told him everything, and he understood that the main purpose this time was to protect the police's own undercover agent and prevent his safety from being threatened. After all, the undercover agent had been working for the police force within the Demao Group for many years, and if something happened at this time, it would be a complete slap in the face to the police.

Considering the impending major battle, he and his men went to the armory to collect high-powered equipment such as automatic rifles and pistols.

When the gunshots rang out, Qiu Gang'ao led his men to the outside of the restaurant.

"Get off the bus, and be careful not to hurt your own people. You've all seen the photos."

"Yes, Sir!"

Qiu Gang'ao led his squad members, dressed in bulletproof vests and carrying automatic rifles, towards the restaurant.

Their team wasn't large, but they were all elites, and the absence of a bad apple made them more united.

In an instant, Qiu Gang'ao's squad attacked from the flank like ghosts, their bullets precise and deadly. In a single exchange, several of Ah Hu's elite mercenaries fell to the ground, without even a groan.

Ah Hu tumbled awkwardly, a burning bullet wound grazing his scalp. He crashed into a heavy stone pillar, panting heavily. A glimpse of the corpse lying on the ground flashed in his eyes, and a surge of rage rose within him. He couldn't help but spit out a curse: "Shit!"

The cooked duck flew away! Just when the mission objective was within their grasp, they were caught off guard by this group of people who appeared out of nowhere, losing nearly half of their manpower in an instant.

He suddenly thrust his gun forward and frantically pulled the trigger in the direction the bullets were coming from, unleashing a roar of firepower that ignited his rage.

At the same time, Ah Hu also saw Qiu Gang'ao and others, and he also saw the police lettering printed on their bulletproof vests, which made him realize that he was actually facing the police.

"Rambowen, the people outside are police. If you don't want to get arrested, then we'll work together to break through the police's blockade and escape together."

Yes, in his mind, Lambowman was clearly not a good person for personally going to Mexico to make a deal with drug dealers. Since he was being blocked by the police, he could join forces to break through the police's blockade first, and then find an opportunity to kill Lambowman.

This way, they could both escape police pursuit and complete their mission.

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