Chapter 413 (Returned to Hong Kong) I don’t even know there is a ghost in my house!
"According to the news from the council, the terrorist who robbed the DC8 device this time is named [Equator]."
"His name was given to him by the Imperial Palace of Japan. Twelve years ago, there was a theft at the Tokyo Imperial Palace. Someone successfully stole an ancient jade from the Emperor's Three Sacred Artifacts. This jade was actually a red agate."
"After leaving Japan, this person began to get involved in the underground weapons market. The United States suspects that he has planned at least three large transactions in Asia in the past ten years, and has also resold a huge amount of ordnance to Yuenan. Every time, he can Successfully escaped."
"No one has seen his true face. He only sent two couriers for this Hong Kong transaction."
Outside an underground parking lot in Tsim Sha Tsui, Zheng Jirong frowned after hearing Peng Yixing's report from the passenger seat.
"Something's wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"For such a big deal as trading nuclear weapons, only two messengers were sent."
Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I think this Equator is either ignorant and fearless or has another agenda."
Ever since the last time he saw Song An's face, which looked both like King of Wheels and Guo Juxia, and even somewhat similar to Judy, Zheng Jirong had a premonition that this incident might be a recurrence of the plot of a movie.
But what gave him a headache was that he had been thinking about it for a long time, but he still couldn't remember the plot of which movie this was.
But it doesn't matter. With his power in Hong Kong Island, Zheng Jirong doesn't believe that this equator can be turned out of his palm.
At this moment, Xu Zhengyang ran out of the underground garage with blood on his face, walked to the car and leaned over to report: "Boss, everything has been taken care of."
Looking at the blood on his face, Zheng Jirong frowned and said, "What's going on inside now."
"The group of buyers from the Middle East didn't even have time to fire a shot, they were all under our control."
"Very good," Zheng Jirong nodded with satisfaction, "First handcuff them all and take them back to the company. Keep your movements secretive."
After speaking, he waved his hand gently, signaling Xu Zhengyang and others to evacuate first.
After receiving the order, Xu Zhengyang nodded succinctly without saying a word, then turned around and quickly returned to the garage.
When leaving, I did not forget to use the walkie-talkie to communicate closely with the guards in the garage, and arrange the next move in an orderly manner.
Looking at Xu Zhengyang's resolute figure, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but secretly nod in appreciation.
He did not reveal the reason for this mission, and Xu Zhengyang never took the initiative to ask, but silently accepted and executed orders, never overstepping his authority and asking questions.
As expected of the talents cultivated by the country, they are indeed useful.
After Xu Zhengyang left, Zheng Jirong stretched his neck and said with a relaxed expression: "If nothing else happens, the two messengers should be here soon. Let's go and 'trade' DC8 with them."
After he obtained the information about the DC8 trading location before South Korea and the police, he immediately sent Xu Zhengyang to lead people to ambush in the parking lot in advance, preparing to kill all the buyers, and then he would take his place to meet with the equatorial messenger.
At present, the plan is being implemented very smoothly. The manpower sent by the buyer to do the transaction has been taken care of by himself. Now he only needs to wait for the messenger with DC8 to arrive.
Central Police Station, inside the Intelligence Center.
Li Yanming, the leader of the crisis team specially established to deal with the DC8 incident, hung up the phone in his hand, and then shouted excitedly to the deputy beside him: "Get ready for action, Interpol has found out the transaction location, at the Gateway in Tsim Sha Tsui. Building parking lot!”
"Inform the guys in Kowloon to send out the entire tracking team to ambush around the location. Don't even let me release a fly!"
"Have all mobile units on standby, be ready to block roads at any time, contact the Marine Police and Customs, and no ships can go out to sea after eight o'clock!"
After saying that, he shook his fists excitedly. Unlike other departments of the Hong Kong government who had a passive and panic attitude towards the DC8 incident, as the top officer of the anti-terrorism special service department, he was more full of fighting spirit than anyone else in the face of this nuclear crisis. and determination.
The reason is very simple. Although Hong Kong Island has suffered from chaotic security in recent years, with robberies and murders occurring one after another, there has never been an incident that can be linked to a terrorist attack.
The only one was the jewelry robbery at the Grand Hyatt Building, but Zheng Jirong had already solved it before he arrived at the scene.
After sitting in the office and reading newspapers for so many years, now he finally had an opportunity to show off his talents in person. How could he not feel excited?
Moreover, Gui Lao attaches great importance to this matter. If it can be solved smoothly and Equator is successfully captured, Brother Yi might be able to do everything!
After gathering his weapons, Li Yanming was about to set off towards Tsim Sha Tsui when two South Korean intelligence officers suddenly stopped him.
"Chief Li, please allow us to act with you!"
"you."
Li Yanming stared at Cui Haomin, the deputy director of the South Korean Intelligence Agency in front of him, and shook his head. These people were sent by South Korea to hand over weapons. If something happened, he would not be able to explain to the superiors.
Seeing his refusal, Cui Haomin hurriedly explained: "Only we can verify the authenticity of the DC8 weapon, and if it is not properly contained, there is a risk of nuclear leakage at any time! It will cause huge losses to Hong Kong Island."
Hearing this, Li Yanming turned his attention to a middle-aged man not far away wearing a red sweater and wearing glasses with an intellectual temperament. This was a physics expert he specially invited from the University of Hong Kong for this nuclear incident— —Zhao Zhiren.
Seeing Zhao Jiaoshou nod slightly to him, Li Yanming agreed directly, and took the overjoyed Han Fang and the two people to quickly leave the intelligence center and rush to the transaction location in Tsim Sha Tsui.
The Gateway.
At this time, in the empty parking lot, apart from the parked cars, there were only Zheng Jirong, Peng Yixing and A Miao.
"Brother Rong, Yuanyang milk tea."
"Yes."
In the car, Zheng Jirong took the milk tea that A Miao bought from the mall, and after taking two sips with a straw, he asked casually: "What time is it?"
A Miao raised his hand to check the time, then frowned and said: "There are three minutes to eight o'clock. The people from the equator don't want to break the appointment, right?"
Zheng Jirong said calmly: "It's not impossible. Nuclear weapons are very popular internationally. He will not lack buyers. Maybe he has found a higher bid."
At this moment, there was a roar outside the parking lot, and a motorcycle rushed over, crossed the railing and went directly into the garage.
Both of the people in the car were wearing helmets and their true faces could not be seen clearly, but the person in the back seat was carrying a heavy travel bag, which made him very conspicuous.
The messenger of the equator?
"Set up your guns and seal the exit. And."
Zheng Jirong said to them seriously: "Don't shoot unless it is absolutely necessary. Once you hit the DC8, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Understood!"
After explaining the two people, Zheng Jirong put on a white mask and prepared to get out of the car to negotiate with the other party.
He didn't care whether the other party would recognize him. As long as there was a chance to get close, no one could escape from his hands.
However, just as Zheng Jirong stepped out of the car door, Super Sense suddenly issued a strong warning!
He looked up and saw that the person in the back seat of the motorcycle threw a grenade at him without hesitation!
In an instant, several grenades drew arcs in the air and rushed straight to Zheng Jirong!
Damn!
Zheng Jirong cursed inwardly and quickly retreated into the car and slammed the door!
Boom! Boom!
The next second, a series of explosions sounded, and flames shot up into the sky in the garage!
At this time, on the street outside, Li Yanming and others who had just arrived at the scene could not help but look nervous after hearing the explosion.
Then, before they could react, a motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the garage. The man in the back seat saw the police car on the street and threw several grenades without saying anything. They exploded in the street instantly, causing panic.
"Chase them! We must not let them go!"
Li Yanming roared into the intercom: "Notify PTU and close all the nearby roads for me!"
"Send another team to check the garage, don't let the buyers inside escape!"
"Understood!"
Boom!
As soon as the voice fell, another grenade exploded nearby, and the powerful shock wave almost overturned the car.
Damn, what do these guys think Hong Kong Island is!
After Li Yanming cursed, he got out of the car window, took out his gun and fired at the motorcycle not far away. However, he was stopped by Cui Haomin in the back seat just after firing a few shots.
"Stop! Don't shoot, Commander Li!"
Cui Haomin shouted at him urgently: "The thing carried by the man in the back seat is the same as DC8. If he is hit, there will be a risk of leakage of the raw material ball!"
Li Yanming was shocked when he heard it, and immediately stopped pulling the trigger, then picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Follow the target and force him into the encirclement!"
Boom!
However, the terrorists on the motorcycle didn't seem to care about these. They continued to throw grenades and overturned the police cars that were chasing them.
Fire and explosions rose and fell on the streets, and citizens and police were injured and fell to the ground.
Li Yanming looked at the chaotic situation in front of him and felt extremely difficult.
This is the center of Tsim Sha Tsui. Facing these terrorists who kept throwing grenades, they couldn't even shoot back.
How to catch this guy?
At this moment, in the underground garage, Zheng Jirong and his team's vehicle has been covered with grenade fragments and bullet marks.
Fortunately, this car is a specially customized bulletproof car. Although the grenade is powerful, Zheng Jirong and others in the car were not affected too much.
Peng Yixing looked at the windshield full of cracks and iron pieces, and said in surprise: "What does Equator mean? Does he want to rob the thieves?"
"Have you ever seen a thief rob the thieves without money?"
After Zheng Jirong replied, his brows frowned slightly.
The two messengers threw grenades as soon as they met, obviously not for trading. Their identities may have been exposed. Even if this action did not succeed in killing him, it was to give himself a severe warning.
Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong's face was a little gloomy. In addition to Song An, only Ling Lingqi and Amiao Peng Yixing knew about his actions this time.
Senior brother will definitely not betray him, could it be that
He glanced calmly at Peng Yixing and the other person who were still frightened in the front seat, and then shook his head secretly.
These two people have no reason to betray him.
After thinking for a moment, Zheng Jirong turned to A Miao: "Did you see any suspicious people in Kowloon Tong that night?"
"Suspicious people?"
A Miao was stunned, then shook his head and said: "No, that night, apart from the bodyguard, I only saw Mr. Song's secretary."
"Secretary?"
"Yes, she brought a cup of coffee from the room to warm me up," A Miao said, and turned to look at Zheng Jirong: "Brother Rong, are you suspicious?"
"You're not suspicious. Since there can't be a spy here, the problem must be with Song An!"
Damn it, I don’t even know there’s a ghost in my house!