Fifteen traffic police officers wore reflective vests and helmets and drove motorcycles.

Their expressions were serious and they would never allow the ghosts to go beyond the cordon. Any ghosts who broke out of the cordon? All would be driven back on their bikes!

In addition, traffic teams and emergency response teams are on standby at each intersection.

The police showed tough tactics throughout the march!

Blanche, however, was not afraid and felt excited, as if she was stirring up the historical trend and causing changes in the situation. She felt as if she was taking advantage of the momentum and taking advantage of it.

If he does this well, he will be treated like a hero when he returns to his ancestral business world, and will receive not only monetary benefits, but also achievements and fame.

Fame, power, money!

Take all three!

This shows Blanche’s mood!

His small brown eyes were shining brightly, showing the shrewdness of a businessman, but he did not have the courage to do big things...

He thought he was a "hero", but he was just a pawn at best. In the eyes of the big shots on both sides, there was no difference between him and the more than 5,000 ghost guys behind him...

Ahead!

The target is ahead!

On Admiralty Avenue, Song Zijie held the intercom and looked out the car window: "The parade has passed the fifth intersection and will arrive at the gate of the regional building in twenty minutes."

They sat in a black official car and were responsible for leading an emergency response team of 50 people to guard the last intersection of the parade route.

Further ahead!

It’s Hong Kong Island Region!

"Roger it!" Li Ying stood at the door of the headquarters, holding an intercom and responded solemnly.

"Over." Song Zijie put down the intercom, stretched his right hand out of the car window, and made a forward gesture.

At the roadside, fifteen black official vehicles slowly started to move along with the parade, disguised as "citizens".

At this time, aside from a few citizens and passing streetcars, were there any citizens beside the parade road?

Who of the serious citizens came out to participate in the parade? Everyone hid at home if they wanted to watch the news! Even the social groups ordered not to disturb this muddy water!

Societies are here to make money, not to engage in politics, let alone the two largest societies in Hong Kong, "Chung Ying", which are causing trouble? No matter how many major societies you have, with hundreds of years of history, who dares to rush into this turmoil?

They were all smashed to pieces.

Even the villagers in the New Territories who protested and marched for 300 yuan a day and poured manure for 500 yuan did not dare to come.

And people with a bit of conscience don't want to get involved with ghost guys.

"Here we come!" Zhuang Shikai stood on the roof, raised his coffee cup and took a sip of coffee.

"Zhizhi."

He raised his eyes and looked down.

A large group of marching citizens were shouting slogans and marching forward, constantly forcing them to the gate of the district.

Among them there was a clown who danced the most joyfully.

Zhuang Shikai frowned slightly: "Which one is that?"

He doesn't like clowns jumping around in front of him.

Zhou Huabiao replied: "Blanche, the new president of Oriental Ocean."

"He was the one who proposed the parade. It is said that he is very keen on politics. It's a bit like joining politics through business."

Zhuang Shikai understood immediately and sneered: "I changed my clothes and I really didn't recognize him!"

Immediately his expression changed and he said solemnly: "Break his legs as soon as this matter is over!"

"I hate clowns the most."

Zhou Huabiao looked stunned and immediately replied: "Yes! Sir!"

No matter what happens to this guy during the parade, he is in a bad mood and is being targeted by Mr. Zhuang, so his legs can no longer be saved.

"HSBC loan! Restructure the company! HSBC loan! Restructure the company!"

"Commercial fraud! Collusion between government and businessmen! Commercial fraud! Collusion between government and businessmen!..." The parade staff always shouted these two slogans. As the people in front arrived at the gate of the district, more and more people gathered, and there were already hundreds of people.

People began to hold signs and chant slogans at the gate of the headquarters.

These people are so delusional!

Zhuang Shikai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, heard slogans in his ears, and looked towards the bottom of the building.

Being in the commotion, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

Clench your fists!

I cursed in my heart: "Shame on you mother! Huazhong has used its strength to win the business war. How can you have the nerve to take the company back?"

These sounds are so harsh!

It's not because there are many people in the parade, it's because the ghost parade is extremely ironic.

how?

Are Chinese people inherently inferior? Are ghosts inherently superior? Can they even cheat on things they lose in gambling?

How can this not make people angry!

Zhou Huabiao saw the officer's clenched fists, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Prince Zhuang, I'm going down to do some work."

"Call me anytime if you need anything."

Due to the distance of the building, police walkie-talkies can call directly to the bottom of the building to ensure frontline communication.

Even if Mr. Zhuang is standing in the office, he can pick up the walkie-talkie and personally direct the front line.

"Um."

Zhuang Shikai spoke softly.

Zhou Huabiao quietly exited the office.

After he walked out of the office, he immediately put on his police hat, got a baton, and walked faster in the corridor.

Downstairs, the long procession finally converged into one point.

There are more and more ghost employees, the scene is getting louder and the noise is getting louder and louder.

Reporters were filming from a distance.

Li Ying took the lead, holding a baton, standing in front of the military uniform square, raising his hand to signal: "Level 1 alert!"

"Wow!" 1,500 police officers stepped forward, raised their batons and raised their shields.

They stepped forward on their weapons, and with uniform movements, they immediately played the murderous "Enter the Army Song".

You must know that a neat voice is full of "power" and equals "murderous intent"... This is a symbol left over from tens of thousands of years of ancient wars, a reaction engraved in human genes.

The Hong Kong Island Police Force has always been well-trained, and before they took action, they just used movements to exert pressure, which frightened the marchers.

"Don't be afraid of them!"

"We are British nationals! The yellow-skinned monkeys dare not touch us!" Blanche rushed out of the crowd first and shouted loudly.

Thousands of British employees suddenly came to their senses, regained their enthusiasm, and shouted loudly: "Accuse! Accuse the Chinese-owned company for commercial fraud!"

"Restructure the company! Return the equity!"

"Banks must provide interest-free loans! Save the jobs of British citizens!"

These staff members can be said to be very courageous in numbers. With more than 5,000 people gathered together, they are indeed very emotionally dynamic.

Not only can they get angry and cause trouble, but it can also put pressure on the police.

But what about the police?

Stand still!

Li Ying was wearing a military uniform and standing on the front line, with equipment on his waist and trouser legs, and a baton in his hand, with a calm expression.

The commander has already given the order!

No action is allowed without orders!

Of course, guarding the gate of the region is the bottom line!

The 1,500 police officers were divided into three phalanxes, with 500 people per phalanx, divided into ten columns of 50 men each. Just a phalanx of fifty men per column was extremely oppressive to the citizens.

In addition, since the gate of the general area is not wide, the three phalanxes cannot be filled up. Instead, a military formation is adopted, one phalanx is placed at the door, and two phalanxes are placed on the left and right wings, so as to suppress the dangerous actions of the marchers in all directions.

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Song Zijie and his emergency team sat in a car and parked the car behind the marchers. Along the streets, they could rush out to do things at any time, closing the door on the marchers and beating their dogs.

Even though the number of police officers was smaller than the number of demonstrators, each of them carried equipment and was well-trained. There were more than 2,000 people in total, both covertly and covertly, who were enough to beat up the Gui Lao staff.

The traffic police are completely blocking both ends of the road to prevent citizens from being harmed.
To be continued...