"Hollywood Road, Abbot Road."

Wednesday, early morning, six o'clock.

Flying Tigers station, war room.

Zhou Xingxing was wearing a combat uniform, holding a rope pole in his right hand, tapping a combat map on the wall and preaching: "These two roads are the only way to the Financial Secretary! At nine o'clock in the morning, there will be a motorcade

Escort important documents and VIPs to the Financial Secretary for a hearing!"

"It is reported that a group of terrorists will attack VIPs!"

"The mission goal of this operation is to protect VIPs from going to the Financial Department smoothly for a hearing at the Taxation Department!"

Zhou Xingxing's expression was serious and he spoke in a deep voice.

Thirty Flying Tigers were fully armed, carrying firearms, wearing body armor and action uniforms.

At this moment, they were sitting on the chairs in the war room, looking eagerly at the combat map, and listening to the commander's action orders!

This is a "VIP protection" operation that is registered, signed by the deputy director of operations, and carried out in accordance with official procedures. The entire team of team members are performing official duties, but how to perform specific official duties and how to protect them? Sorry, then

It's up to the "sir" to decide.

After all, during the operation with the terrorists, the VIP was killed by a stray bullet, eh? That’s normal, right?

This is to use "public affairs to perform private affairs". Another way is to "use public tools for private use"!

However, if you want to "use public weapons for private use", you must first have a "public weapon", and then you must engrave your name on the public weapon. Very ordinary people can do it. Throughout the ages, anyone who can use public weapons for private use is a great tyrant and a great hero.

People! Except for those who are greedy for small profits.

"Thirty people were divided into two teams, one responsible for Hollywood Road and one responsible for Abbey Road, including two teams on Hollywood Road and three teams on Abbey Road. One team on Abbey Road,

Responsible for controlling the gate of the Financial Secretary and making the final response!"

The so-called final response is essentially the bottom line!

The bottom line of attack!

"The position circled in red is the best favorable terrain. After arriving at the designated position, the offensive team and sharpshooters will take up positions in advance and be ready to act at any time."

"There will be paparazzi from the Intelligence Section on site to help. They are only responsible for observing the target and are not responsible for participating in the operation."

"There is no other support for this operation, it is all executed by the Flying Tigers."

"Do you understand?" Finally, Zhou Xingxing clicked the pole at the door of the Financial Secretary and asked in a stern tone.

"Wow!" Thirty Flying Tigers police officers on the scene stood up and shouted loudly: "Understood!"

"Okay." Zhou Xingxing retracted the rope pole, raised his hand to look at his watch, and said calmly: "I will personally take part in this operation. Since tax reform is an important matter related to the people's livelihood in Hong Kong Island, Sir Zhuang will also personally supervise the operation. Everyone has

No confidence? Don’t let Sir Zhuang down!!!”

"Have confidence!!!" the Flying Tigers members puffed up their chests and roared loudly.

"Let's take action." Zhou Xingxing waved his hand, and the team members turned around and left quickly to carry out the mission.

…

Morning.

seven o'clock.

"Sir Zhuang, the manpower has been arranged."

The sky is bright.

The sky is blue.

It's a nice day today.

Zhuang Shikai was wearing a white sportswear, holding a cup of warm milk in one hand and a piece of toast in the other, standing alone under a streetlight on Hollywood Road.

On the streets, it's time to go to work.

Citizens come and go in an endless stream, with their feet in a hurry and their faces looking sleepy and numb, while others are full of fighting spirit and live happily.

I saw Mr. Zhuang like an old neighbor who was out for a walk, standing by the street lamp holding up a piece of bread, ah...opening his mouth wide, biting down the bread in one bite, then drinking milk and chewing, enjoying a delicious breakfast.

Zhou Xingxing was also wearing a sports shirt and had headphones on his ears. He stood beside Mr. Zhuang alone and reported to Mr. Zhuang aloud.

If Zhuang Shikai hadn't deliberately stood in a place to avoid the flow of people, he might have been recognized by passers-by in a hurry. Fortunately, the citizens were busy on their way, immersed in the busyness of their own lives, and naturally thought that the "big names" in the newspapers were far away from their lives.

, will not deliberately think of it, and does not care who the person on the roadside is.

Of course, Mr. Zhuang's handsome face and side profile still attracted the surprise glances of many beautiful girls.

"arranged."

"You can get ready to do things."

Zhuang Shikai nodded, his expression unchanged, and continued eating the bread.

"yes."

Zhou Xingxing responded loudly.

On the roadside, I was eating breakfast in a breakfast shop, but I kept a close eye on the citizens on the street.

There is a "wageman" wearing a suit on the chair, crossing his legs and reading the morning newspaper, and the boss at the newsstand is sorting newspapers but wearing a headset.

Liu Jianming and other intelligence officers had already filled the streets on both sides, staring at the traffic flow to see if any "targets" appeared.

According to Sir Zhuang's assumption, the ghost guy can respond quickly and dares to continue holding hearings... he should have an elite force at his disposal! Otherwise, with the determination shown by the police force, murder and arson are bound to follow! No

Why do you dare to continue with some force?

Dare to continue the hearing? It seems that Charles has a group of people! But there is no need to be surprised, the prince has a good reputation!

Although the hearing is held at ten o'clock and the Financial Secretary does not open the door until eight o'clock, the accountant will arrive in advance to make preparations.

Follow the public account: Book Friends Base Camp, follow and you will get cash and coins!

At six o'clock in the morning, the police force was in place! Moreover, the Intelligence Division had searched the Financial Secretary's building the night before to confirm that the big accountant was not hiding inside the Financial Secretary!

"Let's go in and have something to eat and sit for a while. It's probably still early." At this time, Zhuang Shikai finished drinking the milk tea, put the paper cup backhand into the trash can, and turned to Zhou Xingxing and said.

"Yes, sir." Zhou Xingxing answered softly and followed Mr. Zhuang into a tea restaurant.

…

"Team A get on board!"

"Group B, get on the bus!" On the other end, in a villa with a red wall and dome in the Western District, is the Hong Kong Island Accountant Board. The second chief accountant "Barty Crouch" is wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase with a solemn expression.

Step out of the villa.

There are a total of twelve agents from the Royal Special Agents Group wearing suits and carrying weapons, all of whom are deployed in the villa and are responsible for protecting the safety of the target.

The four special agents stood at the four corners, with the second chief accountant at the center, to personally protect the chief accountant when he went out.

Mike, the special intelligence team leader, raised his arm and commanded calmly: "Group C, get in the car! There are six cars in total. Mr. Batty please sit in the middle one."

Barty Crouch nodded, picked up the suitcase, and bent down to enter the car in the middle.

These six cars were ordered by the royal family. Some of them are Mercedes-Benz cars equipped with bulletproof functions. They are usually responsible for escorting the prince when traveling. Now they are sent directly to the front line.

The suitcase in Barty Crouch's hand carried important reports and data. A group of other accountants, as well as a large amount of data and reports were left in the villa, without the need to attend hearings or take huge risks.

Soon, four agents escorted the target into the middle car.

Mike spread out a map on the roof of the car with the two team leaders, pointed at the map, shook hands, and communicated aloud: "The police will not know where we are hiding. If we take action, we can only do it in the financial department."

The two roads in front of the company are blocked!"

"Hollywood Road, Abbot Road!"

"There is a lot of traffic on these two roads. Once the police force does something, the chance of a firefight is 100%! There is also a 30% chance of traffic jams!"

Mike's tone was decisive and clear: "Our three vehicles are walking together, and the other three vehicles are distributed in stages in front as a backup convoy."

"Once a firefight breaks out! Our mission is to protect the target across the line of fire. Using three vehicles as a springboard, even if we run away, we have to run into the Financial Secretary Building!"

"The police force did not dare to storm the Financial Secretary's Building, otherwise, they would have crossed the line!"

Mike's eyes narrowed: "I have made arrangements for the sharpshooter! Let's set off immediately!"

"Yes!" The two team leaders answered clearly, lifted up the corners of their suits, put their hands on the gun bags, turned around and got into the black car.

The villa gate and the iron door are opened.

Six cars slowly drove out of the villa and drove forward at a steady speed.

"Hoo, ho, ho..." The second-level accountant "Barty Crouch" held the suitcase in his hand and sat on the car seat in the middle of the back row, breathing deeply and trying to calm down.

After the death of the chief accountant, he knew the risks of this tax assessment. This is not an ordinary financial risk, but a political confrontation, a political risk that will cost human lives!

Unfortunately, as a British accountant, he had to be responsible for the entire tax assessment at the request of the government.

Soon, the motorcade entered Hollywood Road.

Three scattered bulletproof Mercedes-Benz vehicles were the first to attract the attention of the Intelligence Division. After all, under the escort of force, the "convoy" itself was very eye-catching.

Think about it, how often do you see a convoy of three or more vehicles in the driveway? Except for police cars, military vehicles, wedding cars, and funeral cars, there are almost no other situations.
To be continued...