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Two vans were parked on the road two blocks away from the HSBC Bank, with many boxes inside.

When the box is opened, you can see that there are more boxes inside.

Small box.

In the truck, Bill was waving his hands constantly, "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

A special foldable trailer was put in through the sewer opening.

The person wearing a mask below quickly took it, opened it, and pushed it hard toward the other end. The car slid out toward the other end with a rumble.

At the other end, a man also wearing a mask and a headlamp grabbed the sliding cart and ran forward.

The rubber shoes made a sexy sound of "papapapa" when stepping on the stagnant water in the sewer.

Inside the sewer, unexpectedly it was not dark. There was a light hanging on the wall every few steps, and from time to time there were big rats that were frightened and fled around.

It wasn't until everything was transported to the sewer that Bill let out a long breath.

Originally, according to Bill's intention, it would be better if these things were put into the sewer in advance.

However, this idea was rejected by Sean.

It’s not like the sewers are always deserted. What if there is maintenance?

At that time, there will be no place to reason.

From Sean's point of view, as soon as his side starts moving, all eyes will be focused on it, and no one will pay attention to what is happening a few streets away.

It is safer to work at this time.

…

Sean personally led Le Huizhen and the cameraman toward the underground garage. As he walked, he said, "There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"Do you know why nuclear tests are never deliberately concealed?" Sean talked in front of the camera.

"Too much noise is certainly one of the reasons, but the main purpose is to let people in other countries see that we have nuclear weapons and that they are extremely powerful."

"This is like a military exercise that is frequently conducted. Countries will also publish various data on their advanced weapons for the purpose of deterrence."

"So, Mr. Cu Chulainn also wanted to scare the police outside?" Le Huizhen interrupted at the right time.

"Yes, that's it!" Sean stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, looking extremely casual.

This scene was seen by the police outside through a live broadcast signal, and they almost jumped up in anger.

These terrorists are so rampant!

Let’s see what confidence they have in saying that!

"Come, shoot here, this is the line of defense we have built!" Sean pointed to the exit of the underground garage in front and said: "The first line of defense is a large number of vehicles. The purpose of this is to block the entrance as much as possible and restrict the police.

activity space.”

"In this case, even if they rush in by force, the space given to them will only be on both sides of the corner, and the number of people who can rush in per unit time will not exceed 4 people."

Almost all the top police officers were outside the building. When they heard the terrorists saying this on TV, everyone looked at Assistant Director of Operations Nick Steve.

The corner of Nick Steve's mouth twitched. He was never on the front line. He knew how to be a jerk.

Turning to look at the captain of the Flying Tigers, he saw the captain frown and said, "Yes, the space is too small."

At this time, the terrorist on the TV introduced again: "This open area is the second line of defense."

"Why is it open? This is because we need to completely expose those who rush in to the shooting range. There is no cover and they will die if they come out." Sean continued to introduce, with an evil flavor in his voice.

All the viewers in front of the TV took a deep breath.

"This is the third line of defense. It is for our own use. Relying on the bunker, it can protect us from better exchanges with the police."

"Of course, we have also imagined the police's response plan, such as using bulletproof shields to build artificial bunkers and slowly advance." As he said, Sean spread his hands, "I believe that the police are also watching us at this moment.

This can be considered a firefight from a distance."

Oh shit!

Looking at those eyes in front of the TV, the senior police officer felt his scalp numb, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.

"We poured all the gasoline in the car on the car, and at the right time...boom!" Sean raised his hands high.

When the police officers turned their heads, the image appeared in their minds. Everyone who rushed in would die!

This is absolutely awesome!

"Of course, of course, it's not impossible. As long as you are willing to sacrifice some bait, you can still break through this layer of layout. 3, 5, 10, that's about it." Sean said, shaking his head at the camera, as if

He said very firmly: "After all, we have captured many British people. The British are the masters here. In order to save these British people, it is acceptable to kill some Chinese."

"Hey, you're going too far!" Le Huizhen quit immediately. It was so heartbreaking to be told that in person.

"Uh, did I say it wrong!" Sean's eyes were full of joking, "Isn't this a British Overseas Colony? The owner here is not British?"

"Okay, we all know that you Chinese have no rights whether it is politics, economics, or the legal system. You are just a tool to make money."

"Look at the Governor's Palace. The people who hold the power are all British. Oh, the police and the Security Bureau are all the same."

On the police side, Li Shutang turned away with a dark face and stopped looking. Even hearing such remarks for the second time made him extremely angry.

The other Chinese people's expressions were equally sad when they saw the explosion, and they all understood why Li Shutang became so angry after meeting the terrorists once before.

The British top brass also felt very uncomfortable. It was true that they occupied the top tier, but in the final analysis it was the Chinese below who were doing the work.

See through, don’t tell.

If you do this, how can the people below still try their best?

How can you fool me in the future?

"Don't talk about the economy. Here, under my feet, HSBC, the note-issuing bank of Hong Kong Paper, has nothing to do with you. As for the law...ha."

"The judges are all British. If we don't assign judges to you, you won't even be able to conduct basic trials."

"Talk about culture? Your official texts are all in English and there is no text at all. Are you talking about culture to me?"

Most people on Hong Kong Island still can't understand English, but those who can understand it all have different expressions.

Chi Guoguo said it in front of the TV station. No matter what the identity or status of the person watching TV at this moment was, his face was extremely ugly.

The vast majority of people even jumped to yell at Sean in the picture.

"Economy, politics, law, and culture have nothing to do with you. Is there any point in deceiving yourself and others?"

"You, you, you, you are talking nonsense!" Le Huizhen's chest rose and fell rapidly in anger, and a pair of huge bouncing balls attracted Sean's eyes.

At this moment, Sean immediately recognized the fact, "Okay, okay, beauty, don't be angry."

"You have big breasts, you are right."

"I was wrong!" Sean admitted his mistake straightforwardly, which made Le Huizhen stay in place for a while, completely unaware of the sentence "You have big breasts, you are right."

But it was because of this that Le Huizhen became even more angry. The other party admitted it too simply, and it was obvious that he was not sincere at all.

The things they care about are so insignificant in other people's mouths.

Le Huizhen, who was in a bad mood, beat even faster.

"Okay, don't be angry. You are already a professional host. Come, follow me, take a deep breath together, and adjust your mood." Sean raised and lowered his head as if he was directing the performance, but his eyes were fixed on Le Huizhen's chest.

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I was holding back my laughter, it was so fun.

Lorraine touched her chin, her brows furrowed even more tightly, yes, that’s the smell!

This bad energy looks so similar!

After teasing Le Huizhen for a while, Sean coughed lightly and continued: "Come on, let's continue the introduction."

Sean waved, and a security guard opened the iron box next to him, revealing a metal cylinder.

Anyone with a keen eye in front of the TV will immediately recognize that this is an RPG!

"I believe everyone can see that we have prepared RPGs at every entrance and exit. When the defense line encounters danger, we will use RPGs to stabilize the situation."

"Looking over here."

"Yes, this is what everyone often calls the six-barreled Gatling. It was originally used on battleships to defend against aircraft or missiles."

"With 2,000 bullets per minute, in such a small space, it can be completely blocked and blast everyone who tries to rush in."

"So." Sean walked up to the camera and stretched his face, "I advise the police not to take human lives until they are completely sure of breaking through these lines of defense."

"Of course, this is just a small suggestion from me. It's up to you whether you accept it or not. After all, the ones who died were the grassroots police officers who rushed to the front, and the senior officers don't have to rush to the front."

"I'll die anyway."

"For justice, some sacrifices are necessary, and the people will remember you!" Sean suddenly waved his fist, looking impassioned.

After shouting, he shrugged and waved his hand, "It's just some numbers on paper. I don't even know the names. It doesn't matter whether I'm dead or not."

"Remember you, that is the people's business, what does it have to do with British officials?"
To be continued...