In fact, all police operations personnel knew what was going on.

Especially for the front-line bomb disposal team, the orders from above cannot be ambiguous to them. They are the executors and must be clear and clear.

At this moment, they were under great pressure, and the angry Chinese hostages were attacking them.

The insults were even more offensive, and they felt they were being wronged.

When the news came from above that the Governor would step forward and shoulder all the responsibilities, these people were really filled with gratitude.

Although this will not make their situation any better...

At least it's a psychological comfort.

Affected by this, the mentality and morale of the grassroots police officers improved a lot, and the chaos on the scene was quickly suppressed.

At this time, the Governor also came out and stood in front of the group of media reporters.

The reporters in the crowd desperately stretched out their microphones. If it weren't for the police's defense line, they would have inserted the microphone into the governor's nostrils.

"Everyone be quiet, the Governor will choose some questions to answer." The secretary next to him loudly maintained the order of the scene, treating it as an impromptu press conference.

It took a long time for the crowd to gradually calm down, but it was still ready to move. Sean, who was watching TV, curled his lips and pointed at the screen and said to Lorraine: "It's not straightforward at all. I just pulled out the gun and banged it and the scene immediately became quiet!"

Lorraine rolled her eyes and said, "It's quiet, everyone ran away."

"No, you underestimate reporters. I'm telling you, I think if a war breaks out, these reporters should be recruited to the front line. As long as they are given bonuses, they will be very brave." Sean curled his lips and said with a smile.

The secretary quickly called on a reporter at the scene, and the reporter asked loudly: "Mr. Governor, what explanation do you have for sacrificing the Chinese to protect the British!"

This is the reporter who directly identified the governor.

Seeing this, Sean laughed, waiting to see the Governor's furious expression.

"God cannot guarantee that every bomb disposal will be completed successfully. Accidents will always happen. The British Hong Kong government is committed to protecting all hostages. However, it is obviously a pity that the people of the bomb disposal team have done their best. We cannot ask for more. After all, they

They are all heroes risking their lives," the governor said with a straight face.

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar. These reporters are the best at finding fault with their words, not to mention that the Governor had already made it very obvious.

Bullshit accidents are just a common excuse used by the government to blame everything on accidents.

Sean suddenly stood up from the sofa and stared at the screen with wide eyes. Why the hell does this feel wrong!

"Governor, you admit that you ordered the rescue of the British!" The order at the scene was immediately disrupted, and someone shouted loudly without even waiting to line up.

"I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!" The governor denied it, but the more he said it, the more people were sure that he just said it, "I never thought about sacrificing anyone, everything was just to save people."

"It's just that today God chose the British, that's all."

"Moreover, haven't all the hostages been saved? The result is satisfactory, and that's enough!"

"Life is the most precious."

"That's because the terrorists have no intention of killing anyone. You are not worthy of being the fucking governor at all!" An angry Chinese reporter immediately shouted loudly.

The governor was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and immediately changed his mind and said: "Our bomb disposal team discovered the terrorists' conspiracy and knew that those bombs had no power at all. Everything is perfect!"

"Nothing was sacrificed, everyone was safe, and we solved everything perfectly."

"Do you admit that you are full of prejudice against Chinese people?"

"Don't speculate on things that don't exist. I have no prejudice against Chinese people. Everyone is equal."

"Okay." The Governor waved his hand impatiently, "What we should be more concerned about now is that terrorists robbed the HSBC bank vault and how much loss HSBC suffered."

After saying that, the governor turned and left.

The secretary immediately shouted: "This is the end of today's live interview!"

The large number of reporters behind them were furious and rushed in the direction of the police. The police had to call for more people to come over.

"What the hell, is this old guy crazy?" Sean pointed to the TV screen in disbelief, "He spoke inconsistently and even put the responsibility on God. Doesn't this mean he admitted that he ordered to ensure the safety of the British people?

!"

Lorraine stared at Sean without speaking.

"You are a British beauty. I said you are a British guy. Those stinky men have nothing to do with you." Sean showed his big white teeth.

"You are also a stinky man."

"Don't be shy, smell it, do I stink!"

After giving Sean a sideways look, Lorraine said: "You should ask your friends in politics about this kind of thing instead of asking me. I don't understand these things."

"Okay, okay, damn it, why can't Guanhai come over?" Sean sat down on the sofa.

"He's so young, it's useless even if he comes." Lorraine directly rejected Sean's idea.

"Uh..." Sean knocked his head, "Forget it, forget it, never mind, it has nothing to do with me. I have something to do after dinner."

"What's the matter?" Lorraine asked casually.

"Let's see if the harvest is okay!" Sean waved his hand and said.

Lorraine's mouth twitched, you can't hide it, right?

"Hey, I trust you." Sean hugged Lorraine.

"You should tell that reporter such nonsense!" Lorraine punched Sean in the chest, turned around and went outside to greet the chef.

Looking at Lorraine's twitching buttocks, Sean was so happy.

…

In a law firm in a high-rise building in Central, a meticulously combed old white man with white hair looked at the bald man in front of him and said, "I'm sorry, we don't accept such small cases."

"Since it's a small case, it won't waste much time. It's just a matter of price." The bald-headed Lille grinned and took out a wad of U.S. dollars from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "Can you take it now?"

The old lawyer just glanced at it and didn't care. Ten thousand dollars was a lot, but it wasn't enough to make him greedy. "Sir, I have something else to do, please."

Lear grinned, took out another stack of US dollars and slapped it on the table, staring at the other person with his eyes.

The old lawyer's mouth twitched, this...

After a moment of hesitation, he shook his head and said, "I'm very sorry, but we will not participate in this case. This is not a matter of money."

"It's not about money, I understand." Lear nodded, and the lawyer opposite also breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a barrister. In theory, it is not difficult to release Le Huizhen on bail. He does not really regard money as dirt, but the problem is that this is a slap in the face of the police and the Governor's Office.

Lawyers are not only defenders, but also people.

Besides, he suspected that the white man in front of him might be related to the terrorists on TV just now.

This kind of person is the person their lawyers least like to deal with.

Avoid it for fear of not being able to catch it.

"Very huggy..."

Before the old lawyer could finish his sentence, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead. The opposite person suddenly took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at himself, "Bang"!

The old lawyer could clearly feel the bullet passing by his ear and hitting the wall behind him with a 'ding' sound.

His brain could keep up, but his body couldn't react at all. It wasn't until Leal put the gun on the table that the old lawyer gasped for air, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the secretary was startled when he heard what sounded like gunshots. He quickly came in to see the situation, "Mr. Dennis..."

The old lawyer covered his chest with one hand and pressed down on the secretary with the other, "It's okay, nothing happened. I just dropped the teacup on the ground. I understand!"

As he spoke, he swiped the tea cup on the table and smashed it into pieces with a 'pop' sound.

The secretary was not blind, and his eyes had already spotted Leal lowering his head to wipe the gun in his hand.

But as the assistant of the old lawyer for many years, the old man pretended that nothing had happened.

Slowly exiting and closing the door, the secretary's chest heaved, and he admired the old lawyer in his heart. He was indeed a barrister. He had seen strong winds and waves, and could still be so calm in the face of bullets.

In the room, the old lawyer looked down at his wet pants and felt calm.

Hot tea spilled on me and I accidentally broke the tea cup. Perfect logic!

Lille ignored the old lawyer. He wiped the fingerprints off the gun with his clothes and threw it on the table. Then he looked up and said, "Our boss told you not to talk to your lawyer. We won't force you. You can refuse."

We gave the money, and within three hours, we will see Miss Le come out safely."

"That's it, this gun is for you." After saying that, Lear stood up and left.

"Wait a minute." The old lawyer greeted, "I will bring Miss Le out safely, but let me tell you, this is the last time we will deal with her."

Lear twitched the corners of his mouth, "Maybe."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out. At the door, the secretary glanced at him and quickly lowered his head to work on the matter in hand.

In the room, the old lawyer exhaled heavily, slumped down on his seat, cursed a few words in a low voice, picked up the teapot and poured the water on the floor, then got up and went to the lounge next to him to take a shower and change clothes.

By the way, he also asked his secretary to clean up the spilled tea on the floor.

It's really a scholar meeting a soldier, and I can't explain why.

The old lawyer also saw that these guys must be robbers, but he didn't dare to say anything after knowing it.

There are about 30 people here, they are ruthless and well-trained. If this person is caught by the police after going out, he is sure that it will be very difficult for him to leave a complete body.
To be continued...