Ten days later.

One black BMW car drove out of the consulate, and another black BMW car drove out of the consulate...

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Three cars rushed across the side of the road and the street, and a few yellow dead leaves were lifted up. In the air, the yellow leaves made a few circles, fluttered and fell heavily on the ground.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray trench coat, a high hat, and a cigar squinted his eyes, raised his head, and saw the black window in the back of the car...

Zhuang Shikai sits in the back of the first BMW car, wearing a black suit with a gun on his waist, holding a mobile phone in the palm of his right hand, holding a gun certificate, passport, diplomatic certificate, etc. in his arms.

He turned calmly to look out of the window with the man in the windbreaker.

He nodded slightly to greet each other. It's like saying hello to an old friend.

Today is the last day of the International Security Forum, as well as the closing of the Security Forum and a media conference.

Delegations from many countries/regions have arrived at the scene, and they will be summing up the meeting. They will take a group photo and give speeches from the opposite media. The meeting will be ended happily according to the process.

If you give the lighthouse country a silly foot, you can get some loans and get some benefits.

Even if there is no benefit, at least it will not be beaten! Unlike some special delegations... I have put a **** bowl on someone and haven't come to the meeting for more than ten days.

Yes it is! The Hong Kong Island delegation has not participated in the meeting for more than ten days. It is not that it cannot participate, but for the sake of safety, it is of little significance. The Director simply ordered to withdraw from the meeting!

What stinky feet would I even dare to slap him in the face?

The people of the Hong Kong Island delegation have been staring at the "Nakajima Group" for a long time, and have completed all follow-up investigations on the "Nakajima Group". They know the political background of the Nakajima Group, the people, and the bigwigs. It is to openly resolve the "Nakajima Group" and make the U.S. embarrassed at the closing meeting!

"Chinese action." At the side of the consulate, the spy wore a trench coat and picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number to report to his superiors.

At the same time, the FBI personnel began to lock in the position of the Chinese side, and sent vehicles and special police officers to control the scene, but in fact they controlled the Chinese side!

...

"Squeak!" Three black BMWs approached Chinatown and parked directly on the side of the road at the gate of Fuyun Restaurant. A group of police officers in suits pushed the car door, snapped together, and stood in a row aggressively.

Vehicles cannot be parked in the middle of the road.

But once it stops, it is extremely eye-catching, indicating that it is here to find fault and do something.

What's more, a group of police officers have Chinese faces, majestic and murderous.

"Sir Zhuang, do it low-key?" Zeng Xiangrong sat in the co-pilot of the lead car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking back and asking with a solemn expression.

He was a little worried.

However, Zhuang Shikai leaned Erlang's legs, opened his eyes wide, and said in a solemn voice: "If you do it, make it bigger!"

"I don't have a low-key habit!"

"Yes!"

"Sir!"

Zeng Xiangrong received the order, simply responded, opened the door and stepped out of the car, as the front-line commander.

"Action." He took out a walkie-talkie and said in a deep voice, "All do things."

"Yes, sir!" A group of police officers responded in the headset.

Immediately, in Chinatown, many police officers in disguise and lurking took out their weapons, hung up their certificates, and rushed towards the restaurant gate with guns in both hands.

"Wow." Inside the restaurant's gate, many normal diners blasted away before the arrival of the car, and some of the fierce faces and sturdy suits were all members of the Nakajima Group...

The members of the Nakajima Group saw Chinese surrounding the restaurant. Whether it was the police or the society, a **** battle in Chinatown was almost inevitable, and there was no need to think too much.

So some members of the Nakajima Group returned to the kitchen and received weapons. When the plainclothes officers took the lead in the attack, the Nakajima Group began to fight back.

The bosses of the Nakajima Group are ghosts, but the manpower in Chinatown is mainly Chinese, and there are only a few ghost shooters.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang!" The Chinese police officers held guns in both hands, stepping quickly, and shooting head-on with precision.

Attacked the restaurant with scattered arrows.

"Da da da."

"Da da da da." The Nakajima group gunmen carried the micro-rush out of the kitchen, squeezed the trigger, and shot out a shuttle of sharp bullets, and a brief blue firework spurted from the muzzle.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

"Ding Ding Ding!" The police officers bent over, looked for cover, and made tactical moves to avoid them, demonstrating a very sharp combat literacy.

The gunmen of the Nakajima Group were shot frequently by the Chinese police officers, and fell to the ground one by one. The contrast between the two sides' combat effectiveness was very prominent.

You know, the Nakajima Group has absolute firepower superiority, but the firepower superiority has no sense of existence in front of combat literacy.

Although the Nakajima Group did not fall as soon as it was pushed, the Hong Kong Island delegation continued to victorious and continued to advance, and it has completely occupied the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant.

After the Nakajima Group dropped more than a dozen corpses, the manpower gradually retreated to the second floor, relying on the narrow stairs and the floor advantage to barely resist.

The defeat was only a matter of time.

...

"BOSS, the Chinese police have attacked!"

The third floor.

Secret room.

Shouted a white bodyguard in a suit.

Qian Tao stood by with two combo pistols in both hands.

His expression remained steady.

Yongwei still wears a red cheongsam. It's just that there is more "red wound" on her neck than the previous day, and she has been fighting every night. That is the mark left after a fierce fight.

"Pop!" At this moment, she stepped on the red high heels on the office desk, revealing a pair of long snow-white legs, and then lifted the hem of the red cheongsam, with a leather ring tied to the inside of the back of the thigh, and a gun bag hung on the leather ring. There is a pistol in the gun pouch.

She lifted her arm and unbuttoned the gun bag, and took out the black pistol with her fingers. With a light flick, the pistol spun quickly in the palm of her hand.

"BOSS."

"The back door has also been blocked by the police."

"The Chinese police have carefully arranged the restaurant. It seems that they have been watching us for a long time." Another bodyguard in a suit said worriedly.

In the office, a large black leather slowly turns....

Nakajima was wearing a suit and a red bow tie at the neckline. He looked at the crowd with a calm expression and said, "Don't worry."

"We can kill from the front!"

Facing the continual defeat of the police offensive, I don't know who gave him the confidence as an old dog.

Not surprisingly, the police would break into the secret room within five minutes. With the elite qualities displayed by the Chinese police officers, a few high-level thugs could not stop the Chinese police officers from attacking.

Don't look at them, these Chinese police officers have no names and no surnames, and look ordinary, as if they were ordinary patrol officers on the street.

However, their ability to follow the "Brother One" out of the country to do things is enough to prove their operational strength.

Picking a police officer casually can bring down any senior fighter from the Nakajima Group.

However, Mr. Nakajima pulled on the bow tie, straightened the neckline, stood up and preached: "The FBI agents will take us out."

...

"Report sir."

"Capture the A floor!"

"Kill a target...Kill a target... left! Tap, tap, kill the target!"

"Someone was shot! Someone was shot!"

"Huh!"

At this time, fierce gunshots, rapid footsteps, the screams of being shot, the sound of falling to the ground when the target was shot, and the rapid breathing of the team members as they moved upward were heard in the communication channel of the Chinese police force.

"GO! GO!"

"on!"

"Report sir, capture the B floor and wipe out most of the targets! No criminal boss has been found yet!"

"Floor C! Floor C!"

"up!"

The police officers continued to exclaim in the communication channel.

...

"Di Du! Di Du! Di Du!" At this time, a police siren sounded at the entrance of Chinatown.

I saw FBI police cars blaring their sirens and flashing lights, rushing to the scene of the battle extremely fast.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the firefight at the Fortune Restaurant is the biggest gun battle ever erupted in New York’s Chinatown, and the next scene will be the historic story of New York’s Chinatown! Classic picture!

"Boom, boom, boom." At this moment, five FBI police cars knocked over many stalls all the way, squeaked, and stopped at the bottom of the Fulou restaurant. The front of the car was directly facing the three BMWs in front of them, blocking the BMW team with their bodies. Exit the intersection.

More than 20 FBI special services were wearing combat uniforms, tactical helmets on their heads, leather boots on their feet, and an advanced combat rifle rushing off the police car.

"Wow!" The FBI special situation team immediately raised a gun to face the Chinese police officers of the Hong Kong Island delegation.

"Kacha! Kacha!" They turned off the insurance, pulled the bolt open, and stood ready.

And use the cover of the vehicle, or stand behind the front of the car, the body, or the open door.

"Alert!" Zeng Xiangrong exclaimed, immediately drew his gun and turned around, leaned against the body, and turned his gun to point to the side Guilao.

Immediately, the thirteen Hong Kong Island inspectors in suits guarding the entrance of the restaurant immediately drew their guns and turned around ~lightnovelpub.net~, and quickly dispersed the cover and confronted the FBI with guns.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the streets filled the streets, and the two sides refused to give up!

Why did the FBI drew its gun at the Chinese police officer? Up to now, there are too many possibilities and too many explanations. On the contrary, it becomes unimportant.

What to go next, what to do, determine the course of the event.

"Da da da."

"Bang! Bang!" At the restaurant, the gunfight continued.

"call…"

"Huh..." Down the restaurant, the gunfight was about to start.

Zhuang Shikai was placed in the confrontation between the two sides of the vehicle, did not get out of the car to escape, or drew his gun to join the confrontation. But quietly holding a mobile phone and waiting for the result.

Zeng Xiangrong took out his "diplomatic documents" and showed it to the FBI, but the FBI scolded the police to stop the offensive, otherwise they would open fire!

The Chinese police force has clearly obtained the legal right to investigate, or is the FBI ordered the police force to conduct an investigation, but now someone from the FBI has come to demand that the offense be stopped?

Stop talking when you stop! Really consider yourself a big boss?

What do you say? What is the words of Master Zhuang?

Zhuang Shikai opened the cover of the phone, ticked, dialed a few numbers.

He took the phone to his ear, quietly looked out the window, and provoked a gentle smile at a group of FBI agents.

Big guys don't like to do it!

It shocks you with your hands!

"Ding Ding Ding!" The phone rang in Zeng Xiangrong's pocket.

He held the gun in his left hand with a dignified face, took out the phone with his right hand, stared straight ahead, pressed the answer button at will, took the phone to his ear, and heard a command: "The first is better! Now let them all be done away." !"

Lord Zhuang said calmly while sitting in the car looking out the window.

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