"The function of a hostage is to threaten, not to massacre. If you kill too many, you will get the opposite. Hong Jipeng, don't forget my identity. If I am injured, do you think the police outside will go crazy? If you want to surrender, you will have no chance."

." Lei Weidong hummed.

"Why did the negotiator who came in feel so stupid that he directly started fighting with the robbers?" Huang Tiannuo's father, retired policeman Lao Huang, looked at Lei Weidong who was arguing with the robbers in the distance and couldn't help but said.

The hostages in the tunnel were very concerned about the police sending people in to negotiate.

The nearly twenty hours of detention made them nervous, always thinking about the police rushing in to rescue them. Finally, a negotiator finally came in and wondered if they could get the gangsters to release some hostages.

As a result, the police officers who came to negotiate were so tough and unreasonable that the hostages were left in tears.

"Old Huang, lower your body. This person is not the negotiator. He is Lei Weidong from West Kowloon." Brother Zhao is an old man from Wan Chai. Lei Weidong met him several times when he was the deputy director of Wan Chai.

Knowing that Lei Weidong was powerful, he reminded Lao Huang and others to lower their bodies, as there might be a hail of bullets soon.

People want face and trees want bark. When they heard that Lei Weidong had come in, Lao Huang and others were very happy. Especially Lao Huang, who wanted to avenge his son, was even more excited.

Touching the watch given by his son on his wrist, Lao Huang couldn't help but shed tears.
Chapter completed!