Chapter 1291: Hard

Nizha returned to the office, first gathered his men, and then called several confidants to have them quietly prepare their equipment.

Nizha took out his spare phone and, following the "New Talent" category in his address book, sent a group text: 【Something is up today. If you are willing to participate, I will be in the office before 10 PM.】

After reading it carefully twice, Nizha sent the message out.

The new talent column was full of young people who had actively leaned toward him in recent years. On weekdays, Nizha couldn't use them. There were so many positions and so many projects, and the direct subordinates had already been divided up long ago.

Even if he took a fancy to a young man, he couldn't promote him suddenly. Otherwise, the subordinates themselves would squeeze him out. Of course, this was the police world model in Malaysia.

However, this time was different. This time, they were really going to fight for their lives.

Nuiman had many years of military experience and was tall and strong. He was strong enough to restrain an adult male, make him fall from a height to "commit suicide," and even break his ribs.

He was also armed. It was unknown whether he had accomplices and preparations around him, but he at least had one accomplice who was certain. And the order Nizha received was to catch him alive...

This was basically asking them to risk their lives.

Even if there were bulletproof vests and helmets in the warehouse, those who had been on the battlefield knew how dangerous it was when a chaotic gunfight broke out, especially in indoor gunfights. Bullets hitting concrete, whether they bounced back directly or shattered and cracked, were equally deadly and untraceable.

If Nuiman only had a pistol and ordinary pistol ammunition, that would be fine. But he was the driver of a boss of another faction, and now it seemed he was also a killer.

Therefore, as long as Nuiman wanted to, he could definitely get armor-piercing bullets.. 38 and even. 45 caliber high-power pistols were not a problem. What was even more terrifying was submachine guns, especially high-power submachine guns that could break through soft bulletproof vests. Theoretically, whether it was an MP7 or a Scorpion, Nuiman could possibly get them.

Once there were such weapons, bulletproof vests without ceramic plates would become toys. This meant that even if Nizha wore a Level III or even Level IV bulletproof vest, his shoulders, neck, thighs, etc., still depended on fate.

Facing such an enemy, the correct approach should be to use cannons, or at least sniper rifles to shoot them, and the lowest choice is to shoot them to death in a chaotic gunfight.

And the scene in the movie where small pistols shoot against assault rifles simply couldn't exist in reality. These two weapons had a generation gap.

It just so happened that they had to leave Nuiman alive.

Nizha thought about it and felt terrified. He had risked his life when he was young, but now, he couldn't risk it anymore, and he couldn't bear to risk it.

Thinking about it, his direct subordinates were about the same.

Nizha could only think of using the lives of young people to do things.

As for calling the SWAT team or special forces, the Bureau Chief didn't say, which naturally didn't mean he didn't think of it. It was just inappropriate.

No one knew what kind of connections Paikamai had, just like Hasan. It wouldn't be strange for such a person to have any connections. You couldn't even tell if there would be young people who, for the sake of a bright future, would actively approach Paikamai and, at the risk of heaven, report such a piece of news to him.

Ding.

Nizha's phone rang. He quickly turned it over to look. It was a reply from a "New Talent": 【Received. I'm leaving now and can arrive within an hour.】

Nizha couldn't help but smile, calculating in his heart that just because he replied first, he would have to give him a big reward after the event.

At the very least, give him a police sergeant or senior police sergeant. If the Bureau Chief was willing to loosen his mouth.

Ding.

Ding...

Nizha's phone started ringing frequently.

He was also instantly relieved. As long as young people were still willing to trade their lives for a future, it would be fine. What he feared was that young people would start to cherish their lives, and then he would really have to go into battle himself!

2 AM.

Bureau Chief Kumar, along with Jiang Yuan and others, sat in the conference room with doors and windows closed, watching the images transmitted from the front line together.

Most of the people in the room didn't know what the mission target was, and their phones had been confiscated. However, they were all police officers. As long as they saw Jiang Yuan and others, they could guess that it was related to Hasan's case. So, everyone raised their hearts.

For police officers, what they feared most was this kind of case related to politics. Of course, this refers to Malaysian police.

On the 100-inch LCD screen, the scene images soon appeared. First was Nizha's face, and then the camera was worn on the head by a leading police officer.

"Let's go." After Nizha saluted and asked, he waved his hand to order.

The Bureau Chief, who was dozens of kilometers away, also put away the phone at the right time, and his face became serious and solemn.

Although they often performed various missions, true dangerous missions that police directly participated in were actually not many. Most police officers might not have the opportunity to actively participate in such missions in ten years of practice. Instead, forced danger or accidental accidents were more common.

On the screen, several small screens appeared at the same time, which were the cameras worn on the heads of the team leaders of several groups.

"Just follow the first team. Lock onto the first team." The Bureau Chief didn't intend to supervise the action. He called so many people to watch Nizha's action together just to pave the way for him and his subsequent promotion.

Of course, if the action was very unsmooth or there was a huge deviation, that was a later story.

"Didn't you call the SWAT team?" Someone saw that the criminal police in front were all holding guns, and naturally understood that it was a dangerous action.

The Bureau Chief shook his head slightly, then looked at the crowd and said: "Secret action. Everyone present is also someone I trust."

The Malaysians present were instantly shocked.

Jiang Yuan just tightened his face, and many of the remaining people had no translation, just a blank face.

However, everyone could actually guess the content of their conversation.

The Bureau Chief turned his head and focused on the screen.

The shaking images looked very low quality. Faces might not be recognized from a few meters away, and the sound was mostly noise, all the rustling of clothes while walking.

No one spoke.

No one spoke at the scene, and no one spoke in the conference room peeking at the screen.

What pressed down in the silence was not any golden rule, but pure human life.

Including Jiang Yuan, anyone who knew a little about indoor combat knew that every police officer with a shield in the front row, although armed to the teeth, was still risking their lives to explore the way.

Poof...

A light sound was exceptionally clear in the night.

Before anyone could react, a group of red light shrouded the inside and outside of the screen.

Boom...

The muffled explosion shook out a piece of chaos.

"What's going on? First team, first team?" Nizha, who was still maintaining silence earlier, went crazy instantly.

In the conference room, the Bureau Chief and others stood up at once.

"It's a booby trap." Someone said softly, and the shock brought was no less than the moment of the explosion.

Even Nizha, although he had long been prepared to fight a hard battle, to be honest, he didn't expect it to be this hard!

?? Pushing a wave of Black Mountain Old Ghost's new book "God Investigation Report". Comrade Old Ghost is a model writer. In my impression, during the process of my writing this book, Old Ghost should have written three or four books. Envy.

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