Conflict
The helicopter's loudspeaker in the sky had stopped wailing, but the tension on the ground was ready to erupt.
Zhou Hua kept his gun pressed firmly against the corporate police officer he had taken hostage. Even with countless horrifying laser targeting dots covering him and who knew how many guns aimed his way, he didn't flinch.
Silence fell over the scene.
"Zhou Hua, who are they? Government officials?"
Shi Boxue cautiously edged up beside the Pavilion Master of Three Rivers Pavilion, uncertain whether he should reveal his Chinese identity.
If all else failed, they could take the official route and kick the problem upstairs. If the sky fell, Big Shot would be there to hold it up.
But that was their last Killer Move. They should avoid using it if possible.
Although it could get them out of an immediate jam, it came with serious consequences. As the person in charge, Shi Boxue would probably be stuck on the sidelines for the rest of his life once he returned home. That was the price.
The moment Shi Boxue came over to Zhou Hua to back him up, several more laser dots appeared on his body.
"Three Rivers Pavilion's land was bought from Yasel Mining Company. These people aren't government police, just private security guards with a little authority to help maintain public order. Hmph! They're waving a chicken feather like it's a royal decree. Nothing to be afraid of!"
Zhou Hua held down the big man, never taking the muzzle off his head. Disarmed, the corporate police officer didn't dare move a muscle.
People in the West valued their lives highly. If they had a chance, they wouldn't fight to the death; they even considered surrender honorable.
Canada's public security forces were completely different from China's. They had separate