As the van sped down Argyle Street, Zhou Quan delivered the briefing for that night's operation.
"According to reliable intelligence, Ji Bingxiong will take a boat from the East Tsim Sha Tsui pier to Macau at eleven tonight."
"We don't have an exact head count yet."
"But judging by the case bulletin issued by Tai Kwun, five members of Ji Bingxiong's criminal gang should have been involved in the gold shop robberies in Central and Causeway Bay."
"What we can confirm is that each of them has at least one high-powered handgun."
"Whether they have any long guns is still unclear."
"But we'll prepare for the worst and assume they're all equipped with assault rifles."
"So, to be safe, tonight's operation will still focus on inflicting casualties on the enemy."
"Other than the ringleader, Ji Bingxiong, it doesn't matter whether the other criminals live or die."
"Now, check your equipment!"
Whether Ji Bingxiong was fleeing Hong Kong Island alone or gathering with the other criminals,
Zhou Quan still couldn't be certain, nor did he care.
For Zhou Quan, confirming the whereabouts of the key figure, Ji Bingxiong, was enough.
Now that he had come out in person, unless Ji Bingxiong and every one of his accomplices were John Rambo,
these criminals were destined to be like Sun Monkey, unable to escape the mountain formed by the fingers of Zhou Quan, their Buddha.
Once they understood the objectives of that night's operation, everyone in the van remained perfectly calm.
Apart from Gao Qiu, the others had followed Zhou Quan through countless bloody storms.
To be honest, compared with those major drug lords and arms dealers, Ji Bingxiong was really just a minor figure.
But the man was like a festering sore that clung to the bone, causing serious incidents on Hong