Five helicopters slowly landed. Dressed in the Police Force's special operations uniform, Zhou Quan walked toward the scene of the firefight at an unhurried pace.
Chow Sing Sing, He Wenzhan, Ling Jing, and the other officers followed close behind their boss.
Takizawa Ryūichi, who had just been deluding himself that he could negotiate terms with the Police Force, was now pinned to the ground by Flying Tigers assault officers.
Since Zhou Quan had shot through both of the Japanese man's arms with a sniper rifle, none of the officers had put him in restraints.
Not only that, Pang Yik-hang and Chan Chi-kit were even giving him battlefield first aid.
Takizawa Ryūichi's injuries might not have been immediately fatal, but without prompt treatment, he could still bleed to death.
Their boss had ordered them to take him alive, so the officers at the scene naturally would not let this Japanese man die so easily.
"You bastard. Who do you think you are, threatening the lives of over six million people on Hong Kong Island?"
Sweeping a contemptuous glance over Takizawa Ryūichi, Zhou Quan raised his foot and planted it directly on his head.
Takizawa Ryūichi's face had already been as white as paper from blood loss and the agonizing pain in both arms, yet a flush now appeared on it.
"You... you're the commander of this operation?"
Takizawa Ryūichi strained to widen his eyes and stared fixedly at Zhou Quan, his gaze filled with unwillingness to accept it.
He was not deaf. How could he fail to hear that Zhou Quan's voice was not the voice that had come through the riot van's loudspeaker earlier?
"You're Zhou Quan from the Security Department? You fired those two shots!"
Takizawa Ryūichi's voice went from questioning at first to a certainty filled with frustration