Faced with more than twenty guns, how could Antelope possibly dare to ignore the Hong Kong Island Police Force's warning?
He put down the improvised single-shot rifle he was assembling and slowly raised both hands above his head.
"Wing, get him out!"
Seeing this, Chow Sing Sing returned his service pistol to his Quick-Draw Holster and gave a cold laugh as he ordered his men to act.
Holding his MP5 submachine gun in one hand, Yeung Kam Wing pulled the car door open with the other and forcibly dragged Antelope out of the dark grey Mazda.
The commander of this elite T Group unit was none other than Yeung Kam Wing, the young officer Zhou Quan held in high regard.
Yeung Kam Wing wore gold-rimmed, frameless glasses all day and looked refined and scholarly.
But he had served in the Police Force's Security Department for more than three years and had naturally absorbed its efficient, capable operational style.
Antelope stumbled and fell straight to the ground.
The other officers around him immediately got to work, twisting his arms behind his back and handcuffing him.
He was a Japanese man with a two-pronged goatee, and his overall appearance was thoroughly sleazy.
"Let's head back!"
Without giving Antelope another glance, Chow Sing Sing turned and returned to Car Five, which he had arrived in, intending to deal with the killer once they were back at Tai Kwun.
Just as the Security Department's Stealth Armoured Vehicles were preparing to withdraw, three figures ran out of the Floral Language Flower Shop across the street.
There were two women and one man, including Ms. Wong Mui-gwai, who was an assassination target alongside He Wenzhan.
The three hurried toward the Security Department's convoy, heading straight for Car Five, where Chow Sing Sing was seated.
"Sir, ladies,