The Police Force's weapons were insufficient to launch an attack from beyond the blast radius of those two truckloads of C4 plastic explosives.
The firearms issued to the Flying Tigers' snipers could fire from a safe distance.
However, the abandoned factory's main structure prevented the Police Force from effectively inflicting casualties on Hung Jipang and the other terrorists.
But now that tactical support from their military counterparts had arrived, all those problems would naturally be resolved.
Zhou Quan shifted his gaze slightly toward the military contingent's third-ranking officer beside him.
Before he could speak, Staff Officer Chan had already understood his intention.
"Company Commander Li, brief Commissioner Zhou and our brothers in the Police Force on your equipment."
The brilliant smile on Staff Officer Chan's face had given way to a stern, resolute expression.
Staff Officer Chan was well versed in social niceties.
Calling him Sir Kwan earlier had been his way of adapting to local customs and following Hong Kong Island's traditions.
Calling him Commissioner Zhou now followed the custom back home-after all, one left the "deputy" out when addressing a deputy official!
In truth, however, the expression he wore now was his normal demeanor.
As the military contingent's second-ranking officer, his responsibility was to oversee operational training.
How could a powerful figure with such real authority possibly be a mere people pleaser?
"Are you confident you can resolve this incident?"
The tone of his final question fully demonstrated his uncompromising style.
Operation Sharp Sword would be the Central Barracks' first involvement in actual combat on Hong Kong Island. They had to ensure that nothing went wrong.
"Send us into the first battle! Send us, and victory is assured!"
Veins bulged in Company Commander Li's neck as he declared his firm conviction with a battle slogan from back home.