For ordinary citizens of Hong Kong Island, all they cared about was how safe the city they lived in was.
If Hong Kong Island came under a nuclear threat, yet the Hong Kong Government's response procedures were no different from merely going through the motions,
then the leading figures in its various departments would undoubtedly cut themselves off from their public support.
Even if it was all an elaborate performance, they still had to demonstrate that the Hong Kong Government took it seriously.
They had to let ordinary people see the efforts the Hong Kong Government had made.
At a time like this, Lok Ming-wah's presence was essential.
After all, Zhou Quan was only a leader of the Police Force and could not command members of the other Disciplined Services as freely as his own.
As the official in charge of the Security Bureau, however, Lok Ming-wah was fully capable of working with Zhou Quan on all the necessary arrangements.
"Sergeant Lok, relax. The Police Force is capable of handling any crisis within Hong Kong Island."
Though Zhou Quan was also sitting upright, a faint smile could not help appearing on his lips.
"Our job now is simply to put on a show."
"As for the actual operations, the officers under us are more than capable of handling them."
Compared with Lok Ming-wah, Zhou Quan looked considerably more relaxed.
He knew perfectly well that DC-8 posed no threat, and he had already begun making the corresponding arrangements long ago.
If the Red Thief organization still managed to stir up trouble within Hong Kong Island, then he, Sir Kwan, ought to step aside for someone more capable.
This attitude did not mean that Zhou Quan had failed to take Song An's secret plan seriously.
Quite the opposite: he attached more importance