The Flying Tigers were stationed at the Mobile Unit training base in Fanling, at least a forty-minute drive from King's Park Hill.
Yet exactly fifteen minutes after Wong Bing Yiu hung up, six helicopters arrived at the landing site.
It was easy to imagine how extensive a network of connections Wong Bing Yiu had tapped behind the scenes to support Zhou Quan.
Most importantly, the three SDU teams Wong Bing Yiu had mobilized belonged to different departments of the Flying Tigers.
As a result, their commanders held ranks no higher than senior inspector.
If a complete SDU company had come to support them, its commanding officer would undoubtedly have been a chief inspector.
In that case, under Police Force regulations, Zhou Quan would not have been qualified to serve as overall commander of the operation.
His nephew had painstakingly prepared a feast. Naturally, Wong Bing Yiu could not let outsiders steal the spotlight, much less carry off the entire meal, pots and all.
The current arrangement was just right: they had everything the operation required, without compromising Zhou Quan's primary command authority.
Through the one-way vehicle window, Zhou Quan watched a helicopter descend to roughly two meters above the ground.
"Ah Sing, board the helicopter!"
At Zhou Quan's command, Chow Sing Sing darted nimbly out of the convoy and leaped straight into the helicopter carrying his team.
The helicopter then climbed and joined the other five Flying Tigers helicopters, hovering in midair.
"0145. The operational briefing begins now!"
Holding the microphone in his right hand and raising his left wrist with its large gold Rolex, Zhou Quan said solemnly, "According to reliable intelligence, a group of terrorists has secretly infiltrated Hong Kong Island and is currently hiding in Zhonggang Warehouse No. 7."
"Twelve individuals, each equipped with a Beretta."
"In