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The power of the superior does not come from official position or title, but from the support and support of those below.

Without the support of the people below, even ancient emperors, it would be difficult for them to leave the palace.

Luo Bingwen finally felt this.

Facing the four people headed by Han Sen, he looked as ugly as possible. He pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window and said in a stern voice: "Look at the troublemaking men in black outside. They are smashing and destroying public facilities and setting police cars on fire. When they attack police officers and harm innocent people, they are no longer citizens, they are thugs!"

The four of them were unmoved.

"Okay, very good. I will personally give orders and direct." Luo Bingwen tried his best to control his emotions and pushed Han Sen away.

Han Sen looked coldly at Luo Bingwen who was walking in front of him.

The expressions of the other three people changed and they stopped talking.

The Tao is different, and it is useless to say more.

Luo Bingwen walked a few steps, then turned to look at the four of them and said, "Maybe you don't care about the punishment from the top, but there is really chaos in Xiangjiang and it harms Mr. Chen's interests. I believe you know very well what you will face."

"In Xiangjiang, from the upper class to the lower class, there are too many people who support those outside seeking an explanation. Is it possible for Mr. Chen to kill all of them?"

Han Sen responded to Luo Bingwen coldly and confidently.

D.

Who is Mr. Chen?

"How this storm will end in the end, you and I will wait and see. Don't regret it when the time comes." Luo Bingwen put down these words and left angrily.

Han Sen curled his lips, disapproving.

"Sir Han, that Young Master Chen..."

"Don't worry, as I just said, this storm involves many people from top to bottom. What can Mr. Chen do?"

Han Sen turned to look at his worried subordinate.

On the other side, while Luo Bingwen hurried downstairs, he called his closest confidants to mobilize manpower.

In front of the police headquarters building, a surging crowd hit a thin line of defense formed by a row of barricades. Behind the barricades, two hundred members of the riot squad held up shields to resist.

Eggs, rocks, and wine bottles kept flying toward the precarious array of riot squads.

The commander of the riot squad was extremely worried. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the surging crowd would break through the defense line and rush into the headquarters building.

But he did not receive the order and did not dare to use tear gas or rubber bullets. He could only passively hold on.

In the crowd, more than a dozen young people put on V for Vendetta masks, squeezed forward with a freshly made Molotov cocktail in one hand and a lighter in the other.

More than ten meters away from the police line, these masked youths lit Molotov cocktails and threw them as hard as they could.

Molotov cocktails fell into the riot squad camp one after another.

Balls of flames rose.

The riot squad was in disarray.

Anti-riot team members are also human beings and will subconsciously avoid danger.

boom!

Although a member of the riot squad blocked a Molotov cocktail with his shield, the exploding Molotov cocktail exploded.

The flames engulfed half of the team member's body.

The team member threw himself down and rolled on the spot, trying to put out the flames.

"Use a fire extinguisher to put out the fire!"

the riot squad commander roared.

Several police officers hurriedly brought dry powder fire extinguishers to put out the fire of the riot control team members who were on fire.

The men in black who stormed the police line saw the riot squad in chaos, shouting and cheering excitedly, completely regarding the people who had been protecting them for many years as their enemies.

The commander of the riot squad watched helplessly as his own people were constantly being injured and the defense line was on the verge of collapse. His eyes were splitting, but he was helpless.

The situation had deteriorated to this point, and he still did not dare to order the firing of tear gas or rubber bullets, nor did he have the heart to order it.

"Please, don't throw it away!"

The commander rushed to the front of the defense line, begging at the top of his lungs.

The next second the defense collapsed and the crowd surged wildly.

The commander of the riot squad was overwhelmed by the crowd. No one he wanted to hurt cared about his life or death.

Two hundred anti-riot team members retreated in confusion. Anyone who fell behind or fell was besieged and trampled without restraint.

Thousands of men in black rushed to disperse the riot squad and rushed into the police headquarters building. Luo Bingwen led more than 20 people and rushed out from the main entrance of the building.

"shooting!"

Luo Bingwen roared.

More than 20 people faced the crowd, raised their guns and fired.

The dense rubber bullets hit more than a dozen people who rushed over, and tear gas canisters fell into the crowd one after another.

The acrid smoke filled the air.

The one or two hundred people at the front began to cough and scream.

"Don't be stunned, drive them back!"

Luo Bingwen ordered the members of the riot squad who were at a loss.

More than a hundred members of the riot squad came to their senses and fought back with batons.

The man in black, who had been hit repeatedly, retreated in panic, like a piece of loose sand.

Under the command of Luo Bingwen, the police regained the defense line.

However, dozens of police officers have been beaten and injured. The riot squad member who was half-engulfed by flames was even more unrecognizable and unconscious.

"Sir Chen!"

"Sir Chen!"

Several riot squad members called anxiously to the riot squad commander who was lying motionless on the ground.

Luo Bingwen came over and squatted down.

The commander of the anti-riot team opened his eyes, saw Luo Bingwen, and spoke with difficulty: "Sir, why do the people we protect do this to us?"

Luo Bingwen was speechless.

The riot squad commander seemed to have exhausted all his strength, tilted his head and slowly closed his eyes.

Luo Bingwen hurriedly felt the pulse of the commander's wrist.

Pulse stopped.

Unknown how many men in black had stepped on the riot squad commander, causing serious injuries to his internal organs.

Luo Bingwen punched in grief and anger, and his fist hit the ground. His skin and flesh were torn open, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Garrison base.

Outside the cordon, thousands of men and women were furious and shouted over and over again, "Hand over the murderer and get out of Hong Kong!"

Most of them are students.

These young men and women who have not yet stepped out of the ivory tower believe that they understand all truths and can see through all illusions, and they gather here to defend justice.

"Please calm down, everyone, it is impossible for our people to go out and mess around in military uniforms!" a major in the garrison shouted, triggering a round of boos.

The men and women who besieged the garrison base only believed in their own judgment.

The major was speechless.

Nearly a thousand people also gathered outside the Blackstone headquarters.

Facing the hundreds of black stone iron guards blocking the door of the building, these people hesitated to move forward.

Hundreds of black stone iron guards stood there, each holding a swinging stick made of fine steel, staring at the dark crowd with expressionless faces.

"Come on!"

One person in the crowd spoke up to encourage others.

Nearly a thousand people became restless and then swarmed towards more than a hundred Blackstone Iron Guards.

Similar scenes were staged in more than a dozen places in the city, with many innocent people beaten, bleeding, and even losing their lives.

under night.

The chip industrial park far away from the city is still quiet.

This tranquility did not last long. Buses came one after another, and the long convoy seemed to have no end.

The loud sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.

The first bus crashed into the entrance of the park, blocked the entrance, and broke into the park.

However, the bus broke into the park and stopped only a hundred meters away. The road ahead was covered with roadblocks and the car could not pass.

In the end, more than fifty buses were parked outside the park.

Two to three thousand men in black got off the bus.

They were menacing, armed with sticks, machetes, and even crossbows.

Obviously, these are real thugs, including many agents of the M State Intelligence Agency.