Chapter 48

When Ferren said this, Li Feng was a bit skeptical, but he also sensed that Ferren was not showing his true strength from his words. At this moment, Ji Mozhi came in to report, "Sir Li, the team is ready."

Subsequently, a series of indoor assault drills began, which lasted the entire morning. As for the gun spinning technique Ferren taught, the Flying Tigers didn't have a chance to practice it, and Li Feng and Ferren didn't want anyone to take the risk before their arm strength matured.

Before lunch, under Li Feng's leadership and supervision, the Flying Tigers used rapid recovery methods, then gobbled down their food in the dining hall, scaring the other colleagues from Team B.

In the afternoon, there should have been practical classes and free time, but when the mission alarm sounded, everyone became restless.

Ferren asked Li Feng to join the mission. Li Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "Alright! But you can only stay by my side."

Then, he pulled out two Glock 17s from his waist, and Ferren waved them in front of Li Feng, saying, "Since you agreed to let me join the mission, you should at least give me some extra bullets and a balaclava."

Li Feng was speechless, realizing that Ferren hadn't returned the two guns used for the morning demonstration to the team members. He quickly pulled Ferren to the armory, where two team members who were borrowing guns were also present. They quickly explained the situation to the custodian. After signing a temporary gun loan agreement, Ferren finally obtained the official use of the Glock 17s for half a day. He then received two full magazines, totaling 34 rounds.

"Sir Li, your armory is really stingy, only one magazine per gun. Why not give more?" Ferren complained, "If we really encounter heavy fire, my bullets won't be enough!"

Li Feng, who was directing the team to board the vehicles, replied with a cool smile, "Even if we do encounter heavy fire, my men will charge first, not you."

Ferren was taken aback and nodded vigorously, "That's true!"

A few minutes later, several special vehicles carrying Team A members drove out of the SDU headquarters.

In the command vehicle, Ferren asked Li Feng, "What's the case?"

"It's a series of robberies, happening near Nathan Road. The robbers are holding hostages, and the situation is quite dire!" Li Feng briefly described the case.

"There are many banks near Nathan Road. Given the severity of the case, your Chief Superintendent Cheng Yaohuang will likely be on the scene," Ferren said, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Li Feng was somewhat annoyed by Ferren's tone and mildly rebuked him, "Nonsense! Chief Superintendent was in a meeting at headquarters and is now on his way. He will meet us in Mong Kok."

Ferren half-closed his eyes and glanced at Li Feng, "Then when you two are in command, I'll just observe."

Li Feng, caught off guard by Ferren's stare, subconsciously nodded. After nodding, he realized that such an order shouldn't come from Ferren, at least not in front of a senior inspector. He was about to rebuke Ferren again, but the sharp look in Ferren's half-closed eyes made him hold back.

At this moment, Li Feng finally confirmed that Ferren was not showing his true strength and felt a bit wary of him. Perhaps this young probationary inspector was not as easy to deal with as he seemed.

Upon arriving at the scene, which was the entrance of the bank where the robbers were holding hostages, Ferren heard a colleague shout the same cliché line from TV and movies: "Robbers inside, you are surrounded..."

This was a typical way to inform the robbers, who, knowing they were surrounded, would naturally tie the hostages' safety to their own lives. Wasn't this just making the case more difficult?

However, as a probationary inspector, Ferren couldn't easily comment on this and pretended not to hear.

Li Feng got out of the car and quickly found Chief Superintendent Cheng Yaohuang, gathering a group of Flying Tigers around the temporary command vehicle to discuss the case and assign tasks.

Ferren just came to observe and didn't want to get involved, so he kept his distance, both to avoid suspicion and to gather more detailed information from other colleagues.

In a short while, Ferren heard several versions of the robbery from nearby colleagues. After cross-referencing them, he found that at least one of the versions was fabricated. However, one clue seemed genuine: the robbers had already robbed three banks, and this was the fourth.

Ferren was puzzled. If the robbers had successfully robbed three nearby banks, with the loot filling at least two suitcases, why did they need to rob a fourth? Even if it was part of their plan, couldn't they change it after getting enough money? If the plan was well-thought-out, robbing three or four banks shouldn't make much difference in terms of difficulty. Even if something went wrong, sacrificing one or two accomplices to escape would be acceptable. So why were they cornered in the bank?

With these questions in mind, Ferren stood opposite the bank's entrance and carefully observed with a telescope. Soon, he noticed something.

Ferren approached Chief Superintendent Cheng Yaohuang and Li Feng, lowering his voice, "Chief Superintendent Cheng, Sir Li, please delay the Flying Tigers' assault."

Cheng Yaohuang looked at Ferren with suspicion and distrust, "Who are you?"

Li Feng quickly replied, "Chief Superintendent, this is Probationary Inspector Ferren from the Hong Kong Island Serious Crime Unit." Seeing that Cheng Yaohuang was still not impressed, he leaned in and whispered, "The one who faced nine men alone on Kwong King Street!"

"Oh, it's you!" Cheng Yaohuang's expression softened, and he extended his hand.

Ferren shook his hand briefly and got straight to the point, "Sirs, please carefully observe the two robber bodies lying inside the bank's entrance and the spider web pattern on the left glass door."

Ferren's reputation was well-known, and Cheng Yaohuang and Li Feng did not dare to take his advice lightly. They each picked up a telescope and looked at the spots he indicated.

At first, Cheng Yaohuang was not too concerned, "The bank's glass door is bulletproof. It's not surprising that it developed a spider web pattern when hit by bullets but didn't shatter."

"Chief Superintendent, look closely at the top of the left glass door!" Ferren reminded him.

"Is this... a sniper rifle's bullet hole?!!" Cheng Yaohuang was shocked.

Li Feng also noticed the issue, "And it's not just any sniper rifle. The bullet hole has only a few spider web patterns around it, while the rest extend from other areas."

"Exactly. Judging by the size of the bullet hole and the damage to this type of bulletproof glass..." Ferren continued, "I estimate it was caused by a modified Remington 700-40X sniper rifle. The 40X must be specially ordered from Remington. Do the bank robbers have such professional equipment?"

This analysis made Cheng Yaohuang and Li Feng change their expressions. The Remington 700 sniper rifle was only equipped by the SDU and ASU in Hong Kong, but they did not have the specially ordered model. This meant that the bullet holes on the glass door were made by someone outside the police force, and they were formed during the gunfight when the colleagues arrived and cornered the robbers in the bank. Otherwise, the bank staff would have reported the bullet holes when they opened the bank in the morning.

"There's one more thing I must mention. Judging by the positions and blood loss of the two robbers at the entrance, they were likely sniped," Ferren explained. "In other words, during the gunfight to corner the robbers, someone outside the bank fired and killed two of them. In the chaos, no one noticed, and they assumed the robbers were killed by stray bullets."

This theory made sense, and Cheng Yaohuang and Li Feng looked at each other, concerned. With the mission about to start, the sudden appearance of an unknown sniper, whether friend or foe, could easily lead to mistakes.

Li Feng immediately notified the sniper teams on the rooftop to be on the lookout for suspicious individuals, but they reported no abnormalities.

This left Cheng Yaohuang and Li Feng in a difficult position. Ferren's analysis was logical and evidence-based. Without finding the unknown sniper, the mission could be constrained, and there was a risk of major problems.

Ferren saw their hesitation and was about to speak when his eyes were suddenly caught by the sun's reflection from a window on the upper floors of the opposite bank.

The street where the temporary command vehicle was located was in the shade in the afternoon, so even if someone was sniping from a building or rooftop on this side of the street, their scope would not reflect the sun. However, Ferren's sharp vision detected that the reflection was not strong enough to be a direct reflection, but rather a secondary reflection, with an area no larger than four or five thumbnails. He was about 70% sure that the hidden sniper was disassembling his gun and preparing to leave.

With this in mind, Ferren smiled slyly, "Chief Superintendent, the time for the Flying Tigers to enter the bank is ripe." Without explaining, he jumped off the command vehicle and ran in the direction of the reflection.

"Alan, where are you going?"

Ferren didn't turn back or answer Li Feng's question, just waved his hand and disappeared.

In the narrow alley between Po Hing Fong Street and Nathan Road, Ferren was walking quickly, looking around. Finally, he found the person he was looking for: a foreigner in a windbreaker, carrying a violin case, and wearing sunglasses.

The entire alley contained only Ferren and this foreigner, who had dyed his hair a deep brown. Ferren stopped ten meters away from the foreigner, glanced at the tiger's mouth of his hands, and sneered, "Thank you for helping the police eliminate two robbers, but I'm curious, who are you here to kill in Hong Kong?"

Faced with Ferren's menacing gaze, the foreigner could not avoid the confrontation and dared not pretend not to understand Chinese. He could only shrug, "Sir, I don't understand what you're saying."

"You should understand!" Ferren's eyes widened, and a murderous intent escaped from his dark pupils, locking onto the foreigner without hesitation in the quiet, deserted alley.

"Who are you?!" The foreigner shivered, involuntarily asking a weak question.

"Me? I already said, you helped the police, and you should be given a Good Citizen Award!" Ferren's face was smiling, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish.

It must be said that even a tiger can let a butterfly play on its body. For those who posed no threat, Ferren always kept a low profile and was approachable. However, the foreigner, who appeared weak but was actually quite strong, had already been marked for elimination by Ferren from the first glance. Therefore, he did not need to hide his killing aura.

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