14 The surging anger of the maiden

The New York Times Building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The originally bustling and noisy building was only quiet at this time, and after a burst of gunfire outside, it slowly declined, and now it is completely quiet.

Outside, there was a loud shout from the New York police, full of strong voices of persuasion, but the hostages trapped on the third floor did not have the slightest sense of security and relaxation.

Because what they can see in front of their eyes is the muzzle of a black hole aimed at the side of them.

The building is located in the heart of Times Square, where the riots first began, and there are still many staff members who have not left at the end of the day.

And at that time, about five masked gangsters rushed into the building and took control of the entire Times building in a short period of time with very cruel and terrifying means.

Of course, there were still many people who escaped at the beginning, but the dozens of people who didn't have time to escape were all gathered on the third floor.

When Su Susu walked to the large conference room on the third floor, there were already many people gathered inside.

She came up from downstairs, and saw many victims along the way, all of whom were obviously killed in the process of fleeing, all of them were shot several times, and a large amount of blood spilled all around, without the slightest chance of life.

I also saw several uniformed security personnel, who looked like there was a fierce exchange of fire, but they were still blurred by the bomb, and only half of their bodies were scattered on the ground, and their mutilated internal organs were all dripping all over the ground.

Seeing this tragic scene, a feeling of nausea hit Su Susu's heart, her whole heart was trembling, and her calves and stomach were shaking.

'This group of people is just... Exterminate humanity...'

Su Susu understood that this group of people were real outlaws, and they didn't take human life seriously at all.

If it weren't for the fact that this group of people were ready to escape by relying on hostages, I am afraid that none of the people they encountered would survive, but what happened after that is uncertain, and if they are not killed immediately, it does not mean that they will be fine in the future.

She, a girl who has lived a stable life since she was a child, even in high school and college in the United States, is still smooth.

It never occurred to me that the darkest sins of mankind could reach this point.

The large conference room has a large space and can accommodate about 100 people. At this time, a group of people inside were squatting on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, looking very helpless and frightened, and when they saw more gangsters with guns coming in, their eyes showed some despair.

The people in this group are basically the staff of the Times Building, either reporters, anchors or editors, and people of all colors. There were men and women, young and old, all squatting on the ground at this time, not saying a word, just trembling incessantly.

It's not that they're calm to this point, it's that the people who were noisy and even ready to negotiate have been killed and thrown out.

There was also a large amount of blood on the floor that could not be concealed.

Under the brutal high-pressure methods, those who disobeyed or tried to escape in vain have been killed, and the remaining hostages can only silently obey orders in order to save their lives.

Most of the people here can be said to be the arrogant and successful elite, but in the face of terrible death, no one will be treated differently.

"You, squat. ā€

Mike pointed his gun at Su Susu and ordered her to crouch in the empty space.

Su Susu didn't say a word, raised her hands high, just nodded silently, and then slowly squatted over there, holding her head in her hands like everyone else.

Now she no longer has the style of a celebrity, she is embarrassed like a lost dog, but under the muzzle surrounded by guns at this moment, she is helpless.

"Jason, how's the escape route?

Mike glanced at the so-called elite hostages, then looked at the black guy who was operating the computer, and asked.

Jason was an elite hacker in their gang, and if he hadn't attacked the entire building's security system in advance, they might not have been able to wreak havoc in it so easily.

The black guy was about in his early twenties, with curly hair in a shawl, a mess, his fingers were tapping quickly on the keyboard at this time, and when he heard Mike's question, he just grinned, revealing his big white teeth: "Boss, I just hacked into the security system of this building, and now I have called the satellite authority of the Times Company, and I am interfering with the surveillance system of this area, and all the shortcuts have been formulated." As long as the New York police and the home army retreat within a kilometer as we intended, we could easily escape Manhattan and head to Newark Harbor to board a ship to South Asia. ā€

"Is Newark a little too far away, is there going to be a police ambush?"

Mike nodded thoughtfully, then looked back at Jason.

"I was in New York Harbor, Elizabeth Harbor and Newark Harbor, and arranged for small ships to pick up. Boss, you see...", the black man's Jason, called Mike over to look at the computer: "We are out of Manhattan, we can take the waterway from this side first, and then slip into a truck transporting garbage, I have retrieved the information, this car garbage will pass through this intersection every day at 19:28:32, and the driver is just a fat middle-aged man, which is easy to solve." When we get here, we'll be..."

Mike watched as Jason laid out the full plan, nodding his head as he carefully looked at the map above.

Backbite... Backbite... Backbite...!

While the two of them were talking, the three laptops placed on the side suddenly sounded alarms, and the warning lights in the large conference room also began to flash red and white.

Hassan and several white-robed men standing by the door, after hearing such an alarm, their eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and they glanced around vigilantly.

Mike's eyes also became like a falcon, he glanced at the computer on the table, and asked in a deep voice, "Jason, what happened?"

"Somebody broke in and smashed the cameras of the pathway, as well as the button to close the passage of several passages. ā€

Jason's expression was a little embarrassed, and he immediately clicked on the monitoring interface of the security system.

Looking at a large number of intact surveillance screens, there are still four or five small interfaces that have been hacked.

"Did the New York police rush in?"

Mike's face became extremely ugly, and he instantly grabbed some of the hostages' rifles.

"I don't know, but if it's a large number of police, it's impossible to come in from just one intersection, and except for a few blackened surveillance footage, there is no trace of anyone anywhere else, so it means that there are only a few people who break in. ā€

Jason shook his head, his hands like shadows, tapping quickly on the keyboard.

"Damn, they don't want the lives of these elites?!Jason, can you bring up the footage before the camera was destroyed?!"

Mike cursed under his breath, then commanded.

"Yes. ā€

Jason nodded vigorously.

Then, less than two seconds later, the surveillance footage before several cameras were destroyed instantly zoomed in on the screen, and suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Seeing the figure on the screen, Mike's eyes instantly became incredulous: "This is..."

The last scene of the previous surveillance was a hot Asian girl who climbed in through the corner window on the third floor, and the first thing she did was to break the closed button of the entrance and exit, and the camera hanging in the hidden corner.

These movements can be described as done in one go, without the slightest hesitation and probing, as if all the structural arrangements in this corridor have fallen into her mind.

What is even more shocking is that the camera was not shattered by the bullet, but the Asian girl jumped up and smashed the specially made camera with a punch.

"This woman... Is it a CIA agent?"

Jason scratched his hair, and was shocked to see this shocking surveillance footage.

(ps. Click in at 12:30 a.m. in the next chapter.,Thank you for your cooperation~Momoda~)