Standing near the New York square, Lotus was broadcasting live, watching the fire on the third floor suddenly rise into the sky, the fear in his expression could not be hidden, if it were not for the basic quality principles of being a journalist, he might not be able to suppress the fear in his heart at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's just that as a journalist, even if you know that this place is already very dangerous, you will still persevere and fight in the front-line on-site reporting.

Lotus remained professional, suppressed his emotions, and continued to report the situation: "Ladies and gentlemen, you can see that on the third floor of the New York Times Building, there is a sudden explosion, billowing smoke and fire, even if you stand here, you can feel it, I don't know what happened to the kidnapped, I can only silently pray that they will survive safely." As for the Asian woman who suddenly climbed up, the police may explain to us later..."

The photographer on the side was still expressionless, and the camera moved up with his eyes, and the location of the two rooms on the third floor of the building had broken a large hole at this time, and billowing smoke drifted out of it.

Like black pillars, floating to the sky in the light of fire, such a panic and mess, it is impossible to see that this is the most luxurious building in Times Square.

In the event of such a big accident in New York City, the chief police superintendent of the bureau, Yusef, had already arrived at the scene and personally commanded nearly 100 police officers, and he looked at the thick fire in the distance at this time, and frowned deeply.

Yusuf is not a pure-blood white man, but a mixed race of yellow and white races, his grandfather was born in Singapore, and his family moved to the United States 80 years ago, where he married, had children, and took root to work, and he is already in the third generation.

The man was in his forties, dressed in the tight-fitting uniform of the Chief Superintendent, and looked a little tall and burly, with brown eyes, short blond hair, and a beard that looked a little vicissitudes.

Just now, the military people talked to him for a few words, but for various reasons, they did not act in unison, and they were all hesitating whether to negotiate or rush in.

Of course, as a New York police officer, in order to protect the safety of citizens and hostages, it is natural to give priority to negotiation. As long as the group of hostages is saved, even if the group of gangsters is let go, there will naturally be follow-up police forces to chase them.

However, the local military has never been negotiable about this kind of thug, but only concerned about the safety of the hostages, thinking about whether to violently snipe those people, or send a small team to infiltrate the decapitation mission.

Originally, Yusuf wanted to stand by and wait for the gangsters to send a signal for negotiation. But now that this explosion sounded, not to mention that the military had begun to send a five-person team in, even his side was a little ready to move.

The sniper was already aiming at the door of the conference room on the third floor, and as soon as a gangster came out, he would be killed immediately.

Things have come to this point, and every minute is a human life, and it can't be delayed.

The chief inspector trotted over, looked at the location of the explosion upstairs, and said with some concern, "Sir... Could the gangsters kill the hostages without considering negotiations? Should we send someone in?"

That group of people is not ordinary gangsters, but real terrorists, and if they are dealt with in the same way as ordinary criminals, they may suffer unimaginable setbacks.

Maybe those people were going to tear up the ticket from the beginning. Deliberately making a kidnapping look is nothing more than trying to delay the escape.

“... Send a team in first, find the right time to rescue the hostages, and if something goes wrong, the rest will go in to support. ”

Yusuf looked at his subordinate's serious expression, just gritted his teeth hard, and then ordered.

Large conference room on the third floor.

At this time, the hostages present all saw that one of the minds with the rifle had just finished speaking, and not long after they finished speaking, they saw that there was suddenly a hole in the right half of the face, and the flesh and blood mixed with the eyeballs were beaten into flesh.

A large-caliber pistol, a headshot at a short distance, is simply a breeze.

Besides, what Bai Xiaosheng was holding in her hand was still a modified Desert Eagle, which was surprisingly powerful, but with her arm strength, it would not be affected by any recoil.

And in the eyes of everyone, they saw a hot beauty, suddenly breaking in through the window outside, holding a large-caliber pistol in her right hand, and there was a wisp of light smoke on it, and half of her body was wrapped around the curtains, looming that people couldn't see it real.

"Bai Xiaosheng...!"

Seeing the face of the sneak attacker, Su Susu, who was half-squatting on the ground, just covered her mouth suddenly, and looked at the haunting face, tears flowed down.

Plop plop...

At this time, two consecutive sounds of falling to the ground sounded, and I saw the gangster with a rotten piece of his chest, and Mike, who had an empty piece of his face, fell to the ground from the spot without any struggle, and a large amount of blood flowed out of their corpses, staining the entire ground red.

This is the second time Bai Xiaosheng has killed someone since he was reborn.

The first time was in the jungle in China, and the second time was in the bustling area of New York City, which was not her subjective will, but it was a situation that she had to do.

"You're... Who?"

Jason, whose hand was still on the keyboard, was completely stunned when he saw the scene in front of him at this time.

He was the only one of the gangsters who didn't have a weapon, but now he was the most vulnerable.

Regarding his question, Bai Xiaosheng just didn't say a word, quickly ran over, and punched the black man directly on the forehead, and was hit by this force, and the man was knocked unconscious on the spot and fell backwards.

The moment Hassan'er jumped out of Bai Xiaosheng, his eyes flashed, ready to fight back directly.

But looking at the muzzle of the gun facing him, he didn't dare to act rashly at will, so he could only point the rifle at the other party, put his hand behind him and make a gesture, signaling the subordinates next to him to do it.

At the same time that Bai Xiaosheng knocked Jason unconscious with a punch, the white-robed man standing at the door also swept towards the girl with a submachine gun, but the girl seemed to have foresight, and at the same time as the punch was thrown, she squatted directly on the side of the seat. The bullets hit the shuttle, leaving fine bullet marks on the solid wood and metal desk.

Before Bai Xiaosheng came in through the window, she had already observed the positions of everyone in the conference room, and those pictures that came into her eyes had already imaged various blind spots and flaws in her brain.

This is the strength of the top brain and memory, coupled with his own original combat experience, he can accurately analyze and deduce it, and calculate the actions that these people may face.

Memory, analysis, experience, skill, courage, all these factors are indispensable.

If you don't have one, you will probably die at the gunpoint of the other party.

Every movement, every step, may have been in her estimation for a long time.

But it is such an adventure, and the risks faced by Bai Xiaosheng are also extremely high, as long as there is a misjudgment, then she will be the one who will be in a different place.

It's a big gamble.

(ps. The next chapter will be anti-theft.,Please come in at 0:40.,It will be automatically refreshed.,It doesn't affect reading and deduction.,Thank you for your understanding and cooperation~Mo Da~)