【09:45】

"Cut, the third shift, go to the first shift, replace the fifth shift with the fourth shift, and the first, second, and fifth shifts hurry up and come back to replenish."

Sergei's voice mingled with the chaotic sound of gunfire, but it was still palpable. Taking the main entrance of the police station as a position, Police Crossbell and the Rubacher mafia went head-to-head. Whether it is the quality of weapons or personnel, it is the overwhelming advantage of Lubacher.

If it weren't for the small size of the police station and the limited space inside, I am afraid that the police station would have fallen all of a sudden. In the limited space, Rubacher's mafia struggled to exert their numerical superiority, and were set on fire by a large number of police, which was consumed quickly.

Moreover, Sergei also had a set of commands, and he divided the police officers present into six squads with different functions. Classes one to three are defense squads, tasked with stopping Rubacher's mafia from entering. Squads four to six were assault squads, tasked with concentrating fire on the safe rear to crush Rubacher's mafia.

The firearms used by the police are all guided, and only the investigators are equipped with lethal large-caliber firearms, and the two groups of people now do not care about their daily grievances and fight the enemy together. Unlike gunpowder bullets, conductive bullets do not leave scars when they hit the human body, and they require a large number of cumulative attacks to drag down a person......

Sergei couldn't help but sigh as he analyzed this. I have an itchy throat and want to smoke. The situation on the battlefield is not optimistic, Rubacher's mafia does not know what stimulants they have eaten, they all become extremely violent, they are like berserkers, and they are not afraid of consumption of death squads one after another, the police can barely hold on at first, but as time goes by, the number of wounded increases, the consumption of guiding bullets, the accumulation of fatigue and so on, more and more unable to hold.

Sergei was dissatisfied, and turned to look at the resting man behind him. He had organized a surprise attack before, and asked the excellent search department No. 2 to break through, but as soon as he stood out of the door, he was defeated by Lu Bacher. In the wide terrain, there is simply no way to fight.

However, it has now reached the point where it is not enough to just retreat. Really, if they could reply to the communication, then they would be able to contact the search department and come back, but now they can't be counted on.

"Hit, hit...... Don't let them come! ”

Deputy Director Pierre was already trembling with fright from this scene, and forced him to pretend to be brave and give unreasonable orders. However, it can be considered brave. At least he's much better than the bureaucrats who hid as soon as the war began. Although he was terrified, at least he was still standing here, with no intention of retreating.

"Alright, don't talk about it......"

Some Sergei, who couldn't listen to it, lazily dug his ears.

"Morale is starting to slip, and it will be even more complete to hear you panic like this."

"Then, I'll take someone to a raid!"

"You're going to die!"

Sergei couldn't help laughing, Pierre's current state, let alone the mafia, can't even be beaten by ordinary gangsters.

However, it is indeed good that he has this heart.

Sergei sighed, and couldn't help but think back to his subordinates.

At that time, he was still the squad leader of Sergaiban. Under his own hands, a man who never admits defeat and maintains his energy at all times, and a man who is superb in swordsmanship and not weaker than anyone in frontal combat, the combination of these two is a well-known golden combination in the police department. If they're still there......

Cut, what am I feeling sad about here?

No, I'm not qualified to stand on top of those two people.

Kala.

The bolt of the gun is twitched, and the ****** makes a crisp sound. The number of bullets was forty rounds.

Sergei touched the guiding ****** in his hand and felt its hard touch.

"Pierre, we need a blitzk."

Sergei said.

"Hey, hey!"

Pierre screamed in surprise.

"Hehe, I ......"

"I, I, I'll go! I—I'm also the deputy chief of the police department! I、Wow, ahh ”

Before Sergei could finish speaking, Pierre had already drawn his pistol and jumped out.

"Hey!" Sergei was also stunned, he did have the intention of teasing Pierre's determination, but he didn't expect that this timid and fearful person really rushed out first!

Jumping out of cover, he screamed and waved his pistol, fangs and claws like a monster, but the mafia was obviously not frightened, and when he touched it, the bullet hit him in the knee, and then, a bullet pierced his lower abdomen, and the man, who always made a sharp scream, fell on the way to the charge, blood flowing from under his always clean suit.

“！ Feed! Pierre! ”

No matter what Sergei called, Deputy Director Pierre never got up again.

"Everyone! Deputy Chief Pierre has fallen, and even that cowardly guy is so bloody in his charge, can we still hide here?! ”

Tears welled up in his eyes, but there was no sadness in his words. Sergei is well aware that the state of the commander directly affects his subordinates. So, at all times, the commander must be calm and sensible, mourning Pierre, any time, but definitely not now.

As soon as Sergei said it, everyone couldn't help but recall the deeds of Pierre on weekdays, and everyone recognized that this man had no advantages except for his voice. But it's such a guy who actually rushed out first. The clumsy deeds of that guy on weekdays were all transformed into courage in everyone's hearts, and almost everyone let out a neat roar.

"If you fall here, you're so sorry for the name of the police. I believe that everyone came to the police station more or less because they longed for the profession of a police officer. However, we have never really protected our country. Sergei used the word "state" without question.

"Now, there is no doubt that Crossbell is planning a conspiracy, and if we still choose to back down here, are we still worthy of the word police?"

Sergei shouted hoarsely, and everyone present was enthusiastic about what he said. Everyone can't help but recall the time when they first joined the police department. At that time, everyone joined the police station with the belief of upholding justice, eliminating evil and promoting good. It's just that later, he was gradually beaten by the monster called reality.

Boosting morale, Sergei raised his ****** and gave his last command as a commander.

"Rush!"

Behind Sergei, all the surviving policemen rushed out towards the gate.

――――

"Sir Sergei, it's rare to have such a bloody time."

Sergei's voice came clearly through the gate. Outside the police station, a man in a dark blue suit gently pushed down his glasses. He ripped off his blazer, revealing his close-fitting shirt and a large military pistol strapped to his chest.

Arest? Dudley. Crossbell Police Station, the elite of the search section.

Behind him were twenty companions of the Search Division.

Privately investigated Rubacher, and when Dudley left Rubacher's headquarters, he had already discovered Cross Bell's anomaly. He immediately returned to the tarmac and spoke to his companions, who were still searching for the unwarranted bomb.

The investigators, who were oppressed by their superiors on weekdays, made unexpected judgments. Everyone chose to listen to Dudley's advice, abandon the mission, and return to the city to calm the chaos as much as possible.

Dudley touched the badge on his chest and smiled a little mockingly.

It's been a long time since I've disobeyed an order.

Turning a blind eye to the suffering of the citizens, he comforts himself every time, saying that human resources are limited and can only ensure the safety of people's lives to a minimum.

But now, Dudley doesn't care.

His own badge had been thrown away with the blazer he had just taken off.

Now the police badge on his shirt has a visible scar.

No one in the Search Section could mistake this badge. This badge originally belonged to a young investigator who was always lively and never gave up.

Wearing this, Dudley always felt that he was also infected by the stupid aura of the original owner.

"Guy, I've probably become a fool too."

Dudley muttered to himself, raised his pistol, and kicked off the police station's counterattack.