Grunt.

The sound of something rolling on the ground came from the ground, and it felt like the sound of marbles from the roof that can always be heard in ghost movies but never found the reason, but this sound and the sound that came from the hallway that had just quieted down amid the gunfire could attract everyone's attention.

When the SWAT officers who were kneeling and leaning against the wall next to the elevator with their guns turned their heads to look at the sound, they didn't see the weirdness of the 'marbles from the roof', but saw a more intuitive danger that they didn't have time to dodge.

There was a pitch-black military-standard grenade rolling on the ground, and the trajectory of the grenade rolled like an unconventional curveball thrown by a guy who had just learned to bowl, and began to turn around at the position where it did not roll to the center of these SWAT officers......

Without warning, the flames suddenly erupted, followed by an explosion, and in the deafening explosion, before every SWAT officer was swept away by the air wave, all he saw was the brother who had trained with him being crushed into pieces of scrap under the irregular air current.

Nick was stunned, he first saw the SWAT officer kneeling on the grenade being directly shattered, a stream of blood in the broken corpse. Poof' slammed diagonally against the wall, and then, in the case of the fire rushing to the roof of the shed, he watched a special police officer fly forward under the impact of the explosion range, when the entire corridor was full of blown up earth holes and flying shrapnel, he didn't even have time to hear the howl of his companions, he was squeezed by a huge force from the position of the entrance of the corridor directly hit the staircase handrail behind him, and fell down with a direct backflip of the stair handrail by the lever.

"What's going on!"

"Pablo!"

"Nick!"

"Who's ****** tell me what's going on??!!"

Matthew stood up directly in the command car, and when he heard the explosion, he couldn't sit still. Then he opened the door of the car with a walkie-talkie, and under the strong vibration, he looked up at the shattered glass shards falling from the upper floors of the building like rain.

"These idiots!"

"Bastard!"

Matthew was in a hurry to attack the heart, I am afraid that even he himself did not know who he was scolding, when he turned around and walked back to the command car, he just vented and scolded: "The two teams can't guard the door, what kind of policeman are they!" ”

"It's not a 301." The weekend is not an argument. He had to find a solution as quickly as he could: "Our people have already plugged the door of 301, in this case, no matter how far the door moves, there will definitely be a SWAT shot, remember?" Let's say before we make a plan, because the situation is very dangerous, and the people on the mission can decide for themselves whether they need to shoot or not, why do you let those Mexicans throw grenades from 301 at this time? If they try to throw a grenade outside, they will definitely be killed, and it will be they who will be blown up when the time comes. ”

Weekend unfolded the drawing, and almost every time he thought about it, he said, "It's these two SWAT rooms that made sure no one was there, and the Mexicans fooled us quietly the moment someone knocked on their door." Wait until we have evacuated the crowd and when our defenses are completely relaxed, they will come and catch us off guard! ”

Syllable.

Matthew threw the walkie-talkie directly on the console, got up and walked out of the car, and shook his fist vigorously as he approached the eight SWAT officers who had risked their lives to go to the third floor to help evacuate the residents.

Touch!

The beaten SWAT covered his cheeks and leaned against the wall, lowered his head and was silent, while Matthew next to him couldn't suppress his angry scolding: "Isn't there no one upstairs?" Didn't you say nobody!! ”

Matthew, who had planned to deal with these Mexicans with zero casualties, was completely disrupted by the sudden explosion, which made him unable to suppress his anger. Or at this time when you shouldn't be angry.

He didn't calculate how much damage the special police and detectives in the corridor would be caused by the command vacancy set aside under impulse, let alone at this moment of command. What an amazing decision was made over the weekend.

"Sniper No. 1 reported that the window-breaking operation must be stopped immediately, and after the explosion, four guns popped out of the bedroom, toilet, and kitchen in Room 301 and aimed at the window, and I could only see the muzzle of the gun, but could not see their position, repeating ......" Sniper No. 1 looked at the room that should have been holding the curtains but the window glass was shattered by the explosion, causing the curtains to float out of the window, and his heart was in his throat.

Over the weekend, I heard a debriefing in the command car. He clearly remembered that Sniper 1 was in the living room of Room 301, and he couldn't see the situation in the room. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted at it at such a critical moment: "All snipers listen, immediately search the location of the two rooms 307 and 304, I need to know the situation in those two rooms." ”

In the hallway. Black smoke billowed and the smoke and dust from the explosion mixed into a very blurred area of vision, and at that time, the door of 307 opened again, and a man with MP5 in both hands poked out the muzzle and half of his head from the side of the door wearing a black T-shirt with his newly grown hair.

Da-da-da-da.

MP5 spat out tongues of fire in his hand, and the man leaned out and immediately locked on the SWAT officer lying on the ground closest to him, he didn't care whether the SWAT had been pierced by shrapnel or not, and the second he saw the person, he aimed almost mechanically and immediately pulled the trigger. Three bullets flew out of the muzzle, the first bullet pierced a bloody hole in the back of the SWAT officer's head lying on the ground, and then the other two crossed the SWAT's body due to recoil problems, landing on the floor and the footline of the wall respectively.

"Ah......h

Nick slowly climbed up the stairs with one hand over his ears and a pistol in the other, and the soreness from the edges of the stairs made him feel uncomfortable when he made any movements. But he still stubbornly got up, and when he squatted on the undulating part of the stairs and looked at the staircase through the gap in the railing under the handrail of the staircase, he happened to see an indistinct figure in the fog of black smoke and dust shooting at the SWAT on the ground, and the fire at the muzzle was very bright in such an environment.

At that moment, Nick picked up the pistol regardless of accuracy, and immediately shot in such a bad sight environment!

Touch!

Glock 22 shook violently twice in the air. Of the two shots Nick fired, only the first shot hit the wall in front of the 307 door with some accuracy, and the second bullet was missing. Luckily, the guy with the MP5 was forced back by the bullet and he shrank back from the door, and Nick took the opportunity to shout, "Wake-up!!" ”

“Now！！！”

Nick's voice echoed through the hallway, and some SWAT officers who hadn't fainted but had only been slightly injured began to crawl up. But before they could pick up the gun and aim, the door of room 304, which was separated by two households behind 301, suddenly opened, this time no one threw a military grenade out, an MP5 and an AK47 showed the muzzle of the gun by the wall, and at the same time, Nick opened his mouth and took a sharp breath and lowered his head hard, hiding behind the stairs and couldn't straighten his waist!

Dada!

Dada!

Dada!

Strafing!!!

Under the aimless strafing fire, Nick's ears were filled with the 'poof' sound of the body armor being hit, this muffled sound. It seems that the crunch of being hit by a bullet against the wall is even more depressing.

"Zhou!"

"Zhou!!"

"We need support, ******, need, ****** support !!"

On the weekend, my body trembled with a walkie-talkie!

He couldn't see what was happening at the scene, and in the command car, he could only see Nick squatting at the bottom of the stairs, bending over with his head down, pulling his neck and roaring, more worried than everyone at the scene.

"What the hell is going on, Nick!" I asked as little as I tried not to show my emotions on the weekend.

"304 and 307 are all Mexicans, and all ****** are ink! West! Elder brother! Person! Did you hear clearly, bastard! ”

"They're slaughtering our people, our colleagues who were stunned by grenades!!"

Weekend couldn't imagine what could have made Nick say those words, but the next voice in his ears forced him to make a judgment.

"Sniper No. 4 spotted two gunmen at the entrance of 304. It has been locked, repeated. Locked...... Wait a minute, Sniper 4 reported that there was a guy in room 304 who was tied to a chair, suspected to be a hostage, repeat, Sniper 4 saw a guy in the living room of room 304 tied to a chair. Suspicion of being a hostage. ”

In a third-floor rooftop parking lot behind Building 19, a sniper and his assistant were looking at everything in room 304 through scopes and binoculars, and the reason they could see was not that the curtains were not drawn in room 304, but that he, like Sniper 1, saw it because the grenade had knocked down the door of the room. The wind in the hall caused the curtains to begin to float out of the shattered glass window, but the sniper was originally set up in this position to prevent the Mexican dog from jumping over the wall and escaping through the window of room 301.

"Sniper 4 reported that two Mexicans were shooting into the hallway at the door of Room 304, and that the other two Mexicans were hiding in the toilet and bedroom and were aiming at the window, ready to prevent Spider-Man from entering through the window...... Sniper No. 4 asks for orders! ”

What command did he request?

The request was given the order to kill the two Mexican gunmen from inside the command car, regardless of the hostage's life, because at this moment, they were struggling with what they saw and imagined, and anyone could imagine the devastation of the SWAT members in the hallway in this situation.

"Sniper No. 3 locked the position of a gunman in room 307, and the gunman leaned against the wall of the doorway, ready to shoot, ready to shoot!!"

All the snipers saw the situation inside for the same reason, and they felt the same way, but they didn't think that the weekend was a choice between the hostages and the policeman's life, and the reports seemed to push him to the edge of a cliff step by step, and he had no power or power to ignore the lives of either of them.

"Shoot." The weekend did not erupt, and in silence the two heavy words were spoken.

"Please repeat the command."

I don't know which sniper said such a bastard sentence over the weekend, and it went straight to his lungs: "I said shoot, shoot!" Shoot!! ”

"Bastard!" (To be continued.) )