"SIR, NICK, HE'S DEAD."

When I heard this sentence on the weekend, the whole person was wooden, he had a good relationship with Nick, this black man who didn't stinky fart and didn't talk much was loyal and honest to the point that he was not afraid of Sha Zhan's position being impacted and looked at himself differently, he was the most trusted Sha Zhan in the entire department, because no matter whether you were late or left early, your workload throughout the day would be recorded on the attendance sheet, in addition to annual leave, sick leave, and personal leave, the entire Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Bureau had the highest attendance rate in the Detective Bureau!

But he died......

The big black guy who was standing behind him pushing a wheelchair died, and when there was no case, he would always sit on his desk and peek at the weathering team (anti-pornography) and pretend to be okay when people were still looking at him, and he would never appear in the public office area again.

The weekend bent over, never expecting to face this result for the first time when he entered the command car.

“FBI。”

On the street corner, FBI detectives led by Justin began to enter the scene in large numbers, and behind them, there were also members of the Special Operations Unit with weapons and equipment, these people wore the camouflage uniforms of the American Army, carried the most advanced weapons in their hands, and rushed over one by one with good training.

"Deputy Chief Matthew." Justin shouted in the distance, and then trotted all the way to Matthew's location.

Matthew shoved the walkie-talkie in his hand into Weekend's hand and walked over without saying a word, and when he stood across from Justin, a sentence that drilled into his ear directly touched the scales: "Mr. Deputy Director, we are ordered to help you." ”

"Help us? How can it help? Let's all get out of the way. Throw the bodies of the wounded and their companions there. And then you guys take over? Do you know how many police officers are lying in this building? I don't know how many of my men there are, covering their wounds and gritting their teeth. Waiting for me to save him! ”

Justin didn't care that Matthew, who was already obviously angry, said in a bad tone, and tried to put away his temper and responded: "Sir, then we should let us up, we have intelligence, and there are the most elite troops in the desert ants, each of which is the elite of the Mexican army......"

"Are you saying that you didn't notify the police when you had the information, but instead drank coffee in the FBI headquarters office and waited for this to turn into a terrorist attack?"

Matthew is really hot, but he is not impulsive to this group of FBI. He lowered his chin and stared at Justin with his eyes turned out, saying, "The police department doesn't need your help, we can handle this case ourselves." With a wave of his hand, he said to the two patrol officers next to him, "Send the FBI detectives out of the scene." ”

Justin didn't expect Matthew to be so unkind: "Mr. Deputy Director, do you want me to call the above?" ”

"Above?" Matthew stretched out his index finger and put it directly on Justin's head: "No matter who comes here today, it must be the scene of the Los Angeles Police Department, even if the governor and Mr. President come together, I will throw away this police uniform and ask them out, I said!" ”

In terms of combat experience, the Special Operations Bureau of the police department is by no means worse than the Special Operations Department of the FBI, they usually train these, but the sudden surprise directly disrupted all the plans of the authorities. Because the authorities even have a backup plan customized around 301 a room!

The blow paralyzed the police's chain of command, and no one was born cold-blooded enough to change plans at any time in a world of explosions and deaths. Even it takes enough time to calm down the troubled minds.

Like, now.

Over the weekend, I saw the equipment on the FBI Special Operations Division, and they were going to have two grenades on them, one of which was tear gas, and the other, as anyone with a little common sense knows, is called a flashbang. Because the flashbang produces strong light by burning magnesium or potassium when it explodes and obstructs the opponent's line of sight and does not explode shrapnel, it is widely used in hostage rescue cases, this thing can produce 170~180 decibels of noise within a radius of 1.5m, and even more awesome is that it can also produce 6000000~8000000 strong light, if these data are directly converted into damage value, then, a flashbang can directly make the enemy lose combat effectiveness in a small area of 20 square meters, causing transient blindness, deafness, Tinnitus and even inner ear damage, untrained people may be directly stunned, which gives it the name of blinding bullet and dazzling bullet.

So, where are the Mexicans hiding?

According to the sniper's report, these guys are hiding in the toilet, bedroom, and kitchen!

Thinking of this, the weekend picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "All calm down, from now on, all SWAT officers will stay in place and wait for orders!" ”

"Sniper, report the location of the Mexicans."

Waiting anxiously on the weekend with a walkie-talkie, next to him is Matthew, who is confronting the FBI, and every police officer at this time, like Matthew, is eager to pull out the group of Mexicans and chop them one by one, and no one wants to let outsiders interfere.

"SIR, Sniper No. 1 reported that the Mexicans did not move after the explosion in Room 301 and they were still in place."

"Sniper No. 2 reported that no one had fled outside the window behind the building."

"Sniper 3 reports that there are no Mexicans moving in room 304."

"Sniper Number 4 reports that everything is normal in Room 307 and that no Mexicans have rushed out."

Weekend turned his head to look at the technician in the command car, stretched out his hand and said, "Architectural drawings." ”

The technician quickly took out the drawings, opened the front of the police car that was flattened, and added: "SIR, our people are still at the staircase, and there are no casualties reported by the people in the corridor." ”

Weekend nodded and said, "Cisse, Lin, Hammers, how are you?" ”

"SIR, THE EXPLOSION OCCURRED IN ROOM 301, THE THREE OF US ARE FINE."

"Well, your mission has changed, now stop the mission of rescuing the wounded, the new mission is to watch the door of rooms 304 and 307, and use your lives to ensure that no grenades will be thrown out of those two rooms, do you understand?"

“YES-SIR！”

Weekend picked up the walkie-talkie again and said, "Spider-Man, you must have flashbangs in your equipment, right?" Listen, command will be handed over to Sniper 1 in a moment, and you must follow their orders. ”

"SWAT in the corridor, now all of you have moved outside Gate 301 and waited for instructions, do you understand?"

“YES-SIR！”

"Sniper No. 1, you can see the door of the bathroom in Room 301 from the living room, now tell me, which Spider-Man is suitable to go down and throw flashbangs into the bathroom?"

“SIR……”

"Answer me!" Very resolute on weekends.

"SIR, the Italian Pjanic is in the right place, but there is a good chance that he will be shot when he goes down."

Weekend interrupted him again and said, "That's not something you should think about!" ”

"Pjanic, listen, you only have one chance, when the rappel is going down, there is a toilet at your 11 o'clock, there are two or three Mexicans hidden there, the distance between you and the toilet is about two meters less than three meters, I ask you to throw the flashbang that pulls the safety into it during the rapid descent, you can't make a mistake, is there a problem?"

"......" This is a time to think, and anyone who hears that they are in danger of being shot at the moment of going down will always fall into thought, so there is no rush on the weekend.

Three seconds later, Pjanic responded: "SIR, I don't have a problem. ”

"Good!"

"Listen to the SWAT in the hallway, your task is to rush into room 301 after hearing the order of Sniper No. 1, one person to watch the bedroom and the other to watch the kitchen, remember, I don't need you to shoot accurately, but you must pull the trigger the moment the gun is pointed at the kitchen and bedroom door, to form a deterrent. The rest of the people, all rushed into the toilet and killed the people who were blinded by flashbangs. ”

"Sniper No. 1, your task is to immediately shoot continuously at the door of the toilet, so that this group of bastards can form inertia in the gunfire, stop shooting at the moment when you feel the time is right, and then you give the order for Spider-Man to descend and throw flashbangs, and finally, the SWAT outside the door of room 301 rushed in, and two people used bullets to suppress the Mexicans in the kitchen and bedroom, and the rest, kill the guys in the toilet, get it!"

When he gave orders on weekends when he was not from a military background, he seemed verbose, but he told every sentence with a thousand instructions, and his purpose was only one, he wanted everyone to hear his orders clearly, understand his intentions, and not have any accidents in the process of execution.

In this building, there can be no more accidents.

"Sniper No. 1, shoot!"

Bang! (To be continued.) )