McCarron snatched a mobile phone from the blonde robber and excitedly dialed Nine.

"Doodoo Doo"

"Answer, answer the phone! Bastard! McCarron jumped nervously, but unfortunately it seemed that even the police department was off this Christmas, thirty seconds passed, and no one answered McCarron's call to the police, and the Los Angeles police were so capricious.

The phone was automatically hung up after no one answered for too long, and McCarron quickly dialed it again.

"Hello! This is the Nine Stories Report Center, excuse me?"

"I'm going to call the police!" McCarron quickly interrupted.

"Okay, happy to serve you, please tell your story!" The operator said with a sense of humor.

"There is a group of robbers who want to rob the Zhongfu Building, listen, they have guns, there are at least ten people, the action is very organized, not ordinary people, I suspect terrorists, send people quickly, immediately, immediately." McCarron spoke at great speed, almost shouting at the end.

The Macallan bowed his head.

The Macallan""

McCarron's face contorted.

Ah! The mobile phone turned out to be out of battery, did the operators who just said it hear it?

"Smack——! The Macallan frantically slammed the phone to the ground.

"Marcus, have you killed that clown, after killing him, come back to the hall to help." The blonde robber lying on the ground startled McCarron by a voice over the intercom.

McCarron flipped the blonde robber's body over and found a walkie-talkie in the back of his waist, then a black phone charger.

The Macallan""

The Macallan looked at the phone charger in his hand, then at the mobile phone that he had broken into pieces, then looked up at the socket on the wall, and gave himself a big mouth.

"Marcus, do you receive it, get it back to me immediately." Hans on the other end of the intercom said in an unkind tone.

"Marcus is dead, if you miss him so much, shoot yourself in the head and make sure you can talk to him directly." The Macallan said mockingly.

Hans's face darkened.

McCarron looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, and suddenly he had an idea, he knew that the police department usually had an emergency communication channel.

At 670hz, McCarron enters the New York Police Department's walkie-talkie channel, and hopes Los Angeles will also use this channel.

The intercom was on, and McCarronmon was right.

"Listen, this is Zhongfu Building, this place has been hijacked by a group of terrorists, they have killed a person, and they have taken a lot of hostages, hurry up and send the most powerful anti-terrorist force to rescue." McCarran looked at the battery level on the walkie-talkie and said nervously.

"Sir, how do you know this channel, please report your driver's license code to verify your identity, and this channel is only for emergency calls, if you want to call the police, please call Jiuqi, thank you for your cooperation." The operator on the other end of the intercom said solemnly.

The Macallan""

"Are you an idiot? If I can make a phone call, why do I use the walkie-talkie, do you think I order pizza? Immediately, call the police immediately, or I will immediately complain to you. "The Macallan was so angry with the stupid operator that his lungs were going to explode.

"I'm sorry sir, are you drinking, this is not a report center, if you want to call the police, please call Jiu Mi by yourself, and, if you want to complain about me, then I am also the reception, because today Christmas, the entire wiring room, I am an unlucky ghost to work, thank you!"

The Macallan""

"Bang Bang"

A volley of bullets swept towards McCarron, who was alert to a lazy donkey rolling, shit luck to dodge every bullet.

"Bastard, don't call the police again, something happened, can you afford to take this responsibility? I can tell you responsibly that your superiors will definitely let you carry the black cauldron, all the black cauldron. McCarron yelled into the walkie-talkie as he ran.

The operator's face turned green, it seemed to be a gunshot just now, this guy is not too stupid, and quickly dialed the Los Angeles Police Department.

"Bang Bang ——!" McCarron fired two symbolic shots behind him before continuing to flee upstairs, and Hans's men naturally clung to it.

"Hey, good news for you, I have a guy lurking in the lobby outside the office on the thirty-second floor." McCarron ran around a corner and abruptly turned the walkie-talkie channel back into the bands of the robbers, revealing why Bother was hiding.

Hans was still thinking about how The Macallan could save himself with such a clumsy trick, why bother lying under the table, but when he heard the sound of the walkie-talkie on the table, he scolded his mother, and quickly got out from under the table, just bumping into Henry, who came out to visit.

Henry hurriedly drew his gun.

It's too late, why be too mean, when he slid out of the table, his speed didn't slow, Henry's hand had just touched the gun at his waist, why bother had already reached him.

Why don't you get up, just lie on the floor and take advantage of the sky, and the soles of your feet hit Henry's lower body, why bother with how much strength is it? The authors didn't bother to look back at the data.

Only "boom——! With a bang, Henry rose to the sky, his head was inserted into the ceiling hanging board, and he was killed instantly, why pick up the walkie-talkie on the table and run away, this guy is not really afraid of Hans and his gang of robbers and fleeing, he is afraid of scaring the other party, in case they don't open the vault, he will cry.

"Camisole, your wife." Why bother running away while picking up the walkie-talkie and scolding angrily.

McCarron shrugged his shoulders when he heard He Bi's scolding, and then heard the gunshots chasing He Bi on the walkie-talkie, and his heart was balanced a lot, there is no reason why his feet are going to be worn out, you are sleeping.

Why rush to the elevator door, only to find that the elevator is locked, and hurriedly run to the fire staircase.

"Bitter life!" Why bother to detect the unfolding, found that there were people up and down the stairs, ran back to the corridor, and drilled out of the outer wall through one of the windows in the corridor, why bother with the failure of the Hans gang to surround it.

"It's impossible, the monitor saw that he did run to the twenty-first floor, you search carefully, he must be hiding in a corner somewhere." Hans said with certainty, but he didn't know why he had already descended to the nineteenth floor along the climbable gap in the outer wall, perfectly avoiding their encirclement.

"Dear Mr. Robber, I want to report that the vest guy is hiding in the elevator shaft, probably between the twenty-ninth and thirtyth floors, and you can catch that bastard by breaking the elevator door." Why bother to turn on the detection technique, find the location of the Macallan, and immediately sell it to Hans for a.

Hans, Macallan, and Why bother The walkie-talkie channels of the three parties are connected, why sell yourself to Hans, Macallan heard it immediately, and the frightened Macallan trembled in his heart, and hurriedly looked around, there was no camera, what the hell, how did that despicable guy know that he was hiding in the elevator shaft.

Why sneer, come on! Hurt each other! Whoever admits the first is the grandson.

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