Major Stiga couldn't help but be anxious as he watched the slow progress of the assault on both sides. But as a staff officer, he seems to have done everything he can, and now he can only watch the show with his eggs in his hands.

And the far-sighted, or ambitious Lieutenant General Bergkamp, has already considered the gamble between himself and the police chief under the new variables.

In this "noise raid", 48 direct combat personnel were put in, and the task of attacking from the ground was assigned to 30 police station special police officers who came out of the sewers. The 18 SWAT officers who attacked from the roof of the building by helicopter were actually improvised cameos by the military's anti-terrorist unit. Anyway, everyone was wearing the same clothes, and no one recognized them.

As for taking off his pants and farting, taking off his socks and picking his feet, the reason for this is very simple and political: outsiders must not be aware of the rivalry between the military and the police.

The core focus of the offensive plan was to break down the glass curtain wall and launch a direct attack from the middle level of the Aloha Tower to free the hostages. And the action of the soldiers falling from the top floor, even if they are idle and do it with a diving position, is more difficult than the SWAT people climbing from the bottom (the greater the difficulty, the easier).

Now the two gangs are not like gymnasts wearing tights, performing in front of demanding gymnastics judges and waiting for the scores. Instead, act together and take credit, then the task is, of course, as easy as possible. In this way, the military naturally took advantage of a small advantage, and it was not difficult to overpower the special police when the strength was similar. However, Mr. Lieutenant/General's crackling wishful thinking was shattered by the magic bulletproof glass!

Bergkamp knows that the gamble is over. Not even to mention the gambling game, even whether the operation can succeed has to hope for the wonderful performance of his subordinates, and the God Jehovah and not Allah Allah on duty today, and again it must be Shakyamuni, this grape-headed guy is estimated to be incompatible. Things got to the stage of the most uncontrolled operation, and as a commander, he also felt powerless. If this anti-terrorist operation fails, even if he is not court-martialed, he will be "retired" or transferred to a civilian position, and his party and forces will be severely liquidated.

From a "director" who was in control when he finalized the plan of action, he became a "gambler" whose fate was not under his control. This kind of thrilling and fearful psychological transformation, even the Hawaiian military giants, who have been in the storm, weathered and stood for so many years, can only sigh "The years pass like knives, and knives urge people to grow old!"

The lieutenant general glanced at Major Stiga, who was standing beside him, a staff officer frowning and holding up a night vision goggle, watching the development of the battle intently, looking full of devotion.

"Should we say that the young man can't hold his breath? Or is it that the young man is motivated? Anyway, it is better not to command blindly than not to command, and I hope he understands this truth. Commander Bergkamp thought, taking a sip of the already cold tea, bitter and bitter.

Major Styga's chest was tight, as if he was holding a foul breath and pressing down on a boulder. He didn't know where the bulletproof glass came from, and he couldn't figure out how the signal shielding was done, so he felt like he was fighting against an all-powerful opponent! But even so, he was still eager to be able to influence the situation of the battle, eager to wield Fang You to win! He carefully analyzed the situation between the enemy and us, observed the details of the battlefield, and captured every chance of victory......

In the face of the terrorists who are retreating step by step, and the special police who are difficult to carry out in cooperation with the offensive and difficult to use their numerical superiority, the frontal attack looks hopeless. Stiga once again set his sights on the thick, tough bulletproof glass curtain wall, which was desperately reliable despite the fine cracks like cobwebs, but still able to hold out tear gas.

"Whoa!" The snipers/snipers on the building behind him are still trying to shoot through the glass and kill the enemy with their sniper/shotgun guns. However, the terrorists tried their best to avoid passing by the window after suffering a loss, and the snipers/snipers had a hard time finding a chance to get a one-hit kill. In vain, only a bullet hole and more cracks were left in the bulletproof glass.

However, Major Stiga's eyes suddenly lit up! He glanced at Mr. Lieutenant General, who was in a daze with a teacup, and only hesitated a little before grabbing the walkie-talkie, and then resolutely roared and gave a new order: "The thug group! You four bastards will immediately drop in on Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu doesn't care how many shots you want to shoot! Anyway, break a fucking glass for Lao Tzu and rush in!" His roar is like that of a new young lion king!

"Wow, boss, so good! I like it!" "Wow!" came the hearty and excited voice of King Kong from the walkie-talkie.

"The boss is so rough?" "This is the boss of our mob group!" and then the flower chief and the oak stump interjected.

"Less nonsense, more work!, move to Lao Tzu, there is no one by the window at this moment!" Major Stiga scolded.

"Roger!, Boss!" finally came the slightly excited voice of the pee.

After passing on the order, Major Stiga looked at Lieutenant General Bergkamp, who had just come back to his senses and had a complicated face, and said in a low voice: "Your subordinates have trespassed!

Lieutenant General Bergkamp looked at this rising star he admired, and realized that this little staff officer with a slightly soft personality and steady behavior finally made a decision full of personal subjective opinions inspired by honor and a sense of responsibility, and took the initiative to assume the responsibility of a part of the commander!

"Young...... That's good!" Mr. Lieutenant General sighed and patted Major Stiga on the shoulder, "You have done a good job! But your bearing is still not enough! Today I will let you see how desperately a commander should be!" Then he also took the walkie-talkie, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly and arrogantly: "Now is not the time to think about casualties! Take out all the seeds and show them to the old man! Don't let people think that you are a bunch of girls! Flash/light bombs, smoke/fog bombs, and tear bombs open the way and go straight to hard!"

"Received!" At the same time, the special police officers and soldiers heard Mr. Lieutenant/General's extremely stimulating order, which was equivalent to the "Bayonet Charge" and "Prelude to Tokyo Fever," and their blood and anger immediately surged, and they changed their previous delicate but cumbersome offensive style!

As the saying goes, "one guts, two strengths, and three kung fu, and the master is killed by indiscriminate punches." At present, the side with high kung fu and good state is still rushing and killing like a mad dog, and the terrorists who are not in good condition and caught off guard are forced to die by this Wang Ba punch who exchanged injuries for death! The remaining terrorists are brave enough to take it and find it difficult to continue, so they can only stop fighting and crushing for thousands of miles, and they are driven away and unable to stop.

At this time, the four ruffians of the thug group also took the middle army directly and descended to the middle level of Aloha Tower. They swung backwards for some distance, took the opportunity to fire fiercely at the bulletproof glass, and then used the reverberation force to stomp their feet on the cracked glass!

Finally, on the third slampage, Night King Kong used his pair of big round-toed leather shoes to kick through the bulletproof glass full of bullet holes and cracked so much that it could not be cracked again! Then the thick/black stout man laughed and stabilized his body, and made up for it a few times, and the bulletproof glass suddenly collapsed, and he made a big hole! Night King Kong threw himself into it as soon as he straightened his waist, and the urine bottle that was very close to him also slipped over and followed him into the tower!

Major Stiga looked at the seemingly unbreakable bulletproof glass, shattering at the feet of his brothers, and couldn't help the excitement in his chest, and raised his hands (guns) with the soldiers around him and shouted: "Dog, dog, dog!(GoGoGo!) Fakey!" Even Lieutenant General Bergkamp on the side was infected by the atmosphere, and couldn't help but wave his fist fiercely! "Well done!"

Soon, King Kong and Sao Urine Bottle, who entered the tower first, helped the Flower Chief and the Oak Stump break through the glass, and all four of them successfully broke through to the tower!

The SWAT and the military were overwhelmed on both sides of the Aloha Tower, and the middle level was also forcibly inserted by the four members of the mob group. The situation seems to be rapidly sliding in the direction that the terrorists least want to see!

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However, when Mr. Filari, who was leading the four terrorists to stay in the side hall, received the news, he was only slightly stunned, and said flatly, "It's not slow!" and then casually ordered everyone to quickly retreat to the hostage in the side hall.

The terrorists who were originally fanatical in their faith were still very frightened when they learned that the miracle given by Allah had been broken, but when they saw that the leader was so calm and had time to mock and comment on their opponents, they suddenly felt relieved. They prepare for the final battle: stacking obstacles and covering the hostages in black plastic hoods.

At this time, a group of people from the kitchen team and the filming team just arrived in the side hall, and as soon as they entered the door, Hao Song shouted: "After a busy night's work, why is it so difficult to eat some breakfast! You said that you cooks don't know how to bring some beef buns, mutton buns, spring rolls, cut cakes, shortbreads, sauced meat, dumplings, steamed buns, noodles, knife-cut noodles, ramen, large plate chicken, pepper chicken, scallion fried mutton, roast beef and sheep, roast lamb loin, roast whole sheep and so on!" This recipe is memorized quite smoothly and rhythmically, worthy of a guy who claims to be a cross talk artist, with his tongue straight.

Uncle Chuan wiped a handful of sweat and said helplessly: "It is not early to start with the big plate of chicken...... Besides, we have to bring so much, do you think we are robot cats?"

"Who would eat cow eggs and lamb kidneys early in the morning! The taste is so heavy, how kidney-deficient it must be!" ...... choked," Mr. Ferrari complained, but swallowed involuntarily. After many terrorists who stayed up all night but didn't eat anything were bombarded by this list of recipes, they couldn't help but salivate, and the sound of swallowing saliva came and went.

So Hao Song squinted his eyes and said a classic sexual/harassment line very appropriately: "Tsk, I said no, but my body is very honest." ”

["So sometimes, men should shout some bloody lines, and then harden it!" - Edward Mierro]