In the command vehicle, there is one more person who is qualified to read the intelligence in the tower and participate in the formulation of the operation. In addition to Lieutenant General Bergkamp, the Hawaiian military boss, Major Stiga, the most promising senior officer, Mo Yudao, a military adviser night watchman university professor, and Tang Hongbang, the head of the Honolulu branch of the Zhi Gong Party, there is also a chief of the Honolulu Police Department.

As soon as he entered, the emaciated and short bureau chief bowed his head to greet Lieutenant General Bergkamp, and then greeted the others with a grinning smile, as if he was very kind and easy to get along with. But Mo Yudao was very keenly aware that only when he greeted Tang Hongstick did his mental fluctuations reveal a real intimacy. It seems that eighty percent of the police and bandits wear the same pants, and the military and civilians are a model of fish and water conditions.

It's a pity that the Hawaii Police Department has always declined, and in recent years, it has been equivalent to the military's concubine. The United States imperialists have built a large number of archipelago military bases in Hawaii. Some of the more famous bases include Pearl Harbor Naval Station, Smith Marine Barracks, Schafsburg and Schofield Barracks, Hawaiian Marine Corps Base at Caneocht Bay, and Hickam Air Force Base. Other, smaller military bases are even more numerous.

If these military bases are leaderless, scattered, and unconnected, it won't matter. However, the current Hawaiian military's mountain king is a scheming, scheming, and intertwined Bergkamp lieutenant general! Therefore, even the "CIA" US imperialist CIA, which has always been known for its independence, has to act according to the face of this bigwig in this one-third of an acre, and does not dare to arbitrarily engage in trouble and rain in the strategic hub and military outpost of US imperialism in the Pacific. In this way, it is not difficult to understand that the police station has been reduced to an existence similar to the urban management of the Celestial Empire, the assistant police, and even the aunt of the neighborhood committee.

The Chief and his men had been sent by Mr. Lieutenant General to maintain stability, dealing with terrified locals and tourists, and it took a morning to stop the panic from spreading. He is returning to Bergkamp and wants to be involved in the development of a counter-terrorism action plan.

"Mr. Lieutenant/General!The police department swat/teams are ready to accept the task at any time!" said the thin chief with a squinted and dry smile. (swat/teams:special/weapons/and/tactics/teams, special weapons and tactics)

However, Lieutenant General Bergkamp just nodded and said "Director Shafal has worked hard", like a blank courier telling you: "Your inflatable doll has arrived". Mr. Shafour, the head of the bureau, faced the familiar play of the middle/general again, and his heart was full of grievance and resentment. He lowered his head and turned his gaze to Tang Hongstick vaguely, and saw that the other party blinked his eyes twice quickly and firmly in response, and quickly made a decision in his heart.

When it comes to the tasks of the US imperialist special police, everyone's first impression should be anti-terrorism, domestic stability maintenance, rescue, and anti-hijacking, in fact, these are the original work of the special police and the social definition. However, in the Hawaiian Islands, where the military is in power, SWAT officers have to wait until the military is understaffed to leak a few blocks to even the most basic day-to-day tasks of maintaining stability. The most famous SWAT officers do in Hawaii is to interfere in domestic violence, arrest a few thugs, and even find them when residents lose their kittens, dogs, and lizards, and the content of their work is simply ashamed of all their colleagues on the planet.

The people who can become special police officers are all strong-willed, strong-willed, and high-quality people, which can be called the overlord of the rules. As a result, these top squads, who have been trained in militarization, end up being assigned the same job as ordinary police officers. This is just like when you graduate from the Chinese Department of the university and come out to find a job, you find that you can only be a cowherd, so you angrily return to the furnace to finish your doctorate, but you find that you can still only do the cowherd's general/egg, how can you bear it? The special police officers put their eyes on the entire police station, but found that their old big adults couldn't even lift their pants in front of the military, and the taste was mixed and intriguing.

And this time the hostage-taking incident of terrorists made Director Shaffel and his special police officers see an opportunity, a chance to make a name for themselves, no longer be suppressed, and soar to the sky!

Thinking of the discrimination and contempt he had been subjected to all along, Director Shafal said as passionately as if he had taken a gun and an aphrodisiac: "Mr. Lieutenant/General, please let SWAT/Teams participate in this anti-terrorist mission! I believe that my boys will complete the task no matter how difficult it is! For this reason, I am willing to gamble on the command of the entire SWAT team!"

Lieutenant General Bergkamp narrowed his eyes and flashed for a moment, but he didn't speak, just gestured with his eyes to Major Stiga. At this moment, Stiga has completely adapted to the role of a dog, and after realizing it, he asked sharply: "Bet on the command of the SWAT team? Is the SWAT your personal security guard? Do you have this power? If the failure is too ugly, not only you yourself, but even Mr. Lieutenant General will be implicated! Could it be that if you fail, the military will still want to protect you? Such an abacus is too good, right?!"

A series of sharp questioning made Director Shafort almost breathless, and he could only stand with a grim face. At this time, Tang Hongstick drew his sword to help, and said: "Mr. Major! After all, SWAT/TEAMS are professional anti-terrorist combat personnel, and I personally believe that they have the responsibility and ability to participate in anti-terrorist missions!"

Mo Yudao frowned at the moment, he noticed some traces of exchange and betrayal of power and interests, but the pickled matter of the distribution of power in the U.S. Emperor Hawaii had nothing to do with him, so this sage who was well versed in the way of harmony and light and dust did not intend to stop it.

The confrontation between Major Stiga, Chief Shafuel and Tang Hongstick did not last long, and Lieutenant General Bergkamp once again played the decisive word: "The SWAT team can join the fight against terrorism. Before Director Shafal could show his excitement on his face, he said: "But if the designated task is not completed, and the military has reason to question the training quality of the SWAT team, then the supply and training of the SWAT team will be responsible for the military in the future!" After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Command is not something you want to give, you can give it~"

This condition seems to be in the favor of Director Shafour: if the task is completed, everyone will be happy and blockbuster. If he didn't complete the task, the military also helped him pay and train. Could it be that pie in the sky can't be done?

Just look at Director Shafuel's clenched and trembling fists, and you understand that a pie falling from the sky can also crush you. The best way to control an army throughout the ages is to have complete control over its logistics. Whoever gives the money, food, and equipment is the actual controller of the army! Command? That is a! In ancient China, as long as there was no great chaos in the world, civilian officials (and even eunuchs) controlled the logistics of the army and held the post of supervising the army.

So there is no big deal in command, but the conditions of Lieutenant General Bergkamp are even more terrible. But at this point, Director Shafort was already difficult to ride a tiger, and it was impossible to admit it anymore, so he could only pinch his nose and admit it, and the toad cushioned the foot of the bed—stiffened.

Outside the blockade circle, a battle plan began to be drawn up based on the latest information from inside the tower. In Aloha Tower, Mr. Filari, who has always been calm and personable, began to show some anxiety in an exclusive interview. The U.S. imperialist military seems to have guessed the purpose of its actions, just as Filari had disgusted the U.S. imperialists with seemingly reasonable and simple conditions, but in fact they could not agree to it at all, and he was also disgusted by Major Stiga in the same way in the negotiations just now.

The U.S. imperialist military does not believe that the terrorists will release the hostages if they make public the tortured soldiers who have escaped the punishment of military courts, but they cannot really publish the information of those troublemakers to squeeze out the terrorists, so their own army will rebel first, so they can only suffer this loss.

At this moment, Mr. Filari did not believe that they could escape smoothly by getting out of Aloha Tower and accepting the transportation provided by the US imperialist military, but also because of the sacred goal of the Islamic State, they had already abandoned the idea of leaving Hawaii alive, so they also suffered a loss. Both sides felt disgusting as if they had forcibly stuffed each other's mouthfuls of cow dung.

Of course, in Mr. Filali's opinion, it is even more disturbing to be fed cow dung after happily feeding someone a lump of cow dung, so it is understandable that his mentality is unbalanced at this time.

After an absent-minded and boring interview, Hao Song and Anne Hall, followed by two heavily armed terrorists, returned to Christina's side room. From a distance, I saw that the two gatekeepers, who had been whipped with salt-soaked whips in the morning, were talking about something in their ears, and only when they noticed someone approaching did they stand on guard and pretend to be serious.

"I really deserve to be whipped by someone else!" Hao Song muttered in Chinese in a low voice, and soon he thought that no one here knew Chinese, and he couldn't complain with this kind of meme.

Shaking his head, he walked into the side hall and greeted Christina, who was sitting on the ground with long legs, "Yo! Good afternoon!

Christina, who was bored holding a bottle of drink in a daze, was first overjoyed, and then asked suspiciously: "Big/Grandma? What is that?" This title is called in Chinese, and Christina naturally can't understand it.

"Oh! This is the title used in ancient China to call the wife of the eldest brother. Hao Song explained calmly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Christina's panic was the same as when we first met in the morning, "Who's your eldest brother!No, I'm not your eldest grandmother!No! Is he still planning to marry a few wives?!" At this point, it is clear that some of the girl's thoughts have been exposed.

Hao Song showed a teasing expression with a wicked smile, and continued: "Angelina, what do you think?"

"How could he! What does it matter to me!" Christina noticed Hao Song's mean expression in the middle of speaking, and finally realized that she had been tricked, and twisted her slightly red face away angrily.

"Hey, sister-in-law has nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll be able to see Edward soon!" Hao Song said with a determined expression. Although everyone thought he was just doing a general comfort

["The more I deal with people, the more I like the spirits. They don't have so many dark thoughts. —Cesar Julius]