Today is Jess on his first day at the London Police Headquarters in Victoria Embankment, and to celebrate his departure from the small police station in the slums to work in the "New England Field", he bought a bottle of wine and a veal steak to celebrate his promotion with his family last night.

Although there was no change in the rank of Jace who came to New Scotland Yard from that small police station, he and his family agreed that he would often have the opportunity to interact with the detectives and be promoted.

The ambitious Jace even refused his new boss's offer to give him two days off, and hurried to the Metropolitan Police to report to work.

Obviously, today is not a good day to start, although I know that working at Scotland Yard will inevitably encounter some big scenes, but the current situation of being machine-gunned by a group of madmen is obviously not within Jace's range.

Jace knew that it had not been peaceful lately, which was why the Metropolitan Police Department had drawn capable police forces from various grassroots police stations to the headquarters, and it was said that the Admiralty had even thrown the large iron chain that had been used to stop the Dutch invasion two hundred years ago into the Thames.

But the Metropolitan Police headquarters, located in the heart of London, was slapped in the face, and the surprise of most people.

A fat colleague shivering beside Jace kept muttering that he was going to the Tang Settlement after work to find the kind of old man with sunglasses to divinate himself.

If I had the opportunity to go to divination, I would have been lying at home a long time ago, who likes to come here and eat guns? Jace grumbled inwardly. However, the next scene convinced him that if he could foresee, he would definitely be willing to give up the job of a police officer with a stable income!

The gunfire outside the building continued unabated, and not long ago small explosions could be heard from the upper floors. A police officer rushed to Jace's large office and shouted orders to all those who had served in the service to go to the gun depot and collect their weapons.

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion in the hall, and with a loud bang, the air wave with many fragments directly knocked the police officer who was standing at the door shouting loudly to the ground.

Oh, God! Is this a rebellion? Even if the machine gun strafes, why did you still use infantry guns? Jaceli, who had served in the Army, immediately fell to the floor under his desk immediately after the first "shelling".

Then the police department's office hall was shelled several times, and Jace estimated that most of the police officers who first responded to the call to fight back against the attackers went to heaven.

Crunch, crunch, crunch! No sooner had the intense tinnitus from the shockwave subsided than Jace heard the sound of boots stomping on shards of glass outside the office.

The police officer who had been swept over by the wave of air before was wielding a handful of Smith. Wesson's revolver struggled to its feet, and was then knocked down by two more bullets fired from outside the door.

At this time, Jace, who was lying on the floor, finally saw the culprit who carried out the attack - a group of crazy people with "medieval steel helmets"!

Even though the blood from the fat co-workers was almost up to his nose, Jace remained motionless as he watched the lunatics enter the office under the cover of a paint-smeared half-man tower shield.

Through the slits of the steel mask, Jace felt the heart-shattering glare in the eyes of the madmen, and he knew that the slightest hint of survival would invite him to shoot wildly.

A madman armed with a strange rifle looked around and then retreated into the formation covered by a tower shield, and after he shouted in Russian, the other lunatics left the office. Jace had dealt with the Russian thieves in the slums, and he guessed the man seemed to be shouting "clear." No matter what he shouted, his life should be saved!

Outside the police department, police officers from all districts poured in, so much so that more than a dozen British police officers wearing black lightning rod caps were crowded into the corner where Johnny and Joel were hiding.

"Gentlemen, they are changing the ammunition of the machine guns, and we rush over with those colleagues who have guns!" In the interval between the two 6P41s for a while, one of the policemen immediately began to agitate Johnny and the British police around them.

Rush over? Brother, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about the madman of the big Mao FSB, right? Don't think that if you paint the bulletproof shield, they will be transformed! Is it safe to change bullets? Do you believe it or not, those lunatics will give you a few defensive grenades to try?

"My wife is still young!"

"My child is still young!"

Hearing the officer's clamour, Joel and Johnny suddenly got into action and directly dressed themselves as two chicks who had experienced a big scene for the first time. Let's wear a lightning rod, don't just go over and spread rumors!

After all the tricks of moving out the threat and writing down the sirens failed, the officer gave up trying to urge Johnny and Joel to attack, and rushed to the bus with the cops that had stopped spewing flames for the time being.

Two loud bangs followed, and Joel's face was covered in pieces of flesh splattered from the death-charging police.

"Rub! Actually use a defensive grenade! Joel said after spitting on the ground.

"Shit! I knew they were going to take some big bombs with them wherever they went!" Johnny's expression at this time was clearly saying, don't think that I don't know you when I change into a vest.

The fierce exchange of fire not only attracted the nearby police, but also the Frank team, which had been waiting for a signal to move, rushed over after hearing the news.

"Johnny, is that what you mean by keeping a low profile?" Frank said as he looked at the mess in front of the police department.

"Come, come, come! It's still too late to place a bet, the FSB crazy people just rushed in, do you want to buy Zhu Han dead or buy him alive? Joel said to Frank.

“TF？ How can you meet those crazy people everywhere you go! Is it the centaurs of the Green Paint Zone? Even the reckless Frank no longer had illusions about Zhu Han's safety.

"Maybe like us, we're all traversers who can't get in touch with the Green Paint Zone. They may have read the code in The Times, after all, there is a clone planted in their hands on our side in the Donbass. Johnny said.

In the short time when everyone was farting and chatting, the madmen who were responsible for blocking reinforcements at the entrance of the police department also began to retreat to the police hall in an orderly manner.

"I think I see those madmen dragging an iron box, God bless the British!" Frank told his companions about the FSB's new movements.

"Iron box? What a big iron box? Joel asked.

"Well, it's the same size as the kind of box they use in Donetsk to hold cloudburst bombs!" Frank said.

“F*ck！ Let's withdraw! Johnny scolded.

Far from the line of fire, Johnny seemed to hear the cheers of the British, presumably thinking that he had squeezed the enemy into the building.

The morale of the British was rising after more policemen armed with rifles arrived, especially after some of the officers inside the Metropolitan Police Department occupied several balconies and explained to the people outside that they were organizing a counterattack.

The front and back doors of the police hall were surrounded by reinforcements, and despite the huge losses they had suffered, the British felt that they had ushered in the dawn of victory.

Rumble! With a loud bang, a thick stone wall on the side of the police department building collapsed, and before the smoke and dust cleared, a group of crazy people wearing steel helmets walked out of the collapse in an orderly manner.

The British, who were blocking the front and back doors of the police department, were stunned, this Nima still has such a coquettish operation, can't you take the ordinary road?

The British had to leave their makeshift fortifications and attack the collapse instead, rifles against AK-12s and 6P41s were not pleasing in the first place, and the Nima was filled with the clanging of bullets hitting the shield of the half-man tower, which made the British feel the despair of being abandoned by God.

After successfully suppressing the fire, several wagons came to the collapse on the side of the police department, and the madmen calmly boarded the carriage and left in style.

According to some eyewitnesses, it is sad that the madmen put a man on his back! This may have been the only result of Scotland Yard's counterattack by bringing together most of London's police.

Reluctantly, some of the policemen pursued the wagons in the direction of the madmen's flight after they had left the collapse. Then they had one of the most violent explosions of the day, and it was said that even the House of Lords received a shock from the ground.

"Phew, looks like Metropolitan Police has to find a new location!" Joel watched from a distance as an orange-red cloud was rising over New Scotland Yard.

"Johnny, Brand asked if we needed long-range strike support?" Joel leaned over and said.

"What about the telegraph? Show me! Johnny said.

"There is no telegraph, our radio equipment is ready to use."

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