The tradition of "gentlemen" who had been on police duty without guns for more than 200 years in John Bull's house was extremely fair to both sides of the exchange of fire in a corner of Oxfordtown, with Judy and Hawley barricaded in a grocery store, and the British policeman of the late nineteenth century who barricaded them inside, among those who had mastered the essence of human stroke.

The advantage of a fake cop in the house is that you can stay safe as long as you guard one door, while a real cop outside the house is better because you are outnumbered and have plenty of ammunition.

The crackling and lively offensive finally came to an end after Judy was shot in the character, and Hawley, who had found a rolling pin from nowhere, began to call for reinforcements through the walkie-talkie again.

"Wall, you damn road idiot, Oxford is so big, how long are you going to make a detour?" Being hit by a ricocheting in the calf made Hawley very emotionally unstable.

"You'd better look at the illegal buildings and debris piled up on the street here, and then complain, I think it's a miracle that the bumper of the car hasn't rubbed off until now!" Wall's reply heralded that reinforcements were far away.

"Calm down, British! We've seen the silly hats on guard around the perimeter, and soon the elite squad from the FSB will be taking you out of the way. At this point, the mystery man cut into Holly's communication channel.

Excuse me, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding of the FSB, what kind of reputation is your own in the field of rescuing hostages, and you don't have a little bit of a reputation in your heart, why are you embarrassed to calm us down?

To tell the truth, if the FSB action team that is rushing to the house doesn't blow up their home, Judy and Hawley will be even more panicked.

Shooting against the gang of human strokes outside the door, we only need to gamble on character to avoid stray bullets, but as a trapped person who wants to survive in front of the FSB rescue team, I'm afraid you have to learn anything to avoid those booming bombs.

"Judy, I think my Chinese name should be Chen Xuan, if you can survive, remember to have them engrave this name on the memorial to the victims." Hawley said pessimistically.

"Hey, Hawley, ahhh Well, don't believe the unreliable rumors, the FSB is not as bad as they say it is......" Judy comforted.

Rumble! Before Judy could finish her sentence, a rocket with a trailing tail flame exploded in front of the grocery store without warning.

The furious energy caused by the explosion directly swept a cat into the store with a cat outside the door of the grocery store, and the shattered glass and bits and pieces of air waves that were shattered by the shock wave were sprinkled on Judy and Hawley, who were hiding behind the counter.

"Phew! Bah! So the rumors are true, they really did it with the hostages! Hawley said as he spat out the dirt that poured into his mouth.

“F*ck you！ Are you in a hurry? How much effort does it take to shout Fire in the hole? Judy shouted into the walkie-talkie on her shoulder after stabbing the British policeman who had been thrown in with her pistol.

"Ahem, ahem, I'm sorry, ma'am. The wind direction suddenly changed, and the RPG was a little bit, uh, cough, cough. Be hidden, we're in! On the other end of the radio came a slightly embarrassed answer from the FSB team.

“Are you kidding? RPG？ Judy's eyes widened as she opened Holly beside her.

"Remember, let them engrave Chen Xuan on the memorial to the victims." Hawley's face was full of expressions.

Da and Hawley had just crouched down when the sound of machine gun fire came from outside the door. Then a furious metal storm swept through the small grocery store, scorching bullets piercing the wooden walls and frantically crashing into the store's bottles and cans.

Although they knew that this kind of modern machine gun, which has a rate of fire of several hundred rounds per minute, quickly ran out of a box of ammunition, Judy and Hawley felt as if time had been frozen while lying under the barrage, and this torment of not knowing whether they would be hit by a stray bullet in the next second made the two of them almost collapse.

Sawdust and shards of glass fell like snowflakes on a winter day, and Judy clenched Hawley's hand, whose face was pale and her lips trembled, in order to give the man who had just been hit by a stray bullet a little psychological comfort.

It was as if after a century of suffering in this kind of percathing, Judy felt that the strafing had stopped, as if someone was shouting "Clear!" in English with a strong vodka flavor. and "All clear! ”。

"Hey, are you all right?" A man wrapped in heavy armor asked.

"Sir, please allow me to touch the parts of my body before I answer." Judy gasped.

"Ma'am, your parts are much stronger than you think, I mean if you don't have silicone." Sergey, who was carrying an RPD light machine gun under his hand, suddenly drove on.

"Get out! As far as you guys are RPG and RPD, even if the old lady puts on the titanium plate, it is not strong! Judy replied.

"Well, if you weren't hurt, those sissies seem to have blown up something important to the British at Oxford, and the town's police are going crazy!" Sergey said.

"Wow, I have a headache! Why are you still involved in the CIA, aren't you guys enough to make a fuss? Hawley, who had just recovered a little blood, heard that the CIA was also involved, and the whole person was not good again.

At this time, on the other side of the town, Niko and her party, who were mistaken for the CIA action team, stumbled through the town with a team of policemen as if they had made a mocking move.

"Add, put on some music, let's get dry!" Seeing the policemen behind her on horseback and in ancient convertible cars, Niko felt a little excited.

"As you wish, Boss!" Eddie pressed the button, and immediately the carriage was filled with the screams of heavy metal rock.

Hansen, who shook his head, set up a bulletproof metal shield at the rear of the carriage, while Eddie, a dry chai, kicked open the double doors at the rear of the carriage and then flashed into the cover of the tower shield.

"Bye-bye, donuts!" As he spoke, Eddie extended the fuse of the dynamite to the burning cigar in Hansen's mouth.

If the FSB madmen had to explode in order to prevent the hostile forces from controlling the hostages and causing themselves to fall into a passive situation of throwing rat traps, then these crazy people who are now swinging their bodies with heavy metal rocks are outright violent for the sake of violence.

The explosives thrown by Eddie were not deliberately aimed at the police who were chasing them, or rather, the dog X was simply out to create more chaos.

Maddy, who had infiltrated every cell, threw out the cluster explosives in his hand almost when the fuses were about to burn out, and the shock wave caused by the explosives that exploded on the ground was more cathartic along the narrow street.

Even Eddie, who was throwing explosives, was blown to the bone by the oncoming wave of air, and it is conceivable that the police, who were closer to the center of the explosion, encountered a tragic scene.

Behind the Ford Transit, there were crumbling shop signs, burning wood, collapsed walls, and screaming crowds fleeing in all directions, and the pursuit party that had just been driving like a train was getting farther and farther away from Neko, and the explosives thrown by Eddie had created a road that was extremely unsuitable for driving and riding.

"Well, the real British cops aren't much smarter than the clones." Eddie pulled the cigar out of Hansen's mouth and took a hard breath.

"Add, turn off that damn heavy metal rock and listen to the British's communication channels." Niko said as she snatched the cigar that Eddie had just received from Hansen.