East Houston Street, 10th Precinct.

The police in the police station suddenly heard the sound of horses.

They turned their heads in surprise and found a tall horse running in from inside the police station, particularly majestic, strong like a horse.

On horseback, sat an equally tall and muscular man.

Not to mention anything else, the skull mask is familiar to all police officers in New York.

"Chen Yigeng!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Grandpa is here!" ”

“……”

There was silence in the police station, and the needle drop could be heard.

All the police officers held their hands on the holsters, but no one dared to act rashly.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Winchester M1897 and swept his eyes over the audience: "Gentlemen, you have two ways to go today. First, the people who put the food truck gang. Second, I bloody the 10th Division. ”

No one answered.

The sound of leather shoes sounded, and the director of the New York City Police Department, Charles Brown, was born. G. Meyers sensed something was wrong and walked out.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, who was immediately swordsman, his body froze.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him: "Release people, or is there a river of blood?" ”

Charles S. G. Meyers said angrily: "You madman, cold-blooded bastard, shoot him for me......"

Rumble......

Zhao Chuanxin hugged Winchester M1897.

Charles S. G. Meyers flies upside down.

Flesh and blood on his chest are blurred.

Some people pulled out their guns, and some people stood still.

But still no one dared to shoot.

It is rumored that Chen Yigeng is invulnerable.

Seeing them cowardly, Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "The 35 police stations in New York have all taken off their armor, and none of them are men!"

Release people, or bloodbath the 10th Precinct? ”

The deputy director's voice trembled: "Release people!" ”

Several Jews were imprisoned here.

After they were released, they saw Zhao Chuanxin.

I blanched ......

These people were stunned.

The first time I saw someone so fierce that he broke into the police station single-handedly to dignitaries.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed around with Winchester M1897: "I don't care how you want it, but from today onwards, I will blatantly walk on the street." If any policeman dares to stop me, I will wash the police station where he belongs in blood! ”

With that, he turned the horse's head.

Even if their backs were exposed, no one dared to shoot.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and added: "What a few handfuls of the Imperial Constitutional Council, you can collect the money, and if you can spend it until the end of the rainy season, I will lose!" ”

A group of Jews looked at Zhao Chuanxin with feverish gazes.

After going out, someone asked, "Boss, let's go with you to save the other brothers." ”

"Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. You follow the nonsense, and hurry up to find Abraham to work and make money. ”

“……”

One person is sassy, and at most Zhang San, an algorithm fanatic.

A group of people chattered, and the nature changed.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the first sub-bureau.

The police here have long been aware of the rumors and have not only recalled all the people on the streets, but also transferred more than 50 police officers from the third and fifth substations.

The number of police officers here is six or seven hundred.

When Zhao Chuanxin's men and horses appeared nearby, someone shouted with a loudspeaker: "Chen Yigeng, put down your arms and surrender immediately......"

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

I didn't expect so many people.

Normally, most of the police officers in the police station have to patrol the streets, and the number of people left behind will not be too large.

He dismounted and patted Mishan on the neck: "Run away, and listen to my whistle later." ”

Boom Boom ......

Yoneyama ran away with a smile of fun.

Zhao Chuanxin ran and jumped up to five meters to the roof of the coffee shop.

There are two reasons why the First Precinct is so heavily armed.

First, Zhao Chuanxin had just collapsed the director of the 10th sub-bureau, and the director of the 1st sub-bureau was afraid.

The second is that the municipal building is not far behind them.

Zhao Chuanxin also wanted to go to the White House to meet Da Luo.

Now that he doesn't have the Devil's Crystal Glasses, he definitely won't go, but the brave entry into the New York Municipal Building is quite attractive.

But that's not the place for today.

He went up to the roof of the coffee shop and took advantage of the vantage point to take aim at Mosin Nagant.

Bang!

Not surprisingly, nothing hit.

Every time at this time, Zhao Chuanxin felt angry.

The corners of his mouth were foaming.

Ten successes went to six or seven percent.

He was forced to move from a ranged mage to a melee mage.

Seeing that the distance was too far to work, Zhao Chuanxin got up and ran towards the direction of the first sub-bureau on the roof.

As a result, the police who were waiting there lost their traces of him.

"What about people?"

"I didn't see it."

"Be on your guard."

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly fell from the sky.

Rumble!

The two policemen were beaten and leaned back.

Click, boom!

Bang, bang, bang......

The sound of shotguns, wheels, and rifles is filmed, and the melee begins.

"Fake, where did he come from?"

"Quick, kill him!"

Melee mage Zhao Chuanxin jumped directly into the bunker and shot in a circle.

After emptying the Winchester M1897, he covered his eyes with his arm after a barrage of bullets, making it almost impossible to shoot back.

"you!"

Zhao Chuanxin blocked the door, rushed towards a policeman, knocked it into the air, and rolled on the spot.

Grabbed the policeman on the ground and blocked him with his body, so he had to load his horse card and shoot forward on the side of the policeman's corpse.

In the French-Baroque Dartmouth Building, countless white-collar workers witnessed the shootout of the First Precinct in New York City.

The Dartmouth Building is less than 500 meters away from the First Precinct, and people with good eyesight can see clearly.

A man rushed into the encirclement of hundreds of policemen, and then chased a group of policemen to retreat inside the police station with a corpse on his head.

"Oh, Shet! Do I have eyes spent? ”

"No, you read that right, there's a guy attacking the police station."

Hundreds of police officers returned fire as they roamed.

The Madsen machine gun was not replenished, the Makqin had bullets but could not be erected in the barge, and Zhao Chuanxin's biggest killer weapons were the Winchester M1897 and the Ares M1907.

There is only one Ares M1907 magazine, which he intends to keep for critical moments.

Pushing the corpse forward with one hand, it is inconvenient to use the Winchester M1897, and it can only be advanced with a Continental picker.

He now wanted to force all the policemen into the police station, but there were too many of them, probably because the numerical advantage gave them confidence, and after leaving more than a dozen corpses, only a few dozen people retreated.

After Zhao Chuanxin emptied the five magazines, he burst into a loud cheer and charged forward with his hands holding the rotten corpse.

The white-collar workers in the Dartmouth building exclaimed at the same time.

The condescending perspective makes them very enjoyable to watch.

Who has ever seen a man charge hundreds of people?

Zhao Chuanxin relied on a momentum to break into the police team for the second time, and pulled out an elf carving knife to slash left and right.

The elven carving knife that can stretch up to two meters long has been slashed, and the human gun has been shattered.

The rainwater on the ground turned red and flowed slowly.

Even though the shock absorption effect of the resolute armor is excellent, but there are too many guns, there is always an inexhaustible strength, first of all, he began to numb with his left arm holding the door in front of him, and his elbow ached faintly.

The police force began to be chaotic.

Because the crowd was too dense, many people shot and accidentally injured their own people.

Littered with severed limbs, it was as if you had returned to a hellish ancient battlefield.

Finally, someone was scared of being killed by Zhao Chuanxin's peerless weapon, and shouted: "Withdraw to the police station!" ”

"Fake, the police were killed by that guy and left the police station."

"It's miserable, there are corpses all over the ground!"

"I'm blanching, look, even the ground is red!"

Zhao Chuanxin killed even his own eyes red, covered in blood, like a mad demon.

The last policeman to enter the police station happened to glance back, stared at Zhao Chuanxin's blood-red eyes, and suddenly felt a big death.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they all returned to the police station, and the gate was closed.

He smiled, and also retreated, found a position, and set up Makqin.

Inside the police station.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know, I can't see clearly."

"Everyone go to the window and shoot from the wall as cover."

"Call the other substations for help!"

As he spoke.

Tata Tata ......

The doors and windows were torn in an instant, and the skin of the exterior walls of the first substation seemed to have accelerated the years and peeled off quickly.

"Fack!"

"It's a heavy machine gun!"

A group of police officers were stunned.

Urban street fighting, what do you play Maxim?

There are those who look out of the window to observe, and their eyeballs are blown out by 7.92 caliber Mauser bullets.

The 100-round canvas bullet chain was successfully emptied, and Zhao Chuanxin suspended firepower.

He listened intently, but there was no movement in the police station.

If there is no movement, it means that they are all hiding, and there is no point in continuing to fire.

Without the perspective function, he couldn't see inside, so he lit a cigarette and lay down on the muddy ground to rest.

Anyway, his body was already covered in blood.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the door of the police station, and someone came out trembling with a white cloth on a mop.

"Chen Yigeng, don't fire, I'm here to negotiate."

Inside the Dartmouth Building.

"Damn Fake, look, New York City's No. 1 Precinct has surrendered with a white flag......"

"What?"

The crowd looked down in disbelief.

This is perhaps the first and last time in history that the NYPD will raise a white flag.

Zhao Chuanxin turned over and lay on his stomach, raised his eyes, and replied lazily: "What are you talking about?" ”

"We decided to release them."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Isn't it right to release people?" Originally, those people didn't break the law, but you collected black money. ”

"Let's release people, can you leave?"

"Can't!"

"Why?" The man over there, with anger in his tone.

He felt a little embarrassed.

Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?

When the rescue team comes over and makes you dumplings, can you still be arrogant?

There are tens of thousands of police officers in New York, can you beat them?

If you kill 10,000 pigs, you will also cut them until you are soft.

Zhao Chuanxin said indifferently: "It's the same as you collecting money to arrest innocent people, for fun." ”

In fact, he still has something to do with them, but it's not yet time.

"You ......"

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot according to the sky.

Bang.

The man craned his neck and quickly retreated.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw a large team of rushing police officers in the distance.

He grinned.

The shrunken turtle can't be beaten, and the outcropping turtle never runs.

Here Makqin also confiscated, and set up another one on the opposite side.

Tata Tata ......

The police, who had just arrived to help, immediately ran away.

When they received a call for help, they learned that there was only one enemy in mind.

Now it seems that this man is playing the trick of encircling the point and sending reinforcements.

One person surrounds the point to send reinforcements, is it okay?

(End of chapter)