"Generous gifts."

Seeing the group rushing upstairs, Peterson said excitedly, "We need to stop this, we can't let them turn this place into a battlefield." ”

The movement of these gang members going upstairs can be heard from afar.

Burgess was also speechless at the actions of those people.

Even if you come to retaliate, don't be so blatant, because you are afraid that the Salvadorans will not know that someone has attacked.

The floors above were as dead silent.

The black rumbling windows seemed to erupt flames at any moment.

"How to stop it?"

Burgess said excitedly: "Don't forget, there are only two of us, wait a minute, support will arrive soon." ”

"Scare them." Peterson had an idea:

"If they don't dare to do anything, we can buy a little time for the arrival of support."

"Huh."

As soon as the words fell, he ran straight out of the bushes.

"Don't."

Burgess stretched out his hand anxiously, and only found a handful of dead leaves.

"Chicago Police." Peterson ran a few steps forward and yelled at the apartment building, "You're surrounded, lay down your arms and surrender at once." ”

The chaotic sound of going upstairs suddenly stopped.

A cold wind blew, and between several apartment buildings, there was a whining ghost cry.

"Bang."

A crisp gunshot rang out, and the warm liquid splashed into the snow, as bright red as a winter plum tree.

Burgess's body trembled violently, his fingers clenching the leaves, and he watched in despair as a cloud of blood rose up on Peterson's neck.

This gunshot sounded like a command.

Throughout the apartment building, gunfire rang out like firecrackers, and birds in several surrounding apartment buildings were frightened, dropping a piece of bird droppings and flapping their wings and rushing into the sky.

"The officer was shot."

Burgess pressed the walkie-talkie and shouted, and then rushed forward, regardless of the danger.

"Hold on."

She shouted anxiously, grabbed Peterson's bulletproof vest, and dragged it backwards with all her might.

On the snow, there was a long trail of blood.

Thanks to the fact that the people in the apartment building have already clashed, she has the risk of dragging Peterson behind a tree.

"Boom~"

Peterson's body was convulsing, and his mouth was choking blood from time to time.

His neck was torn and blood was flowing.

"Even-bought karma!" Burgess's palm stretched out quickly, pressing the wound tightly: "It's okay, you'll be fine." ”

"Main station, the police officer was shot."

"Ambulance, arrange !! immediately"

The last sentence was almost screamed into the walkie-talkie.

"Smack."

Peterson raised his hand and grabbed Burgess hard, trying to hold it down together to keep the blood from flowing too fast.

But to no avail, the wound is too big.

The warm liquid will soon soak the palms of the two people in red.

"Boom~"

The sound of manic engines sounded, accompanied by shrill sirens.

Vehicles glowing with blue light rushed in with clumps of dead grass and then came to a halt.

"Don't stop!"

The Range Rover's window was lowered and it rushed forward with a roar: "Ethan, Olinsky, Russec and Atwater, you four in a team." ”

"For the rest, follow me."

Hank observes the environment and makes a decision in the nick.

Driving straight over to the two staircases is the safest decision.

Get out of the car and hike forward, that's a live target.

Ethan glanced at the helpless Burgess, made sure she was okay, and then slammed down the accelerator, and the Ford Interceptor lunged forward again, directly under the apartment building.

The vehicles behind also followed one after another.

"Those who disobey orders." Hank stopped the car, he heard the gunshots exploding upstairs and yelled, "Just shoot." ”

Now there are police officers who are shot, and they are always carried out according to the most forceful means.

And according to the information reported by Burgess, in the apartment building, there are also small twenty people, and there are only seven of them now, and there is no way to do things without thunder means.

"Got it."

Everyone responded and jumped out of the car in full gear.

Atwater and his own car, and Ollinsky's vehicle also rushed to the side.

After he and Rusec ran over, Ethan strode up the bare staircase with an assault rifle, and the dense spots of light on the upper floor made him cautious.

The people behind also formed a battle formation and quickly followed.

The guns in their hands were all erected and pointed diagonally upward.

"Shiba..."

"Bang."

Rusek was about to scream when a skull fell and tumbled down the stairs.

When he saw what it was, his scalp tingled.

"Huh."

Ethan kicked around the corner of the stairs and leaned over to look up.

Just opposite a person's gaze, three floors apart, you can see the eyes full of murderous intent, and above the eyebrows, there is a string of Latin letter tattoos.

That man was Hector, and I saw him flick his arm and a clear spring swimming.

Good guys, no wonder the forensic guy last night didn't recognize him.

In Hector's hand, he was holding a long sword.

Without saying a word, Ethan immediately raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew up from the gap in the corridor.

"Bang bang."

There were a lot of bullets that hit the edges and corners of the stairs, flying pieces of cement.

Hector's reaction was also extremely fast, he quickly retracted, and the next moment, the barrel of a submachine gun poked out, and it also hit down.

Bullets whistled down, and Ethan hurriedly ducked.

The other three also scrambled close to the wall, avoiding the range they could attack through the gaps in the stairs.

If you don't hide, you can't do it, the current situation is too scary.

The whole building was filled with gunfire and roars.

"Chicago cops, put your guns down." Ethan yelled at the top.

He was met with more violent gunfire.

I don't know what kind of medicine these gang members have taken or what kind of stimulation they have received, just like trapped beasts, they are fighting frantically on it.

In that case, he's not welcome.

Carrying the AR15, he jumped quickly in the stairwell, and at the staircase on the third floor, gunshots came from both sides.

There was an old black, crouching around the corner.

"Bang."

Gu Tou ignored his head, and a bullet took him away directly.

There were nine people on this level, and they were all hiding in the room, poking their heads out and firing two shots from time to time.

"Bang dang."

A black guy flew into the hallway following Ethan's movements.

Lean against the corner, turn your head, and close your eyes.

"Bang."

After a loud bang and a bright light, several screams rang out.

Quickly turned over and went out, and by this time, there were already three corpses lying in the corridor.

His steps were swift, and he swooped towards the place where the light had gathered, and in a bare room, three old black turbans, carrying pistols and scurrying like headless flies.

"Bang bang."

The butt of the gun shook wildly over the shoulder.

Two shots in the chest, one shot in the head, everyone has a share, and it will never fail.

(End of chapter)