The commander car was holding the walkie-talkie in his hand on weekends. He wanted to tell these colleagues at the police station that the moment the room in Room 1 was opened, he might have thrown a grenade through the crack of the door. He also wanted to say more about the battle at the door when the general attack started, before the at-the-shelf people airborne down the rope and broke the window. He also wanted to tell them that the Mexicans were probably all undergoing military training.

It was nervous on the weekend.

He never thought that he would still be nervous after having had one after another and one desperate battle with the Mexicans.

That kind of strange thing, like a person who has never been afraid of unscrewing the accelerator vigorously when riding a motorcycle. When sitting behind others, he always wants to persuade him: "Slow down, I'm not in a hurry."

However, he didn't say a word in his mind because when he remembered the plan on the weekend, he had already explained the characteristics of the Mexicans very clearly, and he reminded the leaders of the Special Operations Bureau more than once to be careful about what to do.

The latest updates in the corridor were conveyed on the screen of the command car, and people had already begun to walk downstairs in groups at the stairs of the building. They were very abide by the rules. At this moment, no one dissatisfied with the old man walking in front of him too slowly, and no one complained about the Mexican woman holding the child. On the weekend, as the crowd walked out one by one along the stairs, and as the patrol officers on the other screen kept directing them to gather at the entrance of the corridor of the building to a safe place, he kept silently saying in his heart: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Matthew stared at the screen silently at this moment. It is unlikely that anyone would be calm in such an environment. If the Mexicans were alarmed in this second, throwing a grenade would become a scandal in the entire city of Los Angeles.

Matthew stretched out his hand for the weekend. He understood the other person's meaning on the weekend. When he put the intercom in the other person's hand, the deputy director carried the intercom and said, "Nick, I can see your movements, so you don't have to speak out. Now tell me, can you still be fast?"

On the screen, Nick, who was waving hard at the crowd, hoping that they would leave as soon as possible, turned his head and shook his head as he looked at the camera that had been installed.

Just in this second, Pablo, who was guarding the stairs with guns, suddenly widened his eyes!

He saw that the door of the room was loose, as if someone had twisted the door lock, and the door bounced slightly without the door lock on it. The rough man with South American descent decisively pulled the trigger without any defense!!

Bang, bang!

Two gunshots became very shocking in the corridor where the sound of the sound was very concentrated. Two bullets were nailed obliquely on the door of Room 1 and directly pierced two transparent holes. Two rays of sunlight were shot out directly from the transparent hole.

"ah!"

“f***man!”

Most of the residents who were frightened by the gunshots turned their heads and looked into the corridor, while others chose to scream. For a moment, the entire scene was completely in chaos. The special police's machine guns sounded almost continuously, and the bullets were shot out like the volleys carried out by a field shooting range at night. Almost everyone saw the fire that shot out the gun chamber and pierced the door like a meteor, and then disappeared.

"Don't be messed up!"

"Don't mess around!"

Nick shouted out loud in the gunshots, afraid that the fear brought to people by the guns would disturb these ordinary residents. In the case of rushing to escape, the trampling and casualties caused by chaos are also immeasurable.

Bang, bang!

At this time, Pablo held his pistol and stopped caring about the door that the special police were staring at, turned around and shot at the ceiling and shouted at everyone: "Calm down!"

"Listen! Hey, listen to me!" He roared hard, there was no need to keep quiet now.

Pablo tried his best to attract the attention of residents, so that ordinary residents who stopped shooting at gunpoint no longer pay attention to those special police who were blindly shooting to protect them said: "You are the Los Angeles police who have fought their lives in front of you and have to ensure everyone's safety. From this second, I will command every police officer guarding the corridor as the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department Sheriff, as the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Division, to order every police officer guarding the corridor to stand at the entrance of the corridor in a standing posture. Every person wearing the police badge here will use his body to block bullets for you, and our sacrifice is only for one thing. For the sake of you not being hurt! Do you understand? We are for you not being hurt!"

"If anyone leaves in such a situation, kicks someone's child in a hurry, or an elderly man who is nearly 70 years old, it's not that the police have not entered the duty to protect you, but that you are ignoring our lives!!!"

"Now!"

Pablo stared at him: "Nick. Take them away in order, remember what any unruly person looks like, and just coax it after going downstairs!"

This is not the time for laws and regulations, nor is it the time to explain how great disaster the stampede caused by panic has caused on the football field. This critical moment is to require a bad guy who is not afraid of being criticized afterwards and dares to stand up and shock everyone. Pablo accomplished this very well.

At the same time, there was no time to report on the weekend. At the moment when Matthew was holding the intercom and was about to say something, he grabbed the intercom and shouted anxiously: "Listen, everyone, everyone, except for the police officers who were guarding the cordon at the intersection, all the police officers, all the police officers, went to Building 19 to maintain order, and it is necessary to ensure that residents are safely evacuated without any casualties."

The same second he said this, he was stunned on the weekend. He seemed to have made a big mistake, for fear that Matthew would slow down his words and stole the leader's intercom and control.

The weekend was over. When I turned to look at Matthew again, I saw the deputy director reaching out and patting his arm as if nothing had happened: "Don't be nervous, sometimes you have to believe what I was about to say, exactly what you wanted to say, is it? Country cowboy."

This is the nickname Wood gave him when he first came to California. No one has called him for a long time. When Matthew said this, the right and wrong were judged immediately.

As a leader, Matthew is not only capable, but also capable, but also tolerant. This is the reason why he can stand firm in the Los Angeles Police Department for so many years. Office politics is not about you stole the limelight from the leader and suffered misfortune, but whether your purpose of stealing the limelight from the leader is for the overall situation or for yourself. In this situation where it is obviously for the overall situation, Matthew not only did not show any dissatisfaction, but also gave weekend encouragement.

call.

He let out a long sigh over the weekend. If the police station now asks him to hand over a paper titled "On the Necessity of a Good Leader", he probably doesn't have to think about it. He will write down the names of three people directly, Derek, Pablo, and Matthew.

After Matthew's mood stabilized over the weekend, he reached out and slowly grabbed the walkie-talkie from him: "Pablo, what did you give birth just now, I need your report now."

On the weekend, they did not see why the gunfights were fought in the surveillance screen. They just saw Pablo shooting first, and then the evacuated crowd showed a shocked look. This was because they were afraid of disturbing the Mexicans and did not install surveillance equipment in the entire corridor of the third floor. They just installed several simple cameras in the corridor of this old building. Even this was installed while everyone was sleeping in the early morning.

Pablo, Nick and another special police officer from the Special Operations Bureau blocked the not-so-wide entrance of the corridor with guns. Behind him was the crowd of people walking by. At that time, Matthew's voice came to his headphones, and he replied: "It's nothing. I saw the door of Room 1 move. I was afraid that these bastards would have noticed something, so I took the lead in firing."

Matthew Xun injected motivation into Pablo and said, "You did nothing wrong. If someone complained about the police shooting sloppy because you saved the lives of those Mexicans, I am willing to take all the responsibility for you. Pablo, now you must keep an eye on that door. I will not allow any gun to be poked until everyone is evacuated."

“yes private!”

Looking at Matthew on the weekend, he suddenly remembered Quinn. He had completely experienced the excitement of working with Matthew, who followed Quinn and Pablo and Matthew, who were simply experiencing the difference between heaven and hell.

"Private, New Mexico Police Department Patrolman Ian received an order to help evacuate the crowd."

Pablo looked at the voice. Seeing a young man in his early twenties who had just been a policeman for a year standing behind him and saluting, Pablo suddenly became angry and cursed: "Are you planning I let go of my pistol and give you a gift? Hurry up and help evacuate the crowd!"

“yes private!”

With Matthew's promise, Pablo became even tougher. Although he was just as rude in normal times, this was justifiable.

The joining of a large number of patrol police accelerated the entire process, and rumbling footsteps rang one after another in the corridor, and a large amount of good news was continuously transmitted to the command vehicle along the walkie-talkie: "Private, the evacuation of the sixth floor has been completed."

"The evacuation of the fifth floor of private r. has been completed."

"Private, the evacuation of the fourth floor has been completed."

Only one layer away, Pablo's hand holding the pistol was sweating, and no one wanted to get a bullet when he was watching the task complete.

"Pablo, implements the original plan. After everyone retreats, the special police at the door will control the possible shooting points in the house with a point shot. After three points shots, they will cease fire. Spider-Man, who has a rope hanging from the upstairs, is about to break the window!" Matthew quickly issued an order.

"Private, the third floor evacuation has been completed!"

This is the most critical report. As long as the third floor is evacuated, the police can completely let go.

At that time, all the special police were staring at the impact of the bullets in Room 1, and pushed it to the wall and bounced to the door shaking at the door. Everyone hoped that after the gunfire sounded, the special police responsible for breaking the window would enter the room and quickly clear the Mexicans in the room, and then everyone was happy.

On the weekend, he was holding the special police who had just evacuated the third floor residents to help him determine on the drawings which room had left, and no one was at home and marked the drawings. The drawings clearly marked, 7 and 4 no one was in the room.

But, No. 7, which was unattended at all, is located at the back of the middle section of the corridor. Once someone walks out, you can directly see the backs of the special police guarding the elevator. At this time, the door of Room 7 was followed by a "click" sound!

Opened (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!