Gulu.

The sound of something rolling on the ground came from the ground, and the sound of marbles from the roof that could always be heard in a ghost movie but could never find the reason. But this sound and the corridor that had just quietly fell from the gunshots can attract everyone's attention.

When the special police officers leaning against the wall next to the elevator in a kneeling posture turned their heads and looked at the sound, they did not see the weirdness of the 'the sound of marbles from the roof'. What they saw was a more intuitive danger that they had no time to hide.

A military-style grenade rolled on the ground. The rolling trajectory of the grenade was like an unconventional arc ball thrown by a guy who had just learned to bowl. He began to turn around at the center of these special police. Then, a swat member stared at the route of the grenade with his eyes. He lowered his head and saw the grenade rolling to his feet, hitting the wall and bounced back slightly...

The fire suddenly surged without warning, and then the explosion came. In the deafening explosion, before every special police officer was blown away by the air waves, they saw the brother who had trained with him being squeezed into pieces under the tearing of irregular airflow.

Nick was stunned. He first saw the special police kneeling on the grenade and was directly blown to pieces. A stream of blood was thrown on the wall in the broken corpse. Then, as the fire was rushing straight to the roof, he watched with his own eyes the special police rushed forward under the impact within the explosion range. At that time, the entire corridor was filled with holes and shrapnel. He didn't even have time to hear the sound of his companions, but he was squeezed by a huge force and directly hit the stairs handrail behind him from the entrance of the corridor. The stairs handrail was directly flipped back and forth.

"what happened!"

"Pablo!"

"Nick!"

"Who**** will tell me what the hell is going on??!!"

Matthew stood up directly in the command car. When he heard the explosion sound, he could no longer sit still. Then he opened the car door in an instant with the walkie-talkie. Under the strong vibration, he looked up at the shattered glass fragments falling from the building like rain.

"These idiots!"

"asshole!"

When Matthew was furious, he probably didn't even know who he was scolding. When he turned around and walked back to the command car, he just vented his temper and scolded: "The two teams can't even defend one of the doors, so why are they still policemen!"

"Not 301." He was not arguing on the weekend. He had to find a solution as quickly as possible. "Our people have already blocked the door of the 301. In this case, no matter where the figure on the door sways, they will be shot by the special police. Remember? We agreed before we made a plan that because the situation is very dangerous, the people who perform the mission can decide whether they need to shoot. Why do they still let the Mexicans throw grenades from the 301? If they want to throw grenades out, they will definitely be shot dead, and then they will be bombed."

The drawing was unfolded over the weekend. Almost every time I thought, he immediately said: "It was these two special police rooms that were sure that there was no one. The Mexican fooled us with a calm attitude when someone knocked on their door. When we evacuated the crowd and completely relaxed our defense, we caught us off guard!"

Bang.

Matthew threw the intercom directly on the console, got up and walked out of the car. When he approached the eight special police officers who risked their lives to help evacuate residents, namely members of the reserve team downstairs, waved his fists vigorously.

bump!

The beaten policeman covered his cheek and leaned against the wall, lowered his head and said silently. Matthew beside him could not suppress his anger and scolded: "Isn't there no one upstairs? Didn't you fucking say there is no one left!!"

Matthew, who originally planned to deal with these Mexicans, was completely messed up by the sudden explosion, which made him unable to suppress it and start to get angry. It was at this time when he shouldn't get angry the most.

He did not calculate how much damage the command space left under the impulse would cause to the special police and detectives in the corridor, nor did he expect what an amazing decision he made on the weekend in this command space.

"No. 1 Sniper Report, the window breaking operation must be stopped immediately. After the explosion in Room 301, four muzzles popped up from the bedroom, toilet, and kitchen, aiming at the window. I can only see the muzzles, and I can't see their location. Repeat..." No. 1 Sniper looked at the roof of the supermarket behind, looking at the room where the curtains should have been pulled but were shattered by the explosion, causing the curtains to float out of the window, and his heart was raised to his throat.

I heard a report in the command car on the weekend. He clearly remembered that the No. 1 sniper was aiming at the living room of Room 301. He really couldn't see the situation in the room in his position. He grabbed the intercom and shouted at the intercom at such a critical moment: "Listen, all snipers, immediately search for the locations of the two rooms 307 and 304. I need to know the situation in those two rooms."

In the corridor, black smoke rolled. The smoke and dust after the explosion mixed into a very blurred vision area. At that time, the door of 307 opened again. A man wearing a black T-shirt with his hands stuck in a black T-shirt with his hair that had just grown out was poking out his muzzle and half of his head.

Da da da da da.

mp5 spit out flames in his hand. After leaning out, the man immediately locked the special policeman who was lying on the ground nearest to him. He didn't care whether the special police had been stabbed into the internal organs by shrapnel. The second he saw the person, he aimed almost mechanically and then pulled the trigger. Three bullets flew out of the muzzle, and the first bullet directly pierced a bloody hole in the back of the special policeman lying on the ground. Then the other two passed the special policeman's body due to recoil problems and landed on the floor and on the foot line by the wall.

"ah……"

Nick slowly climbed up on the stairs with his ears in one hand, holding a pistol in the other hand. The soreness from the edges of the stairs made him feel uncomfortable when he did any movement. But he still stubbornly climbed up. When he squatted in the undulating stairs and looked at the corridor through the gaps of the railings under the stair railings, he happened to see a foggy black smoke and dust. The fog-like figure was shooting at the special police. The fire at the muzzle was very bright in such an environment.

In that second, Nick fucked the pistol regardless of accuracy and immediately fired in an environment with such a bad vision!

Touch, touch!

Glock 22 shook violently in the air twice. The first shot Nick shot was only accurate and hit the wall in front of 307. The second bullet was gone. Fortunately, the guy carrying mp5 was forced back by the bullet and he retreated from the door. Nick took the opportunity to shout: "wake-up!!"

“no!!!”

Nick's voice echoed in the corridor. Some special police officers who did not faint and had only slightly injured began to get up, but before they could pick up their guns and aim at them, the door of the 304 room, which was two households behind 301, suddenly opened. This time, no one threw military grenades out, and a mp5 and an ak47 exposed the muzzle by the wall. In the same second, Nick opened his mouth and took a deep breath and lowered his head. He hid behind the stairs and couldn't straighten his waist at all!

Da da da da da da da da da!

Da da!

Da da!

Strike!!!

Under the aimless strafing, Nick's ears were filled with the sound of "puff" when the bullet vest was hit. This muffled sound seemed to be even more depressing when the bullet hit the wall.

"week!"

"week!!"

“We need support, ****, need, ******* support!!!”

My body was trembling when I held the walkie-talkie on the weekend!

He couldn't see what happened at the scene. In the command car, he could only see Nick squatting in the lower stairs, bent down, lowered his head, pulled his neck, and shouted with heartache than everyone on the scene.

"What happened, Nick!" asked on the weekend without showing his emotions.

"304,307 are all Mexicans, all ******* is Mexi! Brother! People! Have you heard clearly, bastard!"

"They are slaughtering our people, our colleagues who are stunned by grenades!!!"

It was impossible to imagine what scene could make Nick say these words on the weekend, but the sound that came into his ears forced him to make a judgment.

"Sniper No. 4 found two gunmen at the door of 304. It has been locked, repeated, locked... Wait, Sniper No. 4 reported that a guy in room 304 was tied to a chair, suspected to be a hostage, repeated, Sniper No. 4 saw a guy in room 304 tied to a chair, suspected to be a hostage."

In a third-floor roof parking lot behind Building 19, a sniper and his assistant were looking at everything in room 304 in the scope and telescope. The reason they could see clearly was not that there were no curtains in room 304. He was like sniper No. 1. He saw these because the grenade just now fell down the door of the room. After the grenade was knocked down the door of the room, the curtains began to float outward along the windows that were shattered. However, the sniper was set at this position to prevent the Mexicans from escaping from the windows of Room 301.

"Sniper No. 4 reported that two Mexicans were shooting into the corridor at the door of Room 304. Two other Mexicans were hiding in the toilet and bedroom, aiming at the window, and guarding against Spider-Man entering the window at any time...Sniper No. 4 requested orders!"

What order did he ask for?

What they requested was to kill two Mexican gunmen in the command vehicle regardless of the life of the hostage, because at this moment, they were struggling for the scene they saw and imagined. In this case, anyone could imagine how the swat members in the corridor suffered.

"Sniper No. 3 locks the position of a gunman in Room 307. The gunman leans against the wall at the door and can shoot at any time and at any time!!!"

All snipers saw the same reason for the indoor situation, and their mood was the same, but they did not think that what they were suffering from at this weekend was the choice of the lives of hostages and police officers. The reports were like pushing him step by step to the edge of the cliff, and he had no ability or power to ignore the lives of any of them.

"Shoot." There was no explosion on the weekend, and these two words that were so heavy that they were said in silence.

"Please repeat the command."

I don’t know which sniper said such a bastard on the weekend, and this sentence hit his lung tube: “I fucking said, shoot, shoot! shoot!!”
Chapter completed!