"Private, Nick, he is dead."

When I heard this on the weekend, I was muted. He had a good relationship with Nick. This black man who was not bad and didn’t talk much was so honest that he was so honest that he rose in the Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department that he was not afraid of the impact of Sha Zhan’s position and looked at him differently. He is the most trusted Sha Zhan in the entire department, because no matter whether you are late or leave early, the attendance form will definitely record your workload all day. In addition to annual leave, sick leave, and casual leave, this is how the entire Anti-Black and Anti-Drug Department has the highest attendance rate in the Police Detective Department!

But, he is dead...

The big black man standing behind him pushing a wheelchair died. When there was no case, he would always sit on his desk and secretly glance at the weathering team (anti-pornography) and the person who pretended to be fine when he was watching him, would never appear in the public office area again.

I bent down on the weekend, but I never thought that I would face this result when I entered the command car for the first time.

"F-fat."

At the corner of the street, F-force detectives led by Justin began to enter the scene in large numbers. Behind them, they were also armed with weapons and fully equipped members of the Special Operations Department. These people were wearing camouflage uniforms of the US Army and carrying the most advanced weapons in their hands. They rushed over one by one with well-trained one by one.

"Deputy Director Matthew." Justin shouted in the distance, then trotted all the way toward Matthew's location.

Matthew stuffed the walkie-talkie in his hand into the weekend's hand and walked over without saying a word. When he stood opposite Justin, a word that penetrated his ear touched the Nebula: "Sir Deputy Director, we are ordered to help you."

"Help us? How to help? Let our people withdraw, throw the bodies of the injured and companions there, and then you will take over? Do you know how many policemen are lying in this building? Do you know where I have covered my wounds and gritted my teeth, waiting for me to save him!"

Justin didn't care about Matthew, who was obviously angry, and he spoke in a bad tone. He tried to put away his temper and responded: "Sir, we should go up. We have information. What is inside is the most elite troops among the desert ants. Each of them was the elite in the Mexican military..."

"You mean that you didn't notify the police station when there was intelligence, but were drinking coffee in the headquarters office and waiting for this to turn into a terrorist attack?"

Matthew was really popular, but he had no impulse to these group of sluts. He lowered his chin and turned his eyes outward and said, "The police station doesn't need your help. We can handle this case by ourselves." With a wave of his hand, he said to the two patrol officers next to him: "The detectives who sent sluts to leave the scene."

Justin didn't expect Matthew to be so inhumane: "Sir Deputy Director, do you have to call me?"

"Above?" Matthew stretched out his index finger and pressed it directly on Justin's forehead: "No matter who comes here today, this must be the scene of the Los Angeles Police Department. Even if the governor and the President come together, I will throw away this uniform and invite them out. I said!"

In terms of combat experience, the Special Operations Bureau of the Police Department is no worse than the Special Operations Bureau of the F. They usually train these things, but suddenly caught off guard and directly disrupted all the plans of the authorities, because the authorities even reserve plans are customized around 301 one room!

This blow temporarily put the police's command system in a state of paralysis. No one was born cold-blooded to keep exploding. In the world where death news came, you can clearly change your plans at any time. Even if you calm down your mind and calm down your mind, it will take enough time.

For example, now.

I saw the equipment of the special operations personnel of the F-force Special Operations Department on the weekend. They had to hang two things similar to grenades, one of which was tear gas. The other, anyone with a little common sense knew, was called a flash bomb. Because the flash bomb produced strong light by burning magnesium or potassium during the explosion, it obstructed the opponent's sight and did not explode shrapnel, it was widely used in hostage rescue cases. This thing can generate 170-180 decibels of noise within a radius of 1.5m. What's even more amazing is that it can also create strong light of 60000000 to 80000000. If these data are directly converted into damage value, then a flash bomb can directly cause the enemy to lose combat effectiveness in a small range of 20㎡, causing temporary blindness, deafness, tinnitus and even inner ear damage. Untrained people may be directly shocked, which makes it more blinding bullets and fainting bullets.

So, where are the Mexicans hiding?

According to the sniper's report, these guys are hiding in the toilet, bedroom, and kitchen!

Thinking of this, I picked up the walkie-talkie on the weekend and said, "Everyone is calm down. From now on, all the special police guards are waiting for orders!"

"Sniper, report the location of the Mexicans."

He was waiting anxiously with the walkie-talkie on the weekend. Next to him was Matthew who was confronting the f-command. Now every policeman was like Matthew. He wanted to pull out the group of Mexicans and cut them out one by one, and no one wanted to let outsiders interfere.

"Private, Sniper No. 1 report, Room 301 has not taken action after the explosion, they are still in place."

"No. 2 Sniper Report, no one fled outside the window behind the building."

"Sniper No. 3 reported that there were no Mexicans moving in room 304."

"Sniper No. 4 reported that everything was normal in room 307, and no Mexicans rushed out."

Over the weekend, he turned his head and looked at the technician in the command vehicle, reached out and said, "Architectural drawings."

The technician quickly took out the drawings, opened the front of the police car that was flat after opening it, and added: "Privately, our people are still at the stairs, and no casualties are reported in the corridor."

He nodded over the weekend and said, "Cisse, Lin, Hammers, how are you?"

"Private, the explosion occurred in Room 301, the three of us are fine."

"Okay, your mission has changed. Now stop the task of rescuing the wounded. The new mission is to keep an eye on the door of Room 304 and 307. Use your lives to ensure that there will never be grenades thrown out in those two rooms. Do you understand if you understand!"

“yes-private!”

He picked up the intercom again on the weekend and said, "Spider-Man, you must have flash bullets in your equipment, right? Listen, the command will be handed over to the No. 1 sniper, and you must obey their orders."

"The special police in the corridor, now all of you are moving outside door 301, waiting for the order, do you understand?"

“yes-private!”

"Sniper No. 1, you can see the door of the bathroom in Room 301 from the living room from your perspective. Now tell me which spider-man is suitable to go down and throw the flash bomb into the bathroom?"

“Private…”

"Answer me!" The weekend was very determined.

"Privately, the Italian Pjanic is in the right position, but he is likely to be shot when he goes down."

He interrupted again on the weekend and said, "That's not the issue you should consider!"

"Pjanic, listen, you only have one chance. When the ropes fall, there is a toilet at your 11 o'clock position, where two or three Mexicans are hidden. The distance between you and the toilet is about two meters or less than three meters. I ask you to throw the flash bullet that pulls the safety out during the rapid descent. You cannot make mistakes. Is there any problem?"

"..." This is a time to think. When anyone hears that he is in danger of being shot in the moment he goes down, he will always fall into thinking, so there is no urging on the weekend.

Three seconds later, Pjanic responded: "Private, I have no problem."

"good!"

"The special police in the corridor listen, your mission is to rush into Room 301 after hearing the order of sniper No. 1, one person is watching the bedroom and the other is watching the kitchen. Remember, I don't need you to shoot accurately, but you must pull the trigger when the gun is pointed at the kitchen and the door of the bedroom to form a deterrent force. The rest of the people will all rush into the toilet and kill the person blinded by the flash bullet."

"Sniper No. 1, your mission is to immediately carry out continuous shooting at the toilet door, so that these bastards can form inertia in the gunfire, stop shooting when you feel the time is ripe, and then you give orders to let the Spiderman descend and throw flash bullets. Finally, the special police outside the door of Room 301 rushed in, and the two of them used bullets to suppress the Mexicans in the kitchen, the bedroom, and the rest, kill the guys in the toilet, understand if you understand!"

He was not a military man and was verbose when he issued orders on weekends, but he kept telling every word that he had to tell him, and there was only one purpose. He wanted everyone to hear his orders clearly and understand his intentions, and not have any accidents during the execution.

There will be no more accidents in this building.

"Sniper No. 1, shoot!"
Chapter completed!