The chief negotiator of the Los Angeles Police Department appeared. He did not show any cowardice in such a big scene. However, he provided two suggestions to the police: First, if the negotiator goes up, the negotiator will face a very difficult start after reaching the upper floor. The bandits inside clearly want to die on the weekend. Of course, they will have a very strong resistance when facing the negotiator. Under this emotion, both the negotiator and the hostages are in danger of their lives; Second, if you go up on the weekend, don’t worry, there are more than 50 policemen and more than 30 f-boys in the entire scene, those guys will definitely not directly kill the weekend. He may be verbally humiliated, but the other party will definitely give him a chance to speak!

"storm."

Matthew changed his mind. He didn't plan to talk to the gangsters. Is there anything else to talk about? These bastards took great pains to kill weekend and Chekov, and resisted strongly when facing the police arrest. If the situation is in a stalemate, the governor may have called him. Perhaps the military will participate in the incident before dark, because no one wants the residents of Los Angeles to live in a panic world of more than 24 hours.

"Private, wait."

I spoke on the weekend, and at the hot noon, every policeman didn't even have time to eat, and said: "Whether it's a strong attack or a negotiation, we need to plan. Why don't we take the opportunity to ask who this woman is? Did she plan to take a gamble just to kill my life, or did she also feel shaken in this environment? Otherwise, why did this woman choose to negotiate at the last moment when we attacked one after another?"

The sun moved over their heads, but no police officers at the scene were wearing sunglasses to show off. Everyone was looking back at Matthew near the command car. For these policemen, pushing the weekend upstairs now is simply cruel, which will make every policeman feel very distressed!

Could it be said that as long as the criminal retaliates and creates a big scene, the police officer will stand up and die? Then who will still be a policeman?

At this moment, a large number of wounded people were taken down by patrol police and medical staff on stretchers, and the medical staff became the commander-in-chief of transporting the wounded. They kept shouting in the corridor: "Be gentle, don't panic! Give him a bleeding injection!"

"Send this officer to the ambulance first, he must undergo surgery immediately..."

"Don't touch the officer's neck! He's broken, God. Do you want his life?"

The most tragic scene happened. When the wounded were carried out, some of them looked purple and fell into a coma. Some were dripping blood from the stretcher. Some were covered in pain and some were covered in darkness.

These were the first special police officers who rushed in. They experienced explosions and gunshots many times in the battlefield upstairs, and had to endure the tear gas thrown by their companions...

But this is their destiny!

Who made these people in police uniforms become managers of social order, able to show off their power to anyone who has made mistakes on the streets, and can also cause some black police scandals from time to time to cause trouble to the authorities? With these privileges, you have to die there when something happens because you are wearing police uniforms because you have the right to think you are in danger and can shoot and kill people without legal responsibility, because 90% of citizens in this country will park on the side when your police lights are on, and after you issue a body search order, put your hands on your head honestly and let you check it.

Pablo was carried down. He had been bleeding too much and his face was pale and he had not woken up yet, but Nick, whom he lifted down, could no longer wake up!

"Private." A patrolman reported in a low voice when he stood beside Matthew: "This time we suffered heavy losses. Anti-black and anti-drug Co., Ltd. Nick and an agent died. Three special police officers in Swat were beaten to death by gangsters, and another special police officer was directly declared dead by medical staff because of excessive bleeding."

“f***.”

I never expected Matthew to swear in this manner on the weekend. The voice floated out of his mouth as thin as a gossip, and the eyes were staring at the bodies covered with white cloth being carried out by the patrol officers and placed on the street, tears began to flash unconsciously.

"They just threw my subordinates on the street?" Matthew gritted his teeth and stood on the verge of an outbreak. He quickly dissuaded him on the weekend: "Private!Private!! The medical staff did not disrespect us, but the ambulances had to be given to those who needed treatment more. Have you forgotten? There are still people who are struggling on the line of life and death. Some people just go to the hospital and recover their injuries and can come back and stand in front of you. We have to let those who can survive live."

"Go and drive our police car into the scene immediately, and don't let our people lie on the street." Over the weekend, he glared at the patrolman who was touching Matthew's about to burst out of anger. He shouted: "Go!"

At that second, when Matthew looked at the entire scene again, he could feel the cruelty of the passing of life. A few hours ago, the people lying there were still joking. But now...

I didn't want to watch it on weekends. He closed his eyes hard when he picked up the intercom. Several wrinkles squeezed around his not-so-large eyes: "Billy, throw your intercom into Room 307 and tell them to wait for him here on weekends."

The corridor has been cleared. Apart from the blown walls and dust, there is only blood mixed with the dust. At that time, Billy was squatting next to a pool of blood. A piece of minced meat was hanging on the wall, and the big pit on the surface proved that an explosion had just happened here. Billy bent down and lowered his head and took it forward a few steps, squatting outside the door 307 and said, "Listen, I will throw the intercom in. Your people can come out and take the intercom away and talk to Officer Zhou. During this period, our people will not shoot. However, I must remind you that if your people point guns at the hostage, you must ask yourself if they have two lives."

Swish.

The intercom slides along the ground into Billy's hand, and then Billy retreats. The next second, a person walks out of the toilet in Room 307. He first sticks his head out and looks out of the window, then slowly moves his body out, and then looks at the door...

"Sniper No. 4 locks the target, repeats, Sniper No. 4 locks the target."

I really want to order the bandits to be killed directly at this time on the weekend. If there are not so many onlookers outside and if there are no hostages inside, then the issuance of this order is not necessary at all. But now: "Snipers stop shooting, from now on, every sniper must get orders to shoot."

The Mexican returned to the toilet with a walkie-talkie that was constantly coming from the sound. At that time, there were three people in the toilet. A woman was sitting by the bathtub with a pistol. She was wearing a white top, short hair, and a pair of home slippers under her feet. She was dark and fat. If she was thrown into the Mexican countryside, she would be an ordinary woman.

"Don't you have the courage to come to see me on weekends?"

The straightforward voice came along the walkie-talkie, and the hatred in the words was still full of uncoverable ferocity. Before seeing this woman, the image of a tigress fighting for his son appeared in his mind on the weekend.

"Are you Arturo's mother?" The answer is about to come out.

Negotiation is not a strong point for the weekend, but he also knows that before negotiation, any negotiating expert will define the negotiating partner, whether he (she) is a lunatic or impulse. The chief negotiating expert of the New York Police Department has clearly pointed out the negotiating judgment in his bestseller, which will make your communication with the negotiating partner more effective.

The voice continued, "It's me, you coward!"

"If it weren't for you, Arturo would call me every night, and he wouldn't have been locked up in prison!"

"If it weren't for you, Arturo could have freely traveled between the United States and Mexico, I wouldn't have been able to see him once in my life. And you arrested Arturo not for justice at all. Damn weekend, I knew everything. You arrested Arturo because you wanted to save yourself, you, the policeman who committed murder."

This passage made the negotiating experts sigh. No matter whoever listened to this passage, it was a furious mother who went crazy in a situation of death before killing the weekend. Are you not a policeman? Can't you use the rules in the Constitution to clear yourself of crimes and sacrifice others? Well, as long as you are still a policeman, you can't ignore the life and death of the hostages? You can't ignore the requests made by the bandits, right? So, you have to come up, just come up, you're dead.

On the weekend, he looked at the third floor with the intercom, and then he heard the ultimatum: "Listen, I don't want to negotiate with a murderer on the intercom. Now my request is that as long as we walk up on the weekend and don't bring a gun, we will release the hostages!"

The Mexicans took the entire Los Angeles Police Department's first army, died on weekends, and the hostages died, you choose!
Chapter completed!