This group of robbers are indeed professionals, they even brought individual rocket launchers.
In less than five seconds, there was another whoosh, and the second rocket hit the armored vehicle again, turning it into a huge fireball.
Luke: ...holyshxt! The robbers have more than one RPG.
At this time, Dustin called: "Hey, Luke, how are you doing?"
Luke: "Boss, you'd better pass the information about the robbers to the on-site commander here as soon as possible. The SWAT team launched an attack immediately after arriving at the scene. Several people have been killed or injured, including an armored vehicle."
Dustin was stunned: "What?"
Luke: "Just now, the gangsters fired two RPGs in a row, turning the police station's armored vehicle into a huge fireball."
Dustin took a deep breath and said, "Where the hell did this empty cloth member come from?"
Luke shook his head: "No, Boss, they are here for the money, not for empty talk."
Dustin: "These poor lunatics. Okay, let's get down to business. You can move freely in there, but you must ensure the safety of the hostages, which is the first priority. Secondly, it's about the vault, try to stop it. Finally, if you can't do the above two points, don't act rashly. Believe me, Luke, if one hostage dies, you will be in big trouble."
Luke shrugged. "I see. Anyway, we can't let the hostages die, right?"
Dustin: "That's right. We didn't reach a consensus with the Central District Police Department. They asked you to obey the on-site command, but the chief refused."
Luke was stunned. "What? Boss, with the level of this on-site commander, I'm afraid I'll die quickly if I follow his orders."
Dustin: "We know that, so we rejected it. However, how much credit you can get and how much credit our West District Police Department can get depends on your personal performance."
Luke: "Uh, let me ask you, if I kill them all, will that be okay?"
Dustin was silent for a moment, then said, "At least we should keep Hans, the leader, alive. It will be hard to close the case if we kill them all."
Luke: "Ok, that's much more convenient for me. Bye, boss."
Dustin: “Be careful.”
Dustin in the office sighed: "There were forty or fifty armed gangsters, it's easy for you to say." But thinking about what Elsa had recently reported to him about Luke's performance on the plane and in New York, he couldn't help but have some expectations.
If Luke killed all the gangsters and ensured that the hostages were not injured or killed, then the credit would undoubtedly belong to the West District Police Department.
Although the crime took place in the Central District, Luke, a West District police officer, happened to be involved in it, so it wasn't considered overstepping the boundaries.
If it were someone else, Dustin would probably just let them hide and provide some information.
No boss should ask his subordinates to do something like fighting fifty people at once, as that would be clearly asking them to die.
Luke hung up the phone, stretched his arms and legs, and was about to go down.
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and a violent explosion seemed to have occurred on the ground floor, with countless glass fragments flying everywhere.
Luke leaned over to take a look and understood immediately that the explosion occurred at the second-floor window where the rocket had just been fired. It would attack that floor, and there was only one other person in the building besides himself.
Detective John, you are really awesome! How many C4 did you throw
With this crazy troublemaker, Luke felt that it would not be difficult for him to fish in troubled waters and create a miracle.
The situation that followed was a stalemate.
The police and the criminals began to haggle and negotiate terms.
Luke took out a headset and put it on, then connected the fake phone to the robber's intercom channel.
Then I heard a familiar voice inside say coldly: "You little mouse, do you think you can scare us like this? I will catch you and throw you off the roof."
"Haha, Hans, didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Send someone else! I'm waiting for you. Let me see, what's this person's name? Oh, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looks like a college student. Bah! He's so big, but he has a pair of small feet like a woman. This damn little slut..." The voice sounded familiar.
Luke: _! Well, it's clear that the gang leader Hans and Detective John are at odds with each other.
I'm sorry to trouble you to attract the robber's attention first.
He said sorry in his heart, quietly returned to the 30th floor, took a deep breath, and after a moment he confirmed that there were a lot fewer bandits here, at least 20 people had left the hostage building.
I guess Hans was annoyed by Detective John's attacks and voice taunts, and wanted to find this annoying guy and kill him.
Luke still has confidence in Detective John. This guy has killed more than a few criminals, and it would be hard to kill him.
A moment later, a question came from his headset: "Larry, Carl, are the explosives on the roof deployed?"
Luke: It seems like I’m on the rooftop right now.
He thought about it, pressed the call button, and said in a low voice: "OK!"
"Hey, the rest of you hurry up and guard down there. The FBI should be here soon." The man seemed to be busy and didn't notice anything was wrong. He immediately ordered, "Then drive some of the hostages over here. When the police helicopter comes down to pick up the hostages, you can detonate the x-munition on the roof."
Luke: “Yes.”
He was also very surprised.
Not to mention the policemen and the like on the plane, just the fact that he used the innocent civilians in the building as bait and blew them up together means that Hans definitely deserved to die.
He didn't regret not killing this guy just now. Once this guy died, his men would be out of restraint and would kill people indiscriminately. What would he do
At least it is impossible for Hans to kill all the hostages for money.
Luke's mind was racing, and he had already hidden on the small platform above the door.
A moment later, the elevator rang and the footsteps of more than a dozen people were heard.
Luke took a deep breath and locked onto his target: there were only three people.
One person leads, one person follows behind, and one person is in the middle. This is a typical method of escorting hostages.
Luke held a pistol in each hand. His right hand was holding the Glock 23, which he was most skilled at using, while his left hand was holding the replica M1911 that he had just gotten.
He adjusted his breathing and watched the leading gangster appear below, followed by the gangster in the middle.
At this time, the leading gangster realized something was wrong. He didn't see his companions on the rooftop. He immediately shouted, "Carl?"
Luke nimbly rolled up and jumped down, doing a somersault in the air.
When his head was facing downward, he fired a shot with the Glock in his right hand, killing the rear guard who was about to step into the rooftop door.
In a moment, the m1911 in his left hand locked onto the target that was within reach.
Bang! The gangster in the middle was shot in the head.
Landing in a squatting position, he turned slightly, and simultaneously adjusted his position with his right hand.
Bang!
The Glock blew up the leading gangster's head with incredible accuracy.
There was silence all around, and after a moment a bunch of people started screaming.
Luke casually put the two guns back in his pocket, took out his ID and showed it to the screaming crowd: "Lapd, please keep quiet. You can leave when the plane arrives."
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(Double monthly tickets on the last day of this month, continue to ask for this day)