"Also, notify the outside police that if there is another group of dozens of people coming in, stop them directly and never let them in again." Selina said the last half of the sentence to her colleagues at the East District Police Station.
No one has any objections.
Just now, this female detective, with half her face covered by a baseball cap and sunglasses, showed no weakness in the face of dozens of gangsters. She opened fire and fought back whenever she found an opportunity, making it impossible for the other side to encircle the security and police officers here.
In the end, she killed several gangsters in succession, showing her bravery and ferocity.
As soon as she opened her mouth, the security guards of Stark Group obeyed her.
There is no way. The security chief has already fallen down in the first wave of attacks by the bandits. Now he needs to be sent to the hospital quickly. If we are lucky, he may be saved.
Two security team leaders were also shot one after another. Although the shots were not fatal, they still had to be sent to the hospital.
Stark Security, which is temporarily leaderless, can only obey the command of Selina, the brave female detective.
In comparison, several veteran officers from the East District Police Station were much smarter. When the gunshots were heard, they subconsciously found cover and hid, and never showed their heads easily.
From time to time, they would stick out their guns, aim at the location of the criminals, and fire a few "random shots", which was more effective than Stark Security.
As a result, no East District police officers were injured at the security checkpoint.
Selina was commanding here, but Luke was running wildly over there.
Controlling his speed to the level of a normal person running a 100-meter race, he carried two large bags steadily, shot through a floor-to-ceiling glass, and rushed out of the building through the window.
This is the back of the building, where there are relatively fewer people.
But looking at the many tourists around, Luke sighed.
The countdown he had been silently counting in his mind was about to end, and he had no time to hesitate.
Luke accelerated his pace, rushed to a sewer and kicked out, causing the heavy manhole cover to fly out at an angle. He then wrapped the two large bags in his hands with special rope darts and put them into the hole quickly and steadily.
He raised his hand, and the head of the rope dart became round again and was quickly retracted.
After quickly retreating a long distance, Luke reminded through the headset: "Selina, tell your colleagues to be prepared. There may be an explosion soon. They must maintain order as soon as possible to prevent a bigger riot."
Selina just said "Got it" and yelled over there: "Everyone move, move, there will be an explosion soon..."
Luke smiled.
It's been a long time since Selena yelled at people so loudly. I really miss her.
Looking at the open sewer in the distance, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Stark Group... shouldn't be so stingy as to ask me to pay compensation, right?"
As he was thinking this, a loud rumbling sound erupted in the sewer.
In the blink of an eye, several nearby manhole covers flew up.
Fortunately, there were not too many people here and no one was standing near the manhole cover. Although the crowd was frightened and some fell directly to the ground, no one was injured.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that there is no big problem."
Immediately, he wrinkled his nose: "Is this... a sewage pipe? It stinks so damn bad!" As he said that, he quickly lowered the sensitivity of his sense of smell.
A moment ago, in the bathroom of a reception room on the first floor, a pale-faced white old man was sitting in front of the toilet.
The sound of dripping water lasted for a while before he stopped. He sighed, "Why can't I feel comfortable even when I pee?"
He looked gloomy and depressed, and for a moment he forgot to finish his work.
Just then, there was a loud rumbling noise outside the building, and the old white man was startled.
Before he could react, the toilet in front of him suddenly flew straight up with a bang and hit the ceiling.
As the toilet rose into the sky, a spectacular column of yellow-brown water also surged up, and then... turned into a "golden rain" that sprinkled in the bathroom.
The old man who had turned from a white man into a "yellow" man was stunned. After a while, he finally cursed loudly: "ho~ly~sh~xt!!!"
Outside the door, an old man's voice sounded: "Mr. Weiland, are you okay?"
The white old man had already started vomiting and opened the bathroom door: "Mr. Aoki, please help me shout... Ugh!"
As he spoke, he felt the "golden rain" on his face dripping into his mouth and he immediately vomited.
In the living room, old man Aoki just took a few steps from the window to the bathroom.
But as the bathroom door opened, a terrible smell wafted out, and then a figure covered in shit-yellow appeared.
Aoki endured with the iron will he had cultivated over the years. After listening to the shit-yellow figure's words, he moved towards the door impatiently, trying his best to maintain his usual serious tone: "Okay, Mr. Weiland, please wait a moment. I'll go call your assistant."
As he finished speaking, he pushed the door open and walked out.
After calling several bodyguards and assistants into the room, he vomited and muttered quietly: "Baga, why does it stink so bad! Did I fall into a cesspool?"
Just as he was feeling nauseous, he suddenly saw someone walking through the passage.
Old man Aoki was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously greeted the figure: "Detective Luke?"
The figure who had just walked through the passage suddenly stopped, took two steps back, and looked sideways.
Seeing that it was old man Aoki, he took off his sunglasses, pulled off his hood, and then took out his baseball cap and put it on: "Mr. Aoki, why are you here too?"
Old man Qingmu looked at Luke's actions and felt that something was wrong. "I'm here with a client. Excuse me, can I ask what happened outside?"
Without any hesitation, Luke briefly told Aoki about the explosion that had just occurred here and the suspected airborne attack.
Why was old man Qingmu so kind to him? Why did he always come to the festival even if he didn't come in person? Wasn't it just for this situation
After explaining the situation in a few words, he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Aoki, no client is more important than your own safety. I'm not sure if those people have accomplices. If possible, please drive away to the underground parking lot as soon as possible under the escort of bodyguards... Forget it, I'll take you out, otherwise you may be stopped by the police and questioned for a long time."
Old man Aoki looked solemn and bowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your reminder, Detective Luke. I will notify Mr. Weiland and ask him to leave with us."
Luke was stunned: "Mr. Weiland? Isn't it the Weiland from the Communications and Robotics Company?"
Old Man Aoki: "Yes, he is the chairman of the Weyland Company, Mr. Charles Weyland, and he is also the client I am accompanying today."
Luke winked at old man Aoki, and even though he was such a cunning man, he understood it immediately and moved closer.
He heard Luke say in a very low voice: "The person who launched the air raid just now came here on the Weyland Company bus and entered the building in the name of a Weyland Company communications department employee. Mr. Aoki, are you sure you want to wait for the chairman?"