"What the hell is going on?!" The bald man who was yelling at his subordinates was the chief of the New York Police Department.
He drove to work as usual this morning, endured traffic jams, extremely bad air and noise, and finally arrived at the unit. The scum in handcuffs gave him the middle finger. Eight out of ten police officers under him were more like gangsters than gangsters, and the remaining two were female police officers.
Such a bad day that people are used to, what more special bad thing can happen? The answer is of course yes, for example, a group of members of a criminal organization armed with high-tech military equipment opened fire on the crowd in the most crowded area of New York.
Two seconds after hearing this report, he began to think about whether he could receive his pension alive.
"The people from the NSA have taken over the scene. Now Times Square is like the outbreak of World War III. It may be a terrorist attack, a riot by a religious organization, and there is even news that it is an alien invasion." This is the police who was scolded member's answer.
"Where did you hear that?"
"On TV."
"Do you want to change careers and work as a security guard at a TV station tomorrow!!"
"No, sir."
"Then get out of my office! When you come back, bring me some definite news that the TV station doesn't know!"
"Yes, sir!"
"And you!" The director opened the door of his office and shouted to the outside: "In five minutes, I have to talk directly to the field commander there! Five minutes! So...you bastards, put me down Donuts and coffee in hand! Go and get it done right away! Or I'll take your kidneys out!"
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time Square.
The FBI has completed an initial siege, police are busy evacuating the crowd, and medical and fire forces are on standby on the perimeter.
"I want you to make a few calls and tell all media helicopters to get out of this airspace immediately." A middle-aged man in a suit said.
Another agent replied: "But... under the First Amendment..."
"Listen, rookie, don't talk about laws and regulations in front of me, now this is a level 6 special situation, you can tell those goddamn reporters, I'm rummaging in the car with weapons right now. Bazooka or something, when I find it, I'll use this baby to shoot down every flying object that comes in my way, even Superman."
"I see, sir, I'll take care of it." The man responded and left.
The man in the suit took out his mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a speed dial button, and said, "How long until the army arrives?... I don't care about the impact! What I want is a complete blockade! The explanation afterwards is that politicians Our job!... Very well, General, I hope you will do what you say, remember, this is for national security."
After he finished speaking, he ended the call, and immediately dialed another number. This time, instead of using the speed dial key, he pressed the complete number very quickly.
"It has been basically completed, the media will be driven away soon, the army and all national forces will block this place with all their strength, and in a few minutes, except for our midnight communication equipment, all other means of communication in this area will be cut off. "
On the other end of the phone, Li Yadi's voice came: "Very good, I didn't expect the NSA to send you to take over the scene. In Chinese, God helped me, hahaha..."
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Go back to that rooftop.
"Hubu, it's almost reached the limit." Wang Xu suddenly relaxed, and the confrontation ended without any surprise.
Tobe stumbled and wobbled, looking unsteady, and finally stood still with the support of a samurai sword: "Ah... Actually..."
"Actually, you can't stand because you haven't eaten." Wang Xu took his words and said.
"Yeah... I haven't eaten anything since this morning..." Hubu said in a limp but rather complaining tone: "It's always like this when I act, and I don't eat or sleep regularly, which bothers me very much. Ah. Um... By the way, how do you know that I have no strength if I don’t eat?"
Wang Xu replied: "It's just reading the memory... Then what, there seems to be a restaurant across the street, would you like to go in and have something to eat?"
"Ah... thank you so much." Hubu turned around and went without defense.
Wang Xu also followed: "It's okay, I'm hungry anyway."
When they came to the store, the lobby was already empty. Hubu went to the barbecue grill, took a few skewers of grilled sausages and corn from it, and put them on a plate. Then he took out a wallet from his clothes and flipped through it. After searching for a while, he said in that strange voice, "Too bad, I only have one hundred yuan bills left."
Wang Xu was already sitting on the edge of the bar and started eating: "Then don't pay."
"This is not allowed, stealing is bad behavior." When he said this, Wang Xu felt no pressure.
"Just a few sticks of sausage."
"This has nothing to do with the value of the item, it's a matter of principle."
"Then you go to the counter to swipe your card."
"I'm not very good at mechanical stuff."
Wang Xu became impatient: "Then get as much food as you can, and leave the hundred-yuan bills behind!"
"It's too wasteful, so is the money, and so is the food that can't be eaten..."
"What's the trouble with this, hey!"
Hubu was not discouraged, and he took out a walkie-talkie from his clothes: "Hello, Boyka, are you there? I'm Hubu."
Boyka, who was far away on the helicopter, quickly replied: "Why?"
"Do you have any change?"
"Why do you want change?"
"Check out the restaurant."
The other side was silent for three seconds, and then the Russian guy cursed loudly five or six sentences in his native dialect, and finally said something to the household department in English: "Go eat shit, you bastard!"
Wang Xu had already cleaned up everything on his plate at this time, and after stretching his neck to look into the bar, he simply turned over and turned on the stove: "I'll get some bacon and scrambled eggs, do you want it?"
Hube rubbed his chin in thought: "Damn... I would be very unwilling to leave a hundred dollars, but I'm really hungry. This looks delicious..."
Wang Xu sighed and ignored him. Grab a bottle of olive oil on hand on the stovetop and start heating up the pan. It's almost like treating someone else's restaurant as your own.
At this moment, through the seemingly peaceful appearance, a person's murderous intent suddenly struck. Just now, this person came to the restaurant following Wang Xu and Hubu, hibernating and waiting. When Wang Xu calmly started cracking eggs, he thought... the time to make a move has come.
His skill is very fast, as fast as stars and lightning, like seas boiling and landslides, he has already killed in a snap of his fingers. But there was a hand that firmly grasped his wrist in an instant, making this surprise attack come to naught.
Wang Xu hummed a little tune and turned the side of the bacon in the pot, as if nothing happened behind her.
The attacker looked at Hubu in shock: "What are you doing!"
Hubu still had a painful tangled expression, but he didn't let go of his hand, still firmly clamping down on the man in front of him: "Are you a colleague of the Second Battle Group... that... do you have change?"