Why bother waiting a little irritated? The Citigroup police arrived late.

A huge beam of light shot from the fire truck on the ground towards the walls of Zhongfu Building. Why do you feel dizzy when you are about to shoot the light source? Why do you sound gunshot?

"Bang bang bang..." Hans's gunman fired, and suddenly exploded the light source and hit several unlucky policemen standing next to the fire truck.

The police officers who were still posing for the reporter to take photos of themselves were so scared that they squatted down and hid behind the vehicle in a mess. Instead, the reporters were awesome and took photos at the red light on the building with desperate fear.

Why do you need to drive the "detection technology" to the extreme? I found that the police downstairs only sealed the front and back doors of the building, but no one was sent to ambush the iron fences on both sides. Do they think the robbers would not be able to cross the iron fences that were less than one meter high?

Why do you feel that these stupid policemen are unreliable? It is better to use the men with suspenders and vests.

"Slingerman, why are you rushing to me? Be careful that there are two gunmen behind you behind you." He picked up the intercom and said jokingly.

When McAllen heard the words of Hebi, he quickly stopped and turned around quickly.

No one? Bastard, I was cheated.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Why don't you lie to him? The enemy came from McAllen's right corridor. If McAllen hadn't stopped for a while, he would have just exposed his back to Hans' men.

After McAllen shot a robber, he quickly retreated back to the corridor behind him.

"Ah--! Come out, bastard, come out, I'll fight to the death with you." Hans's men saw his brother being shot, and angrily shot McAllen with a submachine gun. McAllen was suppressed by the fierce fire and didn't even dare to raise his head. The other party was getting closer and closer. McAllen chose to escape without hesitation.

Hans soon knew that he had lost another subordinate.

"Hi! Leader, how about it? Do I want me to go up and do something for you too?" Why do you say easily: "It's a waste of money and disasters! It's not embarrassing! If you don't say it, I won't tell you, and no one will know, I'm very close."

"Fuck! I know!" McAllen cursed in her heart, and grinned and took off the vest on her body to tie the wound of the shot. She was accidentally shot on the shoulder by the other party. Now McAllen couldn't determine the relationship between Hebi's enemies and friends.

"Okay! One million, make you a friend!" Hans's eyes flashed with cold light, and finally sighed and laughed. He had lost four subordinates in front and behind, so he shouldn't have had trouble anymore.

Why bother to quickly report your own bank account number?

"Don't worry, I will leave immediately as soon as the money arrives. I am full of problems, but I am the most trustworthy."

"Okay!" Hans made a gesture to his subordinates and signaled him to transfer money to the other party.

One minute later, Hebi's bank account "" to make a million US dollars, and he immediately contacted Lin Lai to confirm and transferred the money away for processing.

Hans: "Hey! Allen, the money has been transferred successfully, please confirm it!"

The intercom did not respond.

Hans: "..."

"Allen, the money has been transferred. Please fulfill your promise!" Hans's face changed slightly, and he said in an impatient tone.

Why don't you still not respond?

"Has he left?" Hans murmured with a strange expression.

At this time, the police downstairs had already started the first round of attacks, and more than 30 armed police officers began to attack the building from the two gates in the back.

"Don't worry, wait until they get closer before launching an attack." Hans said calmly as he looked at the police team moving forward in the surveillance screen.

Hans' men were also very calm and waited until the police violently opened the glass door before they started to fight back.

"boom--!"

A C4 bomb was tied to the inside of the glass door. When the police broke open the door, it caused a big explosion. The five policemen in front fell to the ground in an instant.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Hans' subordinates immediately started shooting. Because the police were piled up at the entrance of the glass door, they failed to disperse in time. A large area of ​​submachine guns of Hans' subordinates swept down like leeks. The police behind hurriedly retreated, causing a chain reaction in an instant. Other police officers who were not shot also turned around and ran away. The team immediately collapsed. Hans' subordinates seized the opportunity to shoot and chase them wildly, expanding their results.

Five minutes later, more than 30 policemen who set out with great enthusiasm, only five or six defeated soldiers ran back in shame. The police commander's face twitched extremely ugly, especially when the shooting cameras of the two reporters around him were almost touching his face.

"Waste, you bunch of waste, who can give me an explanation?" The police commander finally couldn't help but roar.

"Sir, there are a group of vicious and well-equipped terrorists in the building. Their numbers may be more than a dozen. Our previous assessment was a bit problematic." A policeman who retreated by luck whispered.

The police commander was relieved when he heard that he was a well-equipped terrorist. He glanced at several reporters and shouted loudly: "No matter how fierce these terrorists are, as glorious Los Angeles police, you should not retreat."

"Yes!" The retreating policeman quickly replied loudly, but he was thinking in his heart that he was joking, those who had not retreated had already lay down.

In fact, Hans's men were only about ten. After He Bi and McAllen killed a few of them, he was even more exhausted. Otherwise, Hans would not have lost money and eliminated the disaster. Why bother to get out of here?

There were only three gunmen fighting against Los Angeles State Police downstairs, including three submachine guns. One of the gunmen was running back and forth to shoot back and forth at the back door of the main gate. If it weren't for the accident and caught the Los Angeles police off guard, they wouldn't have been able to stop more than 30 police officers from the police.

Of course, the police in Los Angeles are also one of the most delicious things.

Hans upstairs curled his lips proudly when he saw the police's first wave of attack being repelled.

Next, the FBI should appear!

Before the FBI took action, McAllen took action. He also saw the tragic situation of the Los Angeles police upstairs. He knew that he could not count on these idiots, so he could only take the initiative. Fortunately, the mysterious guy withdrew.

McAllen had barefoots and stepped on the floor with almost no sound. She sneaked behind a guard at the corner and was not discovered. McAllen made a decisive move, covering the other person's mouth with one hand, holding the other hand with the other, and twisting it hard.

"Click—!"

Another Hans man lay down.

McAllen squatted down and took off the other person's shoes, squeezed them for a long time but couldn't put them in. The shoe size was wrong, so McAllen continued to sneak.

Another robber searched through the corridor. McAllen patrolled left and right and found that it was another person left alone. McAllen tiptoed to catch up with the other party behind, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly stopped and turned his head. McAllen couldn't brake. The two hit each other's faces, almost meeting the other's lips.

“…”

The two of them stared at each other blankly, and then hurriedly pulled out their guns at the same time.

It was too late, the other party's gun was on the waist, but his gun was inserted into the waist behind his butt. McAllen quickly raised his head and kowtowed the other party's head fiercely.

"Bang--!"

At this time, the advantages of European and American people's high nose bridge were reflected. McAllen not only fainted but also collapsed the other person's nose. Of course, the force was mutual, and McAllen was also miserable. He covered his bleeding nose in pain, and his nose was swollen and red as if it was fake.
Chapter completed!