"KABA -"
After a crisp sound, Mark tightly put on his bulletproof vest.
I patted my chest and looked at myself in the mirror, fully armed!
Take a deep breath!
Who knows if his undeveloped psychic power can steadily block bullets.
Especially Jiumei said that in order to protect his personal safety, he temporarily closed his divine sea.
We are currently undergoing intense construction!
When I heard this sentence, only God knew what Mark was feeling!
Anyway, he always felt like Jiumei was hiding something.
Otherwise, those three high school students would be able to use their mental abilities the next day. Why is he still not able to do so!
Checked the pistol placed on the table and steadily inserted it onto the tactical belt.
Immediately turn around!
At the door, Byron leaned against it and smiled, saying, "You know, you don't have to go out to work at all now."
Mark smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "No need, but I enjoy working outside..."
Ten minutes later, Mark walked down the stairs and glanced at the three fully armed individuals, nodding and saying, "Let's go..."
After getting on the Hummer, Mark took the lead and forcefully drove the Hummer to a speed of 80 yards in downtown New York.
Completely stunned the New York citizens driving on the road!
Half an hour later!
After arriving at the scene.
Mark, who got off the car, walked directly towards a police officer standing on the inside of the yellow line.
I presented my documents and looked up at the red six story apartment in front of me, which had been around for some time.
"Mark!"
"George!"
Mark and the police officer who had known George for some years nodded and then asked, "Has the rest of the apartment been evacuated?"
George nodded and said, "Everyone has withdrawn. The thermal imaging shows that the person you are looking for may be in room 302 on the third floor."
"Adam..." Mark heard about it and as he gradually got out of the special police car from behind, Adam, who was leading the special service team, raised three fingers and said, "Bring the explosion-proof shield!"
With a pale yellow beard, Adam, who seemed to be a wild prostitute, gestured towards Mark and then gave orders to his team members!
Just as Mark and others were preparing for a strong attack.
George next to him grabbed Mark's arm and whispered under Mark's gaze, "Be careful, the thermal imaging shows at least four or five people inside, and there are also two hostages squatting in the corner, suspected to be tenants..."
Mark was slightly taken aback and then nodded!
Not long!
Outside the yellow line, under the gaze of onlookers, Mark followed the special police team holding M41 assault rifles and gradually entered the red apartment where all personnel had been evacuated
Just stepped up the stairs on the third floor, before everyone could climb up.
In room 302 facing the staircase, gunshots were suddenly heard!
"Bang bang bang -"
"Cover, cover..."
"Go down, walk down..."
"Roaming -"
As a grenade was thrown directly from room 302, accompanied by a deafening sound.
After the smoke dissipated, Adam, standing in the second row, gave Mark a grateful look behind him!
If it weren't for Mark's reminder to wear an explosion-proof shield.
It's uncertain how many special police officers will be lost in one go!
"Damn it, where did these guys come from? Shocking grenades..." Jack spat in the smoke.
"Needless to say, it must be Stark's weapon!" Adam in front said directly, "These people have a special fondness for Stark's industrial weapons!"
"Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu -"
"Tu Tu Tu Tu..."
"&%... * (@ @)"
Two special police officers holding explosion-proof shields stood firmly in the first row, perfectly guarding the crowd behind them.
Braving the constant barrage of bullets and bullets from the hole of 302, they are charging towards the target's location!
Listening to the unknown chirping of birds coming from Room 302, Mark turned his gaze to Debbie, who had studied Arabic specifically, and said, "What's going on inside?"
The latter furrowed his brows and replied, "Words like greetings to his mother are not good words anyway..."
Mark shook his head and shouted directly inside, "Tula, we're from the FBI. You're already surrounded, give up your weapons and surrender immediately!"
"Fake..." accompanied by a four letter American proverb, followed by even more intense gunfire!
After Mark finished speaking, he lowered his head hard and looked at Adam in front, pointing up the stairs to the fourth floor.
Then he gestured with the three people behind him.
Under the cover of special agents, I climbed the stairs on the fourth floor!
After walking to the fourth floor, Mark looked around and made a careful gesture to the team behind him.
"Bang --"
After breaking into room 402, Mark smashed the glass outside with the butt of his assault rifle in his hand.
After cleaning the glass shards on the frame, Mark probe and look!
In an instant, my eyes widened fiercely!
The body lightning rapidly moved towards the back.
Next second!
"Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu -"
"Mad!"
Mark sat directly on the floor and touched his forehead.
The heart beats fiercely!
God, he almost saw the girl just a moment ago!
Jack and Debbie behind quickly helped Mark up from the floor!
"Damn it..." Mark calmed his excitement and grabbed the walkie talkie, saying to Adam on the third floor, "Blast through that door for me, grenades, tear gas... throw them all in."
His grandmother's leg was almost knocked out by someone just now.
Still thinking about catching him alive, that's just a brain teaser!
Anyway, it's a terrorist, and the FBI has always maintained a style of killing terrorists on the spot.
At this moment, in Room 302, where sound could clearly be heard from Adam's walkie talkie, a guy with a strong Arabic accent said, "We have hostages..."
"Mark..." Adam, who was hiding behind the bulletproof shield, suddenly had a face as uncomfortable as defecation!
Not afraid of terrorists with strong firepower, life or death is up to us. If you don't agree, do it!
Just afraid that terrorists have hostages in their hands, that's the most frustrating situation for law enforcement agencies!
A strong attack is not possible. In case the hostages are injured or killed, those journalists who fear the world will have another frenzy.
Upon hearing the words coming from the walkie talkie, Mark felt even more unlucky!
If he had just left the school, he would have taken action in the face of this situation long ago.
But since the failed hostage rescue operation three years ago, Mark has almost been suspended for investigation!
If it weren't for the tiger skin of the Brotherhood, demotion would be considered light. How could one continue to rise to prominence
"Boss..."
Jack, holding a long gun next to him, looked at Mark with a gloomy expression and said, "Notify the hostage negotiation team."
Mark glared angrily at Jack and said without hesitation, "What are you asking that group of useless materials to come over for? In the end, we're not going to launch a strong attack."
Jack interrupted, "This is... the process!"
Not following the hostage negotiation team process resulted in casualties among the hostages, which is a major responsibility accident!
But after going through such a process
The hostage is still dead, which is a controllable risk
This rule.
It hurts so much!