Chapter 259: Break through the cordon (2)


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Look at our brave policeman, the heroic Chief Atilda, and the sharpshooters with hundreds of shots. They are brave, they are fearless, they are kind, and they always put the lives of the people first, but it is a pity that those horrors The elements were brutal and treacherous. Under the painstaking persuasion of the police officers, not only did they refuse to give up resistance, they also wanted to harm the lives of the hostages.
In desperation, Director Etilda ordered the snipers to shoot, ending the pitiful life of the criminals with blood on their hands, saving xxx's life, and maintaining the dignity of the law.
After the news is over, their achievements will be recorded in police history, the special police will be rewarded, the snipers who killed the criminals will be rewarded, the director will be rewarded, and the entire combat team will be awarded the collective second-class merit or Third-class merit.
This is much more creditable than the criminal's surrender, and everyone is happy. Of course, except for the thug who had already smashed his head. No one cares about them, no one cares about them. The police will not even remember their names. They will be put into body bags and thrown into the morgue of the hospital to wait for medical dissection and become the little ones under the scalpel of those medical students. The white rat may be thrown directly into the incinerator, and eventually turned into some crunchy bone scum.
Of course, if they are not completely dead, some organs can be harvested and supplied to the rich in need.
Atilda knows better than anyone else that the so-called police are nothing but dogs raised by politicians to deal with the people. The long-term stability of society depends on police deterrence? That is simply a joke. To put it bluntly, the existence of the police station is itself an inferior means of treating headaches and feet, treating symptoms but not the root cause.
He is not interested in worrying about this society, nor is he obligated to take care of the world, let alone study why those civilians and thugs use thin shoulders, thin bodies, and cramped spine to hit rocks with pebbles. Rebellion against government rule. His purpose is simple, to solve crimes, kill people, and make meritorious service. Then I climbed up and was promoted to the director of the General Administration, the head of the public security department, and the Minister of Political Science and Law. Then he took the noble medal in the hands of the Duke Yadan, and made a name for himself. Upper Class.
"Bureau... Chief. Team d has lost contact, team d has lost contact." As Aitilda was thinking about a beautiful new life in the future, the police nearby interrupted him.
Team d? Direction of underground parking lot? Atilda's face changed: "Order e and f team to abandon the set goal. Go to the parking lot."
"Pay attention to all units and be prepared for battle." Ai Ti Erda squinted at the exit of the parking factory in the lower right corner of the inpatient building.
Up to this moment, he still didn't think those terrorists would walk through the front door. Most of them made a false shot. After attracting the attention of the police, he broke through from the side.
There is a riot armored vehicle in front, with a large number of police officers. There is also a sniper who occupies a favorable terrain opposite the hospital. The fool rushes to the front door.
It's a pity that he was wrong, very wrong, when he saw that end rushed out. When he rolled some vehicles and police armed robots in front of the hospital into a behemoth of steel trash, he felt that the real fool was himself, not the terrorists.
Tanks-----Cleared in heavy armor, two main station tanks with their muzzles gleaming frighteningly lighted out, and they rushed all the way. The small cars parked on the front square were twisted and deformed under their tracks, vans transporting patients and medical equipment were overturned and smashed, and those police armed robots holding electric batons were like pie stalls. It became a pile of parts shining with electricity.
Perhaps it was frightened, slippery, or wiping off the gun. Before Atilda gave an order, some police officers had already seized the police rifles of the "Punisher" in their hands, and some people around had imitated the caliber bullets. Heavy rain generally poured on the front armor of the siege tank, and sparks of "ping-pong-pong" were endless. But it's like tickling an old scalper with a feather duster, except for wasting bullets.
After a shuttle bullet was hit, the siege tank had rushed to the front door of the hospital, like an angry male bear, and hit the reinforced concrete courtyard wall by half. Then the muzzle turned around, the electric light was swayed, and the anti-riot car was facing straight ahead. The armored vehicle ejected two pleasing plasma balls.
"Bo, Bo." The plasma ball exploded, and the explosion-proof armored vehicle was as if half of its head had been gnawed away by a gluttonous beast. It was horrible. The police officers hiding behind were directly ignited by the splashing fire and turned into flaming people. Very miserably wailing and rolling in the ground.
"Boom, boom." There were two more shots. This time the plasma ball exploded in the police car group. The thrust generated by the explosion lifted four or five cars into the air, then rolled down and hit the crowd nearby, causing a series of sorrows. Some people were blown off their legs, some were crushed into their chests, some were ignited by the splashing plasma, and some were pierced through the belly by iron filings.
The smell of blood mixed with black smoke filled the streets, blood, iron filings, crooked cars, anti-riot armored vehicles that were only half of their bodies melted by high-temperature plasma, and the wounded on the ground screaming in pain.
War, this is war, this tm is simply a war! Atilda's legs were trembling, her hand holding the communicator was unstable, and the communicator fell to the ground with a "pop".
The police are used to suppress civilians, resist the army or something, how is it possible!
"Director, what should I do?"
"Director? Chief? Team e asks for support, ah... what is that... ah... oh..."
"Director, Chief, help us, help us...ah...ah..."
At this time, the shadow on the armored vehicle monitor flashed, and another tank broke through the outer wall of the hospital. With a "boom" the two police transport vehicles at the front of the blockade were knocked over, and the front armor was crackled by the bullet. The muzzle turned and aimed at the room where the sniper was hidden across the street.
"Boom, boom." The plasma ball blasted out, hitting the wall and burst into a violent flash. The fire swept through the room. The sniper was burned and dried before screaming, becoming a mass of insignificant masses. Of dust.
"Helicopter Squadron, what are you doing? Kill these two tanks for me."
Atilda couldn't figure out where these tanks came from, how could this behemoth be hidden in the hospital, nearly 10 meters long and 4 meters tall, how they got into the hospital. He was puzzled, at a loss, regretted, and at a loss what to do. At this moment, he could only hope in the police gunships in the sky.
However, before the air police were in trouble, "Boom." Another siege tank broke through the courtyard wall, the twin cannons turned their muzzle, and a "bang" shot two groups of plasma at his command-type police armored vehicle. ball.
Atilda only felt a tremor in his feet, all the monitors went off at once, the high heat was like a surging air wave, and the face was shaved in the blink of an eye. The whole person was like being thrown into a hot oil pan, burning pain all over his body and skin Melting, the flesh and blood is boiling, the pain is heartbreaking, as if there are hundreds of millions of ants eating the body.
"Tick, tick." The blood dripped with sweat and grease, and Atilda felt like he was in hell, a full of flames, countless desperately desperate to rise up against the government, and then directly or indirectly the souls shot by him were facing the dead. At his angry roar. Numerous lynched confessions were extorted, beaten into tricks, and then sent to the court. The unjust ghost who became his promotion ladder whispered in his ear, calling his name, and gnawing his flesh and blood.
He couldn't bear this kind of pain for a moment. Atilda opened his mouth. He wanted to scream and howl, but... the hot air wave was like a cloud burst in his lungs, and the whole chest was To burst.
I don’t know how long it took, and finally, he saw a glimmer of light. When the billowing flames drowned him, he glanced quickly and saw 5 tanks, like tigers smashing into a group of rabbits, hitting what he thought was a copper wall and an iron wall Rotten, crushed, trampled!
The police helicopter in the sky finally started, and the two-string cluster rocket fell on the siege tank and exploded, making a "bang, bang" muffled sound. The iron filings with stray fire splashed around, but unfortunately, they can hardly penetrate even the outer armor of the siege tank, even if they attack the weakest roof cabin at an elevation angle, it will have no effect.
The front door line of defense was defeated, the chief died, and the SWAT team became a "roast duck" with tender outside and tender inside. Chaos, the whole scene turned into a pot of porridge.
Some helicopters used for reconnaissance flew towards the front door. Those tanks lacked air defense capabilities. The only thing that could pose a threat to them was air power.
The policemen, who had always been arrogant, finally suffered. For the first time, they felt that this was not an official job, but a battlefield of blood and fire.
"Wow~EbookFREE.me~wow, whoo..." Just as 15 police gunships surrounded the square in front of the gate and bombed 5 siege tanks indiscriminately, afterimages swept past the air. .
The flurry of flying thunder intertwined in the air into a giant net, smashing his head and covering his face.
"Boom, boom..." The fireball surged, and one helicopter after another was hit and burst into flames. Some cabins were blown apart, accompanied by a dull "humming" sound from the decrease in the speed of the propellers. Dive into the second floor of the cafeteria opposite, crush countless glass windows. Others were blown off their tails, and the entire fuselage spun all the way down to the ground to sweep up countless dust.
Gun smoke, flames, steel remains, corpses, blood flowing horizontally and horizontally, the scene was a mess.
"Boom, boom..." Another round of thunderstorms fell, and the explosion spread over the surrounding buildings. More than two dozen snipers in light power armor flew into the sky among countless boulders, and then made a free fall. Down, fell to the ground fiercely, twitching a few times, and stopped moving.
At this point, the battle at the front door of the hospital finally came to an end, and the sound of guns disappeared, only the blazing flames beeping on the road, and the groaning in the corner. Of course, the "creaking" of the siege tank tracks running over the police car is inevitable.
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