McAllen grabbed a mobile phone from the blonde robber and excitedly called Jiuyaoyao.

“Doududududu…”

"Appoint it, answer the phone! Bastard!" McAllen jumped nervously, but unfortunately it seemed that even the police station had a holiday this Christmas. Thirty seconds passed, but no one answered McAllen's call. The Los Angeles police were so willful.

After the phone number was too long, no one answered, it was automatically hung up, so McAllen quickly dialed it over again.

"Hello! This is Jiuyaoyao Case Reporting Center, may I ask..."

"I want to call the police!" McAllen quickly interrupted.

"Okay, I'm happy to serve you, please tell your story!" the operator said humorously.

"There is a group of robbers to rob Zhongfu Building. Listen, they have guns, at least ten people, and their actions are very organized, not ordinary people. I suspect they are terrorists, so I will send someone immediately, immediately, right away." McAllen said very quickly, and at the end he shouted almost loudly.

McAllen lowered her head.

McAllen: "..."

McAllen's face was twisted.

Oh! The mobile phone is out of power. Have you heard the operators I just said?

"Bang-!" McAllen threw the mobile phone to the ground frantically.

"Marcus, have you killed that clown? After killing him, come back to the hall to help immediately." A sound came from the walkie-talkie's intercom lying on the ground, which scared McAllen.

McAllen flipped the blond robber's body over, found a walkie-talkie at the back, and then found a black mobile phone charger.

McAllen: "..."

McAllen looked at the mobile phone charger in his hand, then looked at the mobile phone that had been smashed into several pieces by himself, then looked up at the socket on the wall, and gave himself a big mouth.

"Marcus, did you receive it? Go back to me immediately after you receive it." Hans on the other end of the intercom said in a bad tone.

"Marcus is dead. If you really miss him so much, shoot yourself in the forehead and make sure you can talk to him directly." McAllen said sarcastically.

"..." Hans's face turned dark.

McAllen looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand and had a sudden idea. He knew that the police station usually had an emergency communication channel.

670mhz, McAllen entered the NYPD intercom channel, hoping that Los Angeles will also use this channel.

The intercom is connected, McAllenmont is right.

"Listen, this is Zhongfu Building. It has been kidnapped by a group of terrorists. They have killed one person and taken many hostages. Hurry up and send the most powerful anti-terrorism troops to rescue him." McAllen looked at the power displayed on the walkie-talkie and said nervously.

"Sir, how do you know this channel? Please report your driver's license number to check your identity. This channel is only for emergency calls. If you want to call the police, please call Jiuyaoyao. Thank you for your cooperation." The operator on the other end of the intercom said seriously.

McAllen: "..."

"Are you an idiot? If I could call, why would I use the walkie-talkie? Do you think I ordered pizza? Call the police immediately, or I will complain to you immediately." McAllen was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

"Sorry, sir, are you drinking? This is not a report center. If you want to call the police, please call Jiuyaoyao by yourself. Also, if you want to complain to me, it will be my reception, because today is Christmas, I am the only one who is unlucky to work in the entire wiring room. Thank you!"

McAllen: "..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

A row of bullets swept towards McAllen. McAllen rolled alertly with a lazy donkey, and avoided every bullet with luck.

"Bastard, if you don't call the police, can you bear the responsibility if something happens? I can tell you responsibly that your superiors will definitely let you take the blame, and it's all." McAllen shouted at the walkie-talkie while running away.

The operator's face turned green, and it seemed like there was gunfire. This guy was not too stupid, so he quickly called the Los Angeles Police Department.

"Bang bang-!" McAllen fired two symbolic shots behind him and continued to flee upstairs. Hans's people naturally clenched.

"Hey, let me tell you a good news. I have a guy lurking in the lobby outside the office on the thirty-second floor." McAllen ran to a corner and suddenly transferred the intercom channel back to the robber's frequency band, revealing why bother hiding.

Hans was still wondering why McAllen could use such a clumsy trick to save himself. Why do he lie under the table? He heard the intercom on the table and cursed. He quickly came out from under the table and just ran into a face with Henry who came out to visit him.

Henry hurriedly pulled out his gun.

It's too late, why should it be too despicable? He didn't slow down when he was sliding outside the table. Henry's hand had just touched the gun at his waist, why should it have arrived in front of him?

Why don’t you get up and just lie on the floor and go straight to Henry’s lower body, so that he can’t stand up to the ground. Why do you have the power to look up the data? The author is too lazy to check the data back.

He only heard a "boom--!" sound, and Henry soared into the sky, inserted his head into the ceiling hanging board, and died instantly. Why pick up the intercom on the table and run away quickly? This guy wasn't really afraid of Hans and his gang of robbers to escape. He was afraid of scaring the other party. If they didn't open the vault, they would cry.

"Sling vest guy, I'll fuck your wife." Why did you pick up the walkie-talkie and curse while running away.

McAllen shrugged when she heard He Bi's scolding, and then heard the gunshots of He Bi chasing him from the intercom. She felt a lot more balanced. There was no reason that her feet were about to be worn out. You were fucking sleeping.

Why rush to the elevator door and find that the elevator is locked, so I hurriedly ran towards the fire stairs.

"It's a miserable life!" Why do you have to explore the detection technique? I found that there were people going up and down the stairs, so I ran back to the corridor and drilled out of the exterior wall from a window in the corridor. Why do you fail to block the Hans gang?

"Impossible. The monitor saw that he had indeed run to the 21st floor. If you search carefully, he must be hiding in a corner." Hans said affirmatively, but he didn't know why he had gone down to the 19th floor along the climbable gap in the exterior wall, perfectly avoiding their encirclement.

"Dear Mr. Robber, I want to report that vest guy is hiding in the elevator shaft, probably between the twenty-ninth and the thirtyth floor. You can catch that bastard by breaking the elevator door open." Why bother to turn on the detection technique and find McAllen's location, and immediately sell it to Hans for tooth.

Hans, McAllen, why bother the intercom channels of the three parties are connected, why sell yourself to Hans? McAllen heard it immediately, scared McAllen's heart trembled and hurriedly visited the surroundings. There was no camera, it was a hell. How did that despicable guy know that he was hiding in the elevator shaft?
Chapter completed!