Chapter 1193 Going home for dinner (second update)
The evacuation process has little to do with the word smooth.
Although the patrol officers of the 10th and 18th Precincts set up blockades and parked police cars outside the blockades as bunkers, these blockades were fragile due to lack of manpower and neglect, and anyone could break in. Live
In this neighborhood, Irish civilians and black people either rushed to the street in panic, stood behind the yellow blockade and looked in the direction of their homes and prayed that the fire would not spread to their houses, or they hid in the basements of their homes, holding their own
He refused to come out with weapons that he knew were legal, and vowed to repel all those who came here to cause trouble.
If two civilians walk towards the block where there is a fierce exchange of fire without fear at this time, the patrol policemen guarding the perimeter will come to look for trouble no matter how slow they are, not to mention the Department of Homeland Security who has no idea what the news has received. Then Salomon will be out of thin air.
The fake IDs created are useless, whether they are from the FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D., and their progress will definitely be delayed by overly responsible Homeland Security agents.
"What should I do?" Little Lorna was a little anxious. She tightly grasped the pistol grip in her motorcycle jacket and tried to lower her voice to avoid being heard by the ordinary people around her. However, Salomon felt that she was a little too nervous. After all, now
Those civilians didn't have the attention to listen to them. The liveliness of the scene was not inferior to that of the gun battle inside. "We can't get in without using magic."
"This is Hell's Kitchen, anything can happen." Salomon glanced at the police car on the side of the road. Perhaps it was because the noise this time was too great, and the patrol officers were so anxious that they forgot where this place was, and they
Or maybe too many companions gave them a false sense of security, and they didn't actually take out the car keys. Maybe the patrol officers thought that they could park the car safely as the distance between themselves and the police car was less than ten meters, but this is Hell's Kitchen, the slums of Manhattan, here
Anything can happen, because this place is plagued by a disease called poverty. Salomon pulled out a pistol and a small dagger hidden in his wrist, and pressed the latter against the back of a child who was approaching on a bicycle.
, "Move forward, little pickpocket. I can smell the smell of marijuana on you from a kilometer away. Take a shower before stealing next time. Do as I say and don't move. I guarantee you will survive."
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No one expected that a police car would break through the blockade.
"Lower your head!" Salomon was driving this time. He yelled for little Lorna to huddle under the passenger seat, while listening to the 9mm bullets fired from the Glock pistols in the police's hands crackling on the car body.
, the two unlucky guys who originally owned this police car would never have thought that one day they would be attacked by a flash shock bomb.
Salomon did not choose to fight back, but stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly through the wall of officers from the 10th and 18th Precincts of the New York Police Department in front, and then threw a smoke bomb out of the broken car window to block the view.
The police in charge of the blockade did not dare to catch up. They thought they did not need to do so - there was a New York City SWAT blockade inside. The SWAT police also had bulletproof armored vehicles and many automatic rifles. No matter who the car thief was, he would be shot dead.
This ending.
They quickly reported the situation, and then the SWAT officer at the front responded that they had seen the police car.
However, the SWAT sniper said that he did not see anyone in the driver's seat, and the police car continued to rush forward without any intention of stopping. The SWAT officers, who were feeling cold in their hearts, first shouted a warning, then raised their rifles and fired at
The police car opened fire violently, but this still could not stop the impact of the police car. It was not until the police car crashed into a bulletproof armored vehicle parked on the side of the road that the SWAT police officers cautiously stepped forward to check the police car that suddenly stopped.
They opened the car door and saw a broom pressed against the accelerator. However, before the SWAT officers could relax, several flash bombs and smoke bombs bundled together fell from the driver's door in the next second, and thick white smoke
The piercing noise suddenly spread out from the center of the police car. Two figures, one large and one small, rolled out of the trunk and rushed directly into the building surrounded by SWAT. During this period, there were continuous noises that were suppressed by the silencer.
The sound of gunshots, and the screams of the SWAT team members because of the pain of the bullets piercing their calves. By the time Salomon changed the magazine again, he and little Lorna had left behind a group of SWAT policemen shouting "Someone has been shot!"
After entering the building, the sniper observing from a high place tried to shoot, but was unable to distinguish the target due to the diffuse smoke and did not dare to act rashly.
The SWAT police had surrounded the building for more than thirty minutes. During this period, they tried to enter but heard gunshots. Then they quickly retreated and continued to maintain the siege. In fact, Frank Cassell had already left the road.
passage, but the SWAT officers did not intend to enter the room for CQB operations. After all, the salary they received could not afford to let them die for this operation, especially when the opposite was the famous "Punisher", holding a gun outside.
The obstruction is already worthy of the salary paid to him by the New York State Government.
"Frank Cassel! Nick Fury wants me to take you out!" Salomon walked forward and loaded the pistol with the last bullet in the magazine. He shouted, "You remember me?"
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"Put down your weapons and don't make me say it again."
Although Salomon had already discovered his existence, he still allowed Frank Cassel to rush out of the door beside him and point a gun at his head. Although the weapons handled by Nick Fury were very powerful,
But it was not suitable for the combat environment here. After the agents brought the weapons over, Frank Cassell only selected some of them, which did not include using mortar shells to make improvised explosive devices. In other words, the explosion was not Frank Cassel's.
Cassell's behavior was a trap set by Nick Fury's agents.
"I remember you, I saw you twice." He glanced at the hostile little Lorna, "This is not a place for children."
"She is indeed not yet an adult, but she has already joined the game of this world."
Salomon put the gun into his holster calmly, and he also asked Lorna to do the same. "I'll take you out." He looked Frank Cassel up and down. Although black clothes can make people look very good.
It was difficult to see the blood stains clearly, but Salomon still saw several bullet holes in the black skull bulletproof vest worn by Frank Cassel, and blood was constantly seeping from his fingers and soles. "You are in this state.
You can't get out. Even if all the SWAT officers outside are shot in the calf, the remaining sniper is not something you can handle, so you either accept the suggestion or die here."
"So you are from SHIELD? Where are you going to take me?" The massive blood loss had made his consciousness blurry, but Frank Cassel remained alert. At this time, little Lorna had already begun to inspect the scene.
, judging from the traces what happened here - first, machine gun fire suppression, killing most of the Irish gang members. Then came flash shock bombs and CQB. A survivor was tortured and finally killed. The one thrown on the ground
The bloody dagger illustrates many things, including the brutality of Frank Cassell's interrogation methods.
"The safest place in New York, there are medical services there, as long as you agree to share information." Salomon stretched out his hand impatiently, "Are you leaving or not?"
"How are you going to leave?"
"You have nothing to do with this, just hold my arm. No matter what happens, don't let go, understand? Do you remember what happened in the wine glass? What happens next will be beyond your common sense." Frank Cassel said while holding on to his hand.
He put the gun back, keeping the muzzle pointed, and at the same time stretched out his bloody hand to hold Salomon's arm. "It's really unlucky. I can't wear this dress anymore. Lorna, hold my hand. We want it back."