For safety reasons, the SWAT officers retreated to the stairs.
Twenty-five people were filled in one after another, but no one came out alive. What's even more sad is that so many people died, but they didn't even understand what was going on inside the house.
The waiting SWAT police were so nervous. You could tell by looking at their eyes that although their faces were covered tightly, their eyes were the windows to the soul and could not hide the violent fluctuations in their moods.
The top management issued an order to temporarily stop the operation. The frustrated special police had already thought that the tough battle should be left to the special air service group.
SAS, the abbreviation of Special Air Service Group.
The top counter-terrorism force in the UK and the world.
This Army Special Forces, established in the early days of World War II, has countless glory.
It once made the Desert Fox Rommel helpless and is one of the few proud capitals of the British Army without a royal title.
However, it would take forty minutes for the SAS troops to get to London from their base near the Kensington Mountains, one hundred and thirty miles away, by the fastest armed helicopter.
Forty minutes is a long wait for everyone present, but people would rather wait than risk death or bear responsibility.
Outside the building, Officer Ball squatted in despair behind the police car and smoked. Senior police officers went to the scene to take command. He, a small character, had no chance to cause trouble. Moreover, the matter was so serious that the senior police officers were determined to investigate thoroughly.
what to do?
The distraught Bauer repeatedly asked himself, and now he somewhat understood why the high-ranking big shot sent people to find him, gave him money, promised him a bright future, and framed him. It was definitely not because he valued him, but mostly because he was
He is a small character, and it doesn't matter. He doesn't involve anyone.
"***...."
Bauer gritted his teeth and cursed. At this moment, he could only vent his anger and pray that the SAS people would come and kill the bastard and the girl who were causing trouble in the room.
"Coffee, hot dogs, eat some first, keep your spirits up, and watch how the SAS people perform." Ball's colleague gave Ball a share of the coffee and hot dogs he bought.
"Thank you..." Bauer took it absentmindedly, unwilling to eat it.
Room 503.
Wearing a blood-stained SWAT uniform, Alves was leaning in a corner. This corner was a blind spot for shooting, and people outside the door had to walk into the living room to see it.
Seven or eight red laser beams were shot diagonally downward from the apartment building opposite, swinging left and right. It was obvious that there were multiple snipers lurking in the commanding heights opposite. There were people on the roof of the building, people outside the building, and even more people inside the building.
Trapped in siege!
After Alves understood his situation, he smiled bitterly.
"Master..." At the door of the bedroom, Erya crept out cautiously.
"Avoid the laser beam..." Alves hurriedly reminded the little girl who was crawling over. The second girl hummed and crawled to Alves' side against the wall with the window.
"Master, why did they stop?" Erya asked softly.
"We should be waiting for more powerful special forces..." After Alves finished speaking, he smiled and showed his pride of contempt for his opponents. The special police wanted to deal with him, but they were far behind.
Erya couldn't help but worry about how the master could deal with more and more powerful people by himself. She saw that the master was surrounded by equipment of dead SWAT officers, submachine guns, grenades, body armor, gas masks, and shields. She picked out an MP5 from the charge.
He held a submachine gun, stared at the master, and said extremely seriously: "Master, let's fight together."
Alves smiled happily. This girl was a born warrior. If it were any other child or even an adult, she would have been so frightened that she would have collapsed.
She must be protected.
Alves rubbed Erya's little face, swore secretly, and began to look around the room. He moved inadvertently, and the butt of the submachine gun in his hand touched the wall behind him.
Alves, who had excellent hearing, was suddenly excited. He turned sideways and knocked on the wall. It was indeed empty. He thought that there should be a pipe well behind the wall.
"Stay still, I'll get the fire ax in the corridor." Alves made a prompt decision, dodged the red laser beam, moved out single-handedly, moved to the door, and threw three grenades in the direction of the stairwell.
There was a loud explosion, and two bombs emitted smoke that choked the eyes and nose.
The incident occurred suddenly. The special police in the stairwell mistakenly thought that Alves was about to come out, so they retreated in panic. The densely packed people on the stairs became restless, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
One person made more than 200 people tremble with fear. Tonight, Alves was very majestic. He took the opportunity to take out the fire ax from the fire cabinet in the corridor, calmly returned to the room, and swung the ax to split the wall. Soon, there were many big holes in the wall, such as
As Alves expected, this was a tube well.
The mess of wires and cables sandwiching the gas pipes is too unreasonable.
Alves thought about the age of this building and felt relieved. What else could an old house in a slum area do? He put down the axe, picked up a strong flashlight, and illuminated the pipe well.
The pipe well leads underground.
Just enough for the slender Erya to go down.
Not only was Alves not disappointed, but his heart dropped a little. At least Erya could escape from the Jedi. As for what he would do...just leave it to fate.
"Listen to the master and get down from here." Alves didn't want to say anything else, picked up Erya and stuffed her into the pipe well.
Erya realized that the master could not go down the pipe well with her, so she cried. She held the hole tightly with both hands and choked: "Master, I won't leave, I want to accompany you."
"Silly girl, why are you crying? The master will be fine for sure. You go first. The master will have no worries and he will definitely be able to get out." Alves held Erya's face and spoke earnestly.
Erya still shook her head.
The little girl who has lost many close relatives does not want to leave the master she regards as her family member.
"Master promises not to leave you alone." Alves swore, beating his chest. When Erya saw this, she nodded with tears and began to move down.
"Take this, you'll need it." Alves put the bright flashlight into Erya's pocket, and the strong light passed through the clothes, illuminating a small space.
Erya moved every ten centimeters and looked up until it became pitch black and could not see the broken hole clearly. She choked with sobs and lowered her head, keeping looking down.
In the room, Alves felt relieved and took out his cigarette case and lighter, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently. The darkness covered the tears in his eyes, and he was even more reluctant to part with Erya.
Time passes quietly.
The roar of the helicopter came from far to near.
"Finally here..." Alves closed his eyes and slowly opened them. He didn't move and planned to stick to the corner. The later the police discovered the hole in the wall, the greater the chance of the little girl escaping.
In the night sky, two helicopters hovered, and more than thirty people slid down to the roof of the building. They were wrapped in special warfare equipment, and their armbands were embroidered with a sword with long wings, and a string of English words that translated into Chinese...
The brave will win!
The police evacuated all the residents on the first to fourth floors.
The people living on the fifth floor waited for the fire truck to arrive at the scene, and were transferred from the fire truck's ladder. The entire building was cleared, and the SAS people began to check the equipment.
