Although the Citadel is worth every inch of land, as it moves away from the ring area and gets closer to the "petal tip" of the guard area, its public security and order deteriorate more and more seriously. It is also generally called the suburbs, or the law.
foreign land.
Da da da!
Boom! Boom!
At this time, a gun battle was taking place on the outskirts of the Third Guard District.
One side is a well-trained mercenary with uniform uniforms and weapons, while the other side——
"Hey John! You never told me that being on patrol was such an exciting job!"
Garrus Vakarian, a turian wearing CSEC police armor, fired his rifle until it overheated, then retreated into the bunker and gestured to Thanos, who was wearing the same armor.
Thumb, said loudly.
"Directing traffic! Dealing with illegal vehicles certainly doesn't end there!" Because the gunfire was too loud, Thanos threw out a few grenades and responded loudly: "But after seizing the red sand and following the clues to find the drug dealer's lair, it's another matter.
Got it!"
"But what's wrong with Grunt here!" A man holding a giant shotgun kept firing, and the huge white krogan's shield exploded. After being shot several times, he reluctantly said
Huddle behind cover and start using medical gel to heal yourself.
"You jumped into the police car yourself!" Gallas responded from afar: "I just wanted to give you a ticket for carrying a prohibited weapon!"
"Wherever you said there was a fight! Wherever there was a fight, there was Grant!" Thanos poked his head out from behind the bunker and fired a rocket directly towards the enemy position.
Boom!!
The rocket seemed to detonate something unexpected, causing a violent explosion at the impact point. The Batarian mercenaries who originally faced Thanos were killed and wounded, and the rest fled into the building behind them.
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"That's Grant's 'ex-wife'!" Grant exclaimed.
"Looking at the bright side, Gallas will have no reason to give you a ticket." Thanos left the bunker and patted his huge shoulder.
"Yes, it is not the duty of a patrol officer to illegally use deadly force." Guerras also left the bunker and pointed his gun at the entrance and windows of the building.
"Grant didn't feel comforted at all!" Grant roared, then lowered his head and looked at Thanos: "When are you going to go in?"
"Wait a minute, let me check the information." Thanos looked up at the warehouse ahead and quickly operated the multi-purpose tool: "I found it. The house in front belongs to 'Kola Logistics', a company that handles various freight requirements.
The transportation company, which mainly operates in systems far away from the Citadel, has been fined many times for participating in smuggling, and is said to have unclear connections with the Batarians."
"It's strange that you don't know," Grant shouted: "Those mercenaries all have six eyes."
"Smuggling, multiple times, just a fine?" Gallas stared at him with dark eyes: "Are all the guys in the Customs Affairs Bureau idiots?"
"Don't say that, maybe they just took the money," Thanos closed the multi-tool: "In addition, CSES is also theoretically a subordinate unit of the Customs Affairs Bureau."
"So what now? Call for backup?" Gallas asked.
"Oh, if we ask for support, the higher-ups will definitely tell us to stand still, and then when the reinforcements come in a hurry, the people inside will have already run away." Thanos slid the gun bolt: "My suggestion is, first
Ask for support, let the guys inside think they are safe, and then rush in directly to find their red sand inventory and capture a few more heavyweights."
"Grant likes this idea." Grant grinned, revealing two rows of shark-like teeth.
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An hour later, two ordinary patrol officers and an enthusiastic citizen successfully destroyed a drug trafficking and smuggling stronghold, killed and captured nearly a hundred mercenaries and drug traffickers, and seized an astonishing amount of smuggled items and red sand.
The battle process was lackluster. Turians were all soldiers, Krogan was the strongest individual soldier in the galaxy, and a "Star Alliance N7". Not to mention a bunch of scattered mercenaries, even a regular army of the same number was not.
How long can it last?
"Hey, Grant, we are grateful for your help, but you really don't have the legitimacy to do anything. If you are caught by someone, you will be in trouble." Gallas glanced at the bundled and arranged clothes.
Putting the prisoners in order, he said to the krogan.
"There is nothing to worry about. Grant's father is the leader of the third largest Krogan tribe. Grant has diplomatic immunity." Grant bared his teeth.
"What a coincidence, my father is the chapter leader, and the turian member of the parliament has to call me cousin." Galax responded.
"..." The two of them looked at Thanos together.
"Huh? Is it a household registration check?" Thanos looked at them: "My father is a dentist."
"No one asked you this..." Gallas patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't have the power to protect yourself or Beijing, I will cover you too."
"Alas..." Thanos sighed.
"Don't be discouraged. You are determined to do big things. In today's situation, there is no way you can just be a small patrolman." Gallas continued to pat him on the shoulder.
"No, I sighed because I found a scum of my race," Thanos nodded to Gallas, stepped forward into the group of captives, and lifted a human man out by his collar:
"Hello, Mr. Ha Jin, we humans have gone to war with the Batarians, but you stand on their side and share money from the smuggling network. What do you think this behavior of yours is called?"
"I'm not very sensitive to the appearance of you humans, but this name seems to be the deputy director of CSES, right?" Gallas asked: "It seems that the trouble we caused this time is quite big."
"This is a misunderstanding..." Ha Jin rolled his eyes: "I am an undercover, do you know? Undercover, if you don't come today, next month their entire smuggling network will be exposed, instead of just being caught like this
Some small fish and shrimps, please let me go now and our plan can continue."
"Okay, you go talk to Director Allen." Thanos responded with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't be ignorant of flattery," Ha Jin's expression changed: "Even if I am imprisoned for a while, I will be paroled soon without any concrete evidence. An N7 leader like you with no background, I have
There are hundreds of ways to make it impossible for you to survive."
"Wow," Grant brought his big head closer: "Can Grant just blow his head off? Grant has diplomatic immunity."
"..." Thanos looked at his multi-purpose tool, then scratched his head: "Forget it, there is no need to waste it on him."
Outside the warehouse, the piercing sound of sirens gradually approached.
