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Chapter 048 Confrontation

At 5:38, Deputy Director Wood, who had received emergency promotion, rushed to the General Grant National Memorial. As soon as he got off the helicopter, he asked the police officer at the scene: "Does the suspect have any hostages?"

"Probably not," the on-site commanding officer said.

"Then why are you hesitating? Let the emergency service team fire tear gas inside. I don't believe he can die inside and not come out." The deputy director finally seized the opportunity to show off. In order to end the case perfectly,

We even brought reporters from the media.

"Yes, sir." The on-site commanding officer immediately went to carry out the order.

Deputy Director Wood, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, stood in the distance and allowed the media cameramen around him to take pictures of his majestic and commanding figure.

Zhou Qingfeng only waited in the memorial hall for about three minutes before the imaginary tear gas bombs were thrown in. And it wasn't just one or two. The police were afraid that there wouldn't be enough, so they actually threw in seven or eight.

Looking at the smoking projectile, Zhou Qingfeng could only put on the gas mask helplessly. He had killed and robbed two ESU SWAT team members before, and the full set of police equipment was very complete.

After putting on the gas mask, his vision was severely blocked, and the smoke from tear gas made it even harder to see objects several meters away. Zhou Qingfeng could only prick up his ears and pay attention to what was going on outside.

After waiting quietly for about three minutes, neither party responded.

Deputy Director Wood squatted outside and watched a large amount of white smoke coming from the entrance of the memorial hall. Although he was standing far away, a gust of wind blew over him. Without a gas mask, he was choked by the weak gas and coughed loudly. His majestic image was slightly damaged.

. He asked: "What's going on? Why didn't the criminal come out?"

The commanding officer hesitated and said: "Maybe he was choked and fainted inside."

What he said made sense. Deputy Director Wood felt that he couldn't stand it after just a little smell. The suspect in the memorial hall was definitely going to be smoked to death. He waved his hand and said as if the overall situation was decided: "Then rush in and kill the suspect."

Bring it out."

In the memorial hall, Zhou Qingfeng had quietly moved to the door of the hall, and the firearm in his hand was replaced by a semi-automatic Benelli M4 Super 90. After waiting for a while, he heard a soft sound of footsteps coming from the door.

But very stable.

The tear gas smoke in the memorial hall has not dissipated, and it is difficult to see clearly in the white. Zhou Qingfeng stood near the door like a pillar, quietly watching four special police officers with guns walking in from outside.

Four armed special police officers formed a diagonal formation and quickly circled the dome hall in small steps. As a result... they found nothing.

"Could it be in the pit of the mausoleum?" a special police officer asked with an idea.

So the four special police officers walked to the stone fence of the pit and pointed their guns at the coffins of Mr. and Mrs. Grant in the pit. But there was still no coffin!

Where were the people? The four special police officers died of confusion in the white smoke. What could they do with no one alive or dead?

At this time, the commanding officer outside asked on the radio, "How is the situation inside? Have you found the suspect?"

"Sir, we haven't found anything!" the leading SWAT officer replied, but he immediately asked his companions beside him: "Wait..., how many of us are coming in?"

"Four." said the companion.

"One, two, three, four." The leading SWAT officer counted the heads on his side and said confused again: "Why did I just hear the footsteps of five people?"

Five people?!

Now all four special police officers came to their senses and immediately wanted to turn around. However, Zhou Qingfeng, who had been following them, opened fire first.

Bang..., the lead of the No. 12 shotgun shot out from the muzzle, and the semi-automatic gun was loaded again. Zhou Qingfeng pulled the trigger six times in a row, using all the six rounds of ammunition in the barrel as quickly as possible.

Hit short.

In order to deal with the situation where the target could not be seen clearly in the smoke, Zhou Qingfeng specially picked a dozen shotguns. After six shots, all four New York SWAT policemen who were attacked from behind fell down.

Even the bulletproof vest could not protect the back of the neck. Zhou Qingfeng, who was in an extremely alert state, pulled the trigger four times in one second. Now his strengthened body could bear the heavy load of multiple explosions.

As gunshots rang out, a call came over the radio from the commanding officer outside, asking what happened inside the memorial hall. However, he never received a reply.

It was quiet again inside and outside the memorial hall, but the policemen blocking the door could hear their own breathing, and the hands holding their guns began to sweat.

The guy inside is fine at all!

The commanding officer immediately gritted his teeth and ordered: "Bring the mobile heavy riot shield, push the shield and attack inside. Also, order the people from the emergency service team to climb to the dome of the memorial hall and prepare to break the windows and attack inside.

Attack. Be sure to kill that bastard."

In two or three minutes, five or six special police officers climbed to the upper floor of the memorial hall and slowly walked up to the glass skylights with guns in hand. These glass windows were all decorated with beautiful religious decorations, and they were ready to break these precious glass windows at any time.

Go in.

Two heavy bulletproof shields with rollers were carried over by the police and slowly pushed to the entrance of the memorial hall. However, just when the commanding officer was about to launch an attack, Deputy Chief Wood received the news and his men caught another

Fugitive suspect Lena Fox.

"Bring her here." The deputy director said.

Soon, the ugly-faced Miss Fox was pushed outside the memorial hall. Wood put a large loudspeaker into her hand and said with a cold face: "I don't want my police officers to suffer any more losses, so go call your companions out. This

It can also alleviate your sins."

Lena Fox tried to drive away, but was caught by the police who were searching in the nearby area. Now she was pushed by two police officers to the gate of the memorial hall, holding a loudspeaker with a straight face and shouting: "Victoria

Kedo, are you okay?"

Do you want to enter chat mode?

Zhou Qingfeng was very happy about this. While collecting weapons from the dead SWAT police officers, he shouted loudly: "I'm okay. How are you? Are you arrested?"

"Yes, without your protection, I was arrested soon." Lena Fox said this very pitifully, "The police hope that you can surrender and you will receive a fair trial..."

"

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time. It was already 5:54, and the catastrophe was about to begin in the last few minutes. Just hold on, chat and get over it. And he would not surrender at this time. He was

Are you trapped in the iron cage of a police car, watching the police disappear, and then waiting to starve to death?

"Well, I'm willing to surrender, but I want to have a free dinner at the end. I hope to eat food cooked by the most famous chef in the most famous restaurant in New York. As long as you agree to my conditions, I will surrender." Zhou Qingfeng is very calculating.

Just wait for time to pass slowly.

But at this moment, a special police officer in the dome hall suddenly reported to the commanding officer: "Sir, I saw that kid. I am 100% sure to kill him."

"Are you sure?" The commanding officer had already lost four of his men, and he already hated Zhou Qingfeng deeply.

"I'm sure." Through the stained glass window, the special police on the dome raised the assault rifle in his hand.

The commanding police officer immediately said viciously: "Then take action and kill him! I don't want to see him walk out of the memorial hall alive."


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