A body was thrown into the bank, which shocked everyone present. The onlookers outside the cordon exclaimed, sighed for the dead, and worried about the hostages. The leaders were worried. This time, the city government took the lead in the Jiangbei Hundred Days Safety Campaign.
I'm afraid the activity will be ruined.
The robbers killed people brazenly and viciously. They had weapons and hostages in their hands. After being completely surrounded by the police, they not only refused to surrender, but also threw out corpses in protest. This shows that this group of robbers is by no means an easy person. If they are not handled properly, they may be killed.
It will cost a few more lives and cause extremely bad social impact. In that case, there will be a lot of negative consequences.
Therefore, the leaders were very nervous, staring closely at Secretary Hu, waiting for him to make up his mind.
After all, Secretary Hu was the old police officer. He waved his hand and said: "Criminals are very cunning. It is not appropriate to attack by force. Let the negotiators from the city bureau come!"
A call was made to the city bureau and they learned that the negotiators were already on the way. While everyone was waiting anxiously, they also began to prepare for a strong attack. In addition to the three snipers at the commanding heights, an assault team was dispatched to climb to the bank.
On the roof, ready to break through the window at any time.
Three minutes later, a car with an o-marked license plate came quickly. A fat middle-aged man jumped out of the back seat. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and he kept wiping it with a tissue in his fat hand.
After sweating, everyone recognized him. This was Fatty Liang, the boss of Golden Shield Company.
Fatty Liang suddenly received a call from the city bureau, saying that a robbery at the Bank of Communications business hall on Dalian Road was related to people from the Golden Shield Company. He immediately drove over and thought of countless possibilities along the way, but no matter what kind of scenario he was, he
Even the boss can't get away from it.
Sure enough, when they saw him coming, both Secretary Hu and Deputy Director Song had stern expressions on their faces. Director Song pointed at the Passat and said, "What's going on with this car!"
Fatty Liang wiped his sweat and looked over. He recognized it, wasn't it Li Quanquan's car?
Li Quanquan is a guy who knows how to get things done, and his relationships are relatively complicated. There is nothing he can't settle, so he is deeply loved by Fatty Liang. But at this moment, he can't care about so much. The first impression is that this guy is taking advantage of his position.
So, rob a bank!
"Song Bureau, this is Xiao Li's car from our unit. I really don't know what happened."
Fatty Liang firmly believed in the principle that misfortunes come from the mouth. Although he had made a conclusion for Lao San in his heart, he still did not dare to say anything nonsense.
"This Li Quanquan, has anything unusual happened recently?" Bureau Song also found her husband safe, and the questions were all on point.
"No, everything is normal. When the comrade in the office issued the gun traffic notice in the morning, I was still talking and laughing with him."
Secretary Hu keenly grasped the key points of Fatty Liang's words, interrupted him directly and asked: "Golden Shield Company will hand over the guns tomorrow?"
"Yes, uniformly replace the riot guns." Deputy Director Song replied.
"Does Li Quanquan carry a gun?" Secretary Hu continued to ask.
Fatty Liang wanted to slap himself twice. Li Quanquan was not a front-line escort, but he was equipped with a gun. This was an obvious violation. However, he thought that Li Quanquan was a police officer for his husband and was cautious in doing things, so he made an exception and gave him a gun.
Gun, if nothing happens, you can say anything, but as long as something happens, your position as the boss will not be preserved.
"That...is worthy." The sweat on Fatty Liang's head was dripping down, and the expression on his face was as ugly as it could be. Now is not the time to tell lies. If you hide something, you will not be demoted.
The problem is to pursue criminal liability.
"What gun? How many bullets!" Secretary Hu chased after him.
"May 4th, I don't know the bullets, maybe ten...eight or six rounds." Fatty Liang said with difficulty, his Adam's apple was squirming, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.
Secretary Hu and Deputy Director Song exchanged glances, and then Deputy Director Song said with an expressionless face: "You can suspend your duties first and stay there. I will call you if anything happens."
Fatty Liang went down crying, scolding all the eight generations of Li Quanquan's ancestors in his heart. This guy usually looked smart, but why would it be such a big deal when something went wrong!
After a few more minutes, the negotiator from the municipal bureau finally arrived. He was a policeman who had received training at the Provincial Public Security College. He wore a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked polite and approachable.
, he briefly talked with the on-site commander for a few words, understood the situation, and then went to work.
The expert comrade did not expose himself to the gangster's gun like in the Hollywood movie, nor did he go straight to talk to the robber face to face. Instead, he hid in a relatively sturdy-looking car.
Behind the anti-riot vehicle, a loudspeaker was raised.
"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded. Now there are hundreds of heavily armed police outside. You can't fly. I advise you to stop at the brink and turn back. There is no way out through confrontation!"
The answer was a gunshot, and the expert immediately lay down behind the anti-riot vehicle and did not dare to show his head. Secretary Hu and other leaders all shook their heads. What kind of expert was this? It was simply adding to the chaos.
Arrogant shouts came from the bank: "People outside, listen, I have a large group of hostages in my hands. If you don't get out of the way quickly and make way for me, I will shoot a hostage every five minutes!"
The gangsters were extremely rampant and seemed to have enough bullets, which made the leaders very worried. Several leaders briefly exchanged opinions and believed that they must not compromise with the criminals and should immediately prepare for a strong attack.
The leaders of the Bank of Communications also arrived at the scene and brought the construction drawings of the business hall. The police made corresponding arrangements based on the drawings, and each team entered the fighting position.
At this time, support from the Armed Police Force also arrived. Four snipers were in position, and anti-terrorism team members holding Type 95 assault rifles were also ready to go into battle. The morale of the police increased greatly. Secretary Hu held a walkie-talkie and glanced at the front-line police outside the gate.
The snipers on the commanding heights, the SWAT team members on the roof, and the armed police armed with bulletproof shields gathered on both sides of the bank gate were so confident that they were about to issue the order for a general attack.
Suddenly, a burst of crying children came from the bank, and at the same time came the gangster's rampant shouting: "Damn you, if you don't answer me, you think I am farting, I will kill one of you right now to show you."
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Shen Fang heard her daughter's cry and was so frightened that she couldn't take a breath and fainted on the spot. Fang Fei rushed to rescue her. Scar bit her lip tightly and suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the temporary headquarters.
As he walked, he shouted: "Wait a minute, my daughter is inside!"
As soon as Secretary Hu waved his hand, four special police officers rushed over and held Scar down. Scar, a strong man, was forced to death. With two pistols pointed at his head, he could only stare fiercely.
That group of leaders.
Secretary Hu looked grim and pressed the call button on the intercom: "Attention, all groups!"
On the commanding heights, the snipers of the special police and armed police pulled the bolts of their guns. On the roof, the commandos also tightened the zip ropes. Behind the pile of police cars in front of the bank, the police from all walks of life raised their pistols, waiting for the final blow.
Order.
Suddenly, Secretary Hu's cell phone rang. He frowned and wanted to hang up, but when he saw a familiar number, he pressed the answer button.
"Old leader, it's you, what? Madam is inside, okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Secretary Hu sighed softly and said into the intercom: "The operation is cancelled. Repeat, the operation is cancelled."
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While they were busy outside, a fierce confrontation was also going on inside the bank.
The bloody body was thrown out by Liu Ziguang and Lao San under the gunpoint of the robbers, but it seemed that it did not have the desired effect. Not only did the police not compromise, they even put on their white coats and hid in the car.
Later, when I was trying to persuade him to surrender, the tall robber got angry and shot him, and the damn loudspeaker went mute.
But the two robbers couldn't extinguish their anger. The short robber pulled Niuniu over, put five bullets on the little girl's head, and shouted frantically outside that he wanted to kill the child and show them to them.
Liu Ziguang couldn't stand it now. His hands were hanging down naturally, but his nerves were already tense. He could draw a gun and shoot at any time. Although rashly drawing out the gun would bring endless trouble to himself, but for the sake of an innocent little life
, he doesn’t care about so much anymore.
Of course, if you can do without a gun, try not to use it. He said in a calm and gentle tone: "Brothers, don't scare the children."
The short robber turned his head, pointed at Liu Ziguang with five consecutive shots and shouted: "What do you do?"
Liu Ziguang remained motionless because he saw that the robber's finger was not on the trigger, but in a professional gold-fingered state. At least he had no murderous intentions now.
"I'm just a little gangster, nothing." Liu Ziguang said calmly.
"Damn it, you're tired of living, right? Well, I'll kill you first!" As he said that, the short man left Niuniu and was about to grab Liu Ziguang. The third child squatted aside and glanced at Liu Ziguang from the corner of his eyes, feeling a little a little bit in his heart.
I am gloating about my misfortune and asking you to pretend to be a big clove of garlic. You are unlucky, right?
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense. All the hostages in the bank closed their eyes in fear and trembled. They thought that Liu Ziguang had angered the robbers and would definitely be shot in the head. Liu Ziguang was also prepared to fight back. That gun
Wusi was loaded and ready to shoot at any time. At such a close range, hitting his right eye would not hurt his left eye, and it would definitely kill him with one shot. The only worry was the reaction speed of the tall robber.
The short robber held up five consecutive rounds and took aim at Liu Ziguang for a long time. Finally, he stopped shooting and spat on the ground: "You are so damn smart, just like when I was young."
Liu Ziguang's crisis was over, and the robbers probably had some residual conscience. They really let go of Niu Niu, and then lifted up the third child who was squatting on the ground: "This guy with a fat head and a powdery face is not a good guy at first glance, so let him go."
It’s broken, let those cops take a look!”
The third child suddenly lost his mind. He had been laughing at Liu Ziguang just now, but now disaster befell him. The black muzzle of the five-shot shotgun stretched out and was pressed against his chin. The third child knew the power of this gun very well.
After one shot, his head turned into a gourd of blood. No matter how good the funeral parlor makeup artist was, he couldn't piece it together. In the future, he would have to use a wooden head instead at the memorial service.
At the critical moment of life and death, the third child couldn't care less and shouted anxiously: "Don't kill me, I'm useful!"
The tall robber waved his hand to stop his accomplice from further action. He came over and put a May 4 pistol on the third man's forehead and asked: "Tell me, what are you good for? As long as I am not satisfied at all, I will make your head explode."
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"I have been a policeman, and I am familiar with their tricks! Don't kill me, I can help you escape!"