After police officer Sharrit contacted the Joburg Police Headquarters, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"The SAPS special operations forces are heavily armed counter-terrorism forces composed of police elites. If they can come over, we will be fine."
In the darkness, his white eyes showed the light of hope.
"How long will it take for them to come?" Michelle asked.
"It only takes twenty minutes. The headquarters of the SAPS special operations force is not far from here." Sarit said.
Michelle pushed Charette and said, "Let's go to your detention room."
"I think I should stay outside. I don't want to go back to the detention room."
Sharit glanced at the various weapons in the car and said: "Give me the weapons, I can help you. I am also a policeman. Although I am not as powerful as you, I know how to shoot, so I can help."
Michelle looked at Sharit with disbelief. Could this guy have Stockholm Syndrome?
"I won't deal with you. We are on the same boat. They want to kill us. I can't just sit and wait for death!" Sharit begged sincerely: "You have too few people. One more person will give you more strength."
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"Do you know who you are facing?" Michelle looked at the black policeman in front of her with a joking look, "The gangs in your area are just their tools. They themselves are not just ordinary gangsters. Today
Later they can make the gangs switch sides and kill you, which means they have given enough benefits to the gangs, otherwise you can use your toes to imagine how they would attack you policemen."
"I know they are not gangsters." Sharit said: "Because of this, I should help even more. I don't want to die. I still have my family..."
Michelle thought about it and felt that this guy seemed quite sincere.
Indeed, there is currently a shortage of manpower.
In fact, it was only Qin Fei and four other people who defended the police station tonight. They were able to hold on thanks to their extremely superb individual soldier qualities. In fact, the area of the police station is not small, and just four people are really stretched.
"My colleagues can also help. Don't worry. I know that it was not you who killed Chief Top and other colleagues. Although we are not good policemen, we still value our lives, and we don't want to die here."
"Okay." Michelle was finally persuaded by Charette. One more person means more strength. This is true.
"Hugo, bring the other officer in the detention room to me and give him a gun!"
"What!?" Hugo shot down a gangster who was trying to break into the police station, and shouted loudly while changing the magazine: "Major, did I hear you right? Give them weapons!?"
"Execute the order!"
"Yes!" Hugo muttered and shouted to Connor: "I want to leave for a while, Connor, please watch me."
"It's okay. Their attack paused and then retreated. Go and take someone with you." Connor replied immediately.
Hugo crouched and trotted to the detention room of the police station. After opening the door, he pulled out a dagger and cut the restraints on the policeman inside and took him out.
"Don't play tricks. If you want to save your life, it's best to cooperate with us. After this is over, you can go home and hug your wife. If you play tricks, you don't need to wait for people outside to kill you. I will kill you."
He warned this and that policeman, and the policeman nodded solemnly and said repeatedly: "No, no, definitely not."
Walk out of the detention room and follow the passage to the garage in front of the office area.
Suddenly, the door banged, and wood chips flew everywhere. Almost at the same time, the policeman walking in front flew out backwards and hit Hugo directly. The two fell to the ground almost at the same time.
When Connor saw Hugo falling to the ground, he screamed and rushed over. He lay on the ground and began to carefully examine Hugo's injuries.
There was a big hole in the policeman's chest. A 1.7mm-caliber Barrett sniper bullet penetrated the door and directly opened a transparent hole in the poor guy's chest, which was big enough to fit into a rice bowl.
"Hugo! Are you okay!?"
Connor pushed away the policeman's body and gently helped Hugo up, trying to see where his wounds were.
"I'm fine..."
Hugo struggled to sit upright, ran his hands all over his body, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I was just knocked down."
Qin Fei noticed the death of the policeman and said to Mist who was squatting in the corner opposite him: "The guy opposite seems to have an infrared heat source detector, be careful!"
"Why are we okay!?" Mist shrank his neck in fear.
"Clothes, our combat uniforms!" Qin Fei reminded Mist: "Are you so scared? Our combat uniforms probably have a suppression function!"
This combat uniform was provided by MI17. It is a multi-terrain camouflage with infrared suppression coating. Everyone is wearing helmets and hoods. Qin Fei is also wearing a gas mask. Even if there is an infrared detector on the opposite side, it will be difficult to isolate him.
The wall found them.
No one knew that the other party had this kind of equipment before, so the policeman died the most unjustly. He was wearing an ordinary police uniform, and as soon as he walked out, the detector on the opposite side detected the infrared heat source emitting from his body.
, so I shot him immediately.
Sharit saw that one of his colleagues had died. There were five people on duty, and now he was the only one left.
This guy's psychological defense suddenly collapsed. Just now he was ambitious to kill the enemy with Michelle and others. Now when he saw the miserable state of his colleagues, he immediately squatted on the ground like a quail in winter, shivering.
Crying bitterly.
"Fake!" Connor looked back at the policeman and couldn't help but ridiculed: "Weren't you so awesome just now that you wanted to fight alongside us? Now you're crying!"
He rushed over, found a spare combat uniform from the van and threw it to Sharit, and then threw the body armor tactical vest and MK18 at his feet.
"If you are a man, don't cry like a girl. Crying can't save your life! If I were you, I would pick up a gun and avenge my friends."
Charette was still crying. Connor didn't have time to do any ideological work for him, so he and Hugo quickly returned to their defensive positions.
"Tonight, we suffered a big loss!"
Qin Fei looked at Major Michel who had returned to his defensive position on the right and couldn't help but laugh: "Major, you have been on so many missions, have you ever thought that one day you would be in such a mess by your colleagues?"
"No, we have encountered a very strong opponent." Michelle was really straightforward and didn't think there was anything shameful about it. "We were careless. We didn't expect that the intelligence work of the Cornerstone Project was so good and they were so accurate.
We found our location and direction of activities.”
Qin Fei added: "Maybe there are people from them in your organization, or maybe your own system itself is being monitored by others..."
Michelle was shocked!
She suddenly remembered something. What Qin Fei said made sense.
"Joyce! Check your channel line and ask George to check if the line is being monitored!"
"Yes, Major!" Joyce replied.
"I'm just joking, do you take it seriously?" Qin Fei was stunned.
Michelle's expression became very serious and she shook her head: "No, I don't think you are joking. Why is the Cornerstone Project so aware of our actions? They can interfere with most of our lines. Why is our car radio the only channel?
No interference? Is it really because our anti-interference technology is too good?"
Qin Fei was also shocked.
That's right, Americans' technology is not inferior to that of the British at all.
Especially for black ops organizations like the Cornerstone Project, the technology they use is even more cutting-edge, and they even have access to many confidential equipment that are still in the experimental stage.
If so...
"Major, do you think they would dare to kill the police if they found out that we called the police?!"
Hearing Qin Fei's words, Michelle's face turned green. (To be continued)