Before Newman could recover, Pier 2 was already filled with smoke.
These BOPE members all had tear gas guns in their hands, and they seemed to be free of charge. They were wildly firing bullets that were either smoke grenades or tear gas grenades into the Pier 2 venue.
"What are you..." Newman smacked his lips, not understanding what Linde was going to do.
"Since they have anti-tank weapons, I will first use tear gas and smoke grenades to make them unable to take care of themselves." Linde seemed confident.
Four BOPE members on the roof of the TUP car fired dozens of tear gas canisters into Pier 2 before stopping.
Now, looking from the outside, it was no longer clear what was going on inside the venue. The uniformed patrol officers surrounding the dock saw nothing but smoke.
Suddenly, Newman asked, there was an irritating smell in the air, as if countless needles were being stabbed in the trachea, his eyes felt burning pain, and his throat seemed to have been sprinkled with spicy pepper, and he suddenly coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough——"
As he coughed, tears streamed down his face.
"Major, ask your people to move away. There is a lot of tear gas here, and it is easy for people to feel uncomfortable." Lieutenant Linde said with an apologetic look, taking out a gas mask from his carrying bag and putting it on.
"Of course, if you also have gas masks, you'd better put them on."
Newman wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He coughed violently when he opened his mouth.
Damn it!
These damn skulls, they always do things so uniquely and have no sense of cooperation at all.
However, Newman is also accustomed to BOPE's style of conduct. In the eyes of these members of the special police commando company, ordinary police officers are simply weak and can't do anything well.
Gas mask?
Which ordinary patrol officer would put something like this in his car?
He quickly ran back, got into his car and closed the door, then picked up the mineral water and took a sip, feeling finally better.
Picking up the radio, he began to issue orders to expand the encirclement.
"Attention all units, BOPE is now preparing to attack. They have launched a large number of tear gas and smoke grenades, and evacuate immediately to avoid accidental injuries."
After saying that, he waved to the driver: "Let's move back a little, damn, these bastards just don't understand how to write the word cooperation!"
The police surrounding Pier 2 began to retreat one after another, and the formation seemed a bit chaotic. Because there was wind on the pier, although it was not strong, a large amount of tear gas was still blown everywhere by the breeze, and many unlucky policemen were inhaled.
He must be as embarrassed as a dog.
Just as the policemen who had surrounded Pier 2 on the ground began to retreat one after another, in the sky, on the helicopter of the National Police Air Service Team, the sergeant looked at the situation underground and couldn't help but said "Eh" out of curiosity.
One sound.
"What's going on down there?"
"What happened?" His colleagues in the cabin asked him, "Why did I see a piece of smoke below?"
"It seems so." The sergeant shook his head and said unclearly: "It's such a big smoke. Who is setting off the smoke bomb?"
Newman's order to retreat came through the earphones, and everyone seemed to understand that BOPE was taking over now. It seemed that they had lost patience, and the SWAT officers planned to storm Pier 2.
Not far away from the helicopter, the BOPE helicopter was still circling.
The sergeant raised his head and saw the loaded BOPE team members on the opposite side fixing their sniper rifles on a rope. It seemed that they were indeed planning to attack Pier 2 by cooperating with both the air and the ground.
The sergeant raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up to the BOPE team members in the opposite helicopter, wishing them smooth operations.
But just as he raised his thumb, he saw a scene that shocked his jaw - the BOPE team member opposite had set up a sniper rifle, but the muzzle seemed to be pointing towards him.
"Huh?" The sergeant made a surprised voice again.
"What's wrong?" His colleague didn't understand why his partner kept making such a fuss today.
"Did you see the plane on the opposite side?"
"What plane is on the opposite side?" my colleague asked.
"I'm talking about BOPE's helicopter." The sergeant said.
The colleague stretched his head from the sergeant's side and looked across.
In the BOPE helicopter opposite, a SWAT team member wearing anti-terrorism uniforms was holding a sniper rifle. The muzzle of the gun seemed to be aimed in this direction.
The policeman rubbed his eyes and adjusted his night vision goggles.
He wondered if there was something wrong with his night vision goggles.
I reset the night vision goggles and the image turned out to be much clearer.
At this time, the sniper rifle on the opposite side spit out a burst of flames.
Then, the sergeant and his colleagues heard the sound of glass exploding.
Something wet splashed on their faces, and the two of them wiped their faces subconsciously.
There is some liquid on the tactical gloves.
The sergeant pushed up the night vision goggles and stared at his gloves.
Even in the air currents high in the sky, he could still smell a fishy smell.
Blood.
is blood!
In the BOPE helicopter opposite, the gun in the sniper's hand spit out tongues of fire again.
There was another ear-piercing crackle.
This time, the plane began to shake violently, then lost control like a kite with its string broken, and began to fall rapidly.
"Oh my God!" The sergeant grasped the safety rope tightly and screamed in despair: "They are shooting at us!"
Turning his head, he realized whose blood was on his gloves just now.
The pilot was lying on his seat with his head tilted lifelessly. Within a distance of less than two hundred meters, the sniper rifle bullets from the opposite side easily penetrated the body of this ordinary police small helicopter with no armor defense.
The glass directly shattered the pilot's head.
"We are going to crash! Call the command center, I am Air Cavalry No. 1. We are going to crash. Someone..."
He suddenly realized that he had made a mistake. It was not someone but BOPE, and it was BOPE who shot him.
Damn it!
He wanted to correct his report, but found that it was too late.
Since it was only responsible for aerial surveillance missions, the police helicopter did not fly very high at all. It was only a few hundred meters above the ground. The out-of-control helicopter fell to the ground like a stone.
The sergeant was horrified to find that he was smashing onto the roofs of some of the police cars surrounded by the police.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
He screamed in horror, but suddenly found that he had once again made a fatal mistake in his panic.
Without opening the communication channel, no one would hear him even if he shouted in the air at the top of his lungs.
On the ground, someone finally spotted the Air Service helicopter falling rapidly in the sky.
The police began to flee in panic. No one could watch a helicopter crashing on their head and still remain calm.
In the distance, Major Newman jumped out of the car and watched the falling helicopter hit the concentrated area under his opponent's face. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and let out a low, desperate roar: "Oh! God!"