A police officer pointed at the convoy lights that appeared in the thick fog and shouted to Newman.
Seeing that the convoy that appeared in the thick smoke was intact, four TUP armored vehicles drove towards this direction one after another.
"So fast!?"
Major Newman muttered to himself, there was a violent explosion in Pier 2 just now. Could it be that BOPE used some heavy firepower?
"Lieutenant Linde! Lieutenant Linde!"
Newman jogged all the way towards the convoy.
He stood about thirty meters in front of the convoy, wanting to ask Lieutenant Linde about the situation inside immediately.
The car lights are getting brighter and brighter, and the distance is getting closer.
However, the TUP armored vehicle had no intention of slowing down and instead increased the throttle.
"Major!"
An officer standing behind a nearby police car noticed something was wrong and yelled at Newman: "Get out of the way!"
Everything seems too late.
The TUP armored convoy hit Major Newman at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour.
Newman's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets, and before he could even move his heels, the TUP armored vehicle's body weighing more than eight tons hit him directly.
Newman's 200-pound body flew out like a ball and landed seven or eight meters away.
He did not die immediately. Although he could not move his limbs, his head was still raised and he looked towards the convoy.
"Why……"
As soon as he uttered this word, the huge anti-explosion wheels of the TUP armored vehicle crushed him hard again.
The surrounding police officers were all dumbfounded, and no one could immediately recover from this emergency situation.
Everyone saw that the obese Major Newman exploded like a balloon that had been stepped on. Brains, intestines, yellow-green liquid and sticky blood exploded and splashed everywhere.
The nearest police officer who was hiding on the engine of the police car was hit in the face by something. The thing hit him and then landed on the hood, making a very dull and soft sound.
The police officer took a closer look and was almost scared out of his mind.
That was one of Major Newman's eyes, and the brown pupil was facing the unfortunate police officer. He sat down on the ground, and a stream of heat flowed from his crotch down his trousers to the ground.
The TUP armored vehicle was like a bull that broke into a china shop, carving a bloody path through the encirclement of police cars.
Those police cars that weighed only one or two tons were as fragile as matchboxes in front of the thick armor and extremely strong bumpers of the TUP armored vehicles. There were crashes and screams, and the police instantly lost the will to resist and began to
They all scattered and fled.
There were also some experienced and calm policemen hiding on the roadside, relying on buildings and vehicles as cover to shoot at the TUP convoy.
However, the Taurus pistols in their hands cannot pose any threat to armored vehicles at all. Although some patrol officers who use old-fashioned Madsen light machine guns have a higher level of firepower than pistols, they are still a drizzle in front of powerful armored vehicles.
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Four TUP armored vehicles were ordered, and four "special police" wearing black anti-terrorist uniforms and body armor with BOPE printed on them controlled the 12.7MM heavy machine gun and fired wildly at the surrounding police officers who dared to resist and block.
In the face of the bullets from the 12.7MM heavy machine gun, the protective capabilities of the police car were directly reduced to zero. Many people hid behind the police car and thought they were safe, but they were directly penetrated and torn into two pieces.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the area outside Pier 2 suddenly became a Shura field, with shouts and wailing everywhere.
Except for the police who were raided on this side, the police on the other three sides who were responsible for encircling and defending had no idea what was going on. The smoke obscured everyone's sight. They only heard the sound of gunshots, and thought it was BOPE's reinforcements and hired personnel inside the venue.
Soldiers are fighting.
Everything went very smoothly. Within a few minutes, four TUP armored vehicles had successfully broken through the police encirclement, drove onto the highway along Port Avenue, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Someone among the policemen who were raided finally reported the situation to the main station via radio. Suddenly, sirens blared near Pier 2, and more than a dozen police cars, flashing their lights, chased the Qinglong Group in the direction where they disappeared.
The police convoy has just exited the port highway. Now it only needs to turn right and cross a bridge to enter Route 231, which is the direction from which the Qinglong Group and the raid team left.
Suddenly, a string of sparks erupted from the hood of the first police car, and then the entire hood popped open, instantly blocking the driver's view.
The driver slammed on the brakes and white smoke emitted from the wheels on the asphalt road.
He wanted to stop the car immediately, but soon a second bullet hit the car window, and a blood arrow spurted out from the driver's neck, dyeing the car window red.
Blood gushes out of the driver's neck like a pierced spring.
The police car lost control and began to spin 360 degrees on the bridge. The rear of the car directly hit another police car following behind, tilting the front of the car and hitting the railing of the bridge.
The police car behind did not expect such a sudden situation to happen. After all, there were no enemies nearby. Where did the bullets come from?
Police cars collided with each other, and the bridge was quickly blocked by several police cars that were almost turned into pieces after they collided with each other.
More than a dozen police officers jumped out of the police car that stopped behind. Everyone was in a panic and didn't know where they should fight back.
"It's a helicopter!"
Finally someone spotted the BOPE helicopter hovering in the sky.
"That's impossible, that's our helicopter, it belongs to BOPE!" Someone quickly refuted his speculation.
Before he finished speaking, the guy who was standing by the car and did not choose to hide was shot straight by a bullet and fell to the ground, struggling and twisting his body in a pool of blood like a dying fish.
At this moment, everyone knew that the plane in the sky was not their own plane at all. It must be an internal response plane to rescue the gangsters at Pier 2. The plane of the National Police Air Service Team just crashed for no reason, and it seemed that they were found in an instant.
Got the answer.
"Call the headquarters! We were attacked! The gangsters pretended to be BOPE members, used helicopters and TUP armored vehicles to shoot at us, and left the gangsters at Pier 2. Our firepower was too weak and there were serious casualties. They fled towards Highway 231.
Request the military and SWAT teams to intercept!"
"What!? Are they pretending to be BOPE?" The dispatcher on duty at the headquarters seemed to be unable to believe everything he heard.
"Yes, their firepower is too strong. Please intercept the troops with heavy firepower, otherwise they will not pose any threat to them!"
"Okay, you stay where you are. Now a company from BOPE has rushed to Pier 2, led by Colonel Garcia himself. I will notify them to intercept!"
"Okay, please be sure to bring heavy weapons. Remember, they have everything, including anti-tank weapons!"
"knew!"
As blood flowed into the river at Pier 2, at the gate of the Testa Church in the south of Rio, a man in his late fifties, with gray hair and a crisp suit, got into a black BMW car.
"Let's go to Maua Pier."
He leaned back in the soft seat, feeling relieved. The prayer just now made his psychological burden slightly lighter. He had just done something that was against professional ethics, which could also be said to be a heinous thing. This thing
It would make countless of his colleagues and subordinates become victims of injustice, but he had to do it.
Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.
When I opened my half-closed eyes, the car was still parked at the door of the church.
"Rachel, why aren't you driving?" he asked the driver.
Through the cab's rearview mirror, he saw the driver's eyes.
In the darkness, those eyes seemed to be flashing with cold light, making the man in the suit feel cold.