The strange behavior of the peaked cap confused the few gangsters next to him. He was operating something with a microcomputer. The gangsters looked at each other and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, what are you doing?"
The peaked caps remained silent as always, as if they were air.
The others felt something was wrong. Only the fat man hadn't noticed the abnormality yet and still shouted arrogantly: "Hey, what the hell are you doing? I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"
After some operations with the microcomputer, the cap finally connected to the subway control system. At this time, he happened to hear the fat man's shouting.
The peaked cap turned his head and looked at these guys for the first time. His time was precious. These bastards were constantly looking for trouble, which would distract him. The next second, as naturally as taking out a cigarette, he took out a cigarette.
Got a pistol.
The faces of the gangsters changed drastically, but before they could shout, a dull mechanical sound sounded, and the cap beat several others to death one after another. The gangsters all fell to the ground motionless, only the fat man was still begging.
He was the most arrogant just now, and the peaked hat deliberately left him until the end. The fat man's whole face was almost squeezed together, and his body was so frightened that he slumped on the seat, begging for mercy with a frightened face: "No, no, don't
Kill me, please, God, don’t kill me..."
"Papa"
At the last moment, the peaked cap lowered the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets made two holes in the fat man's legs. The fat man let out a howl like a slaughtering pig, mixed with crying.
No one was making any noise around him, and the peaked hat started to work again. He took out a seven-section stick from his bag, twisted it slightly and turned it into a horizontal bar, and then fixed it on the armrests at both ends of the car door.
The subway is still going on, and the peaked hat is moving very quickly.
He pressed a few buttons on the microcomputer, and the warning lights in the carriage flashed, and the carriage doors on both sides opened automatically while traveling.
The peaked cap opened the zipper of the piano case, and inside was a complete set of RPG launching devices fixed in the mold. It looked different from the popular products on the market, and seemed to have been specially modified.
The peaked cap inserted the special warhead into the launch port, and then neatly carried the entire launcher on his shoulder. Then he moved to the door of the carriage, placed the launcher on the crossbar, and took aim.
The scenery outside the car continued to recede. The subway passed a certain distance and began to turn along the track. Central Avenue was in front of it.
three
two
one
When the countdown was completed, the subway also turned the corner. Central Avenue was in front of us, and the Caesar Hotel at the end of the avenue was clearly visible.
At the moment when Caesars Hotel appeared, the peaked hat pressed the launch button. Fortunately, the opposite car door was also open, and the powerful airflow from the rear of the launcher was released, and the RPG was ignited and launched, 0.1 seconds later at a speed of nearly 300 meters per hour.
It flew towards Caesar with an initial speed of seconds.
…
On the ground, while Marx and the deputy director were still entangled, a group of Cadillacs entered the scene. This should be the real owner today, the signing representative of a multinational group.
The motorcade stopped at the entrance of Caesar. As the motorcade appeared, the shutters of the cameras in the hands of reporters around them never stopped.
After waiting for a few seconds, the car door opened, and several bodyguards got out of the car to protect the surroundings. Then a successful man in a suit got out of the car. After getting off the car, the successful man did not rush to enter the hotel, but stood on the steps and turned around to wave.
Leave enough time for reporters to take photos.
When the deputy director saw this, he stopped entangled with Marx and left Marx to chat with the Cadillac gang. He hunched over to ask questions, like a pug.
Owen curled his lips, he despised this kind of people the most, they were flatterers.
Just as he turned his head away in disdain, he saw a line of white smoke flying towards this side at an extremely fast speed.
"R~P~G~~~"
I only had time to shout out this word, and the Cadillac made a loud noise. The successful man who was standing there disappeared. The bodyguard was still wearing clothes and talking, and the Cadillac turned into a pile of scrap metal.
The scene was full of flaming debris, Owen fell to the ground holding Monica, Max Payne was also knocked down by the shock wave, and there were shouts of "enemy attack" and the click of flash lights everywhere.
Owen got up from the ground. He was a little unsure about what the thing that flew just now was. At the time, he subconsciously thought it was an RPG, but now that he thought about it, it seemed a bit different.
He was bombarded by an RPG when he was on Qisi Island, and he studied this thing a lot after he came back. Usually the effective range of an RPG is only 300 meters, and at this time the error has exceeded two meters.
In other words, if you use an RPG to hit a door panel 300 meters away, whether you can hit it depends on luck. Moreover, conventional RPGs are set with a self-destruct fuse of 700 meters. Beyond this distance, the RPG will self-destruct.
But I just saw that the flight distance of that thing was at least 900 meters, and the accuracy was very high.
While Owen was still thinking wildly, Max stood up unsteadily.
“Subway, it’s the subway~~”
Max Payne shouted, jumped into his car and chased after him. Alyssa's order also came from the intercom in Owen's place: "Team A, gather in car No. 1."
…
In the subway, the peaked cap acted as if he had done nothing. He put the transmitter back into the piano case with a calm face, removed the crossbar, operated the microcomputer to close the door again and put the microcomputer away. Everything looked like something
Nothing has ever happened.
After everything was packed up, the peaked cap came to the fat man again. The fat man had regretted it for a long time. Why did he offend such a evil god with his bad mouth? Seeing the peaked cap looking at him again, he quickly shook his hand and explained: "I didn't see anything.
, I won’t say anything, spare me, spare me..."
"Papa pa pa"
The cap pulled the trigger without any sympathy, and the fat man turned into a corpse.
…
On the highway, Max Payne's car was blaring its siren and honking its horn as it weaved in and out of traffic. Behind it, a Bearcat G3 followed closely.
This time it was Irving who was driving. It seemed that no matter where he went, everyone trusted his driving skills. The two cars roared into the subway station and stopped at the door.
Max Payne and the SWAT people heard the woman's exclamation before they rushed to the platform. By the time they arrived, there was no one in the carriage, leaving only corpses on the ground.
Marx asked the woman who was in shock, but did not get any useful information. When she came in, there were only corpses in the carriage.
Owen wanted to repeat the same trick, but then he discovered that all the cameras near the station had been broken since yesterday. Obviously, the killer had already thought of this.
All the clues have been cut off at this point. The murderer has left. There will be no SWAT to deal with later. They are an attack force and are not responsible for investigating the case. The people from the forensics department and the intelligence department will naturally take care of the rest.
Owen drove the assault vehicle back. Caesar's side must be in chaos now. If his guess was correct, the flattering deputy director was probably dead. He was far away from the successful man when he was attacked.
Too close.
There was a red light ahead. Owen slowed down, but there was a sudden "boom" from behind the car. Owen was speechless. He pulled on the handbrake. Someone dared to hit the police car...