Chapter 691

"Great gift Shet."

Seeing the group of people rushing upstairs, Peterson said excitedly: "We need to stop this, and we can't let them turn this place into a battlefield."

The movement of these gang members going upstairs can be heard from far away.

Burgess was also speechless about the actions of those people.

Even if you come to retaliate, don't make it so blatant. This is for fear that the Salvadorans will not know that someone is attacking.

The upper floors were dead silent.

The black and rumbling windows seemed to spew out flames at any moment.

"How to stop it?"

Burgess said excitedly: "Don't forget, there are only two of us, wait a minute, support will arrive soon."

"Scare them." Peterson had an idea:
"Forcing them not to dare to do anything, can buy some time for the arrival of support."

"Shh."

As soon as the voice fell, he rushed out of the bushes directly.

"No."

Burgess stretched out his hand anxiously, and only picked up a handful of dead leaves.

"Chicago police." Peterson ran forward a few steps and yelled at the apartment building: "You are surrounded, put down your weapons immediately, come down and surrender immediately."

The chaotic sound of going upstairs suddenly stopped.

A gust of cold wind blew, and there were ghostly cries among several apartment buildings.

"boom."

There was a crisp gunshot, and the warm liquid splashed onto the snow, turning red like a winter plum.

Burgess body trembled violently, his fingers clenched the leaves, and he watched in despair as a cloud of blood rose from Peterson's neck.

This gunshot sounded like an order.

In the entire apartment building, gunshots sounded like firecrackers, and the birds in the surrounding apartment buildings were frightened, dropped a piece of bird droppings, and rushed to the sky with flapping wings.

"The officer was shot."

Burgess pressed the intercom and yelled, and then rushed forward regardless of the danger.

"hold onto."

She yelled anxiously, grabbed Peterson's bulletproof vest, and pulled back with all her strength.

There was a long bloodstain on the snow.

Fortunately, people in the apartment building had already clashed, and she dragged Peterson behind a tree without any risk.

"Ah~"

Peterson's body was twitching, and blood was choking from his mouth from time to time.

The neck was torn, and the blood flowed continuously.

"Oumaika!" Burgess stretched out his palm quickly and pressed the wound tightly: "It's okay, you will be fine."

"Headquarters, the police officer was shot."

"Ambulance, arrange it immediately!!!"

The last sentence almost screamed into the walkie-talkie.

"Snapped."

Peterson raised his hand and grabbed Burgess forcefully, wanting to hold it down together so that the blood wouldn't flow too fast.

But it doesn't help, the wound is too big.

The warm liquid soon soaked the palms of the two people red.

"Boom~"

The frantic sound of the engine sounded, accompanied by a shrill siren.

Vehicles with flashing blue lights rushed in with clumps of dry grass, and then stopped abruptly.

"Don't stop!"

The windows of the Land Rover Range Rover were lowered, and it roared forward: "Ethan, Orlinski, Ruzek, and Atwater, you four are in a team."

"The rest, follow me."

Hank observed the environment here and made a decision instantly.

It is the safest decision to drive directly to the two staircases.

Get out of the car and go on foot, that is a living target.

Ethan glanced at the helpless Burgess to make sure she was okay, then slammed down on the accelerator, and the Ford Interceptor rushed forward again, directly to the bottom of the apartment building.

The vehicles behind also followed one after another.

"People who don't obey orders." Hank stopped the car, and when he heard the gunshots exploding upstairs, he yelled, "Shoot and kill."

Now that a police officer is shot, they will all be executed in the strongest way possible.

And according to the situation reported by Burgess, there are at least 20 people in the apartment building, and there are only seven of them now, and there is no way to do things without Thunder's means.

"understood."

Everyone responded one after another, and jumped out of the car fully armed.

Atwater was in a car with himself, and Orlinski's vehicle rushed aside.

After he and Rusek ran over, Ethan took his assault rifle and strode up the bare stairs. The dense light spots on the upper floor made him feel cautious.

The people behind also set up a battle formation and quickly followed.

The guns in their hands were all erected, pointing upwards obliquely.

"Chi..."

"Boom."

Just as Ruzek was about to yell, a head fell and he rolled down the stairs.

When he saw what it was, his scalp tingled.

"Shh."

Ethan stepped on the corner of the stairs and leaned over to look up.

It happened to meet the gaze of a person, and across three floors, one could see the eyes full of murderous intent. Above the eyebrows was a string of Latin alphabet tattoos.

That person was Hector, and with a flick of his arm, a clear spring swam.

Good guy, no wonder the person from the forensics department couldn't recognize it last night.

In Hector's hand, he was holding a long sword.

Without saying a word, Ethan immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger, and the bullets flew upwards from the gap in the corridor.

"Bang bang bang."

Many bullets hit the edges and corners of the stairs, and pieces of cement were blown away.

Hector's reaction was also extremely fast, he quickly retracted his body, and the next moment, the barrel of a submachine gun protruded out, and followed him to hit the ground.

The bullets whizzed and flew down, and Ethan hurriedly dodged.

The other three people also approached the wall one after another, avoiding the range that could be attacked through the gap in the stairs.

You can't hide, the current situation is too scary.

The entire building was filled with gunshots and roars.

"Chicago police, put down your guns." Ethan yelled at the top.

What responded to him was more violent gunshots.

I don't know what medicine these gang members took, or what kind of stimulation they received, just like trapped animals, fighting crazily on it.

That being the case, he is not polite.

Carrying the AR15, he was jumping rapidly in the stairwell. At the entrance of the stairs on the third floor, there were gunshots from both sides.

There is an old black squatting around the corner.

"boom."

Gu Tou ignored his back, and took him away with a single bullet.

There are nine people on this floor. Judging from their location, they should all be hiding in the room, poking their heads out from time to time and firing two shots.

"Bangdang."

A black guy flew into the corridor following Ethan's movements.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, he turned his head and closed his eyes.

"Boom."

After a loud noise and strong light, there were several screams.

Turn over quickly and go out. At this time, there are already three corpses lying in the corridor.

His footsteps were fast, and he rushed towards the place where the light spots gathered. In a bare room, three old men with flowery headscarves rammed around like headless chickens with pistols in their hands.

"Bang bang bang."

The butt of the gun vibrated crazily on his shoulders.

Two shots in the chest, one shot in the head, everyone has a share, never fail.

(End of this chapter)

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