death of hope

Chapter 262 "Corporate Warrior" (178) Three Ways to Advance

The new Frankfurt Finance and Trade Center Building, 230 floors, the roof.

Terrorists wearing Kevlar helmets, tactical vests, and fully automatic assault rifles are patrolling along the edge of the roof. The long confrontation makes each of them tense and exhausted.

More than a dozen panicked hostages were tied to metal pipes with ropes and shivered by the whizzing cold wind.

One of them, an old man with a white beard in a suit, seemed particularly uncomfortable. It seemed that there was something wrong with his body, and he begged the terrorist beside him:

"Please, let me go."

"Why?"

"I have diabetes and it's time for insulin."

"Bah! Hit you Dan!" The masked man spat thick phlegm into the old man's face: "You old liar, take your fund scam to hell! If you want to take medicine, first give away my hard-earned money Spit it out!"

"I'm wronged...I'm not a fund salesman...I'm just an accountant."

"Whatever you do, it makes no difference to me!"

The masked man was exhausted at first, but now he suddenly became excited, spitting and roaring:
"You financial people are not a good bird! I have been cheated of all the savings I have saved from working hard for half my life! What about the Sunshine Fund's angel investment? They are all fucking liars!"

"Friend... I'm just a part-time worker..."

"Who is your friend now! Old man, you are an old dog raised by the McMillan Group, and you are still barking here when you die! Shut up for me!"

The masked man was agitated, and the butt of the gun fell down. The old man lost several teeth, and the blood dripped down the white beard to the ground. Another butt of the gun hit the temple this time. The old accountant became dizzy and his head drooped. In a semi-conscious state.

He could no longer open his eyes, could not speak, no longer extravagant insulin, silently waiting for death.

"Dauriris..."

The old man was thinking about his granddaughter, a good and obedient child.

The little guy got an A+ in the final test, and begged his grandpa to buy a birthday gift. He had to keep his promise, so he went to the shopping mall downstairs during his lunch break and bought the music box that his granddaughter was thinking of.

The gift box wrapped with a red ribbon was still in the office, already trampled to pieces by the terrorists' leather boots.

"I'm sorry, grandpa couldn't give you a gift... Poor little Dairis... without parents, living with an old man like me, losing me... how can she live..."

The tears of the old man ran across the wrinkled and vicissitudes of the skin, blended with the blood and dripped,
Witnessing the successive failures of the police's several rescue operations, the hostages nearby were also completely desperate. There was no crying or begging, each of them was waiting to die, and there was only a terrifying silence.

The old man's tears could not arouse even a shred of sympathy from the masked man,
These terrorists are also ordinary people. Before the economic crisis, some were even affluent middle-class people.

After the fund storm, all the savings that he had worked so hard to save all his life were harvested by financial scams, and he was no match for the powerful lawyer team of the McMillan Group. He was about to be kicked out of the house and turned into a homeless man.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the whole family had to freeze to death and starve to death without a place to live. They were forced to have nowhere to go, so they could only vent their anger in extreme ways.

The confrontation with the police has lasted for more than 30 hours. Everyone is cold and hungry. They know what will happen to them, and they just want to be relieved quickly and leave this cold and ruthless world.

Finally, the angel of death came, the sound of propeller blades, the loud noise of aero-engines.

A terrorist holds up his binoculars:

"Here they come, SWAT gunships."

"This time, they won't care about the hostages anymore and will kill us all."

"That's it, brothers, it's time to part."

A masked man collapsed, knelt down and trembled: "Killed so many people... and didn't get a penny back... What is it for... ahhhh!"

"No, what we have done is not meaningless! Due to the pressure of public opinion, McMillan's financial department will definitely be investigated. The fund they sold is a scam!

In order to calm things down, those thugs in suits will come up with some money to compensate our families, but that's all. "

The masked man kneeling on the ground was supported by his companions, picked up the gun again, and wiped his tears: "It's great to finally meet my brothers."

"The same people who have fallen in the end of the world... It would be great if we could get to know each other earlier...

Take your family and go to the new colony to reclaim wasteland. Although it is hard work, it is better than staying in the city and being plundered by unscrupulous capital. "

Someone pulls the trigger, someone raises Stinger anti-aircraft missiles and bazookas:
"Farewell, brothers, see you in the next life."

Five armed helicopters broke through the clouds and approached the roof of the building, and the portable anti-aircraft missile took off with a long tail flame.

This time, the driver was already prepared:
"Number one, I see the terrorists firing, we're locked on, the missiles are chasing the heat source."

"All formations, launch aluminum foil decoy bombs, leave no one behind, launch them all!"

"Beautiful! The missile was lured away by the decoy!"

"Huh... escaped... half the battle."

"Come into range, ready to fire."

"Flying formation, rockets are not allowed, just use machine guns, try not to hurt the hostages, but if the terrorists use the hostages as human shields...we have to annihilate the target as the first task, I can't explain it too clearly, understand? "

"clear!"

Once in a frontal firefight, the armed helicopter can completely crush the ground target,
Under the dense rain of bullets from the Gatling rapid-fire machine gun, the return fire from the assault rifle seemed insignificant.

In just 1 minute, more than a dozen terrorists on the roof had been wiped out, and only two hostages were slightly injured. The reason was not that the helicopter shooter was accurate.

It was because a terrorist nicknamed "Gypsy" found out at the last moment with his conscience,
He freed the hostages tied to the pipeline and hid them under the outdoor unit of the central air conditioner for refuge.

After completing these tasks, the "Gypsies" rushed out to shoot at the helicopter frantically, and were swept into a sieve by the Gatling machine gun.

"The roof is cleared! It's safe!"

"Plane No. 229 and Plane No. [-] successfully landed, and the SWAT Falcon team began to move towards the [-]th floor."

"Plane [-] landed, searched the roof area, scanned for explosives, we found fifteen hostages, God forbid, they are all alive."

"Great, transfer the hostages to the ground."

"Oh my God, there is an old man whose face is covered with blood. These people are really beasts! His blood sugar level is abnormal. The old man needs insulin. Give him an injection!"

The operation on the roof was successful, and the other two roads are also progressing smoothly.
The regular army stationed in New Frankfurt has begun to move,

The quick response force stormed upwards from the 190th floor of the stairs, and the engineers were dismantling directional mines and remote-controlled bombs. The Honey Badger team of the Blackwater Company directly entered the elevator pipeline and climbed up along the elevator pipeline.

At the same time, the Alpha tactical team of corporate fighters is falling along the edge of the building at a high speed. The rocket backpack and the wing suit can accurately control the landing point.

「全体注意，即将抵达200层，5……4……3……2……1……撞！」

The rocket backpack full of work burned out the fuel in an instant, forming a powerful impact. The carbon fiber helmet shattered the glass of the building. The six team members crashed into the 200th floor like a humanoid missile. The two terrorists who were close to the glass were directly hit. half dead.

This floor is the office area of ​​McMillan's financial department in New Frankfurt. It is the target of terrorist attacks. A large number of defensive troops have been deployed, and bunkers have been arranged early, waiting for them to come to the door.

What greeted Lynch and others were bullets and heat rays that hit their heads and faces.

There was no panic, only a professional response. The missions that the Alpha team had experienced were all like Shura's hell, and this small scene could not scare them at all.

"Others, hide behind the two of us, hold out the first wave of firepower and fight back."

Two big men, Sigurdriefa and Lynch, set up a large tactical shield, and the titanium alloy armor plate automatically opened to expand the defensive area, while the other four huddled behind.

When the enemy's firepower weakened and they were all changing magazines, Lynch ordered:

"Right now! Light pollution attack!"

Hundreds of LED lights on the shield began to flash, Lodayev threw flash bombs and shock bombs,

The terrorist entered a short-lived state of blindness and tinnitus. Lynch and Sigdrifa raised their shields and moved steadily along the left and right directions of the room, gradually gaining a firm foothold on the 200th floor.

(End of this chapter)