Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 170 The more the fight gets more chaotic
"What's going on, what's going on, why did those mercenaries run away?"

New York Police Officer Milton crouched behind a public bonsai at the airport. He looked back at more than 20 armed men running out of the door more than ten meters away, and recognized their true identities at a glance.

Seeing the mercenaries leaving in a hurry, Milton felt very bad.

From the beginning to the end of this airport incident, Milton, as a veteran police officer, felt that something was very wrong, something very wrong. The beginning and process of the incident were not very formal.

Let’s not mention the enemy, but let’s talk about our own friendly forces. Something is wrong. None of the special police responsible for terrorist attacks came to the scene. Then there were Israelis and mercenaries involved.

This feels very wrong no matter how you look at it!
Is there internal strife among the top brass of the police department?
Or is this incident not a simple terrorist attack?
Especially when Milton was evacuating the passengers, he learned from the passengers' mouths that the "terrorists" inside did not take hostages, but held weapons and fired head-on at the mercenaries and Israelis.

Madfak, something is very wrong on both sides of this situation!
The one standing on the opposite side doesn’t look like a bad guy, but the Israelis and mercenaries standing on his side look like the villains in the movie no matter how you look at them!

And he is a cannon fodder policeman who helps the tyrants commit crimes, the kind who will be beaten to death when the camera changes.

"Something is very wrong..." Milton looked back at the wheeled armored vehicle outside the glass door behind him. Looking at the remote-controlled machine gun on it, his heart beat even faster.

In fact, the lower-level New York police officers could sense that something was wrong, and the top brass of the NYPD really began to fight among themselves, with pro-Jewish and anti-Semitic factions quarreling.

Although the former was powerful, the latter also successfully delayed the dispatch of the anti-terrorist police. This was the source of why Milton felt very strange.

"Police, put it down..."

"Bang bang bang!"

The two Ranger shooters holding M60 general-purpose machine guns did not look for bunkers. After the battle started, they lay down on the spot as soon as possible and continued to fire with the machine guns that unfolded the gun mounts to suppress the enemy.

When a policeman hiding behind a pillar looked over, he spotted an unknown armed man who had just come out from behind the glass door. Out of professional habit, he bravely warned him before shooting.

The Israelis were caught off guard. There were clearly two squads of soldiers behind the sandbags, but they did not launch an effective counterattack. Each one of them was firing indiscriminately with "faith shooting", and bullets were flying everywhere.

The Rangers had a very heavy task, and they didn't bother to kill the policeman who gave up his weapons and moved forward quickly.

In particular, the very conspicuous heavy machine gun placed on the sandbag won the favor of a Ranger machine gunner. He poured firepower on it and the Israelis behind the machine gun position for three seconds. Until the Ranger Captain threw the rifle grenade over.

The other Rangers were scattered around behind him, holding guns and watching in different directions, covering each other, leaving no visual blind spots, in front, above, left, and right.

Even from the back, there was Chris walking backwards with an assault rifle, blocking the possibility of being surrounded and attacked by the enemy.

"Enemy, fire!"

The Rangers who followed quickly formed a fighting formation while shooting, occupying flower beds and airport support pillars that could serve as shelters.

……

In the small explosion, the sandbag where the heavy machine gun was located collapsed, exposing the Israeli machine gunner squatting behind his head, who was shot by his own machine gunner.

The Rangers had launched a breakout.

This overly brave policeman had just shouted when three rifle bullets hit the bunker in front of him, frightening the young man, who was probably still in his internship, to drop the shotgun in his hand and shrink away. Went back behind the pillar.

Chris rushed out from behind the bunker immediately. He pushed forward slowly and kept firing. The bullets landed on the sandbags and iron seats, and sparks flew randomly.

The Israelis who stayed behind the defense line shouted, but the Ranger captain fired first. After the precise bullet flew a hundred meters away, it landed on a helmet. With a loud bang, the Israeli who was still looking left and right looked up to the sky. collapsed.

Inside the spacious airport, the Ranger team was advancing rapidly in a skirmish formation, with the captain holding an M4A1 assault rifle with a grenade launcher at the forefront.

Walking through this corridor and just past the glass curtain wall, the Ranger captain saw a defense line composed of sandbags and public iron seats, with several heads wearing Israeli mushroom helmets looming behind.

This is a rare opportunity. The Rangers have no time to tangle with the enemy. The five armed policemen who are left behind are using their lives to delay time for them. Every minute and every second is so precious.

A bullet fired randomly by the Israeli special forces landed on his chest, causing the bulletproof insert to make a loud impact and making his bones ache. Chris did not flinch at all and continued to advance, reloading the bullet in an orderly manner.

The two rangers ran quickly from a few meters to the left and right, passed Chris, and ran over within ten seconds. Then they successfully bypassed the defense line and faced the man squatting behind the bunker from the unobstructed side. Israeli special forces opened fire.

After a round of shooting, two squads of Israelis rushed into the street.

"Safety!"

"Report casualties."

"Ranger 6 was shot and his left hand was injured and cannot be used."

"Tend to the injury for a minute, then move on, taking care to protect the recoilless gunner."

The recoilless gunner is the key to this breakout operation, and No. 6 is the assistant gunner who helps carry two sets of ammunition.

In order to reduce weight and carry recoilless rifles and ammunition, both of them wore only a medium-sized body armor, which only focused on protecting the vital parts of the torso, leaving non-vital parts unprotected.

At this important moment, the secondary shooter of the recoilless gun crew was injured, which reduced the success rate of the breakout operation by several percentage points.

The Ranger Captain had no choice but to use a precious minute to allow Six to perform an emergency stoppage of the bleeding, and with that done, the team continued their rapid advance.

At this point, the New York police, who had walkie-talkies and airport surveillance, were basically aware that a group of enemies was breaking out toward the airport tower.

Their first reaction was to send more people over there, and at the same time notify the wheeled armored vehicles deployed at the airport to prepare to fire.

……

Are those terrorists heading this way?
When Fubin received the news, his first reaction was... is there such a good thing?

The credit comes to your door!
As a remote-controlled machine gunner of an armored vehicle, Fu Binn thought that he would have no chance to show off his skills in this incident.

"Quick, gogogo, get closer."

"The car can't move. Where are the captain and others outside?"

The tanned Fubin was as excited as a gorilla. He put his feet on the driver's seat. When he urged him to take action, he jumped back to the shooting seat, looked at the crosshair on the display in front of him, and did Okay, ready to fire. On the screen, Fubin saw his fellow police officers running out of the airport in a swarm. They were panicked and abandoned their armor. They were not in an ordinary embarrassment.

Seeing this scene, Fubin curled his lips in disdain.

"A bunch of cowards."

As soon as he finished speaking, several smoke bombs were thrown outside the airport from a place where Fu Binn could not see, and soon formed a wall of smoke.

Seeing this scene, Fubin felt itchy and wanted to control the two machine guns to shoot into the smoke, so he shouted into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"Captain, I request to fire on the smoke..."

"Negative, there are still brothers in the airport who have not exited. You may accidentally injure them by opening fire. You are prohibited from opening fire until you get an order!"

Outside the armored vehicle, the captain with a team of people setting up defenses rejected Fubin's idea, which made the latter a little unhappy, but he did not dare to disobey orders and make arbitrary decisions.

Loud explosions and collisions suddenly came from outside. Fubin felt the car body shake suddenly, and then a blank screen filled the screen.

In such a moment of confusion, he found that he could not see anything except the crosshair.

"What's going on?" As soon as Fubin asked this question, he heard the driver's howl.

"She was shelled. We ate one shell. We are still alive..."

……

The plan to seize the New York Police's wheeled armored vehicles is very unlikely from any point of view, but at this moment Chris and the Rangers have no choice but to try.

Although the New York police and airport security on the outermost side of the encirclement were large in number, they were still too vulnerable to the Rangers.

In a beautiful attack, after the Rangers fired a deterrent shot with a recoilless rifle, blowing up a row of public seats, the people who only had automatic rifles in their hands ran out in panic, cursing.

"The National Guard should be dispatched to such an enemy. Why do you want us to come here and die?"

"Run, run, brother!"

The police and security personnel retreated, and with no one in the way, the Rangers were on the second floor. They first used assault rifles to smash the glass curtain wall, and then began to throw smoke bombs outside.

After forming a wall of smoke, the recoilless gunner on the first floor of the airport was asked to move forward, find a hiding place, and hit the wheeled armored vehicle a hundred meters away with a smoke grenade, causing the smoke to envelope it.

While the policemen near the armored vehicle were running around in panic, the six-wheeled armored vehicle also backed up, dragging a long puff of smoke, and ran away all of a sudden. This action announced the failure of the Ranger Captain's plan.

A person's two legs cannot catch up with four wheels, let alone a helicopter circling in the sky.

Even if the policeman flying in the sky only has an assault rifle in his hand, according to the law of high and low and stupid, as long as they leave the cover of the airport, everyone, including the Rangers, will be suppressed and killed by bullets falling from the sky.

What to do now?
Do you want to go back and hold on in the airport until you die?
At this moment, both Chris and the Ranger Captain were desperate.

"Wait a minute." At this time, Masato Fujiwara, who was far away in Japan, suddenly came to his senses. He thought of something, and he quickly called Chris.

"Boss."

"Chris, tell me, why can't you do the evacuation process from inside the airport?"

"Boss, there are too many people in the airport. Even after the police have conducted several evacuation operations, there are still many people here. Even if I go to the toilet, there will be people hiding in the cubicle next to me."

"So, I have a question, since there are so many people in the airport, why don't we just kick them out, make room, and then go through the evacuation process?"

"..."

Chris was silent. The boss's question was really a good question!
Yeah, why not?
Since there are a lot of people in the airport, wouldn't it be good to kick these people out and free up the space?

Why didn't he, nor the boss himself, think of this before?

The American mercenaries had been advancing step by step, biting and beating the armed police, without giving Chris a chance to do so. But now they have all left. Although there are many police and FBI agents, few are willing to fight. .

The idea proposed by the boss seems to have some feasibility.

"Now, find a place to take out item 87 from the warehouse, put it where it is, call 911, tell the New York police and ask them to come and get it."

What is Cargo No. 87?
It's a homemade gas bomb.

In modern society, due to the proliferation of chemical knowledge and various chemicals, military-grade poison gas is difficult to obtain, but simple poison gas that can poison or maim people is not particularly difficult.

Fujiwara Masato once had an impulse, which was generated when some idiot national leaders went to visit the toilet. The specific idea was to launch a hearty revenge on the toilet of this country while these idiots were doing stupid activities. bombing.

In order to realize his idea, Chris obtained some chemical materials and had them produced by local methods in the Philippines, and then obtained two box-shaped gas bombs.

Strictly speaking, this is the product of two failures, because in addition to being stinky enough to make people vomit if smelled from two hundred meters away, it is not fatal or disabling, it is just a living large concentrated herring. Just a canned bomb.

Calling them gas bombs is just Fujiwara Masato's self-comfort.

Now, Masato Fujiwara takes one out and prepares to scare the New York police.

"When they get the gas bomb, you call them again and warn them that you will detonate them in half an hour, and in the meantime, allow the police and passengers who are still inside the airport to leave.

Just do it, Chris, and I hope you make it out alive. "

"Understood, boss." Chris replied seriously.

"I'll get the job done."

(End of this chapter)