City Marshal

The United Nations Headquarters is located in the East Manhattan district of New York City, USA, overlooking the East River. The main buildings are composed of three parts: the General Assembly Building, the Secretariat Building and the Hamascha Library. The Secretariat Building is the main building of the building. The surface is a large glass protection wall.

So it is also commonly known as the "Glass Palace."

Although the United Nations Building is located in New York, it is an international territory independent of the United States. Officials from various countries go in and out of the office every day, and there are usually a lot of tourists coming and going. Therefore, its security is far less strict than that of the White House. After all, terrorist organizations are not Will take it to the knife.

Dealing with the United Nations Headquarters is really tantamount to gangsters, but Reaper did so recklessly, took advantage of the night to take down the guards with zero casualties, and then quietly took control of the building and waited for the fish to enter the net. The god of death believes that the master will be saved because of this.

"Reaper, it's crazy to hijack the United Nations headquarters."

Clinton's confidant looked at the elite who went out to dress up as guards, and his face was shocked. He didn't expect that the god of death was ten times and a hundred times more crazy than the legend. A massive search by the military and police.

"All for Mr. Clinton."

Reaper's gloved finger slid across the stone table, and a cutting mark was clearly visible: "With this building as a bargaining chip, I can completely beat Chu Tian to the ground. To rescue Mr. Clinton, I still want Chutian to bow his head and admit defeat."

Collinton's confidant frowned, and said in a disapproving tone: "There are many ways to make Chutian admit defeat. I also want to kill this kid and avenge the Tiandao League and the master, but we can't use such extreme tactics, otherwise even if we save Master, our future life will be very difficult."

"The whole world is chasing us, can we still save our lives?"

The god of death closed his eyes slightly, and replied in a calm voice: "Don't worry about the future, many people may be angry with us tomorrow, but after ten and a half months, the incident will gradually cool down. Wrong, that is, the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.”

The god of death said lightly: "The public's anger towards us will never last long, their passion will soon be worn out by life, Yuan Fang, you have to believe me, when I rescue Mr. Clinton and kill Chu Tian, ​​we will Flee to the Middle East to avoid it for a few months, and the world will forget us again."

"Trust me, I'm a doctor of psychology, professional!"

Yuan Fang nodded approvingly on the surface, but he couldn't stop muttering in his heart about the doctor of psychology. He is a patient in a mental hospital, and he is the most serious kind. It seems that people who engage in psychology are all perverts, but he dare not say too much. After all, Clinton let Death take full responsibility.

"Yuan Fang, go out and do something."

The god of death with his eyes closed said softly, "I still have a lot of things to think about and arrange. The United Nations is only a part of my deployment. I still have to think about how to kill Chutian. Only when he is killed can we not have any future." Trouble, there won’t be too many obstacles in going to the Middle East.”

He obviously knew Chutian's ability long ago, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful way: "Otherwise, with his relationship with the Eighteen Sons in the Middle East, it would be useless for us to go to the Middle East, and we would be attacked by him in ten and a half months." Therefore, no matter what, Chu Tian cannot be allowed to live."

Death's voice became softer and softer, as if he had fallen asleep: "Once he dies, Shuaijun will become a mess, and many forces will not be able to gather their core. This is a good thing for us to flee and rise. Let the Second Young Master be released, and Shuai Jun will be restrained even more."

Yuan Fang sighed, unable to persuade him, he turned and left.

At dawn, the United Nations Building looked normal on the surface. When the pointer pointed to 08:30, many officials began to enter the building. Some of them were diplomats from various countries. Their habitual thinking made them ignore the faces around them. pay attention.

After 40 people entered, Tiandaomeng slowly closed the gate after receiving the order. An official who was about to come to work was taken aback for a moment, thinking he was going to be late, he hurried forward and yelled in English: "Dude, sir! What are you doing closing the door during the day? Let me in quickly."

"You want to catch up with death?"

The leader of Tiandaomeng kicked the official's chest, kicked him five or six meters away, and pulled out a short gun, which made the staff who came behind blow the frying pan and knew immediately Those who came were not friendly, and quickly dispersed from the door of the car with a "boom".

The leader of the Tiandao League waved his hand, and there was a "bang" gunshot.

A bullet slammed into the chest of the screaming official, bloody and bloody, and he was killed on the spot. With the sound of the gunshot, the rest of the UN officials fled around screaming like sparrows that had been frightened, regardless of whether there was a road ahead. They all ran away crazily with both hands and feet.

At the gate of the huge United Nations, no one was seen in an instant.

The leader of Tiandaomeng shouted coldly: "It's still better to use bullets." The iron gate was quickly locked by several big men, and all the security systems had been opened. Tiandaomeng snipers also appeared on the surrounding highlands. They looked like terrorists. , Handcuffed all dozens of people within the controllable range.

Five of them were still locked by the iron gate, with their guns pointed at their heads far away.

At the same time, several telephones rang loudly at the same time. As soon as the police operator picked up the phone and said: "Hello", he was shocked by the shouting on the other end of the phone. After a long time, the operator frowned and muttered Muttering to himself: "What? Terrorists appear?"

At this time, Death has led several people out of the gate of the United Nations. They drilled through a sewer to the back door, and then rolled out of the power grid. Then he blocked the entrance and put a few bombs behind the door. After finishing these things , the god of death bowed slightly towards the building.

He knew that none of the brothers inside could survive.

10 minutes after the incident, Chu Tian was informed of what had happened in the United Nations building. Facing the madness of the God of Death, he remained calm. He was a little surprised that the Tiandao League hijacked the UN headquarters, and he was relieved of the struggle and madness of the God of Death. He felt that he could finally grasp the Take the pulse of death.

"Young Marshal, the Tiandao League has sent a condition."

Sweat dripped from Smith's forehead, and he spoke with a trace of anxiety: "They want you to take Clinton and his son to exchange, otherwise a UN official will be killed every 10 minutes. Now officials from various countries are waiting for the results in the Capitol. The pressure on the White House is unprecedented. big."

"Tell them America doesn't negotiate with terrorists."

A smile flashed across Chu Tian's face, and he replied softly: "Even if the Secretary-General of the United Nations is not inside, then we don't need to weigh each other's bargaining chips. Mr. Smith, mobilize the anti-terrorism force to attack me! Dozens of officials let Let them do something for world peace."

Speaking of this, he added a few words sarcastically: "I have long said that the Tiandao League is a breeding ground for terrorists, but they don't believe the three major families. Mr. Smith, you might as well ask those officials who support the Tiandao League to go to the scene. Let the facts slap them in the face."

Smith couldn't help laughing bitterly, and replied with his hands outstretched: "Young commander, now is not the time to be angry, the top priority is to rescue the hostages and kill the gods. If you say to mobilize the anti-terrorism force to attack, wouldn't that kill dozens of officials? ? The United Nations will scold us to death."

"Let's go and have a look at the scene first."

Chu Tian stood up noncommittal, got into the car and drove to the scene of the incident.

What Death God and the others have done has gone beyond the grievances with Chutian, and is far from the scope of the hostage exchange between the two sides. It has cast a layer of extreme terror, so the scene has already been surrounded by vehicle gunners, and the cordon has been stretched far away. Even if the murderer spreads his wings, it is difficult to fly out.

Standing at the door and listening to Smith's report, Chu Tian looked around the surroundings of the United Nations building. He quickly judged that the god of death was not in the building, and it was just a bargaining chip for the latter to negotiate. He waved someone to take a sniper rifle: "Let me see the situation."

Smith did not suspect him, and subconsciously gave him the gun.

Chu Tian raised his sniper rifle to look around the situation inside, and finally his eyes fell on a leader of the Tiandao League. They were in control of dozens of lives and were not afraid of guns from far and near. It seemed that the US officials would not dare to touch them. At this time, the The leader of the Tiandao League was stepping on the hostages and shouted sharply: "Release Mr. Clinton immediately."

boom!

A shot goes off!

The leader of the Tiandao League who was shouting fell to the ground in an instant, half of his head was blown away by the bullet.

Before the enemy's blood fell, Chu Tian immediately shouted: "Attack!" The United Nations headquarters is located in the East Manhattan area of ​​New York City, overlooking the East River. The library is composed of three parts. The Secretariat Building is the main building of the building, and the facade is a large glass protection wall.

So it is also commonly known as the "Glass Palace."

Although the United Nations Building is located in New York, it is an international territory independent of the United States. Officials from various countries go in and out of the office every day, and there are usually a lot of tourists coming and going. Therefore, its security is far less strict than that of the White House. After all, terrorist organizations are not Will take it to the knife.

Dealing with the United Nations Headquarters is really tantamount to gangsters, but Reaper did so recklessly, took advantage of the night to take down the guards with zero casualties, and then quietly took control of the building and waited for the fish to enter the net. The god of death believes that the master will be saved because of this.

"Reaper, it's crazy to hijack the United Nations headquarters."

Clinton's confidant looked at the elite who went out to dress up as guards, and his face was shocked. He didn't expect that the god of death was ten times and a hundred times more crazy than the legend. A massive search by the military and police.

"All for Mr. Clinton."

Reaper's gloved finger slid across the stone table, and a cutting mark was clearly visible: "With this building as a bargaining chip, I can completely beat Chu Tian to the ground. To rescue Mr. Clinton, I still want Chutian to bow his head and admit defeat."

Collinton's confidant frowned, and said in a disapproving tone: "There are many ways to make Chutian admit defeat. I also want to kill this kid and avenge the Tiandao League and the master, but we can't use such extreme tactics, otherwise even if we save Master, our future life will be very difficult."

"The whole world is chasing us, can we still save our lives?"

The god of death closed his eyes slightly, and replied in a calm voice: "Don't worry about the future, many people may be angry with us tomorrow, but after ten and a half months, the incident will gradually cool down. Wrong, that is, the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.”

The god of death said lightly: "The public's anger towards us will never last long, their passion will soon be worn out by life, Yuan Fang, you have to believe me, when I rescue Mr. Clinton and kill Chu Tian, ​​we will Flee to the Middle East to avoid it for a few months, and the world will forget us again."

"Trust me, I'm a doctor of psychology, professional!"

Yuan Fang nodded approvingly on the surface, but he couldn't stop muttering in his heart about the doctor of psychology. He is a patient in a mental hospital, and he is the most serious kind. It seems that people who engage in psychology are all perverts, but he dare not say too much. After all, Clinton let Death take full responsibility.

"Yuan Fang, go out and do something."

The god of death with his eyes closed said softly, "I still have a lot of things to think about and arrange. The United Nations is only a part of my deployment. I still have to think about how to kill Chutian. Only when he is killed can we not have any future." Trouble, there won’t be too many obstacles in going to the Middle East.”

He obviously knew Chutian's ability long ago, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful way: "Otherwise, with his relationship with the Eighteen Sons in the Middle East, it would be useless for us to go to the Middle East, and we would be attacked by him in ten and a half months." Therefore, no matter what, Chu Tian cannot be allowed to live."

Death's voice became softer and softer, as if he had fallen asleep: "Once he dies, Shuaijun will become a mess, and many forces will not be able to gather their core. This is a good thing for us to flee and rise. Let the Second Young Master be released, and Shuai Jun will be restrained even more."

Yuan Fang sighed, unable to persuade him, he turned and left.

At dawn, the United Nations Building looked normal on the surface. When the pointer pointed to 08:30, many officials began to enter the building. Some of them were diplomats from various countries. Their habitual thinking made them ignore the faces around them. pay attention.

After 40 people entered, Tiandaomeng slowly closed the gate after receiving the order. An official who was about to come to work was taken aback for a moment, thinking he was going to be late, he hurried forward and yelled in English: "Dude, sir! What are you doing closing the door during the day? Let me in quickly."

"You want to catch up with death?"

The leader of Tiandaomeng kicked the official's chest, kicked him five or six meters away, and pulled out a short gun, which made the staff who came behind blow the frying pan and knew immediately Those who came were not friendly, and quickly dispersed from the door of the car with a "boom".

The leader of the Tiandao League waved his hand, and there was a "bang" gunshot.

A bullet slammed into the chest of the screaming official, bloody and bloody, and he was killed on the spot. With the sound of the gunshot, the rest of the UN officials fled around screaming like sparrows that had been frightened, regardless of whether there was a road ahead. They all ran away crazily with both hands and feet.

At the gate of the huge United Nations, no one was seen in an instant.

The leader of Tiandaomeng shouted coldly: "It's still better to use bullets." The iron gate was quickly locked by several big men, and all the security systems had been opened. Tiandaomeng snipers also appeared on the surrounding highlands. They looked like terrorists. , Handcuffed all dozens of people within the controllable range.

Five of them were still locked by the iron gate, with their guns pointed at their heads far away.

At the same time, several telephones rang loudly at the same time. As soon as the police operator picked up the phone and said: "Hello", he was shocked by the shouting on the other end of the phone. After a long time, the operator frowned and muttered Muttering to himself: "What? Terrorists appear?"

At this time, Death has led several people out of the gate of the United Nations. They drilled through a sewer to the back door, and then rolled out of the power grid. Then he blocked the entrance and put a few bombs behind the door. After finishing these things , the god of death bowed slightly towards the building.

He knew that none of the brothers inside could survive.

10 minutes after the incident, Chu Tian was informed of what had happened in the United Nations building. Facing the madness of the God of Death, he remained calm. He was a little surprised that the Tiandao League hijacked the UN headquarters, and he was relieved of the struggle and madness of the God of Death. He felt that he could finally grasp the Take the pulse of death.

"Young Marshal, the Tiandao League has sent a condition."

Sweat dripped from Smith's forehead, and he spoke with a trace of anxiety: "They want you to take Clinton and his son to exchange, otherwise a UN official will be killed every 10 minutes. Now officials from various countries are waiting for the results in the Capitol. The pressure on the White House is unprecedented. big."

"Tell them America doesn't negotiate with terrorists."

A smile flashed across Chu Tian's face, and he replied softly: "Even if the Secretary-General of the United Nations is not inside, then we don't need to weigh each other's bargaining chips. Mr. Smith, mobilize the anti-terrorism force to attack me! Dozens of officials let Let them do something for world peace."

Speaking of this, he added a few words sarcastically: "I have long said that the Tiandao League is a breeding ground for terrorists, but they don't believe the three major families. Mr. Smith, you might as well ask those officials who support the Tiandao League to go to the scene. Let the facts slap them in the face."

Smith couldn't help laughing bitterly, and replied with his hands outstretched: "Young commander, now is not the time to be angry, the top priority is to rescue the hostages and kill the gods. If you say to mobilize the anti-terrorism force to attack, wouldn't that kill dozens of officials? ? The United Nations will scold us to death."

"Let's go and have a look at the scene first."

Chu Tian stood up noncommittal, got into the car and drove to the scene of the incident.

What Death God and the others have done has gone beyond the grievances with Chutian, and is far from the scope of the hostage exchange between the two sides. It has cast a layer of extreme terror, so the scene has already been surrounded by vehicle gunners, and the cordon has been stretched far away. Even if the murderer spreads his wings, it is difficult to fly out.

Standing at the door and listening to Smith's report, Chu Tian looked around the surroundings of the United Nations building. He quickly judged that the god of death was not in the building, and it was just a bargaining chip for the latter to negotiate. He waved someone to take a sniper rifle: "Let me see the situation."

Smith did not suspect him, and subconsciously gave him the gun.

Chu Tian raised his sniper rifle to look around the situation inside, and finally his eyes fell on a leader of the Tiandao League. They were in control of dozens of lives and were not afraid of guns from far and near. It seemed that the US officials would not dare to touch them. At this time, the The leader of the Tiandao League was stepping on the hostages and shouted sharply: "Release Mr. Clinton immediately."

boom!

A shot goes off!

The leader of the Tiandao League who was shouting fell to the ground in an instant, half of his head was blown away by the bullet.

Before the enemy's blood fell, Chu Tian immediately shouted: "Attack!"