I, Citi Police Chief, pay money

Chris walked in and saw that there were bullet casings all over the floor, the walls and the ground were full of bullet holes, decorations shattered by bullets, and a few puddles of blood. A battered corpse of a player...was titled Based on the principle of not wasting the character's body of "Ye Ao", Lin Ruoyu and the others dragged him down and smashed him to pieces.

"Is anyone injured?" Chris asked "concerned", and he saw blood on the four of them.

"We were all shot, but we didn't get in the way, we missed the point," Lao She said.

"The bullets also passed through and did not stay in the body."

Ok, Chris understands what the player said. The injuries of the four of them look serious on the surface, and there is nothing wrong with them. To put it bluntly, they are flesh injuries. The bullets did not touch the bones, nor did they hurt the internal organs. Stop it. The blood can still continue to be alive and kicking.

"That's all right, you guard the hall and don't let the mob succeed in counterattacking. I'll send a signal now." After speaking, Chris took out a white handkerchief from his arms, ran to the door and shook it, indicating that the hall was under control.

After receiving the signal, the New York police officers standing at the corner of Wall Street cheered, and then a group of people rushed along the buildings on the street... Although the entrance to the hall was taken down, there were still people firing cold guns overhead, forcing The police did not dare to walk on Wall Street Avenue at all, and could only sneak along the wall.

The New York police left first, but the fastest to rush into the lobby of the JPMorgan Chase headquarters was a group of armed FBI agents in plain clothes and armed security guards from the Morgan Consortium. They rushed into the lobby with submachine guns and pistols , when he saw Chris and his four injured police officers, he didn't say thank you, and rushed directly to the central Y staircase leading to the second floor of the building.

This posture is clearly here to grab credit.

"These guys are in a hurry to reincarnate." Li Gangjing muttered dissatisfied.

Indeed, Chris agrees with Li Gangjing's words, these FBI agents and security guards are indeed in a hurry to die.

No, just as a group of detectives with submachine guns rushed up the stairs, there were a few shots from shotguns on the stairs on the second floor, and the two detectives who were the vanguard flew downside down amid the gunfire , slamming on the stairs and rolling down.

Then, before the agents and consortium security guards who were stunned on the stairs could react, a long object rolled down the stairs from above and fell at their feet.

"boom!"

What happened later, Chris and the four players didn't see it. When the federal agents were in a hurry to seek death, he walked out of the building with his subordinates supporting each other. At this time, New York The police also just arrived at the scene. Seeing a police inspector and four police officers walking out of the building covered in blood, their first reaction was to rush forward and drag the five people back.

"Come to the doctor, hurry to the doctor, one of our guys is injured."

"Hurry up, hurry up and carry the buddy back." The police yelled for a while, and hurriedly dragged Chris and the five out of Wall Street. Outside Wall Street, Sheriff Isidor and Chief James were already waiting. After a long time, when they saw Chris coming out, a group of policemen and doctors hurriedly surrounded them, trying to undress the five of them in a hurry.

"Hey, let me go, I'm not hurt, it's the four guys who were hurt, ok, let go, don't take off my clothes." Chris quickly broke away from two burly men in pink medical clothes, and walked away from the crowd. squeezed out.

"Good job, Inspector Chris." James came up, smiled and patted Chris on the shoulder. Obviously, after the entrance to the first floor of JPMorgan Chase was opened, his pressure was significantly reduced. Now there are Momo and Chris chatted and laughed here, and began to discuss the possibility of Chris being promoted to the Superintendent of the Sixteenth Division this year.

At this time, between the first and second floors of JPMorgan Chase, a fierce exchange of fire was in progress. Federal agents and security guards of the consortium desperately attacked upwards, not to mention the one that was reimbursed by grenades in the first wave of attack. The team charged for the second time, but they rushed up to the second floor smoothly.

Then when attacking along the corridor, they were blown away by the booby traps placed at the corner, and then the player who jumped out of the side room fired with a submachine gun, and ran away after the magazine bullets were fired. Behind him, half of the corridor Everyone was lying down, and the rest of them were lying on the ground and did not dare to look up.

The player's frontal shooting attracts attention, and then ambush firepower from the side, booby traps at corners, pretending to be dead, and then shooting the enemy with their backs behind them and other tactical routines, making it impossible for federal agents and bodyguards to guard against them, all in less than 10 minutes Within a short period of time, thirty or forty armed men rushed to the second floor, and only five of them were able to walk down the first floor by themselves, and all the others stayed upstairs.

Chapter 70: Chapter 66 Anti-Police Elite ([-])

As Lin Ruoyu, a former special police officer who has received professional training and loves to play gun-related games offline, he is very aware of his own strengths and weaknesses. Decided not to hold on.

There are too few of them, 14 players, including 31 NPC veterans who assist, there are only 31 people in total, and with these 31 people, they not only have to attack upstairs, fight to the death with the security guards of the building, but also defend From the capitalist gunmen downstairs who occupy an absolute superiority in numbers, only [-] people are absolutely too busy.

The topography of the JPMorgan Chase Building is also extremely complicated, with offices and staff cubicles everywhere, and more than one staircase connecting floors. There is a central Y staircase between the first and second floors, and four on the left and right In addition, there are four out of service elevators in the building.

Abandoning the main entrance, the first and second floors cannot be defended. In addition, there are four stair passages above the second floor. Gives the player a new possibility.

Therefore, Lin Ruoyu simply divided the 31 people including himself into two groups, a team of 19 people, eight players and eleven veteran NPCs continued to attack upstairs, to attack the people hiding in the tall buildings. The capitalists and their lackeys burned all the way along the way, destroying all paper documents that could be found in the building.

The second team, led by Lin Ruoyu himself, consists of six NPCs and five players, defending against the attackers attacking downstairs.

Lin Ruoyu placed all the NPCs in his team on the eighth floor, and then sent people to blast the three stairs between the eighth and seventh floors, leaving one for the NPCs to guard... Thanks to the police players for sending them Otherwise, they really don't have enough explosives to blast the stairs.

After the blasting was completed, six NPCs equipped with submachine guns and shotguns guarded the last remaining stairs, while Lin Ruoyu and other six players engaged in flexible defensive guerrilla warfare between the second floor and the seventh floor.

Now, the first wave of attack sent by the U.S. officials has been repulsed, and Lin Ruoyu and the six people were not given any time to breathe. In less than 10 minutes, the federal agents and the Morgan gunmen reorganized a group A team of more than 50 people was launched to attack the enemy-occupied area above the second floor.

In this attack, the attacker did not immediately encounter the defender's counterattack on the second floor.

"No one?" Mr. Johnson, the federal field officer in charge of the frontline commander, looked at the two empty corridors on the left and right of the stairs in doubt. He didn't know why, but he felt a little nervous.

"Sir, we should immediately step forward to rescue the trapped American citizens, instead of playing the game of you looking for me and I looking for you with the gangsters here." Next to him, a security captain of the consortium wearing an armed suit issued a message to Mr. Johnson Jason knew the main reason for his protest, but what happened to the brother who rushed in in front, didn't you see?

Mr. Johnson and the security captain looked at each other for a while, and finally he succumbed to the capital because he remembered his house and his wife.

"Okay, I will leave ten people on the second floor, and the others will continue to move up."

"There is no need to stay, we are outnumbered by bandits, there is no need to disperse our troops like this." The captain emphasized.

"If you want to stay, you keep your people, and all my people have to go up."

The security captain was so stubborn and stupid, Mr. Johnson felt that his authority had been challenged, and he was a little angry.

The two were in the lobby on the second floor, and under the watchful eyes of more than 50 people, they started arguing. The two quarreled for more than three minutes, but after no one was persuaded, the security captain forcibly took more than 20 people under his command to the third floor. , leaving only Mr. Johnson and his men in a daze in the lobby on the second floor.

"Director, what are we going to do now?" An agent cautiously asked Mr. Jansen. The person being questioned rubbed his face vigorously, and let out a long breath.

"Let's leave ten people to simply search the second floor, and the others will follow me up."

Mr. Johnson always felt that the second floor was not safe, so he left ten people down, and asked some of them to guard the stairs, while the other started from the second floor and went up to each floor one by one to see if there were any survivors. Or, or the existence of bandits, to ensure the safety of everyone's retreat.

After making the arrangements, Mr. Jansen led his men to continue climbing to catch up with the consortium gunmen who were on the road first.

After walking to the third floor, there were intense gunshots overhead. According to the transmission distance of the gunshots, the federal agents quickly judged that the gunfight took place on the sixth floor.

"GO, GO, GO!" Mr. Johnson immediately yelled loudly, leading the remaining [-] agents to quickly climb the stairs, ready to go up to support the consortium gunmen in the fierce battle.

Unexpectedly, more than 20 people climbed up to the fourth floor, and gunshots rang out. A series of bullets fired towards the stairs from nowhere knocked down the two federal agents who were moving. On the ground, dust was flying everywhere, and the agents scrambled to dodge.

"Where did the attack come from!" Mr. Jensen yelled loudly, lying under the stairs.

"Under the door of the second room in the corridor on the right side of the stairs... I saw the muzzle flames." Someone responded.

After knowing the location, the detectives who were caught off guard immediately poked their guns out of their hiding place angrily, and fired back at the room where someone was hiding. The wooden door that was opened a little was immediately smashed into a sieve by the flying bullets.

After confirming that the enemy was suppressed, the two federal agents closest to the door rushed over with their submachine guns, kicked the broken wooden door open with a flying kick, and rushed in. They cried out in annoyance.

"Gift crab, the bastard who shot inside ran away, there is a big hole in this room leading to the next room!"

"Kassel, you take your men to chase down, and I leave two people on my side to take the injured brother down, and the others follow me and continue to go up to support the upstairs." Jason shouted, and then stayed behind. Five people got off, and he continued to climb up with the rest of the agents.

However, by the time he led people up to the sixth floor, the gunfire had stopped. In the hall on the sixth floor, all the gunmen of the consortium were gathered there. There are less than ten people who can stand now. They all lay down, they were either dead, or they were lying on the ground holding their wounds and moaning in pain.

"What happened!" Jason yelled.

"Someone attacked us..." A wounded man leaning against the wall, still not forgetting to point his gun at the corridor on the right side of the stairs, responded to Jansen's question.

"They attacked from the left and right sides at the same time. Their marksmanship was very accurate, and all the bullets hit us. In addition, they also used grenades."

"Where's Mr. Jim?" Mr. Jason asked this question. Before he could answer, he closed his mouth. There was no other reason. Jason saw the arrogant consortium security captain before, and now he is lying on the bed. On the ground, his face was pale and lifeless, his chest was covered with blood, and he was obviously dead.

"How many attackers were there?"

"Two people."

"Just two of you beat you like this?" Mr. Johnson was a little disappointed, he felt that he shouldn't be walking with this group of trash.

This idea had just appeared, when there was a burst of intensive and short gunshots downstairs, the gunshots were very slight, and the sound seemed to be happening inside the fourth to fifth floors below.

Mr. Johnson was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of Cassel and the others who stayed behind to chase the escaped bandits, and the ominous premonition in his heart suddenly became stronger.

"Come on, let's go down and have a look."

With that said, Jason led his people back to the fourth floor, and the remaining consortium gunmen hurriedly carried their injured companions to follow.

After returning to the fourth floor, the mighty group of people, the exchange of fire on the fourth floor had stopped. The federal agents trotted in the direction of the previous gunshots, and then found Kassel in a visitor's office hall Three people...they were all lying on the ground, blood was flowing from their bodies, and there was a bullet hole in their heads. Obviously, after the three detectives fell down, they were shot again, and all the weapons and ammunition on their bodies were taken away. .

"Damn it!" Mr. Johnson yelled angrily, and at the same time, an uncontrollable fear rose in his heart. The enemy's attack was too ruthless, and the guns were all aimed at the vitals. This group of people has gone crazy. Killing people obviously didn't want to live past today.

"Help, help, are you the police? Help!" Just as Jason was about to retreat, two men in suits and leather ties ran out timidly from a room on the side of the hall, raising their hands and calling for help loudly .

The detectives did not suspect him. Both of them were wearing tight suits. They could see that there was no hidden weapon from top to bottom. Their hands were raised high where everyone could see them, and there was a look of horror on their faces. Clearly not a perpetrator of crime.

The two detectives went up to appease them, but when the detectives got close to the two survivors, their expressions suddenly changed, and they pointed their fingers at the gate of the office hall behind the detectives, loudly shouted.

"thug!"

Jensen and the other agents believed it. The frightened federal agents quickly turned around without thinking, pointing their guns in the direction they were pointing. However, as soon as they turned around, the two seemingly The innocent American citizen took out two soda cans from his waist with his backhand, pulled the tabs on them, and threw them into the crowd of agents while flying to the ground.

The detonation time of these two homemade grenades was extremely short, from the cable to the explosion, it took only one second, so that when the agents found something was wrong and turned around, the grenade just fell on the ground and exploded , In the two explosions of "bang", the large group of flames quickly covered the hall, and the agents suffered heavy losses immediately.

The place where the two players chose to throw the grenade was particularly tricky. They chose to throw it on the left and right sides of the crowd, which allowed the explosion to cover almost all the crowd. In addition, this hall belongs to the visitor office hall, and there are only two office equipment in it. There are only a table and a few cloth sofas, and there are not many obstacles for the agents to cover.

Ever since, the explosion of these two grenades directly blew up more than a dozen of the more than 30 people present. Neither of them woke up.

Immediately afterwards, after the explosion, outside the hall, Lin Ruoyu quickly rushed in with three other players, took a submachine gun and sprayed at the detectives present, beating them to the ground, but there was nowhere to go. To hide, you can only bite the bullet and lie on the ground and shoot head-to-head with the player.

As a result, in such a confrontation, the federal agents and the remaining consortium gunmen were completely defeated. Four people came outside, and two inside picked up the weapon of the agent who was killed by the bombing. Tactics, more than half of the dozen or so federal agents who fought back were killed on the spot, and the rest lay behind their desks, hid among the corpses, and shot indiscriminately with their guns raised. They didn't know who they were hitting.

"Boss, someone is coming, someone is coming from the second floor." Someone yelled, and then Lin Ruoyu looked at the hall, quickly bent down, groped on the two corpses at his feet, and took out the magazines full of bullets on them. After taking it out, he turned around and ran away.

"Withdraw!" Amidst the shouts, the other five players hurriedly ran away with Lin Ruoyu after picking up the ammunition on the corpse at their feet.

"Thank God, I survived." After oiling the soles of the player's feet, Jason raised his head from the pile of corpses tremblingly, and looked around. During the battle just now, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. , No way, he was blown over at the very beginning. Although he was lucky not to be hit by shrapnel, he was also stunned by the shock wave.

When Jensen came to his senses amidst the sound of gunfire, the battle had already entered a complete disadvantage. The federal agents were beaten so hard by the front and back attacks, and their counterattacks were messy and unorganized. Jensen looked up and saw this In that scene, he lay down obediently and did not move.

Come on, I'd better lie on my stomach. Once I start the robbery and find that I'm still alive, I'm right in the middle of the battlefield.

In this way, Jensen was lucky enough to get the timely support of ten federal agents who had searched the third floor. Then they counted the number of people at the scene and found that there were only eight people left, including Jensen. Both the staff and the security guards of the consortium suffered heavy losses.

What else is there to say, bring the brothers who are seriously injured and dying to retreat!

In this way, the second joint attack by the federal agents and the security of the consortium was declared a failure. The agents once again evacuated the JPMorgan Chase building in a panic, not even daring to stay on the first floor, and just got out of the building. Wall Street, scared a group of New York police officers guarding the first floor of the building.

"God, the gangsters upstairs are so vicious, the federal agents and the consortium shooters have all been beaten away, so we can hold the first floor?" Sergeant Isidore, who was guarding the first floor, looked at the federal agents who fled out in embarrassment. Detectives, he was shocked.

No, I have to be on the safe side.

Thinking of this, Sergeant Isidor led the policemen in the hall on the first floor to shoot randomly at the open space for a while, and then shouted.

"Guys, the enemy's firepower is fierce, we can't stop it, retreat quickly!"

As he said that, he led the New York policemen to chase the federal agents and fled to the outside of Wall Street. After 2 minutes, Lin Ruoyu, who brought five people down to check the situation, stared blankly at the empty space in front of him. The hall on the first floor of the hotel is still a little unresponsive.

"What... what happened on the first floor? Why did the New York policemen run away?"

Chapter 71: Chapter 67 Things suddenly returned to the original point

After realizing that the police had all retreated and the first floor was back under the control of his own side, Lin Ruoyu relaxed his tense nerves a little, and began to have the leisure to care about other things.

"Is anyone injured again?" He asked the five players on the left and right. The five players, including him, were more or less bloody. Some belonged to the enemy, and some belonged to him. I only know it myself.

"I was shot, in the shoulder, and my right hand is not very flexible."

"I was shot in the chest, probably in the ribs, and my health remained at 70.00%, and there was no bleeding."

Two people reported that the situation was not so good. Whether their situation was good or bad, they were not extremely bad, and they still maintained a certain level of combat effectiveness.

"The two of you take the remaining smoke bombs and grenades and go up to find a place to set up booby traps and shoot black guns." Lin Ruoyu thought for a while and made arrangements for the two injured players.

"Leave the submachine gun, take a semi-automatic pistol and a bolt-action rifle. If we lose the first floor, don't confront the enemy head-on upstairs. Just shoot and run. If you can't run, call for support. If there is no support, go Fight to the death."

The players had no objection to Lin Ruoyu's arrangement, so they went upstairs to implement it, and the remaining three watched the former in the lobby on the first floor.

"Let's arrange the first floor, and then continue to fight the defensive battle."

"Is it okay for us to do this?" someone asked.

"Before the NPC was not a plot killer, we let us out of the first floor. Now we are here to deploy defenses. What should we do when he asks us to run?"

"Probably not. We didn't rob this floor. The New York police ran away and threw it to us. We take it back and continue to deploy defenses. It shouldn't be a problem." Lin Ruoyu guessed.

"Even if we guessed wrong, we'll waste our energy. If we're afraid of anything, we can run again. Besides, it's a good thing to do it again. The explosives thrown to us by the police players are almost used up. Now we can only get them by touching the corpses." There are too few grenades."

"That's right." The other three players agreed with Lin Ruoyu's opinion very much, and just like that, the four of them set up a defensive position again in the hall.

At the same time, on the upper floor of the skyscraper, the offensive and defensive battle was about to end. The security guards employed by the Morgan consortium were beaten back by players and American veterans, and they were lost from one floor to the next...or, The security guards couldn't guard the floors at all. The reason was the same as that of Lin Ruoyu and others downstairs. There were too many stairs and there were few security guards in the building. They couldn't take care of the four stairs at all.

The capitalists upstairs also want to mobilize the company employees in the building to resist the attack of the thugs downstairs, but the effect is minimal, not to mention whether there are enough weapons and ammunition in a building that mainly focuses on the financial industry. Mobilized employees are also less willing to work for their bosses.

How should we put it, we are all intellectuals, you have to know how your boss treats us on weekdays, the money is only so little, and there are more troubles, layoffs at every turn, now you want us to take up arms to defend your property?Well, how about calling the executives and managers who get paid the most?

What, you said the thugs are going to come up and kill people randomly?Even if it kills me, I won’t work for you, besides, other people come up here just to make you bankers who have lost their veteran’s compensation to jump off the building. My life, under such circumstances, why should I work hard for you.

And the reality is as expected by these employees. Among the players and veterans, the only one who likes to kill people indiscriminately is Ye Ao. After he was banned, the number of players killed plummeted. Also no longer additionally kill other passers-by.

Under such circumstances, how can the capitalists and security guards upstairs resist the player's attack?Naturally, they could only retreat steadily and be defeated by the players. If the JP Morgan Chase building was not tall enough, with 52 floors, and enough floors to allow the security guards and bankers to keep retreating, they would have been finished long ago.

Even so, how long these people can persist depends on the physical fitness of the NPC veterans on the player's side. The faster they climb the stairs, the faster the bankers and lackeys of the Morgan consortium will die.

The people upstairs are very aware of this, as are the managers and security guards of the Morgan consortium outside of Wall Street. This is also the main reason why the FBI and the consortium gunmen launched two successive large-scale attacks.

It's just that the lackeys of the capitalists completely underestimated the player's ability. They made two large-scale attacks, but each time they were beaten back by fewer players because of their eagerness for success. Not to mention, they also suffered heavy losses. Lost because of this, things suddenly came back to square one.

Now, the place outside Wall Street has become lively, the cries of the wounded, the roar of the police to maintain order, the scolding of the managers of the consortium, and the chatter of passers-by, the entire outside of Wall Street is now crowded with people... Actually Foreigners also like to watch the excitement, and if you think they don't like to watch, that's just your illusion.

In fact, foreigners like to watch the show more than the Chinese. As long as they are not in the environment of being shot, they will always stop to eat melons, watch the scene of the banker jumping off the building, and the more they watch, the happier they are... What, we don't have empathy?Crazy, what kind of empathy do you have for an exploited person and a banker? Are you sick, or are you a banker yourself?