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Who is not afraid after seeing it? The New York police officers who are colleagues are also afraid, but some of the New York reporters are bold and not afraid of death, rushing in with a camera. For such a bold guy, most of them will not end well. Either they were regarded as gangsters by the police and shot to death from a long distance away, or they were killed by terrified gangster gunmen, and none of the journalists survived.

There is no way, what Chris has done is too big, the whole Hell's Kitchen has become a mess, and it has directly become a war-torn area, and anyone who runs around will attract guns.

Then time gradually passed. After dawn, the New York policemen guarding outside Hell's Kitchen were about to go inside. When they were looking for news, the news brought by the policemen from Manhattan Island interrupted their actions.

"Go to Wall Street, Director McKee ordered, something happened on Wall Street again!"

"What happened?"

"The thugs are coming again, and this time it is more serious than the last time, and there are more people coming!"

Chapter 168: Chapter 160 Chapter [-] First Step

In the early morning, the dining hall of the 30th District Police Station is lively. In the back kitchen of the dining hall, more than [-] cooks and helpers are busy with breakfast for all police officers, cooking porridge, milk, toast, frying and cooking noodles. It made the whole dining hall steamy and fragrant.

On the opposite side of the wall, the police officers who had been busy all night were queuing up for breakfast with their plates. The breakfast was not as rich as usual, but because it was free, the staff and police officers ate deliciously.

However, apart from the police, there is also a group of people who are honestly sitting on the table in the dining hall. There are more than 30 of them. Everyone looks tired, a little bit shocked and confused, and their clothes are stained with blood. , somewhat messy and dirty.

These people are all the target people captured by the police and players last night. They are all the leaders of the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen. Some of them are local snakes in Hell's Kitchen, and some of them specialize in bootleg alcohol transportation. The site is not in hell. The kitchen, it's just that people were unlucky last night. They happened to be in Hell's Kitchen, and they were also arrested.

No matter what kind of prominent status they had before, they only have one status now, and that is the prisoner of the sixteenth district police station.

Chris walked in from outside the big cafeteria. His arrival attracted the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. The police quickly raised their hands to salute him, while the gang leaders looked at him with complicated eyes...fear, hatred Both.

"You should all know me, and I don't know you very well, but since you have all been arrested, I don't bother to talk about many things." Chris walked in front of them and said.

"I said that last night's sweep came from the self-assessment of Deputy Director Malcolm. Many of you must not believe it, but it is the truth. Believe it or not, what I'm going to say now has something to do with the above. , take a look at this document."

As he said that, Chris handed out the stack of papers in his hand, one for each person, and the gang leaders took it and looked down, but some people stared wide-eyed before they even took a few glances.

"Liquor trade license? Director Chris, what does this mean?"

"Literally." Chris nodded.

"I didn't care about bootlegging before because I was too lazy to care about it, but now that something like this happens, I have to deal with it. After today, in Hell's Kitchen, or even in New York, any bootlegging trade needs to be like this A license, any forces and taverns that do not have, will be attacked by me."

What Chris said made quite a few gangsters couldn't help showing ironic expressions. Obviously they thought Chris was bragging... New York is so big, such a lucrative bootlegging trade, you a small sixteenth district police department Director, how dare you say that?

They didn't speak, which didn't prevent Chris from understanding their expressions.

"I don't want to say anything here. You have a week to think about it, and I will start to do things the next day. After a week, if there are still people who continue to sell but do not apply for a trade certificate, then don't blame me for being merciless. The bootlegger trade license is at the Springfield Cafe. If you go in and talk about something, someone will take you to register. Well, you can get out now. After you go back, you can stay honest or use people to seek revenge on me. All to follow."

Saying that, Chris turned around and left, leaving only the people in the dining hall looking at each other. Soon, someone tried to stand up and walk out, but no matter whether it was the policeman having breakfast in the dining hall or the guards outside People, no one cared about them, so these gang leaders quickly left the cafeteria and rushed to their respective strongholds.

After Chris left the cafeteria, he turned around and went to find Chuntian who was still in the police station of the [-]th District, raised his hand and threw the bootlegging license document in his hand.

"Chuntian, let's take a look at a cooperation. Do you want to work together? I will do the work, and you will help withstand the pressure from the government. We will share the profits [-]-[-], or you can get more."

Chuntian took the document in a daze. After listening to what Chris said, she quickly looked down at the document in her hand and read the contents above. At the same time, combined with what Chris said just now, she finally figured out what Chris wanted. What to do, after figuring this out, Chuntian was immediately surprised by Chris's ambition.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm going to seize the right to speak in New York's underground world." Chris said with emphasis.

"The bootleg liquor trade license is only the first step. I can give half, or even 80.00% of the benefits contained in it to those greedy politicians and police chiefs, but I want the leadership of the New York bootleg liquor trade. With this right, I will try to control the gangs of New York."

"But why, what do you use to control the bootlegging trade?" This is what Chuntian was most puzzled about. She couldn't understand why Chris had such self-confidence... Oh, no, from the Sixteenth Division last night Judging from the strength shown by the police station, it seems that Chris really has such strength.

"I will prove it with actions. Starting tomorrow, within a week, I will let my people start to act." Chris said so, saying a thousand words, it is better to do one thing, he does not want to waste words here, As long as Chris proves with practical actions that he can control the entire New York bootlegging trade, then the doubts and ridicule of others will naturally disappear without a trace. If Chris can't do it, what he said here is naturally just Just bragging.

"Then I'll wait and see, and wait for your good news in a week." Chuntian said.

"By the way, there seems to be something wrong on Wall Street in Manhattan?"

"I know, and I expected it." Chris said calmly.

"I will do such a thing tonight because I have received news that someone will attack Wall Street today, and I expect that in the following week, Wall Street incidents will help me to divert New York from All eyes."

Springfield looked at Chris, she wanted to say something, ask something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

"Next, what are you going to do?"

"Go to the hospital to see the police officer who died and was being treated." Chris said truthfully.

"Last night's battle, although it was a crushing situation, casualties are inevitable. As the director of the sixteenth division, I need to go and visit them."

"Including Deputy Director Malcolm?"

"Including this venerable deputy director. After all, last night he fought desperately on the front line. Although he was too brave and out of touch with the police behind him when he charged too far, he was successfully attacked by gangsters and shot 27 times in the back. He bled to death, but he is still a respectable and good policeman worthy of the admiration of all police officers in the [-]th division."

Chapter 169: Chapter 160 Four Wall Street ([-])

"Sisi... Huh!" Early in the morning, Hank, a patrolman belonging to the Fourth Precinct, was standing on the streets of Wall Street, smoking a cigarette boredly.

"It's another quiet and peaceful day." Hank said with emotion. The last time he was sent to the Buchan Industrial Zone to garrison, he almost killed himself. Fortunately, the thugs who came to the door were willing to talk to him. Reasonable, after giving him a pack of cigarettes, let Hank squat on one side.

After returning from the Buchan industrial area, Hanke came to his senses and quickly degenerated. He learned badly from other old police officers and stopped pursuing advancement. Instead, he became a policeman and became a street patrolman honestly... The street is so nice. Although it is exposed to the sun and rain, it is better to have a stable life. The most gangsters you face are thieves and robbers. You don't need to confront those gun-wielding thugs.

After realizing it, Hank applied to his branch chief to change the branch, and the old boss was also willing to kick out Hank, a [-]-year-old boy who survived the catastrophe. In the fourth branch, as an insignificant street patrol policeman, he worked three shifts, and today it happened to be Hank's turn to be on the morning shift.

"Hey, officer, good morning." Hank was smoking a cigarette when suddenly he was patted twice on the shoulder and someone whispered in his ear.

"Can I trouble you to hand over your pistol? I want to be a decent person, so you shouldn't make me look bad."

Hank's body was stiff, and he slowly stretched out his hand to escape the revolver pinned to his waist, then grabbed the barrel of the gun and stretched it with his backhand... Hank couldn't help but be dishonest, there is a hard thing on his waist now Above, Hank didn't suspect that it was a fake gun, because in addition to smelling a faint smell of gun oil, he also saw that his colleague who was patrolling the street with him was also surrounded by two men in suits.

Unlike Hank who is knowledgeable, that colleague still resisted with a gun after being surrounded by people. After the result was healed, he only made a little movement, and a man in a suit punched him in the stomach with a very concealed movement. The beating made him bowed into a prawn, and then he turned around and dragged him to the public toilet beside him.

This frightened Hank, even the New York police dared to attack in the street, this is definitely a group of lawless thugs.

Hank's cooperation made the thugs behind him very satisfied, and they didn't embarrass him too much. After taking away Hank's guns, he handed him a pack of cigarettes, and pointed out a clear way for him at the same time.

"Don't worry, your colleague is not dead. At most, we just beat him up. Later, you will go to the toilet to take him away and leave Wall Street, because we will be working on Wall Street later, and the scene will be very intense. It's not good for you cops with only pistols to get involved."

"Understood, understood..." Hank replied with a nod and bowed his head, and then walked aside by himself.

"Very good." Luo Feisi watched the patrolman run aside with satisfaction, and he looked back at the little partner who was following behind.

"Jordanny, stay with me, we're going to do something big now!"

Today's Wall Street is destined to be restless. Hundreds of players rushed in, and it took less than 10 minutes to control all the policemen in the streets and alleys and drive them out.

In this process, it is impossible not to see blood. There will always be loyal policemen who will not be threatened, but the players who make troubles are also merciful. As a result, the police patrolling the street injured 17 people, but none of them died.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the entire Wall Street was in chaos. People in suits and leather shoes ran around, and the players didn't care. They just closed the building, and the purpose was very clear, they closed the bank building.

Hundreds of players were divided into five teams. Each team had its own mission. Some teams were responsible for blocking roads, some were responsible for controlling the building and killing the armed security guards in the building, and some were responsible for controlling people and arresting bankers and their managers. Doglegs like that, and some people are responsible for arranging landmines and obstacle bunker defenses in key places on Wall Street, as if they are ready to fight.

The actions and momentum of these hundreds of people frightened the police station of the Fourth Division in charge of local security. The situation reported by the patrolmen who were kicked out was not good. The group of guys who went into Wall Street were not ordinary thugs. They are just like a group of elite veterans, with a clear division of labor and skilled movements. The police who carried them out can tell when they look through the wounds. Their marksmanship is also very accurate, and they are familiar with the vital points of the human body.

It's okay, this matter must be something that a branch police can't handle, so I have to call someone!

The Fourth Division quickly reported the situation to the police station in the jurisdiction, and then the chief of the police station in the blind area in southern Manhattan was also frightened by the situation. While sending people to quickly reinforce Wall Street, he also immediately sent people to notify the headquarters.

The General Administration received the news that although Director McKee was a waste material, he also knew the seriousness of the matter, and immediately issued an edict calling all the police stations in New York to send reinforcements to Wall Street.

Such a big event happened on Wall Street, the war in Hell's Kitchen, is that a thing?

The police all flocked to Wall Street. Of course, the reporters guarding outside Hell’s Kitchen would not continue to hang around here. While wailing that all the news they had spent the night writing was scrapped, they rushed to Wall Street in high spirits. ... The news about Hell's Kitchen gangsters and the police, how can there be news about Wall Street being occupied by mobs again.

After some tossing, the time quickly came to noon.

"How's the situation!" Chief McKee rushed to the Wall Street with the reinforcements from the General Bureau. When he got out of the car, he yelled at Chief Levi of the Fourth Division Police Department.

"Have you driven out the thugs inside?"

"No, sir!" Chief Levi responded loudly.

"The thugs who occupied Wall Street have blocked the road, we can't get in!"

"What!" McGee raised his voice with disbelief.

"You are useless..." Before the sentence was finished, a sharp whistling from mid-air interrupted Director McKee's words. He and Director Levi looked up at the sky in doubt, In the end, Chief Levi reacted a little faster, his face changed, and he flew over to throw Chief McKee down.

"boom!"

The explosion exploded more than [-] meters away, and a small group of armed security personnel who were marching towards Wall Street with their guns happened to be caught by the blast, and they all fell down in the explosion's shrapnel.

"Bombardment!" Chief Levi, who was lying on the ground, looked at the scene and immediately gasped.

"Quick, retreat, stay away from Wall Street, and enter the nearest building for me... God, the thugs in Wall Street have mortars!"

Chapter 170: Chapter 160 Five Wall Street ([-])

The thugs in Wall Street have guns!

This is great bad news. Those who had gathered outside Wall Street immediately backed away and quickly ran away. No matter how Chief McKee yelled, no policeman was willing to go back.

We are only the police, not the army. This kind of thugs with artillery should find another way, we really can't fight them.

I didn't want to see the newly appointed Director McKee, and now that we have encountered such a thing, you old boy still want us to die?There is no door. In the previous Wall Street incident, the New York police were willing to fight hard and rushed a few times. It was because Chief James was really interesting. There is no money. In addition to funds, James is very generous in terms of job promotion, so the New York police are willing to work hard for him.

The current Chief McKee?Forget it, the compensation for the brothers who worked hard for him will be deducted, and we will only charge for him when our brains are flooded.

The police have started to work outside of Wall Street, and there is no such thing as a siege. There is no such thing as taking back Wall Street.

However, Wall Street bankers are not ordinary people. When they saw that the New York Police Department was unreliable, they mobilized their energy immediately, formed an armed security team with a number of about a thousand people, and launched a strong attack on Wall Street. .

Then they were beaten by the grenades thrown from the building and the Mark core heavy machine guns on the street. They rushed three times, and they were beaten back three times without even touching the edge of Wall Street. , In addition to leaving corpses all over the ground, there is nothing to gain, and a noon plus afternoon was wasted, the enemy didn't know how many were killed.

Seeing this situation, the banker suddenly lost his thoughts of recovering Wall Street. He turned around and ran to the New York City Hall to mobilize energy, open up relationships, and get the mayor to agree to dispatch the National Guard.

But the National Guard is an army after all, and they can't just come if they want to be dispatched. I'm afraid they won't arrive in New York at some time tonight, and during this time, it's the player's preparation time.

"Quick, quick! Drag that sofa over here and use it as a bunker..." Luo Feisi was very busy, and he was busy taking a dozen of his younger brothers to set up positions in the streets and alleys of Wall Street, because there were no sandbags. , he tried his best to drag anything that could block the bullets from each building to form a simple bunker.

In addition to bunkers, Luo Feisi also asked his most powerful younger brother, Jordani, to use his ability to manufacture a large number of high explosives, and then set them up in various places on Wall Street, preparing to detonate them when it was absolutely necessary. …As for the question of whether there are so many explosives, I can’t help worrying about this. In order to make this Wall Street event lively enough, he opened a stronghold directly after the Wall Street occupied by the players.

With the system stronghold, it basically means that the player has unlimited logistics supplies. As long as Chris still has money in his pocket, they will never lack supplies of bullets and explosives... No, Chris will go directly to the suburbs of New York The army barracks arsenal was taken, and then transferred to the temporary stronghold on Wall Street through the system.

Anyway, it is not written where the arsenal produced the bullets and explosives. If others want to track them down, they have no way of finding out. It's hard to find out if you have the guts to look down. There are more than that in the army's arsenal that disappeared for no reason. There are too many aspects involved in it, and the water is very deep. Even if the president came, he might not dare to reach out and touch it.

With unlimited supplies, players are not going to die.

After occupying Wall Street, players began to clean up the unstable factors in the building, but the focus of their work is not to kill people, and the road leading to the outside world from Wall Street is not blocked. With any paper documents, you can run outside as much as you like. Players are not interested in taking ordinary people as hostages.

Of course, ordinary people can run, and those bankers and their loyal dog-legged managers and the like must not be able to run, but how to distinguish these bastards from the crowd is a technical task. Besides, he sneakily took some ordinary employees to a corner, gave them a little money, and asked them to help confess their immediate superiors.

Beforehand, the players generally believed that this method might not be effective, but after practice, there were many bankers, bank managers, supervisors and other characters hidden in the crowd, just like this.

The players are a bit strange, but when they secretly asked those people why, in addition to getting the reason because of the beauty knife, there are also many people who are actually avenging their personal revenge.

"That guy, he slapped me several times last year for a small problem..."

"He is my immediate boss. If he is gone, I have hope to sit on it."

"He has withheld my salary."

"He stole my girlfriend."

The reasons are all kinds of strange, but the two words of hatred are always inseparable.

Of course, such a child's play method of arresting people will definitely miss and catch the wrong people, but the players don't care, they are not here to revolutionize, what is the need to do so carefully, they want to catch these people, just want them to play a role, Just find out the confidential documents hidden in various banks.

Yes, this time the Wall Street operation, the main target of the players is not people. After summing up the experience of the previous incident, the players believe that just killing people will not do much. Killing people in Wall Street can only kill some white gloves and people on the bright side. People like the president seem to be very important, but even if they are killed, there is no way to touch the real interests of those consortiums and banks. If you want to hurt them, you have to carry out a deeper attack.

What hit?

After discussing with each other, the players have always believed that dealing with bank documents, such as those land deeds and loan contracts, will destroy the tools they use to exploit the American people, and cancel the debts behind the poor American people.

Therefore, in this operation, the player is not in a hurry to kill people. In the evening, the National Guard summoned by the banker has also been dispatched, and has arrived in the suburbs of New York. It is currently rushing to Manhattan Wall Street. At the same time, the player's reinforcements are also dispatched Arrived here... I heard that someone was doing something on Wall Street again, and players from all over the United States rushed to New York.

A group of people who were closer to New York drove a car and rode war horses to New York before the National Guard, ran to Wall Street, and then the pedestrians easily passed through the loose and outrageous encirclement of the New York police , Enter Wall Street, and join forces with the players inside.

Chapter 171: Chapter 160 Six, Wall Street's Death ([-])

The National Guard finally entered the city at [-] o'clock in the evening, and then spent more than two hours marching in the city, slowly arrived at the southern part of Manhattan where Wall Street is located, and took over the fictional New York police. The encirclement line blocks the main roads and some small roads around Wall Street and surrounds them.

Because of the big troubles on Wall Street, the interests of the bankers were damaged, and the base camp was occupied, the National Guard rushed to the southern part of Manhattan. The number of regiments, four infantry battalions, counting the artillery and logistics troops, this A National Guard regiment has about [-] people.

There is no way, the incident caused by the players is too big, occupying Wall Street, and even being so arrogant that they used mortars to bombard the street in broad daylight. This news has been turned into radio waves through the pens of journalists and spread to all parts of the United States , There is even a trend of going out of the country and turning into international news.

Under such circumstances, there are bankers contributing to the flames. Of course, Mayor Godfrey called in all the National Guards that could be transferred from nearby New York, preparing to use a thunderous blow to crush the thugs on Wall Street.

Mayor Godfrey hoped that once the National Guard arrived, they would kill the thugs on Wall Street with a single swipe.

However, the reality is that the National Guard arrived at the scene. They did not attack at the first time, but dispersed, and then each found a place to rest, find a place to eat, and solve personal hygiene problems.

What, you say offensive?