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Chapter 14: Chapter 13 Stimulus Emergencies

Sergeant Regina feels very strange about patrolling the streets tonight. He patrols the night shift a lot, especially the patrols in the three commercial districts. He not only patrols at night, but also during the day. How many businesses are there in these three streets? , how many underground taverns, he knows very well... Although the younger brother guarding the door of the store never let Sergeant Regina enter for consumption.

But just by looking at the customers who came out of the inside, they smelled of alcohol, their faces were red and their lips were stained, and they were so drunk that they couldn't walk, Sergeant Regina knew what services were being sold inside. Guaranteed, just give Sheriff Regina a team, he's going to lead a rush in the middle of the night, and he's sure to find a bunch of bootlegs and a bunch of naked whores in the store.

Guaranteed, guaranteed, Sergeant Regina knew that this could not be done. This is not only because the current police station is understaffed and weapons are not enough, randomly checking stores, it is easy to provoke counterattacks from gangsters, but also because behind these stores, Part of it has a background. When you are confused and the intelligence is unknown, it is very likely that on the night you checked the store, there happened to be a congressman in the store to treat guests, so your actions hit the gun Got it.

Sergeant Regina is very aware of such things, but Sergeant Isidore can't do it. He always thinks of doing meritorious deeds and plans to lead people to check the store all day long. For this reason, when patrolling the streets, Isidore The sheriff had several conflicts with the gangster boys who were watching the store. Although it ended peacefully and there was no blood, even so, the two sides still had very unpleasant troubles.

When Sergeant Regina came to patrol the streets, the situation was different. Every time he patrolled the streets, he just patrolled the streets honestly. He only walked around from the street to the end of the street. Corner led his subordinates to sit down and smoke and be lazy. He neither acted like a policeman to others, nor intercepted customers who came here for consumption on the way, and made excuses to extort property at will.

On the street patrol, when the gangsters who were watching the store clashed with other gangsters, he didn't get close, but stood watching from a distance. As long as the gang fights didn't affect the civilians, he wouldn't join in. If it did, he would It's also unlikely to pass... In general, Sheriff Regina is an existential sheriff.

He exists, you can see him on the street, but he doesn't care about anything except catching thieves and robbers, and beating up the wife-beating alcoholic husband by the way. He disappeared, and led someone into the alley next to him.

Sheriff Regina is so knowledgeable that several gangsters entrenched in the commercial street are planning to bribe him with money and develop a police umbrella in the sixteenth district.

The result was beyond the expectations of the gangsters. Sergeant Regina would not accept a penny of the money sent to him, even if someone gave him a stake in underground taverns, guest houses, and casinos, he would not accept it. , even if she took these shares, Sergeant Regina would become a rich man overnight, he was not tempted.

Sheriff Regina follows a rule, I don’t do business, and I don’t charge money, if you want to find an umbrella, you can do whatever you want, just don’t come to me.

As an old policeman, Sergeant Regina has seen too many things. He knows what gangs are giving money and shares, and what they are planning. When he was the sheriff, he could indeed get the money and shares. But once he loses his status as sheriff, he will have to spit out all the money Regina has eaten before.

The [-]th division has only been swept by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The rumors are tight. Those special agents must still be paying attention to this ghost place. Sheriff Regina doesn’t want to take risks, and the new chief hasn’t taken office yet. You’re in a hurry to take bribes, and you’re in a hurry to go to jail. , Now that the director is in office, Sergeant Regina is even more afraid to collect money indiscriminately. The new director has not yet figured out his temper, so he stretches out his hands casually, and the position under this ass is easy to lose.

Therefore, Sergeant Regina's current style of doing things is to do less and make fewer mistakes, and it is not bad to do nothing. As he patrols the streets more often, those gangsters have also understood Sheriff Regina's behavior style and treated him as well. Without fear, generally speaking, even when patrolling the streets in the middle of the night, those janitors would treat Regina as if they hadn't seen it.

However, tonight is different. As soon as Sergeant Regina entered the commercial street, he found that the janitors on the side of the street were all looking at him very nervously. In the waist, there is obviously something wrong, and they will draw their guns and shoot.

Sergeant Regina walked in from the street with people, and before he had gone a third of the prescribed patrol route, he saw that besides the janitor, there were some men in leather jackets and flat caps. He didn't know when he was standing in the shadow of the alley, looking straight at him with sharp eyes, which made Sergeant Regina tense up.

Sergeant Regina knew them. These people were all gangsters who controlled this commercial street. They were the kind who were responsible for fighting and killing. Among them were soldiers who had retired from the U.S. military.

Will something big happen on the commercial street tonight?

Thinking of this, Sergeant Regina reached out and opened the pistol holster on his waist, exposing the handle of the gun.

"Guys, keep your eyes open. It looks like something is going to happen tonight, and you might have to use your guns later." Sergeant Regina pointed at the four police officers following him without looking back. Said.

"Okay, Sheriff."

"Be on alert at all times."

"Kacha..." The last sound was the sound of Chang Wei pulling the lever under the rifle to reload. It was crisp and loud, and especially pleasant, which made Sergeant Regina, who was walking in front, feel a little relieved... Very good, I The police officers behind are still very reliable, and they can get support if something happens.

In fact, after Sergeant Regina entered the commercial street, he only needed to look back, even with just one glance, to know why those janitor boys were staring at him so nervously, and why some gangsters came running quickly The gunman was on guard against him.

After Lao She, Pandaren, Li Gangjing, and Chang Wei followed Sheriff Regina into the commercial street, they put the Winchester 1894 rifles on their backs in their hands, and put their fingers on the trigger. On the circle, the muzzle of the gun is facing the ground, the bayonet is inserted into the muzzle of the gun, and the distance between people is one to two meters, which is in the shape of a character. Anyone who approaches them is watched with eyes.

With your posture, you tell the janitor boy that these policemen are here to patrol the streets?These people are definitely here to find fault. Their actions, ready to go to the battlefield at any time, are more like the army preparing to fight street battles than the police patrolling the streets.

Therefore, the janitors couldn't help being nervous. In just this short distance, dozens of guests have already been scared away by these four murderous police officers. They are not fools. It was obvious that the actions of the police tonight were absolutely explosive. They just wanted to come here for fun, not to eat bullets.

Seeing more and more guests walking, the little leader leading the gunmen had a headache. They dare not ask them to drive the police away. The current New York police are not much worse than gangsters in their work. If they really fight, No gangster in New York City can wrestle with the NYPD.

The thugs had no way to call the shots, they could only quickly report to the gang cadres who could call the shots, and when the gang cadres rushed to the scene, the police team led by Sergeant Regina had already patrolled the street and was about to reach the end of the street. As soon as he left, at least one-fifth of the pleasure-seekers who were wandering on the street at that time ran away.

The gang cadre who discovered this situation had a headache, and he quickly walked towards Sergeant Regina, ready to ask him what he was going to do.

Want a robber, we'll help you find him right away, looking for a murderer?No problem, name and look, we'll help you get him, dead or alive, and if need be, dead bodies can be dragged to the bottom of the Hudson River for you, and we're such a good service, as long as I have a request for you.

That is... Quickly let the four people behind you leave my territory, quickly, just stay for a second!

Just when the gang cadre had thought up his words and was about to communicate with the police with polite but tough words...

"boom……"

Gunshots!

People all over the street suddenly lowered their bodies, whether they were gangsters, policemen, or pleasure-seekers, they all lowered their bodies the next moment the gunshot sounded.

"Gunshots, where's the gunshots!" Sheriff Regina yelled. He hid behind a Ford with a . 38 police gun in both hands and looked around. With the interference of noisy people, he couldn't hear clearly which direction the gunshots came from.

No one can answer Sergeant Regina's question, players are now busy looking around with guns raised, gangsters are running around looking for the mastermind who is destroying their business, and in this chaos, it is more violent The sound of gunshots rang out, just next to it, just to the left of Sheriff Regina, from a ballroom with fancy decorations and a sign called Roman Holiday.

"Gift Crab, Gift Crab!" Sergeant Regina yelled, and crawled under the car with the fastest reaction speed. The second he hid, the thick door of Roman Holiday was opened from the inside, and the two Three janitor boys in uniforms of attendants ran out from inside in a panic. Without the obstruction of the gate, the gunshots from inside suddenly became more violent and clearer.

The crisp explosions from submachine guns, automatic rifles and other automatic firearms continued continuously.

After the attendants, a group of Mexican-looking men in suits ran out from behind, each of them holding weapons in their hands, pistols, shotguns, and lever rifles. Obviously, amidst the continuous gunfire, they were not the main messengers. , but the one who got shot.

After more than a dozen Mexicans left Roman Holiday, they rushed towards a row of cars parked on the side of the road in a panic, as if they wanted to drive away from the scene.

The janitors and gangster gunmen present seemed to know these Mexicans. They watched the latter run towards the car, but did not stop them. On the contrary, after Lao She saw their behavior, he immediately raised Winchester, bang With a single sound, a Mexican who was about to sit in the driver's cab door was knocked down.

"Kill 'em, Sheriff Regina's under the car!"

The other three players who were guarding left and right heard it, and immediately opened fire on the Mexicans. With the help of the crosshairs, the player's marksmanship soared. A round of guns went down, and the Mexicans who ran out of the guest house were shot immediately. Three or four people fell down, and the rest of them hid in a hurry.

The Mexicans who were eager to escape began to fight back. They stood up from the back of the car, held up pistols and shotguns and shot bullets at the police, while the players remained standing in place with few enemies and many enemies, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang After two or three seconds, the Mexicans who were headshot by three people couldn't bear it anymore, and the remaining seven or eight people hurriedly hid behind their cars, refusing to show their faces.

"Reload, cover me..." Lao She yelled, then grabbed a handful of bullets from his pocket with his right hand, and quickly stuffed them into the open magazine. Chang Wei also yelled, and opened the magazine on the side of the rifle in his hand. Enter the bullet port, stuff the bullet inside, Li Gangjing and the pandaren raised their guns to guard.

The bullets of the rifles in the hands of the four were not completely finished, and they all left three or four rounds. Even if the two were reloading, they could stop and continue shooting at any time. The Mexican hiding behind the car knew the characteristics of the Winchester rifle. , and none of them took the lead to fight back.

While the two sides were confronting each other, more people ran out during the Roman holiday, including guests in suits and leather shoes, and another group of dangerous elements who were heavily armed. They were obviously prepared to be surrounded by enemies outside. When they came out, they drove the pleasure-seekers to the front, and they walked behind.

Such a situation made the gangsters who had been guarding the road opposite the ballroom a little overwhelmed. The gangster standing in the front jumped and cursed, but he didn't dare to order the gunmen under his command to ignore the pleasure-seekers and open fire .

No matter how cruel the gangster is, you must know that when the guests are in danger when they consume in your venue, you, as the owner of the venue, do not hesitate to open fire on them. No matter how reasonable your reasons are, the future venue of this gang There is definitely no one to take care of business.

Players are different, they have no scruples at all, even though there are so many pleasure-seekers in front of them, Li Gangjing and the pandaren raised their rifles without hesitation, and after aiming for a while, bang bang bang , shot out the bullets in the magazine one after another, accurately passed through the crowd, and shot at the group hiding behind the pleasure-seekers who were wearing fur coats, gentleman hats on their heads, and scarves hidden around their necks. Undisclosed militants.

Then, there was a tinkling sound, and sparks flew everywhere. Lao She, who had just loaded the last bullet into the magazine, watched a bullet jump upwards with the sound, and fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

"Fuck, the bullet ricocheted, and the bullet didn't penetrate!" The pandaren yelled, and then quickly flew towards the side of the road... The enemy's submachine gun was turning this way, and then amidst the burst of dense gunfire, a burst of bullets exploded. The curtain swept over, chasing the heels of the four players, and didn't stop until the four of them hid in the alley next to them in a panic.

"Ahhhhh..." the pleasure-seekers who were used as shields let go of the gunshots and screamed loudly. They could no longer bear the fear of bullets flying by, and none of them cared about their backs. At this time, the four attackers didn't care about the human shields anymore. After repelling the counterattack of the New York police, they pointed their guns at those who were sneaking open the car door and wanted to escape. Mexicans on the scene.

The gunshots rang out again, and the powerful firepower brought by two MP18 submachine guns and two Browning automatic rifles sifted the five Ford cars parked on the side of the road in just a few seconds, and hid in the The Mexican behind the car screamed and bled all over the ground.

Cars can’t stop bullets, not even those of later generations, and neither can the current Ford cars. Pistol bullets can easily penetrate the door and body of the car. Submachine guns and rifles are naturally more ruthless. It’s easy to shoot the body across the body. Hide behind the car The Mexicans suffered heavy losses immediately, and only a small number of Mexicans hiding behind the wheels and engines survived temporarily.

"Kill them!" The gang cadre lying on the ground seized the opportunity for the four militants to reload, jumped up from the ground, shouted loudly to the left and right, and took the lead in raising the pistol in his hand to fire again and again.

The gangster gunmen also reacted in time. They angrily took out shotguns, shotguns, and pistols and fired violently at the four people. Amidst the sound of gunfire, hundreds of bullets were fired at them in the blink of an eye.

The armed men who wiped out the bullets reloaded while backing up, intending to retreat back into the gate of the Roman Holiday Ballroom, but for some reason, their movements were slower than ordinary people, so that they could not escape the gangsters in time The barrage of molecules, amidst the fragments of the fur coat flying, the four of them forcibly backed away against the bullets, and dodged to hide behind the door of the ballroom.

"Rush in and kill them..." the gangster gunmen shouted, scrambling to rush towards the ballroom, but they just rushed across the road, but the four of them came out from behind the door, their weapons ready to shoot .

"Bang bang bang..."

Good guy, now all the charged gangster gunmen have become targets. In the fire of the attackers' submachine guns and automatic rifles, the swarming gunmen were knocked down like straw in a storm, and rushed The gang cadres at the front were the worst, and the whole person was beaten into a sieve.

Just as the attackers were massacring the gangster gunmen, four gunshots sounded at the same time interrupted their movements. Four rounds of . In the process, the four attackers took a step back in unison in the opposite direction from where the bullets came from.

"Damn, it's not dead..." The pandaren who were half kneeling next to the alley shouted, and the other three standing beside them continued to pull the bottom gun without saying a word, and continued to shoot violently and accurately at the attackers .

Bang bang bang, the player fired several shots one after another, as smooth as splashing water, and the bullets hit the attackers' heads or chests. However, there was no result other than knocking them back one after another. , until the tattered gentleman's hat on one of them was blown away by a bullet, exposing the steel helmet and iron mask underneath, the players and those who were still alive at the scene discovered that the attacker was wearing steel bulletproof armor that could block rifle bullets.

This shocking discovery caused the continuous shooting of the four players to pause for a moment. One of the players who was dizzy from the beating immediately seized the opportunity, took out a round thing from his waist, pulled it out, Then throw it in the direction of the player.

"Be careful with the grenade!" While throwing the grenade, the attacker shouted loudly. Lao She and the other three people suddenly became clever and couldn't care less about continuing to shoot. The four of them rolled back into the alley with skillful pounces and rolls. .

Two seconds later, there was a soft bang, and the round drum called a grenade exploded a large cloud of thick black smoke, blocking half of the street.

The player who didn't hear the explosion, looked back and found that the sky was full of smoke knew that he had been fooled.

"Cover me!" the pandaren yelled, and with his gun and bayonet raised, he launched a bayonet charge into the smoke.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the pandaren shouted, bravely rushed through the smoke, and prepared to continue charging against the hail of bullets and take one away with all their might, but found a car driving several tens of meters away. The Ford car outside and the four assailants hanging on both sides of the door are rapidly moving away, leaving only the bullet casings and the dead and wounded on the ground.

"Damn it, those grandchildren ran away!" the panda man yelled angrily, but was slapped hard on the back of the head by Lao She who came through from behind the smoke.

"Run and run, look for Sergeant Regina first, he can't die, if he dies, our street patrol mission is over!"

"Oh, that's right, look for the sheriff first, look for the sheriff." After saying that, the pandaren and other players who hurried through the smoke quickly ran to the cars that had been beaten into a hornet's nest by the side of the road, and successfully got under one of the cars. Pulled out Sheriff Regina, who was curled up in a ball.

He was fine, and he wasn't shot, but his crotch was wet...

Chapter 15: Chapter 14 Perfunctory

Roman Holiday, this gold-selling cave in Hell’s Kitchen Commercial Street, which can be squeezed into the top [-], is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. There are only blood stains in front of the door, broken car ruins, and corpses all over the ground. , and the cry of the wounded.

More than [-] policemen walked around the scene, not knowing what they were doing... In fact, they really didn't know what they were supposed to do. The current New York police don't have a standard for handling cases. The means of handling and detecting cases have not yet appeared.

"Suck up..." Sergeant Regina, the hero of the attack tonight, the heroic sergeant who led four street patrol officers to repel the attack of unknown armed men, is sitting on the steps of the street with his thighs spread apart, Holding the cup in both hands, he drank the hot coffee in it one mouthful at a time.

Chris stood behind him, looking at his pair of jeans thoughtfully. If Chris's memory is correct, when Sheriff Regina led the players out of the police station tonight, he was still wearing black police trousers. pants, so...

As if sensing the sight from behind, Sergeant Regina, who was drinking coffee, suddenly turned around, and then saw Chief Chris behind him, he quickly drank the warm coffee, and then stood up. Get up, and quickly arrange his clothes in front of Chris.

"Chief."

"Tell me, how many people died?"

"42 people were killed and 37 people were injured. In total, in this attack, the number of victims was 79." When this was mentioned, Sheriff Regina looked terrified, and he almost became One of them, let 42 become 43.

"The purpose of the four attackers was very clear. Most of the dead and injured were gang members. Among them, there were 17 Mexicans. Only 12 were prostitutes and drinkers who came here for pleasure. The rest of the dead and injured were managers. This Roman Holiday, hitmen for an Irish gang called the Dock Brothers."

"My God, 42 people died?" When Chris heard this, the melancholy expression on his face suddenly became more intense.

"Uh, maybe there will be more after tonight." Sergeant Regina hesitated for a moment, and continued to tell the bad news.

"I just went to see the injuries of the wounded who were carried away. The bullets used by the enemy are all military bullets, which are more powerful than civilian bullets. I am afraid that only a small number of those wounded will survive tonight."

"Ah, this is really pitiful." Chris lamented, his face was painful like a constipated patient who couldn't poop.

Sergeant Regina stood on the side without saying a word, but in his heart he didn't feel any pity for those gangsters, Mexicans, and pleasure-seekers. The first two were social scum, and it was just right for them to die It can be regarded as benefiting the society, and the latter... People who can come to this Roman Holiday ballroom for consumption are not considered good people, and truly good people will never come near this ghostly place like Hell's Kitchen.

The newly appointed chief of the Sixteenth District Police Department doesn't look like the New York police.

While Sergeant Regina was thinking this way, Chris continued talking to himself to vent his grievances.

"Damn bastard, why didn't the attack happen before I took office, why didn't the dead garbage die outside my jurisdiction? Damn, I'm only on my third day in office, why is this happening, ah, poor and Unlucky me..."

I take back what I just thought, Chief Chris is a qualified and standard New York police chief.

Sheriff Regina thought to himself.

"Chief, you have been in office for three days, and the police station is understaffed. The big shots above will understand." Sergeant Regina comforted, but Chris didn't accept it. Several reporters outside were holding their tomes and cameras in circles.

"Did you see those reporters?"

"I saw it."

"Then what do you think will be in the headlines tomorrow?"

"..." Sergeant Regina stopped talking. He knew too well what those reporters would write for the sake of newspaper sales.

"How's the situation of our police officers?" Chris suddenly thought of the players. In such a fierce battle, one or two of them didn't die?

"They were not shot, and now they are continuing to patrol the streets." Speaking of this, Sergeant Regina felt that the four new police officers who were able to fight had some problems with their brains. How could they still be in the mood after such things happened? Continue to patrol the streets, and the will is still very firm, and you can't stop it.

As soon as Chris heard it, he knew that this was something that only players could do. After all, the task was the priority. Since the character is not dead and the task has not failed, then continue to do the task.

Regarding the player's behavior, Chris didn't want to say anything. Since the people have walked away, let them patrol the street. Such a big event happened here, and Chris is not in the mood to care about the player now. Someone really bumped into them In his hands, those guys deserved to be unlucky. Thinking of this, Chris put down the player's business, and he crossed Regina and walked towards the scene of the massacre.

The scene was really tragic. The [-]th Division police officers who were in charge of maintaining order were all watching from a distance, walking, but they were reluctant to get close. Only Sergeant Patrick took his three detectives here to have a look, and over there to touch From time to time, he also directed the medical staff and gangsters who came to rescue the wounded to stay away, so as not to disturb their investigation operations.

"What's going on inside?" Chris walked up to Sergeant Patrick and asked straight away. Since the attack was launched from inside the Roman Holiday Ballroom, the scene inside would naturally be more tragic than the outside. Chris has no hobby of self-torture, so naturally he I'm not interested in going in to see what's going on.

"It's much more tragic than the outside. It's almost the same as the place where pigs are slaughtered collectively in a pig farm. There are blood and bullet casings everywhere." Sure enough, the scene described by Sheriff Patrick was more serious than Chris imagined. Hearing this, the latter immediately lost the idea of ​​going in to watch one or two.

"Who are those Mexicans?" Chris raised his finger to two Mexicans who were squatting on the side of the street, shivering, waiting for the police to take them away.

After Chris received the news and rushed to the scene, he had a general understanding of what happened. He knew that the Mexicans were one of the protagonists of the attack, and the Roman Holiday Ballroom and the Pier Brothers were just fish in the pond. , poor but not innocent.

"They're all Mexican dealers who smuggle and sell powder." Patrick said with disdain.

"They're all scumbags with no conscience. I don't need to interrogate them to know what they want to do in this dance hall tonight. It's nothing more than negotiating the price of wholesale fans with the dock brothers gang. It's just that a third party suddenly attacked them. For what, I am a little confused, there is too little information left at the scene."

"What the third party is going to do, you don't care about it, now press these Mexicans back, conduct interrogation, and characterize this case as an internal vendetta of Mexican drug dealers, Mexicans kill Mexicans, let the headquarters release the four escaped Mexican gunmen A wanted warrant." When Chris heard this, he waved his hand and decisively determined the nature of the attacker.

"Sheriff Patrick, go back and find someone to write a few statements, get the three Mexicans who are still alive to sign, and then send them up together with the gun found at the scene. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the Prosecutor’s Office.”

"What if the General Administration doesn't believe it?"

"If you don't believe me, let James send someone to investigate. Anyway, we have no ability to continue to investigate."

Sheriff Patrick shrugged his shoulders indifferently, expressing his obedience and indifference. On the contrary, Sheriff Isidor who stood aside hesitated to put forward his opinion.