Hardcore crisis

No, reinforcements from the FBI are coming.

As the headquarters building of the FBI in New York, it not only has strict security inspections, but also has a large number of security personnel and special police. In only four or five minutes, after killing and injuring more than ten agents, the SWAT-Special Weapons and The Tactics Teams special armed tactical troops, wearing body armor, holding assault rifles and riot shields, are advancing here step by step. Even if they fire back outside, it is difficult to pose any threat to these SWAT troops with the power of their pistols.

"……what to do?"

Boyce leaned against the wall and fired several shots, but they were all blocked by the explosion-proof shield, making no achievements.

"Huhu."

At such a critical moment, Eddie actually had the time to look at the screen of his mobile phone, as if he was not anxious about the SWAT tactical team that was about to come in from outside.

"...Okay, OK!"

A line of words suddenly appeared on the screen of the mobile phone. Eddie's eyes lit up and he threw the Glock 22 out the door without hesitation.

are you crazy?

Boyce stared at Eddie in shock, in disbelief as to why he threw the pistol away. Was he planning to catch him without mercy?

However, a scene that even more horrified him happened. The thrown pistol not only did not hit the ground, but instead spun around and then suddenly flew towards the passage on the right.

Next, "Pah, pah, pah..." Continuous gunshots came from the right side of the passage, accompanied by shocking screams and the chaos of the roar of assault rifles. After a while, the outside suddenly became quiet.

How is this going?

Boyce couldn't understand that at this moment, he saw Eddie walking out easily. They don't seem to be worried at all about the SWAT tactical team outside.

However, it was still quiet outside, and no gunshots were fired. Eddie stood outside the door and said: "Come out quickly, let's leave quickly."

Boyce was stunned for a moment, feeling an extremely strange feeling in his heart. When he carefully poked his head out, he was horrified to find that the SWAT tactical team that had been gradually advancing just now was now lying on the ground, with blood splattered all around the corridor.

If this is just scary, then there are assault rifles, tear gas, and riot shields suspended from the ground, floating strangely in the air. This was not horrifying but completely incomprehensible to Beuys.

"you……"

Boyce took a deep breath and looked at Eddie with surprise and suspicion: "Who are you?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this...just leave now."

Eddie didn't feel anything wrong with the guns suspended in the air, and walked in front as usual.

It's like there are countless invisible hands controlling everything. The tear gas was suddenly thrown into the corridor behind them. After the two people left, the white mist that exploded suddenly enveloped the entire corridor, and reinforcements came from behind. There are bound to be some obstacles.

"Bang bang bang!"

There is no need to shoot yourself, there are more than a dozen assault rifles floating in the air. Continuously shoot at FBI police officers coming from any direction, even the rest of the SWAT personnel, who were shot to death as soon as they appeared. Walking all the way to the elevator, Boyce didn't have a chance to shoot.

"The elevator is locked. Take the emergency stairs?"

Boyce looked down at the elevator and said to Eddie.

"No, the emergency stairs must be full of FBI people at this time, so we'll take the elevator."

Eddie looked away from the phone screen and said decisively.

"But the elevator..."

"Crack!"

The metal door of the elevator, which was originally tightly locked, was torn apart by invisible forces and slowly slid to both sides, revealing the empty elevator shaft inside.

"Are you kidding? Come here?"

This is the sixth floor, should we just jump down?

"Take off your clothes."

Eddie took off his suit, wrapped it in his hands, and then smiled: "You have no choice now."

Without giving Boyce a chance to speak, Eddie suddenly jumped in, his hands wrapped in suits just grabbed the traction wire rope in the elevator shaft, and shrank back.

Boyce's pupils shrank, and when he looked down at the shaft in stunned silence, he found that Eddie had slipped five or six meters.

This guy is definitely a lunatic. He actually dared to grab the traction wire rope and slide down directly!

But Boyce had to admit that the chance of escaping using this method was at least much greater than being shot to death.

With his teeth gritted, Boyce had no choice but to follow suit. He took off his coat and wrapped it in his hands. He jumped up and grabbed the traction wire rope and slid down slowly.

Just as the two of them began to slide down, the metal car door above them was forced to tighten again. With a harsh "squeaking" sound, they were pulled back to their original position. However, after two pulls back and forth, the car door was deformed and twisted.

In any case, the elevator door was blocked. As long as the FBI did not discover that the two entered the elevator shaft, the two of them were safe for the time being while the elevator was locked.

For ordinary people to rely on the traction wire rope to slide down to the bottom of the elevator, it is undoubtedly a bit wishful thinking. If you are a little slack, that is the end of falling to death. Fortunately, both of them were very experienced people who had taken NZT. After getting familiar with the feeling, they started to become more proficient in their movements, and soon they fell to the bottom of the shaft.

Open the elevator door again, and you will find the FBI underground parking lot. The FBI certainly didn't expect that the two of them could avoid the search on the sixth floor and arrive in the underground parking lot without anyone noticing.

"NO, don't look for that car. That thing can't be fixed by traditional methods."

Watching Boyce walking towards a limousine, probably the car of an FBI executive, Eddie shook his head to stop him, walked to the other side, and picked an ordinary car.

Compared with the electronic anti-theft and more advanced technology of luxury cars, this cheap and outdated car is easier to steal. Eddie took care of this car with almost no effort.

Eddie drove, Boyce in the passenger seat, and drove slowly down the driveway.

The FBI is very powerful, but there has never been such an incident in history. The suspect escaped from his local headquarters and killed more than 20 people, which completely confused the FBI. So many people had no time to react after the emergency plan that had never been activated was activated.

After Lu Yuan successfully killed the SWAT tactical team, more support forces were still rushing up from the second floor. The seventh floor and above were sealed off, and a large number of agents and detectives began to search the sixth floor.

The FBI never expected that Lu Yuan, a cheating and disruptive force, would open the locked elevator door and use the traction wire rope to bring Eddie and Boyce to the underground parking lot.

At this moment, the exit of the underground parking lot had not been blocked. After Lu Yuan quietly killed the security personnel waiting for the exit of the parking lot, it was not until five minutes passed that someone noticed something was wrong from the surveillance and immediately reported it to the senior management.

However, after wasting five minutes, Eddie drove his car into countless traffic and left the FBI headquarters.

Since successfully escaping from the FBI New York headquarters, Eddie and Boyce fell into a strange atmosphere of silence. They walked around east and west, crossed the bridge and drove straight into the suburbs of Newark, looking for a remote place. , Eddie slowly stopped the car.

"I know what you want to say..."

Boyce sighed, quickly took out his gun, unloaded the magazine, and threw the gun into the back seat of the car. He is a smart man. After seeing Eddie's incredible and incomprehensible power, easily killing so many armed men, Boyce understood that the gun in his hand was probably meaningless to this man.

That being the case, what's the difference between holding a gun and not holding a gun?

Seeing Boyce's sensible approach, Eddie was not surprised. No matter who saw the incredible and strange power, they all understood that it was not something that human beings could contend with. If that person didn't need to use him and protect his safety, Eddie believed that he could do more with that person's power.

"You should understand what I want to know."

Eddie turned his head and stared at Boyce: "Cooperating with me is your best choice now."

"I was very curious about who you are?"

Without answering Eddie's question directly, Boyce smiled: "But I have a guess, you are an NZT user!" (To be continued ~^~)