the world is at stake

But the gunshots were the signal, and the special police who charged in from other directions stood firm and rushed over with guns to support.Shouts blared over the radio.

"Group C is safe, the master bedroom has been cleaned up."

"Group A is safe and heading towards the corridor."

"Group B, Group B, how are you doing?"

"Damn it, there's gunfire from the direction of the living room. Team D immediately went to support."

The Swat special police team is a team of two. They have read the approximate floor structure diagram in advance, and have a clear division of labor before taking action, so they can cooperate with each other.

When one group was in trouble, the other groups rushed over to support them.

After all, the floor area is so large, as long as you move quickly, the stubborn murderer will be attacked from all sides, and at most hide in a strong room to resist.

Hiding is nothing but dying later.

After discovering that Group B did not respond after breaking in, the nearest Group D immediately killed them.But when they rushed through the door to transfer ownership, they were shocked to find that the passageway of the apartment that should have been clear was actually blocked.

The crystal chandelier that was originally hanging in the living room fell in the previous battle and hit the carpet in the living room.

This thing weighs hundreds of kilograms, but now it has been moved.It is a ring-shaped thing, and the structure is a grid one by one. It seems transparent, but it can be pushed but cannot be pushed, and it cannot be passed.

what happened?

Who could move this bulky thing as a barricade?

This step is bad, and the next step is bad.

Group D, which should rush to the living room quickly, will have trouble getting through for a while, while Group E, which blasted in from the stairs, lost cover without warning.

The two special police officers stepped on the blasted wall fragments and hit a wave of bullets head-on.

The rain of bullets came suddenly, from behind a wall of the wine cabinet that served as a partition.

The thin wooden wall panels failed to block the rifle bullets, and the burst wine bottles seriously interfered with the judgment of the special police.The assailant identified the location entirely by the sound, and the firing was a pouring trigger pull to the end.

Swat, who came in, was wearing heavy body armor, but he couldn't guard his head and face and other vital positions.The leading SWAT officer was instantly hit by several bullets, and his head exploded.

Then his companion was also covered by bullets and was seriously injured.

In just two or three seconds, the crit was over.The raiders stayed behind the wooden wall of the product's wine cabinet to quickly change magazines.

When the follow-up support from the direction of the corridor arrived, only two bloody special police officers were seen.

The SWAT officer in front of him was already dead, but the one covering behind seemed to be still alive.

When the supporting Swat police wanted to drag the wounded out, a shock bomb was thrown over, rolled on the messy floor, and exploded with a bang.

Even if the New York SWAT is also equipped with noise-cancelling headphones and night vision devices to provide strong light protection, momentary blindness and deafness are inevitable.They may even lose control of their bodies due to the close-range blast and faint.

The AR15, which had just finished loading, protruded from the concealed place and rained bullets again.Sudden gunshots resounded throughout the floor, terrifying and frightening.

Chapter 100 Gas Explosion

The successive deaths and injuries made the assault Swat special police slow down their pace of action, and they also realized that their opponents were not ordinary thugs, but stubborn thugs with calm thinking and superb combat skills.

The hotel apartment became quiet, and a needle could be heard.

The surviving special police officers moved slowly, communicated on the radio as quietly as possible, and used infrared night vision devices to scan every suspicious corner, not letting go of any hiding places.

Bedrooms, living rooms, study rooms, bars, entertainment rooms, gymnasiums, balconies, there are only rustling and breathing sounds in the silence.The special police were highly nervous, for fear that they would face death if they were not careful.

More and more police officers entered the floor, and the search became more and more careful.But after searching like a sweep for a few minutes, they didn't find anything.

What about people?

Where did the vicious criminal just now go in the blink of an eye?

The special police officers who entered the floor met each other, wondering why their opponents disappeared without a trace.Until someone sniffed and asked in confusion, "Is there a kitchen in this apartment?"

kitchen?

Of course there are.

The large cooking table and a full set of kitchen utensils and cupboards are an excellent place for top chefs to display their skills.Guo Xiao is an extravagant and dissipated person, a cook is hired in the mansion, and there is never a shortage of daily delicacies.

But it wasn't the kitchen that the special police were wondering about, but they were aware of another danger—gas.

From Zhou Qingfeng entering the apartment to Swat storming, at least a dozen shock bombs and smoke bombs exploded.When the special police rushed in, they could smell the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.

But why is the pungent smell of this ghost place getting stronger and stronger?The windows are all broken, shouldn't it gradually dissipate?

At first everyone was busy searching for criminals, until now, they didn't think of another possibility.

A special police officer rushed into the kitchen and smelled an extremely bad gas smell near the stove.He opened the cabinet under the stove, and he could see that the originally sealed gas pipe had been violently unscrewed.

The gas is whistling outward.

"Gas leak. It's dangerous, retreat!"

The shrill cry brings palpitation-like fear.

The special police were originally scattered all over the place to search, but when they learned the situation on the radio, they immediately turned around and flocked to the fire escape stairs, without delay for a second.

But at this moment, the UPS used to power the server in the monitoring room was changed to boil water for a kettle brought from the kitchen.About 5 minutes or so, the water boiled.The thermal switch disengages automatically.

With a click, a small spark flashed from the mechanical switch.This spark instantly ignites the gas that has been thoroughly mixed with the air.

Flames erupted from under the damaged equipment in the monitoring room.It is like a tumbling orange-red heat wave, spreading rapidly in the surge.

A second ago, the flame was just the size of a basketball.In the blink of an eye, it spread to half of the monitoring room, and after a while it rushed to the living room, expanding rapidly, and its power was also increased by thousands of times.

The air is vibrating, accompanied by rumbling and popping sounds.

The fire ball instantly spread to the entire floor, enveloping the dim room, broken furniture, and fleeing figures.

The temperature inside the floor soared to thousands of degrees, and the blazing flames illuminated the surrounding fields. The air was vented wantonly under high temperature and pressure, blowing a large number of windows and pieces of furniture and flying out of the outer wall of the floor.

It is like a torch illuminating the night sky, shining among the mansions of Manhattan.

With a bang of thunder, the entire floor exploded!

Countless American audiences saw the detonating fire, saw its beauty in illuminating the night sky, and felt its incomparable power.

Exclamation, shouting, sluggishness, it is difficult for the audience to express their emotions.They were still looking forward to a victorious special operation. At this moment, they stared at their respective TV screens in a daze. It took a long time for them to realize that it was an explosion.

The live broadcast reporter was speechless, not knowing what to say to the camera.The major TV stations simply cut off the signal, and the director was urging the host to brew up his feelings and say something of relief or grief.

Like...God bless America.

But everyone knows that those New York Swats who just stormed in, the world-famous Swats, known as crime busters, and the strongest Swats on the surface, those guys are probably finished.

Such a tragic explosion, no one can survive.

Guo Xiao and his assistant were holding wine glasses on the yacht. After a few words of celebration, the feeling of being slightly drunk was replaced by dripping cold sweat.He himself stared at the screen and whispered, "Fuck, how did that bastard do it?"

The assistant also said stupidly: "Is that guy forced to blow himself up?"

"How could he blow himself up?" Guo Xiao turned and shouted angrily: "That guy can't die, he's fighting me. He won't stop until he kills me. Let's sail, this place can't stay anymore. We have to leave."

Where is Zhou Qingfeng at this time?He took advantage of the chance that the special police were dizzy in the shock bombs and bullet rain, and got into the elevator shaft of the building again.But this time he didn't climb down, but up, back to the top of the building.

When he opened the top elevator door, it was the time when the gas was ignited.The air wave of the explosion rushed into the elevator shaft, chasing after it violently.

Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the elevator door, and the air wave also rushed out with a surging momentum.

A police helicopter was parked on the roof, its rotors still spinning.There are also several special police officers in charge of suspension equipment to ensure the safety of their companions.

Zhou Qingfeng shot and killed several people from behind, and under the gale of the rotor wing, the gun was aimed at the pilot who was still on the helicopter.

The pilot wearing a flight helmet could only raise his hands obediently, watching Zhou Qingfeng board the cabin.

"Turn off radio contact with police command center, turn off the air intelligence system that identifies your location. Take off, heading for the Hudson River."

The muzzle of the gun hit the driver's head, and the other party said some nonsense like 'don't shoot', and flew into the night sky with this vicious lunatic.

Zhou Qingfeng is going to find Guo Xiao.He is very sure of one thing now, Guo Xiao is on his yacht, and it is docked at a pier on the Hudson River in New York.

When I pretended to be 'Rogge' and had a video call with Guo Xiao, the sound of a siren came from the speakers.The other party also admitted that he was on the yacht.

During the video, Zhou Qingfeng changed his speech speed or lowered his voice several times. Judging from Guo Xiao's reply speed, the network connection between the two parties is extremely smooth.

This shows that the video is not using satellite communications, but ground wireless base stations.The bandwidth of the former is not enough, and the video chat freezes from time to time.It also shows that Guo Xiao is no longer overseas, but in New York.

Only in the city can there be such a good network.

Guo Xiao was somewhere not far from Zhou Qingfeng.

"Sir, where are you going?" The helicopter pilot asked anxiously for his own life, "I can help you get rid of the police's pursuit. You don't need to be too nervous."

Looking down at the brightly lit Manhattan from the engine room, Zhou Qingfeng whispered, "I'm looking for a yacht, it's about four to five hundred tons, with two and a half decks, and it's worth tens of millions of euros.

It's supposed to be docked somewhere on the Hudson River near Manhattan.Find it for me, and you can leave safely. "

The helicopter was driven by a black man. He looked back at Zhou Qingfeng who was wearing a black mask, and asked, "Does this yacht have a registered name?"

It's no secret that Guo Xiao owns a yacht.Zhou Qingfeng has the information left by Feng Ke, and even his tax declaration records, which can be easily found.

"Called 'lady may.'"

The black driver turned on the police terminal at hand, logged into the database of the New York Water Police Force in charge of waterway management, entered the name of the yacht, and quickly found the GPS data sent by the yacht for navigation safety.

On the helicopter's control screen, a digital map even shows the yacht's current position and heading.

"Nice job." Zhou Qingfeng admired, and he made another proposal to the driver: "You have been held hostage by me now, and you have no freedom of movement. Would you like to take this opportunity to make some extra money?"

"What do you mean?" the black driver asked back.

"Cooperate with me, fifty thousand dollars."

"It's illegal and it's hard for me to explain."

"As I said, you were held hostage and forced to cooperate. One hundred thousand dollars."

"Sir, of course I am willing to cooperate. After all, I am in a bad situation. But..."

"15, it's fine if you don't agree."

The black driver breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, turned his head and asked, "Where can you get me $15 now? I only want cash, and I don't accept transfers."

Chapter 101 Dead time has come

cash?

Zhou Qingfeng tried to use the barrel of a gun to persuade the black driver to accept the bank transfer of "labor remuneration", otherwise he might have 15 US dollars in cash with him?

"What's your name?"

"Will."

"OK, Will, it's not a bad thing for you to know me. Maybe it's a chance to make a fortune. Do you have an overseas account?"

"You look like I have an overseas account?" Will, the black man, complained that he had his own rap, and his tone was funny, "You can't directly send money to my account, it will send me to jail."

"Then, is it feasible for me to transfer money to your wife or parents, brothers and friends?"

"I'm divorced, ex-wife is a whore. I don't have a father, my mother is a promiscuous drug whore. My brothers are drug dealers and I have no trusted friends. So all I need is cash."

"Fuck, marriage failure, family failure, social failure, Will, are you doing worse?" Zhou Qingfeng shook his head repeatedly.

But Will said furiously: "I got rid of my original family and have a legitimate job. I don't drink or take drugs, I live a self-disciplined life, my children go to school, and I have some savings in my bank card. You can't find a better nigga than me."

Oh...seems to make sense!

"Too bad, Will, we're having trouble working together. I can't give you cash, but I'd love to pay for your services.

But we are staying on a high-speed helicopter, you are in charge of posture, I am in charge of hijacking, and we don't even have the most basic mutual trust for cooperation. "

Zhou Qingfeng expressed his distress.

Will was more flexible than expected, "I can accept credit."

"What?"

"I have two kids to support, and I have a mortgage and a car loan. But the military retirement package and the police job are not enough. I have to find some other income.

I am not a hero of justice, so I am willing to help you first in exchange for possible future cooperation.A police insider who can fly a helicopter is valuable as long as you don't kill me. "

This makes more sense.

The helicopter was flying over the Hudson River at low altitude, and the black pilot looked back from time to time, anxiously waiting for Zhou Qingfeng's answer.He was sure he wouldn't die during the flight, but after that?

Zhou Qingfeng was taken aback by Will's answer, and had to pat him on the shoulder and said, "You are indeed the best nigger I've ever seen, and you are reasonable."

Will was furious again, "I can call myself a nigger, because I am a nigger, but you can't say that. It's racism."

"Okay, those minutiae will come later. Now I'm going to tell you something, I'm tracking a yacht worth 5000 million euros, and I'm going to kill the bastards on it.