Marvel: All those years I lived with the Lord

"Damn it, Mike, you're committing a crime. For God's sake, you can't do this!"

The command car was gone, and the branch chief yelled angrily into the phone, and even begged in the end, but this did not stop the 22nd branch chief from making up his mind. In the end, the only thing left for the branch chief was the "buzzing" of the phone. "Voice.

"Snapped!"

Not to mention how sweet the sub-director was after smashing the phone, but the imminent crisis has not been resolved, but is constantly approaching them.

Just now, the interception force composed of several bureaus, including the 22nd bureau, declared that the interception operation failed due to heavy casualties and withdrew from the position.

For the branch chief who is stationed on Fifth Avenue, this not only means that the monster is about to enter Fifth Avenue, but also means that all the subsequent pressure will be borne by him.

"What a waste of taxpayers' money."

After the branch chief cursed these words, he didn't notice the strange looks from the other police officers in the command car.

But even if he noticed it, the branch director had no intention to care about it now, because he knew that he was in a dangerous situation. If he had not intercepted or even eliminated the monster, causing serious damage to Fifth Avenue, even if The state government understood his difficulties and would not blame him.

However, those large corporate systems that have suffered financial losses and loss of life will not let him go easily. It is likely that because of their pressure, he will be forced to resign and return to his hometown in Texas.

It's a pity that the branch director really doesn't want to leave the bustling New York and go back to his hometown to grow corn. How many years of struggle has brought him, a poor boy from Texas, to where he is today.

No one can take away everything that belongs to him. At this moment, the branch director's eyes once again showed that light called persistence and hard work, just like himself at the beginning.

So with the support of this belief, the branch chief issued an order to all police officers to stand ready. After hearing the chief's order, the police officers below were surprised. Why did they "stay at home"? The director has such passion.

But as soon as the director finished speaking on the communication channel, he immediately turned to look at a rather capable middle-aged man standing aside and said:

"Hey, Mark, what should I do next? Don't shirk. You should know that if I don't succeed, no one can escape."

The branch chief emphasized the last sentence.

The middle-aged man snorted rudely, but the helplessness in his eyes was obvious.

Mark only came back from the battlefield in Iraq in March this year. He retired due to injury and was transferred to the branch director's command as the leader of the special operations team. Originally, this position was not available, but a senior military officer appreciated Mark's performance under his leadership. The active performance on the battlefield directly greeted him and parachuted here.

Mark, who was born in the military and had just returned from the battlefield, couldn't stand the behavior of his immediate boss, the director.Likewise, the branch director didn't like Mark. He was naturally unpopular with local snakes. Moreover, the branch director originally hoped to put his favorite candidate in that position, but with Mark's move, everything was ruined. .

Both of them disliked each other, but what Mark didn't expect was that this fat man who was worthless in his eyes would have such strong control over the entire branch. It had been nine months since he joined the branch. Under the constraints of the branch director, he Almost nothing was accomplished, and every day he had to watch this greasy, fat face turning around in front of him, only to make him angry.

Sometimes Mark really wanted to give that big face a few good blows, but he knew that once he did, he would really be finished, and no one would be here to help him.

“This damn bureaucracy!”

So when this emergency incident occurred, Mark was very happy at first, because if he didn't handle it well, his boss might really have to say goodbye. However, as the troublesome degree of the incident became apparent, the impact became more and more serious. Big, Mark knew that if the monster really rushed into Fifth Avenue, not only the branch chief, but also the entire branch leadership would have to get involved. This was no longer a result that one person could bear.

That's why Mark felt both funny and helpless.

"Director, all we can do now is delay and wait for rescue!"

Mark's words instantly dashed the branch director's hopeful thoughts, and his face was filled with disappointment.

"Is that the only way?"

The branch chief didn't just want to get this result, but he believed in Mark's vision. Today's events have developed beyond the scope of the New York Police Department's responsibilities. Today's Manhattan is more like a battlefield. No, this is no less than a war. There was a war, and at this time Mark was the only person the branch director could trust.

"Yes, Director, this is the only way now."

Mark pointed to the messy place on the communication screen where the Holy Lord passed by. There were wrecks everywhere, the wreckage of a helicopter was still burning, and the "NYPD" logo on the tail fin was so clear. And dazzling.

"The previous branches that conducted the interception operation had both personnel and firepower. They had what we had, and they had what we didn't, but the result still didn't change."

Of course the branch chief understands what Mark means. Their current police force is not even as good as before. The weapons in their hands are still SIGP226DAO and Glock 19. At most, they are mixed with some carbines and assault rifles. This kind of firepower can deal with the average robbers in New York, well... ...are already a little behind. There is nothing we can do. A few days ago, the Drug Enforcement Bureau was hit with heavy firepower by some drug dealers and suffered heavy losses. The weapons of this group of gods are even better than those of the police. It is really unreasonable.

Thinking of this, even the branch director couldn't help but sneer at those congressmen who only say "NO, NO, NO" in budget applications.

But it's too late to say anything now. They have to eat the bitter fruits they have sown.

"And just before, the third batch of ESU sent to combat lost contact, so..."

Mark didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was already obvious, and the branch director's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Then we are not..."

The branch director wanted to say that we are not finished, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mark. The battlefield veteran said seriously:

"That's why we delay, no matter what the cost, until the National Guard arrives."

"But what are they for?"

The branch chief did not expect this group of militiamen. Although they had a good name, their strength made the branch chief, who came from the orthodox army, really look down on these laymen.

"But after all, they have powerful firepower and equipment that we don't have, and more importantly..."

Speaking of this, Mark suddenly lowered his voice so that only the branch director could hear it.

"...More importantly, under current New York State law, once they feel that, the authority of command will automatically transfer from your hands to those who should bear this responsibility."

At this moment, Mark's voice was like a devil's whisper, but the director's eyes instantly lit up...