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Chapter 1174 Self-destructing Robot

It was already past 12 o'clock and the police helicopters patrolling in the sky had been replaced by a new group, but the confrontation between the two sides still showed no signs of ending.

But to be honest, Texans are much better than Californians in terms of enforcement. The DPD quickly issued a temporary flight ban through the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration), allowing only police aircraft to fly within the city.

Therefore, the embarrassing situation like in Los Angeles where there are more helicopters of major news stations than police helicopters did not occur, and all interview vehicles were stopped two miles away.

Aubrey leaned against the command vehicle with a gun in his arms, looking toward the second floor of the library, whose exterior walls were illuminated by countless searchlights and looked white. He couldn't help but yawning.

"If you really have nothing to do, please drive our car over here, and we can go have a midnight snack together when things are over."

Jack disliked this guy standing there and being an eyesore. The DPD officers around him were all extremely nervous, but he was the only one who was completely relaxed.

"I just heard that the bomb disposal team is removing a suspicious package from the underground parking lot. If it is confirmed to be a fake bomb, does that mean the SWAT team can be sent in?"

Aubrey had been through a lot with Jack. Although he could remain calm in the face of bullets and gunfire, at least it was difficult for him to get nervous in this situation.

"Even if it was a fake bomb, it doesn't mean that Micah Johnson didn't have other explosives on hand. He came prepared."

However, when Jack heard him mention the bomb disposal team, he also became interested. He seemed to have seen a bomb disposal robot just now. This time he didn't have to experience the adventure himself, so it would be nice to be a spectator.

Sometimes men's hobbies are quite simple. Putting an excavator there to dig earth can attract a group of idle people to watch. Watching the bucket repeating the monotonous operation and digging up the sand and soil shovel by shovel, the pressure of life seems to be lightened a lot.

The bomb disposal robot used by the DPD bomb disposal team looks very much like a super-small excavator, except that the cockpit is replaced by a pole with a camera, and the excavation arm is replaced by a universal manipulator.

Well, at least the tracks look pretty similar.

"This is our latest model of bomb disposal remotely operated vehicle - the 'Remotec Model F-5'. We just installed a water bomb on it."

After the two FBI agents revealed their identities, a bomb disposal expert who was obviously transferred from the military took the initiative to introduce himself.

"The detector did not find any suspected explosive components on the package, but to be on the safe side, we decided to use air compression to destroy it."

"Won't this detonate the bomb?" Aubrey asked curiously.

"The chances are slim. The high-speed airflow will instantly destroy the internal wiring and detonator, rendering it ineffective. We are now basically certain that this is a fake bomb. Perhaps some idiot student forgot his schoolbag here."

This middle-aged man in his forties, with extremely hard facial lines and a strong military temperament, is a guy with a cold face but a warm heart. He seems to be serious, but once he starts talking, he will talk nonstop.

He kept a poker face and explained while his hands did not stop, carefully using the remote control to operate the robot to approach the suspicious backpack.

"3, 2, 1" With a muffled sound, the backpack placed next to a pillar was instantly pierced by the compressed airflow. For a moment, paper scraps flew all over the sky and dust filled the face.

The bomb disposal expert's judgment was correct. The suspected bomb was most likely just a backpack left behind by a student. However, it was over in an instant. It seemed not as interesting as the excavator digging the soil, which Jack could watch for an entire afternoon.

He was about to say goodbye to the bomb disposal expert, but saw Aubrey holding his chin and looking at the bomb disposal robot thoughtfully, "What do you think? If the current standoff is caused by the concern that the other party may have explosives that may cause additional casualties, then is there a possibility?"

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"Using a remote-controlled robot to approach Micah Johnson? And then what? I don't remember the bomb squad's EOD robots being equipped with weapons."

Chief David Brown was annoyed and his tone seemed a little stiff. Now that the two sides have been in a stalemate for several hours, the DPD does not have to worry about the media questioning whether the police would maliciously kill the suspect.

But if we delay any further, there might be some voices on today's morning news secretly mocking the DPD for being incompetent and wasting taxpayers' money.

"But it's not difficult to make a temporary modification. Sergeant Lake said that he can use the materials at hand to make a simple device that can release stun bombs. It will only take about an hour."

Aubrey smiled and raised a finger. The Sergeant Rick he mentioned was the serious-looking bomb disposal expert standing behind them.

"One hour? That's too long. Besides, stun grenades can't guarantee that the suspect will be incapacitated. I don't want the suspect to detonate the bomb on his body when my officers rush over."

Chief David Brown frowned and thought for a moment, then beckoned the bomb disposal expert to come forward. "In 20 minutes, can you install a pound of remote-controlled C1 on your little toy?"

"Ah?" Even though the bomb disposal expert is usually calm, he was stunned when he heard this, but then he reacted, "Of course, sir, it can be done in 15 minutes."

Jack and Aubrey looked at each other in astonishment. Go straight to C4? Is this DPD chief so fierce?

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In the quiet corridor, Micah Johnson's heavy breathing could still be clearly heard even across the nearly ten-meter-long corridor.

The police negotiator had already given up after shouting his voice hoarse, and the police cars downstairs had turned off their sirens, but the searchlights shining through the windows into the corridor were still dazzling, with occasional flashes of red and blue police lights.

Micah Johnson knew he was about to die. There was a bullet wound in his left arm. Although he loosened the tourniquet every 20 minutes, the numbness in his fingers was becoming more and more obvious.

He knew that there was a bullet in his back that had penetrated the ceramic plate and was stuck in his ribs. Although the bleeding stopped quickly, every breath he took brought a sharp pain that went straight to his toes.

If I had known this earlier, I would have directly purchased bulletproof plates made in Serbia. In Afghanistan, many of my comrades used those cheap "copycats" and I never heard of any problems.

The excitement brought to him by the white powder prepared in advance was gradually fading, and sleepiness began to gradually invade Micah Johnson's brain.

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He just sucked up the last bit, but the effect was very poor. That damn drug dealer must have cheated him. If he could escape, he would definitely put a bullet into that bastard's head as soon as he returned.

Maybe he should try to pretend to be dead now and lure those damn cops in. He still has a lot of bullets, and it would be a profit even if he killed one more.

Just as Micah Johnson's drowsy brain began to uncontrollably start to think wildly, a strange mechanical sound came into his ears.

The creaking sound echoed in the quiet corridor, like tracks rolling over the ground, giving people an inexplicable creepy feeling.

This sound reminded Micah Johnson of an old movie called "Short Circuit" that he watched in his childhood. There was a robot in the movie that made this strange sound.

Curiosity made him unable to help but quickly look in the direction where the sound came from. The moment he saw clearly what was coming, he couldn't even believe his eyes.

Could it really be the robot called "Thunderbolt 5"? But when I was a kid, I clearly liked "E.T. the Extraterrestrial"?

As he was daydreaming, Micah Johnson couldn't help but change his position and quickly look into the corridor again.

He was not mistaken, it was indeed a robot, with a large tracked chassis equipped with a mechanical arm, and a white object clamped in the mechanical arm.

"Damn cops, what do you bastards want to do?" Micah Johnson pulled the trigger repeatedly at the strange thing, and the bullets scraped sparks on the metal fenders and tracks.

But the robot still continued to move forward, very slowly, but seemingly unstoppable, 8 meters, 5 meters, 3 meters, it was already within sight.

"Go to hell!" Micah Johnson roared, but before he could take any further action, a white light flashed and a huge explosion shattered the glass in the entire corridor and blew off all the ceilings.