"Don’t say it must be a Stark weapon!" Adam directly said, "These people have a special liking for Stark industrial weapons!"
"chug chug-"
"Chug Chug …"
“&%……*（@@”
Two special police officers armed with explosion-proof shields firmly guarded the people behind them in the first row.
Braving the bullets from the 32 nd hole, we are constantly rushing towards the target position!
Listen to the cry of unknown birds in March 2, Mark turned his eyes to Debbie, who has studied Arabic specially behind him, and said, "What does it say?"
The latter frowned and replied, "Greeting mother is not a good word anyway …"
Mark shook his head and shouted directly inside, "Tula, we are FBI. You are surrounded. Give up your weapons and surrender immediately!"
"Falk ……" is accompanied by four letters, and then it is even more intense!
Mark directly looked down at Adam in front of his head and pointed to the fourth floor stairs.
Then followed by three people behind the strokes.
Secret service cover climbed the fourth floor stairs!
After walking to the fourth floor, Mark looked around and made a careful gesture towards the players behind him.
"Bang-"
After hitting Fannie and Freddie, Mark directly smashed the external glass with the butt of his assault rifle.
Clean up the broken glass of the frame, and then Mark looks at it!
Blink your eyes wide open!
The figure flashed towards the back.
One second!
"chug chug-"
"Mad!"
Just sit on the floor and Mark touched his forehead.
The heart is beating violently!
Emperor was just so short of jet lag that he almost met the girl!
Jack and Debbie behind them quickly lifted Mark from the floor!
"Damn it …" Mark calmly grabbed the walkie-talkie and said to Adam on the third floor, "Blast down that door and play grenade tear gas … throw it in for me."
His grandmother’s leg was just about to be shot in the head.
I thought I’d take him alive. That’s brain pumping!
Anyway, it’s a terrorist score. For terrorist scores, the FBI has always maintained the style of killing on the spot.
At this moment, I heard the sound coming from Adam’s walkie-talkie. A guy with a strong Arabic accent in Room 32 said, "We have hostages …"
"Mark …" Hiding behind the bulletproof shield, Adam suddenly looked as uncomfortable as eating shit!
Not afraid of terror, tough firepower, big deal, life and death, just talk about it!
I’m afraid that there will be hostages in the terrorist breakup, which is the most common situation for law enforcement agencies to eat melons!
It’s not possible to storm in case the hostages are killed or injured. Those journalists who are afraid of chaos are going to party again.
"Ma De-"Mark felt even more unlucky when he heard the words coming from the intercom!
If he had just left school, he would have done it a long time ago.
But since a hostage rescue failed three years ago, Mark was almost suspended from investigation!
If it weren’t for the brotherhood, the tiger’s demotion would be light, where would it continue to rise …
"Eldest brother …"
Jack, with a pike beside him, looked at Mark with a gloomy face and said, "Call the hostage negotiation team!"
Mark glared at Jack directly and said rudely, "Why do you want those losers to come here? In the end, they just want to storm."
Jack was speechless. "This is … the process!"
The process of not leaving the hostage negotiation team led to casualties of hostages, which was a major accident!
But after going through such a process …
The hostage is still dead, which is a controllable risk …
This rule
It hurts!
Chapter 15 Hostage Negotiating Group
"Justin …"
"Mark …"
After walking out of the apartment half an hour later, Mark looked at the man coming from a black field car in 1994 and nodded his head in a formulaic way.
Justin Billen!
The FBI hostage negotiator looks like a Hollywood gigolo
But the professional level is first-class. It once took three days and three nights to force a bank hostage robber to surrender his weapon …
Although the professional level is first-class, Mark still doesn’t like Justin.
No, no!
The main reason is Justin’s resolute refusal to make violence even in the face of the most dangerous criminals.
Glancing at the smiling blonde Justin Mark grabbed his coffee and said simply, "Go through the process quickly so that I can storm!" "
Then he ordered a junior police officer next to the guard position, "Who will bring me a chair?"