Rise of the Wasteland

Chapter 48 Confrontation

At five thirty-eight, Deputy Director Wood, who had received an emergency promotion, arrived at the General Grant National Memorial. As soon as he got off the helicopter, he asked the police officer at the scene: "Is the suspect holding a hostage?"

"Probably not," said the on-site commanding police officer.

"Then why are you hesitating? Let the people from the emergency service team fire tear gas canisters inside. I don't believe he can die inside and not come out." The Deputy Director finally seized the opportunity to express himself. In order to end the case perfectly, Even brought in journalists from the media.

"Yes, sir." The commanding officer on the scene immediately went to execute the order.

The deputy director of Wood, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, stood in the distance, allowing the media cameraman beside him to film his stalwart figure commanding Ruoding.

Zhou Qingfeng only waited for about three minutes in the memorial hall, and the imaginary tear gas was thrown in. And it's not even one or two. The police were afraid that the amount would not be enough, so they threw in seven or eight.

Looking at the smoky projectile, Zhou Qingfeng could only helplessly put on his gas mask. He killed and looted two ESU SWAT members before, with a full set of police equipment.

After wearing a gas mask, the line of sight was severely obstructed, and the smoke from the tear gas made it even more difficult to see objects several meters away. Zhou Qingfeng could only prick up his ears and pay attention to the movement outside.

After waiting quietly for about three minutes, neither party responded.

Deputy Director Wood, who was squatting outside, watched a lot of white smoke wafting from the entrance of the memorial hall. Although he was standing far away, a gust of wind blew over him. Instead of wearing a gas mask, he was coughed loudly by the weak gas, and the image of the stalwart was slightly damaged. . He asked, "What's the matter? Why didn't the criminal come out?"

The commanding officer said hesitantly, "Maybe he was choked in it."

It makes sense. Deputy Director Wood can't stand it after only smelling it a little bit, and the suspects in the memorial hall will definitely be killed by smoke. With a wave of his hand, he said as if the overall situation was settled, "Then rush in and bring the suspect out."

In the memorial hall, Zhou Qingfeng has quietly moved to the entrance of the hall, and the firearm in his hand has been replaced by a semi-automatic Bernelli M4 Super 90. After waiting for a while, I heard the sound of small footsteps coming from the door, the sound was light but steady.

The smoke of the tear gas in the memorial hall has not yet dissipated, and the whiteness can't be seen clearly. Zhou Qingfeng stood near the door like a pillar, quietly watching the four armed SWAT officers walk in from outside.

The four armed SWAT officers formed an oblique line, and Xiaobu quickly circled the dome hall. As a result, they found nothing.

"Will it be in the pit of the mausoleum?" a special police officer suggested.

So the four SWAT officers walked to the stone fence of the pit and pointed their guns at the coffins of the Grant couple in the pit. But still not!

What about people? The four SWAT officers were confused and died in the vast white smoke. What happened to those who didn't see people in this life and didn't see corpses in death?

At this time, the commanding officer outside asked on the radio, "How is the situation inside? Have you found the suspect?"

"Report, sir, I didn't find it!" The leading special police officer replied, but he immediately asked his companions: "Wait..., how many people do we come in?"

"Four," said the companion.

"One, two, three, four." The leading special policeman counted the heads of his side, and said again in confusion, "Why did I just hear the footsteps of five people?"

Five people? !

This time, the four SWAT officers all came to their senses and immediately wanted to turn around. It's just that Zhou Qingfeng, who had been following behind them, opened fire first.

Bang..., the lead of the 12-gauge shotgun shot out from the muzzle, and the semi-automatic bolt was loaded again. Zhou Qingfeng pulled the trigger six times in a row and emptied all the six rounds of ammunition in the cartridge tube at the fastest speed.

In order to cope with the situation where the target could not be seen clearly in the smoke, Zhou Qingfeng specially picked a dozen shotguns.

After six shots, all four New York SWAT officers he attacked from behind were down.

The bulletproof vest couldn't protect the back of the neck either. Zhou Qingfeng, who was in a state of extreme alertness, grabbed the trigger four times in a row in one second. Now his reinforced body can bear the heavy load of multiple bursts.

The gunshots sounded, and the call of the commanding police officer outside came from the radio, asking what happened in the memorial hall? Just never got a reply.

The inside and outside of the memorial hall were quiet again, but the policemen who were blocking the door could hear their breathing one by one, and the hand holding the gun began to sweat.

The guy in there is totally fine!

The commanding police officer immediately gritted his teeth and ordered: "Bring the mobile heavy riot shield over, push the shield to attack inside. Also, order the people from the emergency service team to climb on the dome of the memorial hall and prepare to break the window to go in. Attack. Gotta kill that bastard."

In two or three minutes, five or six special police officers climbed up the upper floor of the memorial hall and walked slowly to the glass skylight with guns in hand. These glass windows are beautifully decorated with religious ornaments, and they are ready to break the precious glass and break in.

Two heavy bulletproof shields with rollers were carried by the police and slowly pushed to the door of the memorial hall. However, just as the commanding officer was about to launch an attack, Deputy Chief Wood received news that his men had captured another fugitive suspect, Lena Fox.

"Bring her here," said the Deputy Director.

Soon, Miss Fox with an ugly face was pushed outside the memorial hall. Wood put a loudspeaker in her hand and said with a cold face: "I don't want the police officers under my command to lose any more. Go and call out your companions. This can also alleviate your sins."

Lena Fox tried to drive away, but was caught by police officers who were searching the nearby area. Now she was pushed by two policemen to the gate of the memorial hall and shouted with a stern face and a loudspeaker: "Victor, are you okay?"

Is this going into chat mode?

Zhou Qingfeng was very happy about this. As he collected weapons from the dead SWAT police, he shouted, "I'm okay. How are you? Arrested?"

"Yes, without your protection, I will be arrested soon." Lena Fox said this pitifully, "The police hope that you will surrender, and you will receive a fair trial, . . . "

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the time, it was already 5:54, and the cataclysm would begin in the last moment. Just hold on, and the chat will get through. And he will not surrender at this time. Trapped in the iron cage of a police car, watching the police disappear, and then waiting to starve to death?

"It's good, I'm willing to surrender, but I want to have a free dinner at the end. I want to eat food prepared by the most famous chef in the most famous restaurant in New York. As long as you agree to my terms, I will surrender." Zhou Qingfeng calculated, Just wait for time to pass.

But at this moment, a special police officer in the dome hall suddenly reported to the commanding officer: "Sir, I saw that kid, and I am 100% sure to kill him."

"Are you sure?" The commanding officer had already lost four of his subordinates, and he already hated Zhou Qingfeng to the core.

"I'm sure." Across the stained glass window, the special police on the dome raised the assault rifle in his hand.

The commanding officer immediately said viciously: "Then do it and kill him! I don't want to see him walk out of the memorial hall alive."

UU Reading Books welcomes all book lovers to come and read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all in UU Reading Books! Mobile users, please read.

Chapter 48/1992
2.41%
Rise of the WastelandCh.48/1992 [2.41%]