Look at our heroic police, the heroic Director Ailda, and those sharpshooters who have been hit every once in a while, they are brave, fearless, kind-hearted, and they always put the lives of the people first. Unfortunately, those terrorists are cruel and evil, and under the persuasion of the police, not only refuse to give up resistance, but also want to hurt the lives of the hostages.

Director Ailda was helpless and ordered the sniper to shoot, ending the sad and pitiful life of the criminals stained with blood on both hands, saving xxx's life, and safeguarding the dignity of the law.

After the news is broadcast, their achievements will be recorded in the police history, the special police will be commended, the snipers who shot and killed criminals will be commended, the director will be commended, and the entire combat team will be awarded the second-class or third-class merit.

This is much more than the criminal's contribution to surrendering, and everyone is happy. Of course, except for the thug who has been smashed half of his head. No one cares about them or cares about them. The police will not even remember their names. They will be put into body bags and thrown into the hospital morgue waiting for medical dissection, become mice under the scalpel of medical students, or are directly thrown into the incinerator, and eventually turn into some crisp bone slags.

Of course, if they are not dead yet, some organs can be taken down to supply to the rich in need.

Ailda knew better than anyone else that the so-called police were just dogs raised by politicians to deal with the people. The long-term stability of society is deterred by the police? That is simply a joke. To put it bluntly, the existence of the police station itself is a inferior method of treating the headache, treating the feet pain, and treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

He was not interested in worrying about this society. He had no obligation to care about the world, nor did he plan to study the common people and the thugs, why the thugs used their thin shoulders, thin bodies, and hunched backbones to strike stones with eggs and resist the rule of the government. His purpose was very simple, to solve cases, kill people, make meritorious service, and then climb up, and be promoted to the director of the General Administration, the head of the public security department, and the Minister of Political Science and Law of Rector, then take over the noble medal from Duke Yadan, make a name for himself, and achieve fame and fortune. From then on, beauties of food and clothing are free to be free of worries. The world is free and free, and be a master.

"Director... Director, Team D lost contact, Team D lost contact." Just as Ailda was imagining a bright new life in the future, the police officers around him interrupted him.

Squad d? Direction of the underground parking lot? Ailda's face changed: "Order e, f, to give up the established goal and move towards the parking lot."

"All units are careful and be prepared for battle." Ailda squinted his eyes and looked at the exit of the parking factory in the lower right corner of the inpatient building.

Until now, he still did not think that the terrorists would go through the front door. Most of them were a fake shot, and after attracting the police's attention, they broke through the flank.

There are riot armored vehicles in front, a large number of police officers, and a sniper located opposite the hospital and occupying favorable terrain. Only fools rushed to the front door.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong. When he saw the one rushing out and rolling some vehicles in front of the hospital into a mass of steel garbage with police armed robots, he felt that the real fool was himself, not those terrorists.

The tanks were covered in thick armor, and the two main station tanks with terrifying light flashed out, rushing all the way. The cars parked in the square in front of the hospital were twisted and deformed under their tracks. The vans transporting patients and medical equipment were arched and smashed, and the police armed robots holding electric batons were like pies spreading into pieces that shone with light.

Maybe he was frightened, or he slipped his hands and fired his gun. Before Ailda gave the order, some police officers had already pulled the police rifles of the "punisher" in their hands. Some people around him followed the imitation of the bullets poured on the front armor of the siege tank like heavy rain. The "ping-ping-pong" sparks continued. But it was like using a feather duster to itch an old cow. Apart from wasting bullets, it was useless.

After a round of bullets was shot, the siege tanks had already rushed to the front door of the hospital. They looked like an angry male bear and collided with the reinforced concrete courtyard wall, and then turned the muzzle, and the lightning swirled, spraying two pleasing balls of plasmon balls directly in front of a riot armored vehicle.

"The pop-slurry ball exploded, and the explosion-proof armored vehicle seemed to be gnawed off by a giant beast of Taotie, which was a terrible sight. The police officer hiding behind was directly ignited by the splashing fire, turning into fire people, wailing and rolling on the ground in an extremely miserable manner.

"Bang two shots. This time the plasmon ball exploded in the police car group. The thrust generated by the explosion lifted four or five cars away, and then rolled down, hitting the crowd next to it, causing a series of griefs. Some were blown off their legs, some were crushed on their chests, some were ignited by splashing plasma, and some were shot through their belly.

The smell of blood mixed with pungent black smoke spread across the streets, blood, iron filings, rift-proof armored vehicles, only half of their bodies melted by high-temperature plasma, and wounded people screaming in pain on the ground.

War, this is war, this tm is simply a war! Ailda's legs were trembling, and the hand holding the communicator could not hold it firmly, and the communicator fell to the ground with a "bang".

How is the police used to suppress civilians and resist the army or something?

"Director, what should I do?"

"Director?Director?E Team e requests support, ah...what is that...ah...sher..."

"Director, Director, save us, save us...ah...ah..."

At this time, a shadow flashed on the monitor of the armored vehicle, and another tank broke through the exterior wall of the hospital. With a "bang", the two police transport vehicles at the front of the blockade line were knocked over, allowing the bullets to make the front armor crackle. The muzzle turned and aimed at the room where the sniper was hiding across the street.

"The bang ball shot out, hitting the wall and bursting into a violent flash. The fire swept through the house. The sniper didn't even have time to scream, and it was burned and burned into a mass of insignificant dust.

"Helicopter Squadron, what are you doing? Kill these two tanks for me."

Ailda couldn't figure out where these tanks came from, how could this be hidden in the hospital? How did they enter the hospital with a size of nearly 10 meters long and 4 meters high? He was puzzled, confused, regretful, and at a loss. At this moment, he could only hope for the police armed helicopters in the sky.

However, before the ATV attacked, a siege tank broke through the courtyard wall. The Gemini Cannon muzzle turned and shot two balls of plasmon balls at the command police armored vehicle where he was.

Ailda felt a shock under her feet, and all the monitors were extinguished. The high heat was like a surging air wave, scraping by in the blink of an eye, and her whole body seemed to be thrown into a hot oil pan. The burning sensation spread throughout her body, the skin was melting, the flesh was boiling, and the pain was heart-wrenching, as if there were billions of ants eating their bodies.

"Tick, tick." The blood was mixed with sweat and oil dripped. Atilda felt that he had entered hell, a hell full of flames. Countless souls who were desperate to resist the government, and then they were roaring at him, either directly or indirectly, roaring at him. Countless lynching confessions, betrayed, and then sent to the court. The wronged ghosts who became his promotion ladder whispered in his ears, shouting his name, and gnawing on his flesh and blood.

He could not bear such pain for a moment. Atilda opened his mouth, he wanted to scream and wail, but... the hot air wave was like a cloud bomb throwing into his lungs, and his whole chest was about to explode.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, he saw a glimmer of light. When the rolling flames submerged him, he glanced at five tanks, like tigers storming into a group of rabbits, smashing his own defense line, crushing and stomping!

The police helicopters in the sky finally took action. The two-string cluster rocket fell on the siege tank and exploded, making a muffled "bang, bang". Iron filings with fire splashed everywhere. Unfortunately, they could not even penetrate the outer armor of the siege tank. Even if they attacked the weakest roof cabin at an elevation angle, it would have no effect.

The front door defense line was defeated, the director died, and the special police team turned into "roasted ducks" with burnt outside and tender inside. The whole scene was in chaos.

Some helicopters used for reconnaissance flew towards the front door. The tanks did not have much air defense capabilities, and the only thing that could pose a threat to them was air power.

The police, who have always been arrogant, finally suffered a lot. For the first time, they felt that this was not a bad business, but a battlefield of blood and fire.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh..." Just as 15 police armed helicopters bombarded the five siege tanks in the square in front of the door, afterimages rushed past the air.

The dancing flying thunder intertwined in the air to form a huge net, covering the head and face.

"Boom, boom..." Fireballs surged, helicopters caught fire after bounce. Some cabins were blown up. Accompanied by the slow speed of the propeller, they fell down from the air and plunged into the second floor of the cafeteria opposite, crushing countless glass windows. Some were blown off the tail wing, and the entire fuselage fell all the way to the ground and swept up countless dust.

The smoke of gunpowder, flames, steel remains, dead bodies everywhere, and blood flowing everywhere, the scene was in a mess.

"Boom, boom..." Another round of thunder fell, and the explosion spread across the surrounding buildings. More than 20 snipers wearing light power armor flew into the sky among countless stones, then fell down freely, fell to the ground, and twitched for a few times and then remained silent.

At this point, the battle at the front door of the hospital finally came to an end, the sound of gunfire disappeared, and only the "beeping" and the faint moans in the corner were left. Of course, the "creaking" and crisp sounds of the siege tank tracks running over the police car were indispensable. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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