"Forehead--"

John was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Pin's actions, and then he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Fake!"

John decisively took the pistol handed by Zhang Pin, then opened the door with one hand and raised the gun directly with the other hand to shoot.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang——

He pointed directly at the door and fired all the bullets in his pistol in one breath.

Veron, who just heard the gunfire and turned upstairs to check the situation, didn't even have time to react, and was taken away by John in an American style house.

"How about it, I will do what I say!"

After killing Wei Long who ran up, John proudly turned to look at Zhang Pin.

"amazing!"

Zhang Pin nodded, feeling a lot more relaxed.

Originally, he was a little worried that John would be a policeman who accepts death. In this case, many of the next things he would do would not be easy to do in front of him.

But now judging from the behavior of the other party who dared to shoot without even confirming his identity when they disagreed with each other, it is obvious that he is also an unruly guy.

Sir Zhang has rich experience in dealing with such guys.

After confirming that John probably had the attribute of lawful chaos, Sir Zhang lowered his body and began to feel around Hunter's body.

He did not pick up a weapon immediately, but picked up a walkie-talkie.

Sir Zhang and John had tried this before. The building they were in didn't know whether it was because of the floor or because the signal was blocked by the other party. Anyway, the phone couldn't dial the number.

Moreover, the landline phone line has also been cut off and calls cannot be made.

Now I saw that these gunmen were carrying walkie-talkies, which was a good tool for external communication.

But the only pity is that the walkie-talkie has a distance limit, and I don’t know if there are people nearby who also use walkie-talkies.

"By the way, which channel does your police usually use?"

Sir Zhang did not try his luck, but looked at John who stood there and shot decisively for him.

Although technology is constantly developing, for the police, walkie-talkies, a communication tool that does not require the Internet and does not worry about signal problems, are an indispensable device.

Because of this, the police usually set up an emergency contact channel.

Although John is a New York police officer and is not in the same system as the Luojishan police, there are only so many commonly used channels for walkie-talkies. In theory, even if police officers in different cities do not use the same channel, they will have a general idea of ​​the police's channel setting habits.

"I know which channel they use."

In fact, Zhang Pin did not guess that John did know a certain channel that the Luojishan police habitually used.

"Hey, hey, can anyone hear me? This is the Zhongfu Group Building. We have been hijacked by a group of terrorists. There are more than a dozen of them and they carry a large number of firearms. One hostage has been killed. Hurry up.

Send a large force to rescue."

After John tuned into the Luojishan police channel, he immediately pressed the walkie-talkie and started talking.

After John finished speaking, he held the walkie-talkie nervously, looking forward to whether anyone would hear him.

"Sir, who are you and how do you know this channel?"

It has to be said that Zhang Pin and others are very lucky.

After John finished his distress message, other people's voices soon came through the intercom.

"Don't worry about who I am, didn't you fucking hear what I said? There are terrorists in the Zhongfu Group Building. Hurry up and arrange for rescue."

However, when he heard that the person opposite focused on questioning his identity, John was so angry that he directly lost his temper at the other person.

"Sir, we are not a police station here. If you want to call the police, please call 911 yourself. However, I need to remind you that you will be detained if you report false police."

Hearing John's anger, the person opposite him didn't do anything. Instead, he reminded him in a serious tone that he should call the police if he wanted help.

"Are you fucking idiots? If I can get through the phone, why do I need to use a walkie-talkie? You call the police right now, or I will let the police hold you accountable."

John was used to giving orders. When he heard the other party making such stupid remarks, he immediately showed the majesty of the police.

"Sir, are you drunk?"

However, the guy who listened to the intercom on the other side obviously didn't believe what John said. He also suspected that John might have drunk too much and was causing trouble.

"Are you stupid? Call the police immediately. Did you hear the police?"

When John heard what the other party said, his lungs almost exploded with anger.

He was about to threaten the other party again, but at this time Zhang Pin reached out and took the walkie-talkie.

"Let me talk to him."

Zhang Pin said as he picked up the submachine gun in Hunter's hand.

Then he pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie while pulling the trigger of the submachine gun with the other hand.

Da da da da da da——

The bullet hit the wall diagonally opposite.

"Did you hear that? Call the police. Otherwise, you won't be able to take responsibility for this."

After Zhang Pin finished speaking, he let go of the walkie-talkie and walked towards the fire escape. They had killed two gunmen here before, and they might have attracted the attention of other terrorists. If they stayed there, they would probably be attacked by other gunmen.

surrounded.

"Big news, big news, bring the equipment quickly. Where is the Zhongfu Group Building? Let's go to the scene quickly."

Zhang Pin and John didn't know that the person on the other end who heard the message asking for help on the walkie-talkie was not a fool, but a team of reporters who were much more speechless than the fool and were known as the uncrowned kings.

They originally just turned on the general police channel as a routine to see if they could hear some alarm messages.

Who knew that I actually won the prize?

At first, they were a little worried that someone had drunk too much and made a false police report, but from the sound of the last blast of submachine guns, it seemed like there was really big news on the other side.

"Then shall we call the police?"

The photographer who followed the reporter had some conscience, so he specifically asked about his partner.

"Of course I have to call the police, and I will call the police myself. Please help me take a picture of it."

After hearing what the photographer said, the reporter first tidied up his clothes, then put on his headset. After he was ready, he called 911.
Chapter completed!