At this time, it was completely dark. Four helicopters in the space kept hovering around the Empire State Building. The building was bright and dazzling under the thick searchlights. The police had evacuated the people from several nearby buildings and entered the front and back streets to complete the blockade. All police officers, whether seconded or on vacation, were arrested and put on duty. More than 40,000 police officers in New York were transferred nearly one-third, which could make the mayor pay attention to this matter.

Of course, such a sensational thing cannot be hidden from the numerous news media in New York. They waved their reporter's documents like evil dogs, rushed away the police's isolation belts like a torrent, and rushed to the vicinity of the command vehicle. Of course, the mayor could not let these people who were good at talking nonsense, and immediately summoned his staff team, quickly announced the scene of the press conference, and guided these people into the nearby buildings.

The originally bustling street was rarely empty tonight. However, the military transport planes flying over from time to time made this turbulent night even more noisy.

The command of the incident was temporarily taken over by the Navy Seals mobilized, and Sheriff White and the commander of the explosion-proof police, Boni, were automatically demoted to auxiliary personnel. The mayor already knew the whole thing, and although he was a little lucky that he could escape, he still had no good feelings for Sheriff White who would ask someone to come to see him in a group.

However, these trivial matters are no longer important now. The most important thing is to successfully rescue the hostages and do everything possible to overwhelm the impact of this matter. The most important thing is to not affect your re-election campaign in the next election.

"Captain!" Sheriff White and Commander Boney saluted Colvin Ham, the commander of the Navy Seals, and it was a simple handover!

"Information!" Colvin handed the gun in his hand to the adjutant behind him, reached out and pulled down his mask, and said coldly without any emotion in his eyes.

"The materials made of injections have been analyzed, which are a characteristic alloy steel." The adjutant looked at the two people who were slightly frustrated on the other side, and pointed it on the computer in his hand, saying: "We asked the alloy experts and several large arms companies that we cooperated with to help analyze. The metal has a very strange effect. It is not very hard, but can play an absolute penetration role on several alloys. In other words, when the alloy encounters this injection, it will appear that the same effect as the specialized killing software on the virus. It is the alloy that loses its entire physical characteristics and thus loses its function as an armor."

The adjutant paused slightly and then sent a document again, saying: "After the current simple analysis, these special alloys are only effective for the centralized explosion-proof shields and helmet alloys used by the police, and are of no more use for simple metals such as iron and ordinary steel!"

Colvin nodded slightly, glanced casually and said expressionlessly: "Continue!"

The adjutant threw a few small discs on the ground, and the discs quickly intertwined in the air to form a light screen. The adjutant tapped a few times to draw out the battle scenes captured by the surveillance video and said: "The opponent can fight against gravity on the ceiling, obviously using some kind of anti-gravity device. We cannot yet determine whether this is a local force field or a micro force field for our carriers. But it is certain that the enemy is behind a huge organization, and the bandit leader once called himself a professional criminal group, and together with injection bullets and powerful anesthetic liquid ammunition, we have reason to believe that the other party may have mastered some kind of technology that we are still in theory."

Then he locked the picture to the scene where a soldier who was shot and got up and flew away, saying: "According to their technological level, from this picture, we speculate that their combat uniforms should also have certain protective functions, at least..." He glanced at Boni, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and said.

“…It should also be invalid for small-caliber bullets used in police pistols.”

Boni's face turned dark in an instant, and he clenched his fists without making any sound.

Cowell glanced at him lightly, as if he was satisfied with his knowledge and tactfulness. He raised his eyelids slightly and said to the adjutant: "In addition to the ability of computer intrusion, is all the information we have now?"

"Yes, sir!" the adjutant nodded and said, "From their equipment, they should be at least five years ahead of us."

Colvin nodded slightly, turned around and shouted softly: "On the whole team, let's go break through them!"

Sheriff White finally couldn't help saying, "Wait, sir! Since they have so many advantages, shouldn't we wait for the orders of our superiors to mobilize stronger troops?"

Colvin paused for a moment, and his back looked at Sheriff White and said slowly: "My troops are the strongest!"—

When the SEALs began to formulate pre-action plans, Wang Zheng also started to take action.

"It's finally my place!" Wang Zheng purred in his heart, gently patted Amanda's shoulders, put his mouth against her delicate little earlobe, and whispered: "Get up slowly, we're going to start running!"

Amanda nodded slightly, her eyes that were clearly distinguished by black and white rose, and a cunning smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It seemed that this was the robber who had not hurt the hostages for a long time, and she was only caring about robbery, which made her feel relieved and restored her nature.

Wang Zheng turned around and looked around, shocking the powerful and powerful. Most of them were already sitting on the ground and chatting softly with the people next to him. Some of them simply lay on the ground and fell asleep. It seemed that they had already believed in the purpose of the robbers and believed that they would not be hurt. But a small number of people were also thinking about how to escape from here, or simply become the heroes who would fight against the darkness.

Wang Zheng couldn't help laughing in his heart and sighed: This is the complex and changeable human nature.

A signal was gently sent on the iris, and the engineer who decoded not far away from the opposite side immediately shouted: "It's on!"

Xiao Meng was slightly shocked, her expression changed a little, and she immediately took the person to the corner. Before Wang Zheng could send the next signal, something went wrong on the opposite side.

Maybe it was because the robbers were attracted by all their attention, and there were two bold actions among the small group of people with their eyes rolling around!

While they were not paying attention, they suddenly rushed up and bit their lips tightly and ran towards the stairs quickly. They were not stupid, and they knew that they would definitely be looking for death when they were in the elevator at this time. But they didn't expect that walking the stairs would be dead.

"Bump!"

"Ahhh!"

"My legs! Ah—! My legs!"

Two gunshots, the two unlucky guys suddenly burst out of their knees and rolled to the ground. They hugged their right leg and cried loudly. The blood-stained hand clearly told people that their knees had been pierced!

Everyone's attention was attracted by the sudden tragedy. The hostages even shrank their necks, put away the relaxed expression on their faces, and kept reminding themselves that the other party was a bandit who killed people without blinking. That small number of thoughtful people were also shocked by the lessons of the past, and a few of them had their faces even gray and were swaying their whole bodies, obviously constantly being scared.

Xiao Meng slowly put away her pistol, gently blew the smoke-burning muzzle, glanced at everyone, and smiled: "A good living target, I like it very much!"

"Drag them to the stairs, I don't like to hear screams." Xiao Meng glanced at the two unlucky guys who were screaming, and added indifferently: "Oh, by the way, see them rolling on the ground so hard, breaking their other three limbs, just treat it as helping them."

Everyone suddenly shivered, lowered their heads and cursed the demon in their hearts, and they did not dare to have any other thoughts.

Wang Zheng took advantage of the riot just now and quietly squatted up, and then he slowly moved to the window with the help of most powerful people's backs. Wang Zheng looked down on the ground, hugged Amanda in his arms, kissed her smooth forehead, and said softly: "Close your eyes and hug me tightly, go and don't let go!"

He stuffed his little head, which was unknown, into his arms, blinked gently at Xiaomeng who was looking at him from a distance, gave her a blowing kiss, and suddenly jumped up with Amanda, thinking that the glass behind him would hit him.

"Touch! Crash!"

A sound of glass breaking sounded behind the back. Everyone saw a few blushings on their faces, Xiao Meng, the leader of the robber in front of them, and looked shy, but a cold light shot out from their eyes. The red lips said in his mouth: "Kill these two little mice that jumped out of the window."

Xiao Meng glanced at everyone coldly and said, "Although I don't know what they have to rely on, don't forget this, the top floor of the Empire State Building, dare to jump down from here and be careful to fall into meat paste!"

The hostages were slightly turbulent and immediately cooled down at a faster speed. Everyone lowered their heads and thought about their own thoughts, obviously calculating the pros and cons of various situations.

However, the robbers ignored these things. A row of more than a dozen people stood in front of the window, smashing the glass in front of them to pieces, stretching the muzzle downward and firing at the same time.

"Da da da da da da..."

The sound of the thimble hitting the bullet, the sound of the gun being released and the jingle of the shell falling to the ground formed a symphony of death in the hearts of the hostages. They closed their eyes tightly and grinned. It was almost imagined that the two escaped children were shot into powder by machine guns in the air. Many people all drew crosses on their chests, silently praying that their souls could go to heaven.
Chapter completed!