America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 90 Racial Equality Seems

When Gru led officers from the Niangniang Temple Police Station to the vicinity of the Red Street Library, SWAT had already organized a two-layer encirclement.

The deaf driver showed his ID to the SWAT officer responsible for stopping the car, and then drove the command vehicle of the Niangniangmiao Branch to the temporary command center in front of the library.

"Let the negotiators go up and try it first." Crowl, the person in charge of SWAT, explained the task to his subordinates.

"It's rare for a busy man, Klauer, to personally direct the scene. I want to learn from you.

If there is anything that requires the efforts of our Niangniangmiao branch, our bureau will fully cooperate! "

Gru knows how to pass the blame.

The meaning behind his words is very simple: I recognize you as my eldest brother, Klauer, and I can do all the work, but you have to take the blame.

Krall ignored him and glared at Gru.

"Commissioner Tonks told me to have our Niangniang Temple branch mobilize police forces outside to prevent the kidnappers from jumping over the wall."

Seeing that Crowl had no intention of continuing, Gru moved out of Tonks directly.

Old Tang, it’s time for this dog to play some role.

Come, be my shield.

"The kidnappers took action in the area of ​​​​your branch, Gru, don't talk nonsense."

Krall really has no intention of intrigue.

"Do you have any good way to solve this big trouble?

These kidnappers looked very professional, and the windows of the trucks they drove were actually bulletproof. "

He is nominally the head of SWAT and has great power, but he really wishes he could change positions with Gru.

Gru is now the captain of the bureau's action team, but he is the actual leader of the bureau.

Although his rank is not as high as his, his income is much higher and his sources are much richer.

From this point of view, Gru's level is much higher than him.

"Claude, you are the best policeman in Saint-Loduo, I believe you can handle it well.

You go ahead, I'll arrange for the police to set up a line of defense. "

Ignoring Crowl's hopeful look, Gru simply shrugged his shoulders.

There must be no way around this!

I can't tell you even if I have a way. Let me tell you, you did exactly what I told you, so what if something goes wrong?

Gritting his teeth and watching Gruhun leave as if he didn't care, Krall was so angry that he wanted to smash something.

This is the real workplace reality of the third-largest local police department in the United States.

No one cares about small cases, and no one dares to touch big cases.

Hostages are very important, and leaders also attach great importance to them, but the specific leaders of the two departments actually have little determination and ideas to work.

Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes. This applies to everyone.

If there is any idiot who thinks that he will get a promotion and a salary increase if he does more, then Claure will only draw him under his command and let him work as a cow horse for the rest of his life.

Gru hummed a tune and walked happily, leaving the temporary command center in front of the library.

He actually likes his current state.

The official position is not high, but the power is great. He does not have to shoulder the responsibilities himself, and the people above him cannot easily remove him.

It’s hard to walk up even an inch, but when you look down you see smiling faces.

What else is there to pursue in life?

In other words, he was just fishing, recruiting prostitutes, and barely maintaining the dignity of an acting branch director.

The leaders want to take advantage of the situation, but their subordinates don’t think so.

Because there are really some young people who still have ideals and want to burn themselves for America and contribute to America's great dream.

Two young negotiators were thrown into the library like outcasts.

They wore thick body armor, helmets and walkie-talkies strapped to their chests.

The two raised their hands and put on kind smiles on their faces, hoping that the gangsters would give them face for the sake of being sensible and polite and not shoot directly.

Ant-Man has been guarding the door of the library for a long time, his body pressed tightly against a thick pillar, completely hidden behind it.

Under his feet was a small mirror. Through the mirror, he could see everything outside the main entrance of the library.

The five of them did not commit crimes out of passion, they were really professionals!

"Hello, Mr. Kidnapper, I'm here to communicate with you. Can you send someone to talk to me?"

One of the two negotiators speaks first, and who doesn’t want to get the top spot?

Ant-Man raised his left hand, set a 30-second countdown on his tactical watch, and then spoke. “Within 30 seconds, choose one person to stay and talk to me, and the remaining person must leave here.

This is the prerequisite for me to accept negotiations with you. There is no room for bargaining.

If there are two people still there after 30 seconds, I will randomly select one to get rid of, and now the countdown will start. "

In the temporary command center, through the negotiator's intercom, Krall heard everything Ant-Man said.

"Change the one who just spoke first." He said on the intercom channel.

Irritated negotiators are most likely to cause big problems, so it’s better to keep the calm one.

The young negotiator who wanted to contribute to the American dream was banned by his own leader.

The life of the son of a big capitalist is really precious, but these policemen are so obedient.

Seeing that the police were very cooperative, Ant-Man sighed secretly.

Okay, at least now we have a pretty good start.

"Mr. Kidnapper, how much ransom do you want?"

For the police, the best negotiating strategy is to give money.

After all, the United States is a capitalist country. Even if the American people become gangsters, they still like money. In other words, most criminals embark on the road of crime for money.

As long as the money given is enough, the police may not need to intervene, and the kidnappers will start killing each other due to uneven distribution of the loot.

"Money?" Ant-Man sneered and asked disdainfully.

"What race are you?"

The negotiators were a little at a loss.

Aren't we negotiating?

Brother, why do you ask me what race I am?

"Eh, I'm Hispanic."

The young negotiator replied tentatively that he really didn't know the kidnapper's brain circuit.

“Shit, Hispanics are shit, get out! I want black negotiators.

If you don't let black negotiators talk to me, are you discriminating against black people? "

Ant-Man is responsible for two main tasks. The first is to prevent the police from rushing into the library without thinking, and the second is to do his best to delay time.

Racism cards can also be used to delay time.

It was impossible to find a black negotiator in the San Roto Police Department, not even on the West Coast, not even in the United States.

But Ant-Man doesn't care at all whether the police can find a black man to talk to him, as long as time passes.

Just like those politicians who shout for racial equality, no one cares about racial equality. Everyone has their own purposes.

In the eyes of those robbers, the sacred racial equality is like a bitch for them to play with, and they want to express their opinions whenever they want to win votes.

Iron Man and Thor are working intensively to lay out booby traps and time bombs.

As long as these little darlings are set up, the police must obey.

After all, they had hidden 700 kilograms of TNT-equivalent explosives in the library in advance.

These explosives were powerful enough to blow the library to pieces.

"Fake! He wants me to find a black negotiator to talk to him?

He also said that our San Luodu Police Department is racist? "

Claure was furious at the kidnapper's demands.

The San Roto Police Department is certainly racist.

But, I discriminate ≠ you can say.

“Boss, we can find someone to paint him some black paint and let him pretend to be black.

Once the helmet and body armor are put on later, the kidnappers will not be able to tell them no matter how hard they look. "

Not to mention the outstanding people in the United States, Krall's idiot just opened his mouth and it was a shocking plan.

Paint your skin black to pretend to be black, and you won’t even lose your face!

If the ancestors of the United States knew that their children and grandchildren could do such nonsense, they would probably be so angry that they would jump out of the coffin and kill them all!

(End of this chapter)