American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 207 Desperate Assault
In the camera, Ryan was directing "traffic" with a crying child in his hand. A light in the park was hanging just above Ryan's head, and his expression and demeanor were very clear under the light.

"The lighting and scenery are perfect." The cameraman began to zoom in, giving a close-up of Ryan and the little girl he was holding.

After a while, the little girl's parents came over. Ryan scolded them a few words and let them take the little girl away. Then he started running towards other spectators, his face full of anxiety.

And all of this was fully recorded by more than one camera.

At the same time, Tiesto was still performing on the main stage. When he saw the fire burning in the distance, he felt a little scared. The next second, he heard the voice in his headphones to end the performance.

He immediately retreated backstage, where many DJs who had just performed on stage gathered.

"What happened?"

"Didn't you see? There's a fire in the park."

"What should we do?"

"It's very chaotic outside. Stay here first. If nothing works, jump into the sea."

The name of Bay Park contains the word "Bay", so it is naturally close to the sea.

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On the other side, a group of burly "goblins" were walking through the burning forest. Fortunately, the flames were still some distance away from the sides of the road. Even so, the pungent smell was still uncomfortable.

"Why do I smell a barbecue smell..."

"Oops, my wings are melted."

"What nonsense are you talking about? We're almost at the exit, and you still want to keep it as a souvenir."

"Berrick, look at that..."

"I told you, when we're working..." Berick was a little impatient. Then he saw a distribution box on the roadside. There were a few people fighting next to the box, trying to grab a DV camera. This was a nosy person who was recording the situation on the scene, but he ran into a black guy who wanted to buy it for free.

"Should we..." the subordinate reminded.

Beric remembered Ryan's instructions and shook his head: "That's enough."

The team didn't pay any attention to the people fighting and walked past quickly.

The robber had the upper hand at this time. He grabbed the man's head and slammed it against the distribution box. The man struggled in desperation, and in a panic, the door of the distribution box was opened by someone unknown.

Several black guys worked together to push the man towards the circuit board full of wires... During the scuffle, they touched something and all their bodies suddenly became stiff. The man "stood straight", then smoke began to come out of his body and sparks burst out from the distribution box.

When several people started to catch fire, the power of the entire park was cut off. Without lighting, more people began to become restless...

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Beric and others arrived at the exit. The dilapidated jeep was already waiting there as planned. Without saying a word, they got in the car. However, there was some congestion around.

"Bump the car and go to the opposite lane," Bellick ordered.

As the jeep turned around, it saw several police cars speeding towards it, with red and blue lights flashing on the roofs and sirens blaring.

At the critical moment, the jeep squeezed out from the gap between the two-way traffic. MPD's attention was all on the park, and they could not pay attention to the trivial matters outside the park.

On the way out of the park, Berwick saw several police cars passing by, as well as fire trucks and ambulances…

The first group of MPDs who arrived got out of the car and were about to go inside when they suddenly heard gunshots from inside the park.

All the MPDs immediately retreated to the back of the car door in unison, using the door as a cover and looking into the park.

But the power was out. It was pitch black nearby, but there was a sea of fire in the distance. It was impossible to judge the situation inside the park.

"Evacuate the people at the door first, and then go in after the backup arrives!" said an MPD officer on the scene, and then began to call for support using the walkie-talkie.

There are tens of thousands of people in the park, which is far beyond the control of MPD. The National Guard should be called in at this time.

More and more vehicles gathered, completely blocking the road, but not a single MPD stepped into the park even one centimeter.

The same was true for ambulances. Firefighters poured water on a fire point in the park through the park's fence, but after extinguishing the flames at that point, the flames spread to three other places. Four helicopters were already hovering over the park, but they were all media helicopters. The four media helicopters were intentionally or unintentionally fighting with each other in the air, fearing that the other side would get better footage.

The MPD chief received a call: "What... the senator's daughter is in there?"

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At the same time, in a nightclub in Miami.

"Has the support arrived?" asked the FBI agent during the day.

"Only two cars haven't arrived yet." The female agent nodded.

"We can't delay any longer, put on our bulletproof vests, and let that guy rush in!" The male agent took a deep breath.

Originally, the two of them came here tonight to scout the place, take some photos, and prepare for the next move. However, not long after arriving at the nightclub, they saw Russell's men walking out in groups. Soon, the two of them received news that there was a big mess at Bayfront Park.

Plans cannot keep up with changes, so the agents had to start the action tonight, close the net early, and try to catch the person first. As long as they can catch him alive, MPD will naturally "surrender."

"Everyone, take action!" The female agent spoke into the portable microphone on her collar. As she spoke, she saw Russell and several of his men walking out in a hurry.

"FBI! Put your gun down, you are surrounded." The male agent shouted immediately, and the next second he squatted down.

The female partner reacted quickly too. She immediately drew her gun and fired a few shots.

Russell and his men immediately took out their submachine guns and began to fire at the two men's cover. The nightclub instantly became extremely chaotic, and the supporting agents had already arrived at the entrance, and the two sides started shooting at each other.

Russell had only three or four trusted confidants around him, and he was quickly suppressed by well-equipped agents who outnumbered him by several times his number.

Seeing that two of his men had been beaten to pieces and another had peed his pants in fear, Russell became ruthless and pulled over a nightclub guest who was lying on the ground nearby and put the gun to the hostage's neck.

"Back off! I told you to back off!" Russell hid behind the hostage, shouting and retreating.

"You can't run away, put the gun down!" the agent shouted.

Russell raised his gun and fired a burst of bullets. He immediately pushed the hostage and turned around to run towards the exit behind.

The agents immediately opened fire back, and although Russell was not hit, the hostage was shot to pieces.

"Chase! We must not let MPD catch him." The agent immediately shouted to his men.

"The target has gone to the back door. The people outside are preparing to surround him and capture him alive." The agent yelled into the walkie-talkie the next second.

At the back door of the nightclub, a group of people were blocking the exit, waiting for Russell to rush out.

Everyone's attention was focused on the back door, but they forgot that Russell, as the boss here... had already prepared a backup plan.

"Boom." A wall nearby was smashed to pieces, and a Mercedes-Benz G-Class "broke through the wall". In fact, the wall was hollow inside when it was built, and it was considered a secret back door.

It was Russell who was driving. The huge Mercedes-Benz G accelerated at full speed in the narrow back alley and rushed towards the two cars blocking the alley.

With its towering chassis, the G-Class pressed directly over the roofs of the two cars. Accelerating at full speed, the G-Class even slid in the air for a distance before falling heavily to the ground. The powerful shock absorbers compressed back and forth, causing the entire car to sway violently several times. Russell in the car felt like he was on a roller coaster, but he quickly controlled the vehicle, slammed on the brakes, and turned the steering wheel.

The vehicle drifted violently on the road, a wisp of white smoke came out of the tires, and they rubbed against the ground, leaving deep marks.

Russell stepped on the accelerator deeply, and the G-Class sped away immediately.

"Get in the car quickly! Control Russell's family!" The agent got in the car immediately. At this time, there was no way to conceal it. He directly put the lights on the roof of the car, and many vehicles chased the G-Class in a mighty manner.

Russell in front immediately called his family, but the person who answered the phone was the FBI.

"Fuck!" Russell cursed, not understanding why it was the FBI. The whole thing revealed a sense of weirdness, Alex's return, the chaos of the music festival, the FBI's raid... everything was too coincidental and too fast.

Half an hour, from heaven to hell.

It’s as if someone is controlling everything in secret!
There were several MPD vehicles coming towards us from the front.

"Come on! If you're not afraid of death, then crash into it!" Russell became ruthless, cursed loudly, and accelerated at full speed.

It looked like a car crash scene straight out of a Hollywood movie was about to happen, but the fact was that the MPD didn't dare to stop it at all. They parked their vehicles obediently to the side and watched the G-Class rush past. The next second, these vehicles turned around and joined the chasing traffic.

At the next intersection, when he came to the wide main road, Russell saw that the ground on the south side had been paved with spikes, and more than a dozen police cars completely blocked the road.

Russell turned the steering wheel sharply, temporarily turned the car around and chose to drive north.

After driving for a few more minutes, Russell saw countless MPD vehicles almost filling the entire road, while on the other side it was completely dark.

Bayfront Park!

Russell immediately realized that this was his only chance to escape, so he drove the G-Class into the railing without saying anything, creating a gap in the railing, and drove the G-Class directly into the park, dragging the chasing cars behind with it.

Arriving at the park, which turned out to be the home ground of the G-Class, Russell, in a panic, stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly out of the bushes. In the light of the fire, he saw a tent area in front of him, and in front of the car was a group of revelers fighting.

At this moment Russell had completely lost his mind.

The vehicle continued to accelerate...

Bang! A pink Mohawk was hit by a vehicle and flew away.

After running rampant in the tent area for several hundred meters, the G-Class eventually lost control and crashed into a tree.

Russell shook his head and heard the sharp noise outside getting louder and louder. Knowing that he had completely lost, he began to grope around on his body, found the crumpled cigarette, lit it and took a puff.

Then he got out of the car, and amid countless angry shouts, he began to grope towards his waist.

The next second, dozens of guns and pistols began to pour bullets at him.

Even after Russell fell, the sound of gunfire continued, like firecrackers.

All the agents on the scene opened fire.

All for administrative leave.

The firing lasted for a full half minute, and the bullet lodged in Russell's body must have weighed several pounds.

Good guys are beaten on the body, bad guys are beaten on the head. In America, this sentence may have to be changed to: Good guys are beaten into sieves, bad guys are also beaten into sieves.

　Have a meal, and there is another chapter after the meal.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)