North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 39: The best of the best - Chief Griffin! (Please read and vote)

The time goes back ten minutes.

In the elevator, the dozen or so gunmen who were targeting Ginny had all drawn their pistols from their waists.

"Click——"

The sounds of bullets being loaded rang out one after another.

For this group of gunmen supported by drug traffickers, killing is commonplace, although the target this time is somewhat unusual.

But it’s not like the police haven’t killed people before.

And she is a policewoman who has just joined the profession.

"The target is the second apartment from the left. The main goal is kidnapping. If the person resists, break their legs."

The elevator was almost reaching the floor when the leader at the front ordered calmly, "Kill all the witnesses you encounter. Don't leave any alive!"

"Hey, I understand!"

The gunmen answered nonchalantly, obviously not taking this operation seriously.

Ding-dong-

The elevator opens.

They quickly moved out, spread out on both sides of the corridor, used the walls as cover, and headed quickly towards the target apartment.

However, just as they were about to arrive, the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness!
No, the whole floor.

The power system on this floor has been precisely cut off!

"what's the situation?"

Just as they were puzzled, several dull explosions broke the silence.

Strong, irritating gases filled the corridor.

"Fuck, it's tear gas!"

"There's an ambush, retreat first!"

They no longer cared about kidnapping Ginny and hurriedly prepared to escape back to the elevator.

But this time it is not their turn to have the final say.

In an instant, a group of troops in neat uniforms suddenly emerged from the rooms on both sides.

They are wearing advanced tactical vests, equipped with the latest bulletproof materials and tactical accessories. Everyone's face is covered with a helmet that integrates night vision and thermal imaging technology, and they are all equipped with M4 automatic rifles!

"Alpha Squad, outflanking on the left, pay attention to suppressing fire!"

The dull sound of silenced gunfire rang out, and several gunmen fell to the ground instantly.

The remaining gunmen also realized that they had fallen into the enemy's trap, and they fled into the corridors on both sides while firing back.

"Beta Squad, make a detour to the right and encircle."

Clear commands were issued one after another. They formed tactical teams and adopted a staggered cover formation, quietly moving around the flanks of the gunmen to form a siege.

The bullets were fired accurately at the fleeing gunmen, forcing them all into a dead end.

"Delta sniper team, get in position and prepare for emergencies."

There were still a few remaining gunmen who had escaped into the corridor and were about to run downstairs when a precise sniper bullet shot in from the window and blew them away!
In less than five seconds, almost all of the dozen killers were killed, and only the leader who had given orders in the elevator was still fleeing frantically to the rooftop.

There was no trace of his previous calmness on his face at this moment. He rolled and crawled towards the stairs to the rooftop, trying to escape in the chaos.

However, when he pushed open the door to the rooftop, he was stunned for a moment.

Three armed helicopters equipped with heavy machine guns were hovering above his head, all with the CTU (Counter-Terrorism Unit) logo printed on their fuselages!

“I’m just a drug dealer.”

This scene happened simultaneously in multiple locations across Chicago tonight.

However, the ambushes in other places were all from SWAT (riot control forces), and only the gunmen who attacked Ginny got the jackpot!
"Can't get through?"

In the park, Rorschach's calm voice rang out.

But to Gus, it sounded like the god of death from hell.

He suppressed his inner fear, unwilling to show any weakness in front of Rorschach, and even taunted him, "I thought you were just a killing machine, but I didn't expect you had some brains."

Rorschach looked down at him expressionlessly, without saying a word, he just silently pulled the bolt and fired shot after shot at the skylight!

Every bombardment made Gus's heart tremble.

Under the continuous bombardment of shotgun shells, the bulletproof glass had long been unable to bear the weight and seemed to be about to shatter at any moment.

After a gunshot, the skylight shattered and glass fragments flew everywhere.

Gus could no longer remain calm and suddenly raised the phone in his hand. A text message that had been edited long ago was displayed on the screen.

"I just need to press it now! All your evidence will appear on the prosecutor's desk tonight!"

Gus' voice was filled with anxiety, and his tone began to soften.

"Rorschach, you've already killed enough people tonight. What if you kill me now?"

He tried to persuade her, "I can promise you that if you let me go tonight, we'll be even from now on. I'll destroy all the evidence of your crime. From tomorrow on, you'll be the police officer and I'll handle my business. How about that? Think about it!"

Staring at Gus's panicked appearance, Rorschach slowly spoke, "Before today, I've been thinking about how to perfectly get rid of you, so that you can disappear and I won't be wanted."

"But last night, I figured it out."

"What?" Gus asked nervously.

“A man who thinks all day long gains nothing but thoughts.”

Rorschach coldly pointed the gun at Gus's head and said in a deep voice, "You've messed with the wrong person."

Bang-!
Gunshot!

Blood gushed out instantly, dyeing the interior of the car scarlet!
Rorschach glanced down at Gus's phone and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

This black guy had already sent the text message, and everything that happened just now was just to deceive himself.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He had already prepared to flee to the ends of the earth.

I heard that Eastern Europe is a nice place, chaotic and disorderly, just right for people like me.

Jumping off the roof of the car, Rorschach glanced down and saw his hands covered in blood, but he took a cigarette from the box without any concern.

After lighting it, he said calmly, "If you don't wake up, I'll have to kill your whole family."

"Cough cough."

Old Mike in the driver's seat coughed lightly, stopped pretending to be unconscious, and looked up at Rorschach nervously.

He didn't resist and stumbled out of the car, his face full of pleading: "Rorschach, I don't deserve to die. I've done so many wrong things and I expected this day to come. But my granddaughter is innocent. She's only eight years old. She..."

"Bam—!"

Rorschach raised his hand and fired a shot, and Old Mike's knee was instantly shattered. Then, another shot was fired, and the other leg was also broken!
"Your granddaughter is innocent. Does the child you sold to New York deserve to die?!"

Rorschach stared expressionlessly at Old Mike, who was gritting his teeth to endure the severe pain, then slowly moved the muzzle of the gun up and pressed it against his forehead.

"Because of the license plate number you provided, I can let your family go, but you deserve to die!"

Before he could finish his words, with the last gunshot, another headless corpse appeared on the ground.

Rorschach slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Time was running out. He had to go back and pack his bags and flee to Europe overnight before the wanted order was issued.

It's a pity that I haven't had time to give that newbie Ginny a review score yet...

But just as Rorschach was about to turn around and leave, the phone suddenly rang in the car.

He turned his head and saw that it was Gus's phone.

After a moment's silence, he walked forward and answered the phone, and immediately a hurried and shocked voice came from the other end.

After hearing this, Rorschach was stunned.

"The safe is empty?"

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Late at night, inside the Chicago Police Department.

Director Griffin rested his legs leisurely on the desk, holding a cigar in his left hand and a glass of whiskey in his right hand, humming popular country music from the last century with an uninhibited expression.

In the trash can at the corner of the table, paper documents and videotapes were burning fiercely.

Amid the explosion, the director's slightly tipsy voice rang out:
"I joined the army at nineteen, participated in Operation Desert Storm at twenty-five, and after retiring to the police academy, I ranked first in the school for two consecutive years. Intelligence agencies invited me, and the FBI was scrambling to get me!"

"Even though I joined the Commercial Crimes Unit, I was the best box opener and recovered countless amounts of stolen money."

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