Marvel Book of Magical Events

The evacuation process had little to do with the word smooth.

Although the patrols of the 10th and 18th Precincts set up blockades and parked police cars outside the blockades as bunkers, these blockades were fragile due to lack of manpower and neglect, and anyone could break in through them. Irish civilians and black people living in this neighborhood either rushed to the street in panic, stood behind the yellow blockade and looked in the direction of their homes and prayed that the fire would not spread to their houses, or they hid in the basements of their homes, holding their own He refused to come out with weapons that were not known to be legal, and vowed to repel all those who came here to cause trouble.

If two civilians walked toward the block where there was a fierce exchange of fire without fear at this time, the patrol policemen guarding the outside would come to look for trouble no matter how slow they were, let alone the Department of Homeland Security who had no idea what the news was. By then, the fake documents Salomon created out of thin air will be useless, whether they are FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D. documents. Their work progress will definitely be delayed by overly responsible Homeland Security agents.

What should I do? Little Lorna was a little anxious. She tightly grasped the pistol grip in her motorcycle jacket and tried to lower her voice to avoid being heard by the ordinary people around her. But Salomon felt that she was a little too nervous. After all, the civilians didn't have the attention to listen to them now. The excitement of the scene was not inferior to that of the gun battle inside. We can't get in without using magic.

This is Hell's Kitchen, anything can happen. Salomon glanced at the police car on the side of the road. Perhaps it was because there was too much noise this time, the patrol officers were so anxious that they forgot where this place was, or maybe there were too many companions who gave them a false sense of security, so they didn't actually take out the car keys. Perhaps the patrol officers think that they can safely stop the car if they are less than ten meters away from the police car, but this is Hell's Kitchen, the slums of Manhattan, where anything can happen because it is plagued by a disease called poverty. Salomon pulled out a pistol and a small dagger hidden on his wrist, and put the latter against the back of a child who was approaching on a bicycle. Move forward, little pickpocket. I can smell it a kilometer away. You smell of marijuana, take a shower before stealing next time. Just do as I say, don't move, and I guarantee you'll survive.

No one expected that a police car would break through the blockade.

Lower your head! Salomon was driving this time. He shouted for little Lorna to huddle under the passenger seat, while listening to the 9mm bullets fired from the Glock pistols in the police's hands crackling on the car body. , the two unlucky guys who originally owned this police car would never have thought that one day they would be attacked by a flash shock bomb.

Salomon did not choose to fight back, but instead stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly through the wall of officers from the 10th and 18th Precincts of the New York Police Department in front, and then threw a smoke bomb out of the broken car window to block the view. The police in charge of the blockade did not dare to catch up. They thought they did not need to do so - there was a New York City SWAT blockade inside. The SWAT police also had bulletproof armored vehicles and many automatic rifles. No matter who the car thief was, he would be shot dead. This ending.

They quickly reported the situation, and the SWAT officer at the front responded that they had seen the police car.

However, the SWAT sniper said that he did not see anyone in the driver's seat, and that the police car continued to rush forward without any intention of stopping. The SWAT officers, who were feeling cold in their hearts, first shouted a warning, then raised their rifles and fired violently at the police car, but this still could not stop the impact of the police car. It wasn't until the police car crashed into a bulletproof armored vehicle parked on the side of the road that the SWAT officers cautiously stepped forward to check on the police car that suddenly stopped.

They opened the door and saw a broom held against the accelerator. However, before the SWAT officers could breathe a sigh of relief, several flash bombs and smoke bombs bundled together fell from the driver's door in the next second. Thick white smoke and harsh noises suddenly spread outward from the center of the police car. Two figures, an older one and a younger one, pulled out of the trunk and rushed straight into the building surrounded by SWAT. During this period, there were continuous gunshots that were suppressed by silencers, and the SWAT team members screamed in pain because their calves were pierced by bullets. By the time Salomon changed the magazine again, he and little Lorna had already lost their weapons. The next group of SWAT officers yelling, Someone's been shot, entered the building. The sniper observing from a high place tried to shoot, but was unable to distinguish the target due to the diffuse smoke and did not dare to act rashly.

The SWAT officers surrounded the building for more than 30 minutes. During this period, they tried to enter but heard gunshots. Then they quickly retreated and continued to maintain the siege. In fact, Frank Cassell had already left this passage, but the SWAT officers did not intend to enter the room for CQB operations. After all, the salary they received was not enough to cost them their lives for this operation, especially when the opposite side was still there. When he was the famous Punisher, holding a gun and blocking people outside was already worthy of the salary paid to him by the New York State Government.

Frank Cassel! Nick Fury wants me to take you out! Salomon walked forward and loaded his pistol with the last bullet in the magazine. He shouted loudly, Do you still remember me?

Put down your weapons and don't make me say it again.

Although Salomon had already discovered his presence, he still allowed Frank Cassel to rush out of the door next to him and point a gun at his head. Although the ordnance handled by Nick Fury was very powerful, it was not suitable for the combat environment here. After the agents transported the weapons, Frank Cassell only selected some of them, excluding the use of simple mortar shells. Explosive device. In other words, the explosion was not Frank Castle's action, but a trap set by Nick Fury's agents.

I remember you, I saw you twice. He glanced at the hostile little Lorna, This is not a place for children.

It is true that she is not yet an adult, but she has already joined the game of this world.

Salomon calmly holstered his gun, just as he let little Lorna do the same. I'll take you out. He looked Frank Cassel up and down. Although black clothes made it difficult to see the blood stains, Salomon still saw that the black skull bulletproof vest on Frank Cassel had several bullet holes, and blood was seeping out from his fingers and soles. . You can't rush out in this state. Even if all the SWAT police outside are shot in the calf, the remaining sniper is not something you can handle, so you either accept the suggestion or die here.

So you are from SHIELD? Where are you going to take me? The massive blood loss had made his consciousness blurry, but Frank Cassel remained alert. At this time, little Lorna had already begun to inspect the scene, judging from the traces what happened here - first suppressed by machine gun fire, killing most of the Irish gang members. Followed by flash shock bombs and CQB, a survivor was tortured and finally shot to death. The bloody dagger thrown on the ground said many things, including the cruelty of Frank Cassel's interrogation methods.

The safest place in New York, there are medical services there, as long as you agree to share information. Salomon stretched out his hand impatiently, Are you leaving or not?

How are you going to leave?

You have nothing to do with this, just hold my arm. No matter what happens, don't let go, understand? Do you remember what happened in the wine glass? What happens next will be beyond your common sense. Frank Cassel said while He put the gun back, keeping the muzzle pointed, and at the same time stretched out his bloody hand to hold Salomon's arm. Too bad you can't wear this dress anymore. Lorna, hold my hand. We're going home for dinner.

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