"Daoud, you must let these people go."
"Why? Brother. This is our bargaining chip. They can make the Xincheng people hand over the two prisoners who beat my brother. Why do you think I should let them go?"
Several security bureau officers who were tied together sat on the ground in disgrace, with many bruises on their bodies caused by beatings.
"If we don't let them go, the Public Security Bureau will have an excuse to use strong or even lethal weapons next time!"
"So what? We also have weapons, and there are quite a few of them."
The thugs brought back a lot of weapons from the security station. In addition to rifles and bullets, there were even several grenades and a grenade gun. Logically speaking, this is indeed a bunch of heavy weapons.
"So! A lot? There are enough bombs in the Sheriff's Department warehouse to blow up the entire street! Do you think you will fight them to the death? No! You will be killed by the bomb before you see those people!"
As a veteran who has just retired from the army, Najit clearly sees the reason for the two defeats of the Public Security Bureau, that is, others simply did not show their true strength to fight you!
"Then I'll die."
"you!"
"Brother, take a closer look. Those people don't regard us as a member of the new city at all. They just hope to win the surrender of foreign countries. Listen to what is said on TV - the person who beat Azim is probably Not police officers, but radicals. They are powerful and superior, but they can make black things white with just a few words."
Daoud suppressed his anger. He once went to see his brother before the riots started. Now Azim can only soak in the healing fluid, and the scars on his body are still clearly visible, as if he had dreamed of something terrible. The thing has always maintained a twisted expression.
He could endure the humiliation of serving tea and water to a second-rate gangster and groveling; he could endure the helplessness of raising his older brother alone after his parents died and his eldest brother enlisted in the army; he could endure the guilt of being accused behind his back by his neighbors.
But after seeing his brother being severely injured, the sanity in his mind evaporated like morning dew. Not killing anyone was his final bottom line. As for Najit now wanting him to return the hostages, he I will only give Najit two words - dream.
"It's enough for this kind of tragedy to happen once, Daoud. I don't want to see it happen a second time."
"Let's go, brother. You are not welcome here."
As if they had heard some kind of permission, the thugs slowly approached Nadjit. The enthusiasm and madness in their eyes had covered their reason, leaving only the desire for violence.
"I understand. It seems that no one of us can convince anyone now."
After sending away those who did not participate in the riot, Najit began to lobby the leader of the mob, his own brother.
However, judging from the current situation, the conversation between the two people was not very pleasant.
Najit, who was about to leave, suddenly took out the prop he had kept in his coat, and a shock bomb was thrown into the room.
boom!
There was a big echo in the small room, and everyone in the room was stunned by this shock bomb. However, Daoud, who was already infected with madness, shouted:
"Hostage! Don't let him rescue the hostages!"
The thugs lying on the ground had their heads buzzing and couldn't hear what their leader was shouting, but they still hugged Najit who was close at hand with their bravery.
"Hey, why don't you use your courage in the right place?"
Only then did Najit reveal the equipment under his coat—a set of gauntlets with a tactical exoskeleton built in exotic crystals.
This was one of his most powerful tools as a veteran, but it was used in situations where he didn't want to use it at all.
The huge strength of the gauntlet makes him look like an American captain who can pull a helicopter in front of ordinary people, and he even has a big advantage when facing the madman.
Relying on the equipment, Najit directly carried all the hostages, and then did not rush out of the door. Instead, while the effect of the shock bomb was still there, he directly smashed the glass window and escaped through the window.
"Damn traitors! Stop them!"
With an order, hundreds of young people gathered together like sardines, chasing the remaining survivors like in a zombie movie. The desperate disparity in numbers could be clearly seen on the top of the building.
"Want to help him?"
"No, if we help him, we will be trapped. Now they won't kill anyone. After all, Najit is Daoud's brother, and those hostages are bargaining chips in the deal."
Camillian, who was thinking about how to help the patient, did not show any worry. Instead, it seemed more like he was fulfilling the principles of a psychiatrist and working hard to become a doctor who would not let his parents down.
After seeing that she was not worried about the patient at all, Kyle was not happy at all, because this meant that she had a fatal flaw--as a psychiatrist, she could not have any empathy with the patient. Maybe it’s the trauma of having a parent murdered.
"Ahem, Mr. Wayne, instead of worrying about me now, it's better to worry about Mr. Najit."
However, the keen Camillian immediately saw Kyle's thoughts, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart. Although she was a psychiatrist, she also had a serious mental illness, so she became a solitary person.
It's just that after so many years, even the old woman didn't think about curing her. Instead, the man in front of her looked at her with concern.
"Since he dares to negotiate alone, he has also long been aware of the possibility of a forced breakthrough, so he must have set a destination."
That's the building where the gang is.
Everyone followed Kyle's gaze and saw the gang's stronghold. Hela looked confused. Didn't she say before that it was Daoud who brought the gang to the foreign community? Why would the gang be willing to go against Daou now? Was there pressure from Germany to take in Najit and the people from the Sheriff's Department?
"Hey, the Riddler is not welcome in the Syndicate. Just make it clear to me."
"It's very simple. Daoud and them had a cooperative relationship before, one side provided a safe place, and the other side was responsible for paying. But this cooperation ended when Daoud launched a riot, because after that, the foreign community had It is no longer 'safe' for gangsters, and even now they are blocked here, and many criminal evidence cannot be transported out. When the Security Bureau surrounds this place, they will be completely finished."
"Oh, you mean the addictive stuff."
"That's right."
Speaking of this, Hela seemed to see something dirty and said no more questions. She had seen enough poisonous insects in the Syndicate, but she didn't expect that there were so many people in the new city who liked to eat those disgusting things.
"Are you just waiting for the mastermind to show up?"
"Of course, he will definitely appear before the next general attack by the Public Security Bureau. After all, he has worked so hard to lead such a riot, and there is no way he will let it end like this."
Wait, guys from the Ninth Organization, let me take a good look at what the target is that you are pursuing.
