"Put down the gun!!" A black man SWAT, who was holding HK461D and wearing a FAST high-cut helmet on his head, kicked over Gideon, who wanted to raise his gun to shoot.
Martin Riggs stretched out his foot and stepped on his wrist and took the pistol away, "Lian, it's too dangerous for you. And, where are your ears?"
Gideon looked at the somewhat nervous man in front of him, his eyes full of mockery, but after hearing him talk about his ears, he turned his head and looked at the location of the marble statue with resentment.
The police first controlled everyone and then identified their identity in case there were bandits mingling in the hostages. These were the experiences summarized by bloody lessons.
However, the identity of the criminal in this case is relatively clear. All four of them are lying on the ground now, and the rest are just process issues.
"Put down the gun and come out from behind the statue, so that I can see your hand." The two SWATs always pointed at the position of the statue, and dared not relax at all.
"Okay, don't be nervous." Xu Chuan hooked the trigger guard with one finger, put the Beretta 92FS on the ground, and then slowly stood up from behind the statue with both hands.
He didn't want to stimulate these LAPDs at all. If the magazine was cleared, it would be so unfair.
Xuela stood beside him and watched the two SWATs try to handcuff Xu Chuan. She pushed the police like crazy, "What are you doing? He saved everyone."
Xu Chuan grinned and reached out and pulled the person back, "Don't mind, she was just frightened."
"You're crazy." In the United States, or in this chaotic scene, I just didn't want to live. "Your agent should be outside to inform Allen and Chapman."
"Madam, this is just a necessary process." A young SWAT Strick stopped the excited Shra and looked at the two people curiously, with a hint of clarity in his eyes.
The black policeman looked at the explosives arranged on the wall and called out another team member, "Dichen, come and see this. The singer is right. We were indeed saved by him."
"Yes, no wonder Gideon would kill a high-value hostage directly, which would force us to act in advance and disrupt our plans." The middle-aged white man named Deakin immediately understood the key point when he saw these arrangements.
"Boss, it seems we all owe a favor." Strick stood beside the two of them, "But it was a pity that Jennifer died. I have a photo of her at home."
"Congratulations, the photo in your hand will appreciate soon." A big guy patted his shoulder, "Do you need to take action?"
"Luka, I'm not that kind of person."
Gideon was handed behind his back, and two policemen looked at Xu Chuan with blood on his face, his eyes full of murderous intent. Xu Chuan looked at him and smiled. Some things were useless to stare at him.
Both of them were handcuffed, but the treatment was completely different. Gideon was almost dragged out. He turned his head and shouted at Xu Chuan and the others, "I will definitely let you go. I will kill your family one by one in front of you."
Xu Chuan curled his lips and ignored the threat, "My family? Are you sure?" It's not that he really looked down on you.
"Sir, don't mind?" A policeman in a police uniform asked him politely with a black hood.
"Of course not, thank you very much." The police also consider his safety.
"No, no, no, how can I wear this? The image is completely ruined." Robert, the owner of the salon, came over, took off the black hood, found a baseball cap and a plaid scarf, and helped Xu Chuan wear it. This may be the obsession of an image designer.
"By the way, this is still missing." Xuela took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, which could almost cover half of her face. In this way, the whole face was almost wrapped. Even if the media outside was photographed, it would not have much impact. Of course, it was just for the moment.
The entire street was filled with media, and Jennifer Cruz's death made these people pounce on like flies that smelled blood.
If the police hadn't banned them from getting close, these reporters would have absolutely put various shots on the faces of the deceased.
The hostages on the scene were the subjects of interviews by these people, but the people in the salon were all in the entertainment industry and all understood how to deal with these media. After surviving the disaster, they had begun to consider how to bring the greatest popularity of this period of experience to themselves. There were not many people in this industry who were mentally fragile.
Some people kept crying about how terrifying they had experienced, while others were bragging about how brave they were in the face of gangsters, but the media did not want to hear this, and they wanted to know the details of Jennifer Cruz's killing.
They know the market too much. The public likes bloody and eye-stimulating content the most. As for the truth behind the news, who cares? The most important thing is the hot topic. Now a reporter has gone to the deceased's home.
These people will squeeze Jennifer Cruz's final value completely.
The outside matter has nothing to do with Xu Chuan so far. He is seriously thinking about how to deal with this matter. It is very troublesome. Fortunately, the police said that it is still feasible to have Wayne's family helping to keep the police confidential about his identity, but the hostages at the scene saw that they had passed by with Xuela.
It is almost impossible to keep them secret. Maybe someone will tell them out now to attract attention.
At the Los Angeles Police Department, Xu Chuan was arranged to be in an office of the Robbery and Murder Department. The police were verifying his identity. Someone would come to record him later. He had also called and contacted all the relationships that could be contacted. Allen was already taking their private lawyer on the way.
Not long after, Brooks Every pushed the door and walked in. Following her, Xuela, who had already finished the transcript, saw Xu Chuan almost ran over and hugged him immediately. He could only spread his hands at the police officer behind him helplessly. Every blinked his eyes to express his understanding.
"Hello." After letting Xuela fully express her emotions, the old man actually said Chinese, but it seemed that this was the only sentence.
Avery was in a good mood now. Of course, this was not targeting the deceased, but their immediate boss made their contributions clear. Four fully armed gangsters killed a hostage in front of the police, and the Los Angeles police tried their best to subdue the gangsters who killed a hostage and rescued more than a dozen other people and a baby. These two statements are completely different.
Now there is only one question left. How to block the mouth of the man in front of him? After all, it was his self-defense behavior that created an opportunity for the police. He even shot and killed one person with his own strength and seriously injured one person. The mastermind Gideon was also cut off half of his ear by him.
Chapter completed!