Before the senior executives in Los Angeles finally remembered to cut off the international broadcast signal, the footage inside the Staples Center had long been everywhere.
At the Los Angeles Police Headquarters Building, the young LAPD chief Michael Plank wore a dress to the office of the command center. Today he happened to have a party with several senior officials of the city's Zhengzhou Mansion.
"How is the situation now?" In front of him was the commander of SWAT and his deputy director.
"Sir, the people from the Robbery and Murder Department have already gone to the scene, and SWAT has also sent two teams." A deputy director reported to him about the current situation.
Plank pulled off the bow tie around his neck, "What's the matter with the robbers? Who are they, how many people are, have they made any requests?"
"At present, only five people have been found, and their identities are still being verified. We are trying to call the Staples Center, but the other party did not answer."
SWAT commander Robert Hicks, who stood aside, added, "Sir, I think there must be more than five robbers, and there should be at least one person in the information center that they have controlled."
Plank nodded, looking at Hicks, the commander of SWAT, "If SWAT is raiding now, what is the success rate."
Hicks understood what the other party meant and should have a success rate while the robber was not fully prepared to conduct the raid, but he did not dare to say anything guaranteed, because he could not bear the responsibility for the death of the hostages.
"Sir, we cannot guarantee the safety of all hostages now." The people inside are not ordinary people, and it is a big trouble to die.
Plank's expression did not change much, and he also knew the other party's concerns, "Prepare the hostage information and let the public relations department prepare for the worst."
"Sir, you'd better come and have a look at this." Plank's secretary hurriedly pushed open the office door.
Plank walked out of the office, and a bald black man was standing in front of the camera and talking, "Ladies and gentlemen in Los Angeles, the game is over."
The guy smiled slightly, "So ready for the show below?"
“Poverty is slow genocide, and we are here to stop genocide.”
"People suffer from lies and deceptions, and stories of opposition to us are used as good people to divide. Do you know who can make a profit from these lies?"
"It's not the poor, not the hungry, not the people who accept it, but these righteous guests." The camera pushed back a little and pointed it at the two tied hostages on the side.
Plank covered his forehead, "It was Strub and Washington, who took their families to the game today."
The picture on TV is not over yet, and the black man continues his speech, "Los Angeles can no longer trust us, so we will hold our own court here, a court for the sake of Renmin."
The camera was shaken to one side of the basketball court, and a noose was hung on the basket.
"Don't try to cut off the broadcast signal. If I find it, I will kill all the hostages here." The bald black man stood in front of the camera, and his subordinates had dragged the Strub member under the noose.
"Oh my god", the hostages in the stadium and everyone outside who watched the live broadcast on TV all exclaimed this sentence, except for the young master Xu at the scene.
He had no time to care about what this guy was going to do. He only knew that when the two of them went to hang the MP, there was a gap in the robbers' side defense.
Whether to be reckless is a question. Xu Chuan looked at a gun gangster standing about five meters away from him. This should be a woman. The AKM rifle's paddle safety is at the top. As long as he moves fast enough, he is sure to cut the other person's neck with the knife in his hand.
Then you can seize the gun and shoot it. There is only a problem. The other bandits are on the other side of the crowd. If you grab the gun yourself, it is likely to cause chaos to the crowd, then these people are between him and the robbers' shooting world.
He didn't care whether to bet or not, but Xu Chuan looked at Xuela beside him. The heartless woman was watching the robber put the MP's head into the noose with interest.
Xu Chuan looked black with a black line, stretched out his hand to cover the other person's eyes, and then took the person into his arms, "Don't look at these."
The MP was struggling hard, his voice almost cried, "No, this must be a misunderstanding."
"No misunderstanding." The black man walked over and scolded loudly, "You are Tony Strubb, a member of the 13th District of Los Angeles, and you voted against the affordable housing bill."
"You are illegal." The MP not only cried but also pissed when facing the noose wrapped around his neck. He could only beg "at least not in front of my children." His wife and children were all watching him in the crowd.
"Your crime has been sentenced." The bald black man had no mercy on him and waved his hand firmly, "Perform it."
A robber stretched out his legs and kicked the chair under the MP's feet, and the noose instantly tightened around his neck.
The people at the scene exclaimed, and they all turned their heads away and couldn't bear to watch the scene again.
This is not a traditional hanging, the chair is not high enough to pull off the cervical spine of the MP, which makes his death a very slow and painful process, and he stops breathing after at least five or six minutes.
There was a burst of crying in the crowd, and except for the family of the MP, some people all cried out, and they realized that these people were really playing.
Xuela closed her eyes tightly and buried her head in Xu Chuan's arms, wrapping her hands around his waist. At this time, she finally realized that she was scared.
The body was shaking slightly on the basketball stand, and the bald black man continued to say to the camera, "This is just the first one."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He pointed to all the hostages on his site, "I have a city council member, an auditor-general of the city's chief judge, two district judges, and senior executives of several large enterprises."
The camera swept the hostages one by one, as if introducing them, "This is a senior consultant at DeWitt Investment Company, this is the financial director of McKelly Construction, and Conari Import Trade, Caldo Pharmaceuticals, Wilander Company..."
The bald black man's eyes swept across the crowd and freezes the Asian body, "By the way, there is also the boss of UC Technology."
Xu Chuan lowered his head and cursed inwardly, "Would it be a little funny to me, a Chinese, be involved in the trouble and struggle of America?"
He secretly complained in his heart, 'Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over...'
Then the black bald man walked through the crowd and stood in front of Master Xu.
‘You are so fucking... you are really looking for death.’, what should he do?!
Xu Chuan secretly pushed out the blade of the utility knife hidden in his sleeve. At this distance, as long as he stood up and waved his hand, he could cut the other party's neck. This bastard was simply tempting himself to take action.
But he ignored Xuela around him. The woman seemed to be addicted to hugging him. She held him with both hands and never relaxed. Xu Chuan secretly tried hard and couldn't break free. Of course, he didn't dare to move too much, as it would make people suspicious.
So, ‘Okay, thank you this woman, she saved your life.’
Xu Chuan didn't say anything, and his attention was on the gun in the guy's hand in front of him.
"Ms. Xuela, the song I just now is really great, I like it very much." This guy actually said this, damn, there are actually Xuela's fans among the robbers.
Xuela raised her head in confusion and looked at the other person with a little nervous look. The bald man actually changed his murderous aura and nodded at her with a gentle smile.
Xu Chuan's eyes lit up. There was such a good thing. He wanted to discuss with the other party at the first time that the next person who killed the Verland Company was the one who was a competitor to him.
Of course he just thought about it this way, after all, it is still live broadcasting now.
The blade of the utility knife is backed back, and there seems to be no need to fight to the death in this situation.
The bald black man introduced all the hostages. Except for a few unlucky technicians in the arena, the rest were people with names and their families with great honor.
"Give you half an hour to think about what conditions these people are worth. I will contact you in half an hour." After that, the camera turned off the camera after that.
However, the robbers were not idle, but were busier. They first took away everyone's communication equipment, but did not seriously search everyone's body. These people seemed to be in a hurry.
"What are they doing?" Xuela looked at the robber's movements and asked Xu Chuan in a low voice.
"Load the bomb." Xu Chuan also whispered.
The group of people were installing explosives at various main entrances and exits. Not only that, they also took out several explosion vests from a large bag, put them on several hostages, and kept them in the crowd.
Anyway, the distance exploded, and none of these people could survive, and the remote control was in the bald head's hand.
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On the other hand, Curtis, who escaped the robbers, did not escape from the Staples Center, as Xu Chuan thought, but hid in a VIP box, because the robbers were not in enough staff and no one came to search these rooms.
The glass windows and curtains in the private room were pulled opposite the stadium, and he secretly opened a gap and looked into the field.
"This group of madmen." It is obvious that these people did not intend to leave alive, because this is definitely not a good place to control hostages. As long as LAPD is braver, he should launch a raid from the ceiling of Staples Center as soon as possible. Although there will be casualties at that time, it is definitely much stronger than now.
At this time, the robbers were ready, and now at least half of the hostages were killed by the raid.
Curtis took out a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator in the box and poured himself a glass, then took out the phone and called John Smith.
The other party almost instantly started to turn it up, without saying a word of nonsense, "Tell me what's going on now."
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LAPD has become a mess, and no one expected that these robbers would kill the hostages as soon as they were killed, and the first one was the MP.
Director Plank's phone number has been blown up. Not only the city's top leaders, but also the FBI people, and even Washington have begun to notice the situation here. The Department of Homeland Security and Baifang are discussing whether to define this as a KB attack.
However, he does not want other departments to intervene, otherwise his position as director will end, and even his regular future will be ruined.
At this critical moment, Plank showed extraordinary courage and handed over the command of the scene to the commander of the SWAT because this was an area he was not familiar with.
Then I devote all my energy to dealing with pressure from the upper level, coordinating various departments, and maintaining the public image of LAPD. By the way, there are also inquiries from large companies, and the public relations department is preparing to hold a press conference.
SWAT commander Robert Hicks has arrived at the scene, and Jessica Cotez is seriously studying the structural diagram of the Staples Center with Captain D of Team Hondo.
"Sir, I think we should seize the commanding heights on the roof and the outer buildings in the center of the arena as soon as possible to compress the space of these people." Hongdu made his own comments. After he arrived at the scene, he chatted with a few spectators and immediately realized the best time to take action, but the LAPD senior management stopped the raid.
Robert Hicks also knew they had missed a good opportunity, but he had to let Hongdu go out at that time.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "There is only one summary of all the questions, that is, how to ensure the safety of the other hostages." Robert looked at Hongdu, the captain of Team 20, seriously. This guy is very capable and knows how to adapt at critical moments. He should understand what he means.
"We need information about this group of robbers. I don't know if there is any news on the robbery and murder department." Jessica Cotez was worried that the two of them would have a conflict, so he had to divert their attention.
Hong Du took out a shell from his pocket, "Maybe he can find something from it." This is what he picked up from the passage. In theory, every bullet can find its source, which may become their breakthrough.
Jessica took it, "I'll go find the people from the Robbery and Murder Division."
To be continued...