Chapter 789: On-site judgment (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Chapter 789: On-site judgment (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Before Los Angeles executives finally thought about cutting off the international broadcast signal, footage of the interior of the Staples Center was everywhere.

 At the Los Angeles Police Headquarters, young LAPD Chief Michael Plank arrived at the office of the command center wearing a formal dress. Today he happened to have a gathering with several high-level officials from the city government.

 “How is the situation now?” Standing in front of him were the SWAT commander and his deputy director.

“Sir, people from the Robbery and Murder Department have gone to the scene, and SWAT has also dispatched two teams.” A deputy director reported the current situation to him.

Plank pulled off the tie from his neck, "What's going on with the robbers? Who are they, how many are there, and have they made any demands?"

“Only five people have been found so far, 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 was standing 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 has been controlled by them."

Plank nodded. He looked at Hicks, the SWAT commander, and asked, "If SWAT conducts a raid now, what is the success rate?"

Hicks understood what the other party meant. When the robbers were not fully prepared to carry out a raid, the success rate should be high. However, he did not dare to say any guarantee at all because he could not bear the responsibility for the death of the hostages.

"Sir, we can't guarantee the safety of all the hostages in the raid now." Those people inside are not ordinary people. Anyone who dies will be a big trouble.

Plank's expression did not change. He was also aware of 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 take a look at this.” Plank’s secretary hurriedly opened the office door.

Plank and others walked out of the office. On the TV screen in the command center outside, a bald black man was standing in front of the camera and talking, "Ladies and gentlemen of Los Angeles, the game is over."

The guy smiled slightly and said, "So are you ready for the next show?"

 “Poverty is slow genocide, and we are here to stop genocide.”

“People are exposed to lies and deceit. Stories of enemy versus enemy are used to divide good people. Who benefits from these lies?”

“It’s not the poor, not the hungry, not the resigned, but these people who are asking for customers.” The camera moved back a little and focused on the two **** hostages.

Plank covered his forehead, "It's Congressman Strub and Congressman Washington. They took their families to watch the game today."

The scene on the TV was not over yet. The black man continued his speech, "Los Angeles City can no longer be trusted, so we will hold our own court here, a court for the people."

 The camera panned to the 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 out, I will kill all the hostages here." The bald black man stood in front of the camera, and his men had dragged Senator Strub under the noose.

"Ohmygod", all the hostages in the arena and everyone watching the live broadcast on TV exclaimed this, except for Master Xu who was present.

He had no time to care about what this guy was going to do. He only knew that when the two men went to hang the congressman, a gap appeared in the side defense of the robbers.

Should he be reckless or not? This is a question. Xu Chuan looked at a gun-wielding gangster standing about five meters away from him. This should be a woman. The AKM rifle's paddle safety was at the top position. As long as he moved enough Quickly, he was sure to cut the opponent's neck with the knife in his hand.

Then you can grab the gun and shoot. There is just one problem. The other robbers are on the other side of the crowd. If you grab the gun yourself, it is likely to cause chaos in the crowd. Then these people will be between him and the robbers. .

Do you want to bet? He doesn't care about the life and death of other people. However, Xu Chuan looked at Xue La beside him. This heartless woman was watching with interest as the robber put the congressman's head in a noose. inside.

Xu Chuan had a dark look on his face, stretched out his hand to cover the other person's eyes, and then pulled the person into his arms, "Don't look at these."

The congressman was struggling hard, and his voice was almost crying, "No, no, this must be a misunderstanding."

"There is no misunderstanding." The black man walked over and yelled loudly, "You are Tony Struub, the congressman of the 13th District of Los Angeles, and you voted against the affordable housing bill."

"You are breaking the law." Facing the noose around his neck, the congressman not only cried but also peed. He could only plead, "At least not in front of my children." His wife and children were all in the crowd. Li looked at him.

"Your crime has been judged." The bald black man showed no mercy to him and waved his hand resolutely, "Execute it."

One of the robbers stretched out his legs and kicked the chair from under the congressman's feet, and the noose tightened around his neck in an instant.

The people at the scene exclaimed and turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch this scene again.

This was not a hanging in the traditional sense. The height of the chair was not high enough to break the congressman's cervical spine, which made his death a very slow and painful process. It took at least five or six minutes for him to stop breathing.

There was a burst of crying from the crowd, and in addition to the family members of the congressman, some people all cried. They now realized that these people were serious.

Xue La closed her eyes tightly and buried her head in Xu Chuan's arms, wrapping her hands around his waist. At this time, she finally knew she was afraid.

 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."

He pointed at all the hostages in the area, "I also have a city councilor, a city auditor general, two district judges, and senior executives of several large companies."

The camera scanned the hostages one by one, as if making an introduction, "This is the senior consultant of DeWitt Investment Company, this is the financial director of McCallie Construction, as well as Conari Import Trading, Kaldor Pharmaceuticals, Wieland Corporation…”

The bald black man's gaze swept across the crowd and settled on an Asian man. "By the way, there is also the boss of UC Technology."

Xu Chuan lowered his head and cursed secretly. As a Chinese, it would be too funny for me to be involved in the war and war in the United States.

 He complained secretly in his heart, "Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over..."

Then the bald black man walked through the crowd and stood in front of Young Master Xu.

　　‘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 opponent's neck. This **** was simply tempting himself to take action.

It's just that he ignored Xuela beside him. This woman seemed addicted to hugging him. She never relaxed while holding him with her hands. Xu Chuan secretly tried hard but couldn't break free. Of course, he didn't dare to move too much, as that would make people suspicious. .

 So, ‘Well, thank this woman, she saved your life. ’ ˆ ˆ Xu Chuan did not speak, his attention was focused on the gun in the hand of the guy in front of him.

"Ms. Sheila, that song just now is really great, I like it very much." This guy actually said such a sentence, hell, there are actually fans of Sheila among the robbers.

Sheila raised her head in confusion and glanced at the other party nervously. However, the bald man changed his murderous look and nodded to her with a gentle smile.

Xu Chuan's eyes lit up. There was such a good thing. He immediately wanted to discuss with the other party and kill the guy from Wieland Company first. This guy was his competitor.

Of course he just thought about it for a moment, after all, it is still live broadcast.

 The blade of the utility knife was withdrawn. In this situation, it seemed that there was no need to fight.

The bald black man introduced all the hostages. Except for a few unlucky field technicians, the rest were respectable people and their families.

“Give you half an hour to think about what these people are worth. I will contact you in half an hour.” After saying this, the camera turned off.

However, the robbers did not take time off, but became even busier. They first took away everyone's communication equipment, but they did not search everyone's body carefully. These people seemed to be in a hurry.

“What are they doing?” Xue La looked at the robbers’ movements and asked Xu Chuan in a low voice.

 “Put a bomb.” Xu Chuan also replied in a low voice.

This gang is installing explosives at various major entrances and exits. Not only that, they also took out several explosive vests from a large bag, put them on several hostages, and let them stay in the crowd.

Anyway, if the explosion occurs at this distance, none of these people will survive. The remote control is in the hand of the bald man.

 …

On the other side, Curtis, who had escaped the robbers, did not escape from the Staples Center as Xu Chuan thought. Instead, he hid in a VIP box because the robbers did not have enough manpower. No one came to search the rooms.

The curtains of the glass window in the box facing the arena were closed. He secretly opened a gap and looked into the arena.

"These crazy people." It's obvious that these people have no intention of leaving alive, because this is definitely not a good place to control hostages. As long as the LAPD is bolder, they should conduct a raid from the ceiling of the Staples Center as soon as possible. At that time Although there will be casualties, it will definitely be much stronger than now.

 At this time, the robbers are ready. At least half of these hostages will die now.

Curtis took out a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator in the box and poured himself a glass, then took out his phone and called John Smith.

The other party picked up the call almost instantly, without any nonsense, "Tell me the current situation."

 …

LAPD has become a mess. No one expected that these robbers would kill the hostages at will, and the first one was the congressman.

Director Plank's phone has been inundated with calls. Not only the top officials of the city government, but also people from the FBI. Even Washington has begun to take notice of the situation here. The Department of Homeland Security and the White House are discussing whether to disclose this matter. The incident was determined to be a KB attack.

But he doesn’t want other departments to get involved, otherwise his position as director will come to an end, and even his prospects for quality control will be ruined.

At this critical moment, Plank showed extraordinary courage. He completely handed over the command of the scene to the SWAT commander, because this was an area he was not familiar with.

　　Then he devoted all his energy to dealing with the pressure from the top, coordinating various departments, and maintaining the public image of the LAPD. Oh, and there were also inquiries from big companies. The public relations department was preparing to hold a press conference.

SWAT commander Robert Hicks has arrived at the scene, and Jessica Cortez and Team D captain Hong Du are carefully studying the structural diagram of the Staples Center.

"Sir, I think we should seize the commanding heights on the roof of the building and the peripheral buildings in the center of the stadium as soon as possible to compress the space for these people." Hong Du put forward his own opinion. After he arrived at the scene, he chatted with several spectators who had come out. Sentence, he immediately sensed the best time to take action, but the raid was stopped by the top leadership of the LAPD.

Robert Hicks also knew that they missed a good opportunity, but he had to let Hondu withdraw at that time.

"There is only one problem that can be summed up, and 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 his mean.

“We need information about this group of robbers. I wonder if there is any news from the Robbery and Murder Department.” Jessica Cortez was worried that the two people would have a conflict, so she had to divert their attention.

Hong Du took out a bullet casing from his pocket, "Maybe we can find something from this." This was what he picked up from the passage. Theoretically, every bullet can be found where it came from, which may be their breakthrough. .

 Jessica took it and said, "I'm going to find someone from the Robbery and Murder Department."

“Contact the FBI, they must have information on that guy.”

The commander-in-chief, Robert Hicks, has a lot to do. Coordinate the patrols to block off the neighborhood, keep helicopters on standby, SWAT is ready to attack at any time, and of course the most important thing is the ringing phone in front of him.

This is a special line set up specifically for negotiating with robbers. Robert did not dare to delay and picked up the line immediately, "I am Commander Robert Hicks, who are you?"

This question was a bit abrupt, but the other party still answered, "I am Xin Kou, you can call me Marshal Xin Kou."

"Xinko?" As a veteran policeman who grew up in the 1970s and 1980s, Robert has certainly heard of this name. It was a self-proclaimed title by Donald DeFreeze, the founder of the American radical organization SLA in the 1970s.

If you are not familiar with this name, you can look up the famous kidnapping case of Patty Hearst. The granddaughter of American media tycoon William Randolph Hearst was kidnapped from her home by SAL people on February 4, 1974. .

For 57 days, Patty was locked in a dark closet, tortured and sexually assaulted. Finally, SLA members gave Patty a choice, either join the organization or be killed. Patty, who had been brainwashed and in extreme panic, finally agreed to join the organization and changed her name to "Tanya".

"Remember those companies I talked about? They didn't do what they promised. Let these companies prepare 540 million to donate to the poverty-stricken foundation, otherwise I will kill the people in their companies. ”

 After saying this, the man hung up the phone directly without giving Robert any chance to counteroffer.

This call was made from the technical desk, and there was no intention of hiding the hostage.

 Hinko? SLA? Young Master Xu curled his lips when he heard the name. In this world, people really dare to call anything LA. Okay, I will take your surname until I force you to change your name.

However, Xu Chuan now has a question. This guy received a text message before making the call. Who could have sent it to him.