The conference room was a mess. The long conference table where Luke and Jimena had been earlier was riddled with holes. One of the criminals was lying on the table with bullet holes all over his body, and the other one was lying on the other side of the door.
Hehe, John was quite an awesome guy! Luke chuckled inwardly.
He didn't even need to try. His Sharp Nose told him that it was Detective John McClane inside.
Then, Detective John said something into a walkie-talkie. Then, he yelled furiously, "F * ck, I made a fake police report. Come and catch me. I'm in the Nakatomi Building." Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't bring his phone with him.
Looking at the man who was barefoot and wearing a tattered singlet, Luke admired him in his heart.
Detective John wasn't like Luke, who had a system and was far stronger than a regular human being.
He was just a regular police officer, but he was bold enough to fight fifty robbers.
However, with Detective John's interference, Luke felt that it would be better if he didn't meet the man.
For one thing, Detective John's wife, the female executive named Gennero, had probably fallen into the robbers' hands.
Luke had learned this when he accidentally chatted with Jimena earlier. Jimena said that Gennero had a husband who was a detective in New York.
So, should Luke help John rescue Ms. Gennero once he got out?
Secondly, Luke was a LAPD officer, but John wasn't. If they worked together, it would mean that Luke approved of John's actions, and that he would have to take responsibility if anything went wrong.
Thirdly, Luke wouldn't be able to use his full strength if he was with Detective John, which would be binding his own hands and feet.
It was better for him to quietly help clean up the robbers. In any case, he wouldn't recognize the wrong person! Thinking that, Luke was about to slip away.
But John grew excited. "Haha, they're here. They're finally here."
A moment later, he shouted in disappointment, "Damn it, why is there only one police car?"
But he soon took action. Luke watched Detective John with great interest. A moment later, he couldn't help but applaud him inwardly. Smart move.
Detective John smashed a big hole in the window and threw the body of the gangster he had shot down into the hole.
This time, it was impossible for the police car downstairs not to see it.
With Luke's keen ears, he seemed to have heard the sound of the roof collapsing. It had definitely hit a car.
When he came over just now, the car in front of the company had not stopped, so the corpse could only have hit the police car that had just arrived.
Intense gunshots rang out downstairs. Luke shook his head, knowing that the central district police department would definitely be mobilized.
Now that he knew what these robbers wanted to do, he was not in a hurry.
Besides, John had already called the police, so he had to contact his boss.
Luke went to the top of the building and dialed a number on his phone.
A moment later, Dustin said, "I'm Dustin."
Luke said, "Boss, I'm Luke. I'm currently in the Nakatomi Building in the central district. There's a group of armed bandits here, all of them armed with heavy firepower. There are about forty to fifty of them, and they're holding more than fifty hostages. However, the police from the central district were about to arrive. Someone had just thrown a body into their police car. Boss, can I ask your opinion on this? "
After a brief silence, Dustin finally said, "Tell me everything you know about the other party."
Luke quickly told him everything. Dustin grew excited. "Since you're inside, be careful. Hide for now and don't act rashly. Wait for my notice." He then hung up.
Luke knew that Dustin had to be talking to the chief of Westside.
This case happened in the central district, and logically speaking, Westside shouldn't be involved.
But Luke happened to be at the crime scene, which gave Westside a chance to intervene.
Dustin hadn't replied yet. Standing on the rooftop in the cold wind, Luke felt a little bored.
Suddenly, there was a sound from the rooftop behind him.
Luke immediately came back to himself. He stuck close to the side of the rooftop and took a deep breath, only to smell three people. And … C4?
F * ck! They truly were a professional gang. They even brought out C4.
Luke quietly took out a Glock 23 from under his armpit.
Hurried footsteps rang out as the door to the rooftop was pushed open, and three people dashed out.
Their movements were fast and they were not prepared.
After all, Detective John was already being chased by their men, and wouldn't run to the rooftop.
Luke calmly fired the Glock without any hesitation.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
They were less than two meters away, and they were all aimed at the back of the head. Luke didn't even bother with a double shot, but shot them one by one like a child shooting balloons.
Luke listened to the rooftop and made sure that there was no sound, before he examined their equipment.
Apart from the C4, there were detonators, ropes, and wires.
In the end, Luke only took down one of them's UMP and loaded it. As for the C4, he simply tossed it down in the square below.
The criminals wanted it? He could go down to the square and pick it up.
Luke was about to go downstairs, when he saw that police cars had arrived and several searchlights were on in the direction of the building.
He stopped, and saw a team of SWAT officers.
Looking at the eight of them, Luke was rather annoyed. Did they get the wrong intelligence? There were forty to fifty armed criminals here, and you dared to charge in with just eight people? Did the commander have a pig's head?
But what could he do now?
Fire a warning shot? The SWAT officers weren't cowards. They would instead speed up to the building and seek cover.
Make a call? They wouldn't make it in time.
If the SWAT team had been more careful and gathered intelligence before taking action, Dustin's intelligence would've definitely been passed to them.
But the commander was too impatient. He had sent the SWAT officers out the moment they arrived, and didn't give Dustin any time to pass on the information.
Luke watched helplessly as the SWAT officers disappeared into the ground floor of the building.
As he expected, intense gunshots rang out a moment later, and Luke could even hear screams in between. It was clear that the SWAT officers had been ambushed.
Luke was lost for words. There was nothing he could do since Dustin hadn't done anything yet.
No matter how capable he was, he couldn't bypass the Westside Police Department to command the officers of the central district.
Not just him, even the chief of the Westside Police Department couldn't do that.
A moment later, a light armored car drove out.
Luke's eyes lit up. LAPD was different. They could pull out such things casually, and regular criminals wouldn't be able to do anything to such armored cars.
But he was stunned in the next moment.
With a whoosh, a line of fire shot out from somewhere on the second floor of the building.
Boom!
The armored car that had been driving up the steps was hit by a rocket.
"F * ck!" Luke couldn't help but curse.
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