These robbers were indeed professionals. They had even brought rocket launchers.
In less than five seconds, a second rocket hit the armored car and turned it into a huge fireball.
Luke: … Holy sh * t! The robbers had more than one RPG.
At that moment, Dustin called him. "Hey, Luke, how's the situation on your side?"
Luke said, "Boss, you'd better pass on the robbers' intelligence to the commander on the scene. SWAT launched an attack right after they arrived. Several people have been killed, including an armored car. "
Dustin was stunned. "What?"
Luke said, "Just now, the robbers fired two RPGs in a row and turned the armored car into a huge fireball."
Dustin gasped. "Where the hell did these terrorists come from?"
Luke shook his head. "No, boss, they're here for money, not terrorists."
Dustin said, "Those lunatics are so poor they've lost their minds. Alright, back to business. You're free to do whatever you want, but make sure the hostages are safe. That's the first priority. The second priority is the vault. Do your best to stop them. Lastly, don't do anything unless you can do the first two things. Trust me, Luke, you'll be in big trouble if one of the hostages dies. "
Luke shrugged. "Got it. In short, we can't let the hostages die, right?"
Dustin said, "That's right. We didn't reach an agreement with the central police department. They asked you to obey the commander on the scene, but the director refused. "
Luke was dumbfounded. "What? Boss, I'm afraid I'll die very quickly if I listen to the commander on the scene. "
Dustin said, "We know, so we refused. But how much credit you can get and how much credit the Westside Police Department can get will depend on your personal performance. "
Luke said, "Well, can I ask you something? Is it okay if I kill all of them?"
After a brief silence, Dustin said, "You have to at least keep Hans alive, right? It'll be hard to close the case if you kill them all. "
Luke said, "Okay, that makes things much easier for me. I'm hanging up, boss."
Dustin said, "Be careful."
Dustin, who was in his office, sighed. "That's easy for you to say, but there were fifty armed criminals." But recalling Elsa's recent report on Luke's achievements on the plane and in New York, he couldn't help but look forward to it.
If Luke killed all the criminals and ensured that no hostages were injured, the credit would undoubtedly go to Westside Police Department.
Although the crime had taken place in the central district, Luke happened to be involved, so he didn't cross the line.
If it were anyone else, Dustin would've told them to hide and provide some information at most.
No superior could ask their subordinates to do something like one against fifty. That would be sending their subordinates to their deaths.
Luke hung up the phone and stretched his limbs. He was about to go downstairs.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang. There seemed to be a violent explosion at the bottom, and countless glass shards flew in all directions.
Luke craned his neck to take a look and realized that the explosion had come from the window on the second floor where the rocket had been fired. There was only one other person in the building who would attack that floor apart from himself.
Detective John, you're really something! How many C4s did you throw down there?
With this crazy troublemaker here, Luke didn't think it would be hard for him to create a miracle.
Then, the situation reached a stalemate.
The criminals and the police started bickering and negotiating.
Luke put on a headset and connected his fake phone to the robber's comms channel.
He heard a familiar voice say coldly, "You little rat, do you think you can scare us like this? I'll catch you and throw you off the roof. "
"Hehe, Hans, didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Send more people! I'm waiting for you. Let me see, what's this guy's name? Oh, he's wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looks like a college student. He's so big, but he has feet as small as a woman's. Those damn shoes … "The voice was also familiar.
Luke: — _ —! Fine, it was obvious that Hans and Detective John were at loggerheads.
I'll have to trouble you to distract the criminals for now.
Apologizing inwardly, Luke quietly returned to the 30th floor and took a deep breath. A moment later, he confirmed that there were fewer criminals here, and that at least twenty of them had left the building.
Hans had probably been annoyed by Detective John's bombardment and taunts, and wanted to find and kill the troublemaker.
Luke was quite confident in Detective John, who had killed many criminals before. It would be hard for him to die even if he wanted to.
A moment later, Luke heard a question in his earpiece, "Larry, Carl, are the explosives on the roof ready?"
Luke thought to himself, I think I'm on the rooftop.
Thinking for a moment, he pressed the button and said in a low voice, "Okay!"
"Hey, you guys, go down and stand guard. The FBI should be here soon." The other side seemed to be busy and didn't notice anything wrong. Luke immediately ordered, "Get some of the hostages over there. When the police helicopter arrives to pick up the hostages, detonate the explosives on the roof."
Luke said, "Yes."
He was quite surprised.
Not to mention the police on the plane, just using the innocent civilians in the building as bait and wanting to blow them up together, this Hans definitely deserved to die.
Luke didn't regret not killing the guy earlier. If Hans died, his subordinates would be free to kill people.
At the very least, Hans wouldn't kill all the hostages for money.
Luke's mind raced as he hid on the platform above the door.
A moment later, the elevator dinged, and he heard the footsteps of a dozen people.
Luke took a deep breath and locked onto three targets.
One was in the lead, one was at the back, and one was in the middle. It was a typical hostage escort.
Luke had a pistol in each hand. In his right hand was the Glock 23, which he was most familiar with, and in his left was the M1911 replica that he had just obtained.
Adjusting his breathing, he watched as the leader of the criminals appeared, followed by the one in the middle.
At that moment, the leader realized that something wasn't right. He didn't see his companions on the roof, so he immediately shouted, "Carl?"
Luke nimbly curled up and jumped down before he did a somersault in the air.
When his head was down, he fired a shot from the Glock in his right hand and killed the criminal who was about to step into the rooftop.
A moment later, the M1911 in his left hand locked onto the target right in front of him.
Bang! The criminal in the middle was shot in the head.
Landing in a crouch, Luke turned around slightly and adjusted the direction of his right hand.
Pa!
The Glock accurately blew up the head of the criminal in the lead.
There was silence. A moment later, a bunch of people screamed.
Luke put away his guns and flashed his ID at the screaming crowd. "LAPD, please keep quiet. You'll be able to leave when the plane arrives."
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