"Also, inform the perimeter to stop any teams that come in with dozens of people, and don't let them in." Selina was talking to her colleagues at the eastside police department.
Nobody had any objections.
Just now, this female detective, whose face was half covered by a cap and sunglasses, didn't show any weakness in the face of dozens of criminals. She opened fire whenever she found an opportunity, making it impossible for the other party to surround the security guards and officers.
In the end, she even killed many criminals in a row. She was truly brave and fierce.
As soon as she gave the order, Stark Industries' security guards obeyed.
It couldn't be helped. The head of security had already been knocked out by the criminals' first attack. If they were lucky, he might still be saved if they sent him to the hospital.
Two security captains were also shot one after another. Although they weren't fatal, they still had to be sent to the hospital.
Without a leader for the time being, Stark's security guards could only follow Selina's orders.
In comparison, the veteran officers of the eastside police department were much smarter. They subconsciously took cover at the sound of gunshots, and didn't stick their heads out easily.
They also stuck their guns out every now and then and fired a few "random shots" at the criminals. They were truly more effective than Stark's security guards.
Thus, none of the eastside officers at the security checkpoint were injured.
While Selina was calmly commanding the officers, Luke was running like crazy.
Keeping his speed at the level of a normal person's hundred-meter run, he broke a glass window with his gun and rushed out of the building through the window.
This was the back of the building, and there were fewer people here.
But seeing that there were still a lot of tourists around, Luke sighed.
The countdown in his heart was about to end, and he had no time to hesitate.
Luke sped up and rushed to a manhole. He kicked it off, and the heavy manhole cover flew out. He wrapped the two bags in his hands with special rope darts and quickly and steadily dropped them into the hole.
He raised his hand, and the rope darts returned to their original shape and were quickly retrieved.
After quickly retreating a long distance, Luke reminded Selina in his earpiece, "Selina, tell your colleagues to get ready. There might be an explosion later. They have to maintain order as soon as possible and don't cause any more trouble."
Selina simply said "Got it," before she roared, "Move, move! There's going to be an explosion later …"
Luke was amused.
It had been a long time since Selina yelled at someone in such a loud voice. How nostalgic.
Looking at the open sewer in the distance, he couldn't help but mutter inwardly, Stark Industries … won't be so stingy as to ask me for compensation, right?
Just as he was thinking about this, a loud rumble erupted in the sewers.
In the blink of an eye, several manhole covers nearby flew into the air.
Fortunately, there weren't too many people there, and no one was standing near the manhole cover. Although the crowd was shocked, and some fell to the ground, no one was injured.
He heaved a sigh of relief. "Looks like it won't be a big problem."
Then he wrinkled his nose. "This is … a sewage pipe? It's so f * cking smelly! "As he spoke, he quickly lowered the sensitivity of his sense of smell.
A moment ago, in the bathroom of one of the reception rooms on the first floor, a pale old man was sitting in front of the toilet.
The pitter-patter of water stopped after a while. He sighed. "Why can't I feel better even when I pee?"
His face was gloomy and dejected, and for a moment he forgot to finish his work.
At that moment, there was a loud rumble outside the building, and the old man was startled.
Before he could react, the toilet bowl in front of him suddenly flew straight up with a boom and smashed into the ceiling.
As the toilet flew into the air, a spectacular pillar of yellowish-brown water also surged up, before it turned into a "golden rain" that rained down on the bathroom.
The old man, who had turned from white to yellow, was dumbfounded. After a long while, he finally cursed out loud, "Ho ~ ly ~ sh ~ t!!!"
Outside the door, an old man's voice rang out. "Mr. Weyland, are you alright?"
The old man had already begun to vomit. He opened the bathroom door and said, "Mr. Takagi, please wake me up … Ew!"
As he spoke, he felt the "golden rain" on his face drip into his mouth, and he instantly vomited.
In the living room, Takagi had just taken a few steps from the window to the bathroom.
However, as the bathroom door opened, a horrible and strange smell wafted out, and then a figure covered in yellow feces appeared.
Enduring it with the iron will that he had honed for years, Takagi moved impatiently to the door after hearing what the person in yellow feces said. He tried to maintain his usual solemn tone as he said, "Okay, Mr. Weyland. Please wait a moment. I'll go get your assistant."
After saying that, he opened the door and left the room.
After calling his bodyguards and assistants into the room, he finally vomited and mumbled in a low voice, "Damn it. Why is it so smelly? Did I fall into a pit of feces? "
While he was vomiting, he suddenly saw someone pass through the hallway.
Stunned for a moment, Takagi subconsciously greeted the person. "Detective Luke?"
The person who had just passed through the hallway suddenly stopped, took two steps back, and turned his head.
Seeing that it was Takagi, the person took off his sunglasses and mask, before he put on his cap. "Mr. Takagi, why are you here?"
Looking at Luke's movements, Takagi had a feeling that something wasn't right. "I'm here with a client. I'm sorry, but can I ask what happened outside? "
Without any hesitation, Luke briefly told Takagi about the explosion and what he suspected to be a drone attack.
Why was Takagi so nice to him? Why was it that on every festive occasion, even if the guests did not arrive, the gifts would still arrive? Wasn't it exactly for this situation?
After explaining the situation, Luke said in a low voice, "Mr. Takagi, no client is more important than your own safety. I'm not sure if those people have accomplices. If possible, please drive your bodyguards to the underground parking lot as soon as possible … Forget it, I'll walk you out, or you'll be stopped and questioned for a long time. "
Solemnly, Takagi bowed and thanked Luke. "Thank you for your reminder, Detective Luke. I need to inform Mr. Weyland and ask him to leave with us. "
Luke was stunned for a moment. "Mr. Weyland? You're not talking about Weyland from the communications and robotics company, are you? "
Takagi said, "Yes, he's Mr. Charles Weyland, the chairman of Weyland Corporation. He's also the client I'm accompanying today."
Luke gave Takagi a look, and a sly old man like Takagi immediately understood what he meant and moved closer.
He heard Luke say in a low voice, "The people who launched the terrorist attack just now came on a bus from Weyland Corporation, and entered the building as employees of Weyland Corporation's communications department. Mr. Takagi, are you sure you want to wait for this chairman? "
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