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Chapter 172: Too fierce! Various immunities!

"RPG!!" The NYPD emergency action team member in charge of the front turned around suddenly and shouted to his teammates behind him.

I saw an RPG high-explosive bomb leaving a trail of smoke and flying rapidly towards the second police Saab vehicle.

Seeing this, four special forces members flew to their left and right, and the PRG high-explosive bomb hit the police car, causing a violent explosion.

A fireball rose up and several special forces members who were close to it were blown away. After their bodies flew several meters in the air, they fell heavily to the ground, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

The next second, the windows on the buildings on both sides of the street were suddenly opened, and pistols, submachine guns, AK47s and all kinds of weapons were leaning out of the windows, firing at the police cars downstairs.

Da da da da da——

Pierre commanded the emergency action team members to respond quickly, kneeling on one knee, aiming at the nearest window, and launching a counterattack.

"Ah! Pym's been shot!"

"Ammo, ammo, I'm out of bullets!"

"Here, catch it!"

"Oh my God, there are so many of them!"

"Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!"

"Mom! I'm going to be a firefly!!"

Another RPG high-explosive shell was fired, and the SWAT's Chevrolet Suburban was blown into the sky and overturned after landing.

In the sky, Mahone sat in the helicopter and looked at the situation below. He picked up the radio and shouted:

"FBI calling the National Guard. This is Alexander Mahone. A large-scale armed prisoner carjacking has occurred in Manhattan. Please send the National Guard to support..."

Before Ma Hong could finish his words, an RPG rocket fired from the rooftop exploded towards the helicopter Ma Hong was riding in.

"Be careful!!" Ma Hong shouted!
The pilot pushed the joystick to the left, and the rocket almost brushed past the tail of the helicopter...

Inside the armored prison van.

"Hahahahaha!" Little Guzman laughed wildly. "Wow, wow, wow, they came to save me."

The sound of clanging came from outside the vehicle into the vehicle. It was the sound of bullets hitting the armor on the outside of the armed prison van.

The special agent next to Roy turned his head and looked at Roy. Listening to the continuous explosions outside and the screams for help coming from the headphones, the special agent swallowed again.

On the other hand, Roy didn't even move during the whole process. He just stared at the little Guzman sitting opposite him with cold eyes.

Little Guzman laughed out loud: "Listen to the gunshots outside. Do you think a lot of people are coming? Hahahaha! Exciting!"

The special forces member next to him asked Roy: "Do we need to do anything?"

Roy raised his hand and shook his fingers twice, indicating that he didn't need to do anything and just wait quietly.

The special forces soldier leaned his back against his chest, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Roy could feel that the man next to him was very nervous.

A huge explosion sounded in the carriage, and there were more and more calls for help on the radio. Since the police were ambushed, the criminals, who had not received any professional training, actually had the upper hand for a while.

Time is ticking by every second...

A TV helicopter in the sky broadcast the entire live broadcast of the event. Television stations across the federation interrupted the broadcast of the news and used CNN's television signal for live broadcast across the federation.

Residents from all states of the federation have gathered in front of their televisions, large screens in supermarkets, televisions in bars, and all channels that can see the live broadcast are currently broadcasting the situation on the scene.

Even the president was watching the broadcast on TV in his office in the White House, and he ordered an emergency cabinet meeting.

Mia learned from the police radio that the escort convoy was ambushed. Without saying a word, she drove the patrol car code-named 404 alone and headed straight for Manhattan.

After receiving the news, Richard had no time to report to the bureau and rushed over directly with the members of Team B.

After learning that the escort team had been attacked, Chief Colin immediately assembled all available police officers and headed straight for Manhattan.

As for the orders from the General Administration, screw them...

Inside the armored prison van.

Little Guzman blew a whistle and smiled as he looked at the two NYPD special agents whose faces were covered in front of him: "Hey, guys, can't you see the situation now? Your people have been beaten to a pulp. It's still not too late for me to let go now. Otherwise, when they rush to this prison van, I'm afraid both of you will die here."

Little Guzman, shaking his head, began to laugh triumphantly.

Turning his head to the special forces member next to Roy, Guzman Jr. said with a smile: "Hey, as long as you kill him and save me, I will give you an extra 1000 million US dollars, what do you think?"

Gollum-

At the same time, thick smoke was rising around the armored prison van. Someone was throwing smoke bombs towards this side.

There are still gunshots outside...

Through the narrow bulletproof window, little Guzman saw the thick smoke outside. He turned around and looked at the special forces member next to Roy again: "They are coming soon, right? After they break the door, do you think they will kill you without me to protect you?"

Gollum-

Little Guzman continued his psychological attack: "Now those people outside are bloodthirsty, do you think they dare not kill the police officer?"

Gollum-

Suddenly, the armored prison van Roy was riding in shook violently.

Outside, two masked gangsters took advantage of the smoke to rush to the first armored prison van and used explosives to blow up the front windshield of the armored prison van.

When the bandits found that Guzman Jr. was not in the first armored prison van, they rushed straight to the second one. When they passed a wounded police officer lying on the ground, the bandits shot and killed him without any hesitation.

In front of the driver and co-pilot, the bandits attached a piece of sticky explosive to the front windshield of the second armored prison van, inserted the detonator, pulled out the ignition tube, and the fuse began to burn.

The criminals quickly hid on both sides of the prison van.

The driver and co-pilot stared with their eyes wide open at the high explosive stuck to the windshield, ready to explode. For a moment, they did not take any effective self-rescue action and seemed to be completely confused.

boom--

A huge explosion sounded.

The body of the armored prison van that Roy was riding in began to shake violently again.

The bulletproof glass was blown to pieces, and the flying glass fragments were like shrapnel, flying all over the cab and hitting everywhere.

After the explosion, thick smoke billowed out.

The two gangsters stepped on the bumper and leaned into the cab of the prison van. As the smoke gradually dissipated, the driver and co-driver were blown to pieces with blood all over their faces. They were unable to move and were struggling to breathe with their last breath.

Looking at the dying prison van driver, the gangster shouted, "Tell me, is Little Guzman in this car?"

"Please... don't kill me..." The driver murmured weakly, but the sound could not reach the ears of the gangsters at all. The gunshots at the scene were too loud.

"Tell me, is Little Guzman in this car?"

The masked bandit asked again.

The driver nodded slightly...

boom--

The masked gangster used a Desert Eagle to blow up the driver's head, and another gangster used a large-caliber revolver to blow up the co-pilot's head. The gangster pulled out an M4 assault rifle from the co-pilot's arms and jumped out of the car. Under the cover of the smoke at the scene, he circled the prison van.

clap clap-

One of the gangsters slammed the outside of the prison van with his hands and shouted into the car: "Mr. Guzman, don't worry, we are here to save you!"

Little Guzman in the car heard the clapping noise outside and immediately burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! They are coming. Hey, man, it's not too late now."

The two men were unmoved when they met, and Guzman Jr. continued his verbal attack: "No matter which of you kills whom, I will give the other one an extra $1000 million!"

Gollum-

Outside, a dozen armed gangsters suddenly rushed out from the buildings on both sides of the street near the armed prison van, several of them carrying cutting equipment.

"You two, cut this car open!" the gang leader ordered loudly, "The rest of you stay here and don't let those damn PD get close!"

The welding gun and cutting machine were placed next to the vehicle. One of them lit the nozzle of the cutting gun. With a whoosh, flames spurted out, and the man began to use high temperature to cut the armor plate of the armed prisoner van.

Inside the car, Roy and the special forces member beside him saw that the cutting point began to melt slowly, and the special coating inside began to emit smoke under the high temperature.

"Hahaha! Kill, kill, 1000 million!"

The two of them quickly put on the gas masks hanging beside them.

The smoke concentration in the car continued to increase, and little Guzman, who was not wearing a gas mask, began to cough.

As the line of sight inside the car gradually decreases...

suddenly!

The special forces member suddenly pulled out the dagger inserted in the left side of his tactical belt, held the knife in his backhand, swept his right arm, and the blade went straight to Roy's neck.

At the critical moment, Roy raised his left arm to block, and the tip of the knife stopped two millimeters away from Roy's neck.

Seeing that the dagger was blocked, the special agent quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist with his left hand.

Roy did not give the man any chance to shoot. After blocking the attack with his arm, he turned over and grabbed the man's left hand with his right hand, and then pressed it down. With a "click", the man's wrist was broken by Roy, and then a muffled groan was heard...

[Grip Inward: Wrist Strength +1]

Roy took the pistol from the other person's hand and pulled the trigger three times in a row while pointing at the other person's gas mask.

bang bang bang-

Three gunshots were heard.

Three holes were punched in the gas mask, and the eye mask was completely stained red by the splattered blood. The special agent tilted his head and went to see God.

"Wow, wow, wow, what a cool move, hey! Buddy! Are you Jackie Chan?" Guzman Jr. clapped his handcuffed hands, "Man! Good job, 1000 million is yours."

Roy ignored the nonsense-talking little Guzman and turned his head to look at the cutting area. The flame from the spray gun outside had penetrated into the inside, and the steel armor part had been cut vertically by about 30 centimeters.

The smoke density in the car was getting higher and higher, visibility quickly dropped to 1 meter, and little Guzman started coughing violently...

After seeing the opponent's cutting speed, Roy quickly came to the tailgate. He checked the door lock and tried to open the tailgate. After two attempts, it didn't open. It seemed that it could only be opened from the outside, and a special key was required.

cough cough-

Little Guzman's coughing became more and more severe.

After thinking for a while, Roy took off his gas mask, walked to Guzman Jr. in the thick smoke, and put on the gas mask for him.

These stupid gangsters didn't even consider whether the people in the car would be suffocated by the poisonous gas before cutting.

Roy held his breath...

The high vital capacity attribute allowed Roy to hold his breath for at least twenty minutes without breathing. Although the poisonous gas could not attack Roy's lungs, it could attack Roy's eyes.

Roy closed his eyes and began to fumble on his seat for the goggles he had taken off when he put on the gas mask.

and many more!

Roy stopped groping.

Why don't you try opening your eyes?

Roy slowly opened one eye.

When the eyes come into contact with toxic gas, a sour feeling instantly comes, and the tear glands begin to secrete a large amount of tears to clean the eyes.

The next second, Roy heard the reminder tone in his mind.

[Attacked by poisonous gas: Poison gas resistance +1]

[Attacked by poisonous gas: Poison gas resistance +1]

The reminder sound is continuous. As the reminder sound keeps ringing, the soreness in the eyes gradually decreases, and the tears secreted by the tear glands also decrease.

Just half a minute later, the prompt tone in Roy's head changed.

[Attacked by poisonous gas: Poison gas resistance is full]

Now, the soreness in his eyes disappeared instantly, and his tear glands stopped secreting tears. Roy opened his other eye. Full resistance to poison gas allowed him to open his eyes at will in the poison gas without being affected at all, just like usual.

Roy then tried to breathe in the toxic gas.

The poisonous gas enters the lungs and various warning sounds sound in the brain.

[Inhalation of toxic gas: Lung capacity +1]

[Inhalation of toxic gas: cerebral thrombosis resistance is full]

[Inhalation of toxic gases: cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease resistance is full]

[Inhaling toxic gases: Lung cancer resistance is full! ]

No feeling, no feeling at all.

Even if he was smoking, Roy would feel it a little bit. However, now, with the blessing of full resistance to poison gas, breathing the poison gas here is just like breathing in nature. Even the smell of the poison gas is automatically blocked.

The resistance is really awesome!
Roy, who was not in trouble, took off the bulletproof vest of the dead special forces soldier and removed all the weapons on the bulletproof vest.

Coming in front of Guzman Jr., Roy used the key to open Guzman Jr.'s handcuffs.

Seeing this, little Guzman laughed behind his gas mask: "I told you, money talks. I see you're pretty good at fighting. Come with me in the future. I guarantee you'll be very successful from now on."

Roy ignored this guy. He opened the handcuffs to put on a bulletproof vest for him. Otherwise, if this guy was hit by a bullet, the mission would fail. What Roy cared about was the intelligence, not the damn drug dealer.

After putting on the bulletproof vest for Guzman Jr., Roy handcuffed him again, took out a rope, buckled one end to the other's handcuffs and the other end to his own bulletproof vest.

He reached out and grabbed the back of Guzman Jr.'s head.

Roy pulled Guzman Jr.'s head closer...

Little Guzman: “???”

(End of this chapter)