Chapter 30: The unstoppable gangster

At the same time as the roar of the propellers sounded, there were intensive gunshots from outside the factory.

The cronie is a master of guns. He knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the sound of gunshots.

The guns used by the gangsters are varied, and the corresponding gunshots are also different, but the gunshots outside are surprisingly consistent.

To do this, apart from the police and the army, there is no third possibility.

Sure enough, the door inside the factory was knocked open.

One of his subordinates ran in in a hurry and shouted, "Not good! There are all police officers outside the factory, and we are surrounded!"

"what!"

The workers were taken aback, and immediately stopped their work, becoming flustered.

Mrs. Gao was also extremely shocked, her expression froze directly.

The importance of the factory to her is self-evident, so she has established a very strict security system.

Not to mention outsiders, even if her own subordinates enter the factory, they have to bring them in blindfolded.

With such a secret location and perfect security, Mrs. Gao really doesn't understand how the police discovered it.

"Jason!"

Mrs. Gao had a flash of inspiration and thought of something that happened a few years ago.

At that time, fisk's wings were growing. In order to dominate the high grass market in New York, he sent Jason over to discuss cooperation matters.

Jason got into the car at the designated location, was bound with his limbs, blindfolded and brought into the factory, but he didn't expect him to memorize the driving route.

When he came to the factory, Mrs. Gao was just about to give him a slap in the face, but Jason gave the exact address of the factory directly, which shocked her.

It's a pity that she and fisk were in the honeymoon period of cooperation at the time, so instead of killing Jason, they praised him for being bold and careful, and a talent in the underworld.

Mrs. Gao beat her chest and paused, her face full of remorse.

Unexpectedly, a careless act many years ago actually brought her the calamity of killing.

"Boss, what should I do now?" the cronies asked anxiously.

"Don't panic! You quickly contact the helicopter to send me away, then distribute all the weapons in the warehouse, let these workers go out to support, and then let the blind men out to disturb the police's sight."

"But the factory has been surrounded by the police, will they let the helicopter approach?"

Mrs. Gao is full of confidence: "They will. Don't forget that this is a residential area. Once the helicopter crashes, the civilians will be affected, and they will be prosecuted by the Federal Court and imprisoned."

"Okay. I'll make arrangements immediately."

After speaking, the cronies left quickly.

Mrs. Gao was leaning on crutches, her face was gloomy, and she seemed to be a few years older.

"Jason, even if you win this time, but next time, hum!"

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The police helicopter hovered over the top of the factory, and Jason used binoculars to check the battle situation on the ground.

It's miserable, it's so miserable.

In the face of the heavily armed and well-trained special forces of the Drug Enforcement Administration, even though the Chinese gangsters have an advantage in location and numbers, they are still on the verge of collapse.

In just a few minutes, the special forces had broken through the three lines of defense and were approaching the main entrance of the factory.

Stan looked at his watch: "There are still five minutes before the Marine Corps' carrier helicopter will arrive. By then, they will descend from the roof of the factory, and the inside and outside will cooperate. This New York's largest hi-grass factory will be completely finished."

Solving such a big case, promotion and salary increase is a foregone conclusion, and Stan is very happy when he thinks that he will have an extra star on his shoulders.

He was tired of sitting on the chair of the Director of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency, and it was time to take it to the next level.

The more powerful he is, the better he can help the boss.

"five minutes!"

Jason frowned.

Just a SWAT team beat up the gangsters, and if the Marine Corps descended from the sky to cooperate with each other, these rabble people would definitely kneel down and beg for mercy.

no!

I can't let this happen, Madam Gao must die at my hands.

"Stan, prepare to rappel!"

"what!"

Stan looked bewildered, how comfortable it is to sit in a helicopter and watch a play, why go down and be shot.

"I said, I want to kill that old witch with my own hands."

Stan remembered, Jason did say this.

He reluctantly got to the cockpit and made a landing gesture at the pilot.

The police helicopter roared and landed on the roof of the factory.

Jason jumped down with the gun, and Stan jumped down with the police shield.

"Hey, why did you come down?"

Stan showed his shield and said, "I'm not worried about your injury, so if you have this thing, you won't be afraid."

He kicked open the small door on the top floor of the factory, Stan walked in front with his shield up, and Jason followed behind with an automatic rifle.

The factory was filled with a strong smell of cannabis, Stan took a deep breath, his expression was a little intoxicated: "It tastes very good, first-class!"

Jason kicked him, signaling him to be vigilant.

Stan swept around and said disapprovingly: "Don't worry, the inside of the factory is empty, and Mrs. Gao sent all her subordinates outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out, and several bullets hit the shield.

"Shit!"

Stan cursed angrily, and quickly crouched down to hide behind the shield.

No matter how tense the battle situation was outside, Mrs. Gao would not be so stupid as to leave a single soldier inside the factory.

She knew that the police had dispatched a helicopter. In order to prevent the special police from entering from the roof, she deliberately left more than a dozen people lurking, staring at the exit of the small door on the top floor.

Her arrangement is extremely correct, otherwise Stan has a shield to protect his body, and he has already died for the country at this moment.

Jason motioned him to move away, and then put the muzzle of the gun into the hole about two centimeters in diameter on the shield.

The shield is surrounded by alloy material, but in the middle is a transparent high-strength bulletproof glass. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Through the glass, Jason can easily check the enemy's location.

bang bang bang!

The gunshots rang out, and Jason started fighting back.

Level 6 firearms are proficient in dealing with these gangsters who only shoot indiscriminately, just like the COD professionals who went to the Internet cafe to solo with the human-machine god.

That's called chopping melons and vegetables, easy to write.

After a few minutes, the gunfire stopped.

[Ding! Kill 13 gangsters, get 1300 villain points, current progress: 2315/5000]

Stan was stunned and dumbfounded: "God! You're a better shooter than a police sniper."

"Don't be flattering, get out and see if anyone is dead."

Stan held a shield and walked out slowly to try it out.

After walking around, no one was shooting here. It seemed that all the gunmen in the ambush were dead.

High Grass Factory Jason has been here a few times, and still remember the general direction.

He identified the location and walked towards Mrs. Gao's office.

He slammed open the wooden door, and a shuttle of bullets shot out.

Jason had expected it, and the bullets all hit the shield.

bang bang bang!

Three shots were fired, and the cronies fell in a pool of blood unwillingly.

[Ding! Kill 1 gangster, get 100 villain points, current progress: 2415/5000]

Mrs. Gao sat upright on the leather sofa.

Looking at the cronies who were lying in a pool of blood, dying.

Her face was ashen, and her heart was full of unwillingness and despair.