chsdbacks Chapter 135, Section 32: Street Gunfight
Chapter 135, Section 32: Street Gunfight
Chapter 135, Part 32: Street Gunfight (Third Update)
Under Gordon's guidance, the rescued passengers left the carriage in an orderly manner.
But they still didn't give Gordon a friendly look; instead, they lined up to shake hands and thank Qin Wei, who was dressed in strange clothes.
It seems that public trust in the Gotham Police Department cannot be restored by one or two operations.
During this period, two more buses exploded. According to Mr. Hacker's information, one of them was driven too slowly while turning, and the other was detonated by a sniper shot fired by corrupt police.
Five buses exploded within just one hour of the game starting.
The scales seem to tip in favor of the Joker.
However, as reinforcements from the gang and Harvey arrived one after another, the police's efforts to stop them slowed down. After the initial chaos, the trapped passengers on the bus gradually calmed down, and the situation entered a long tug-of-war.
Gordon drove off to find the next target for reinforcements, while Mr. Hacker was busy analyzing the Joker's location when the radio signal was hijacked.
Before the results are in, Qin Wei plans to support Harvey together with Selena.
"Promise me you won't kill anyone again, and if it's necessary, don't do it in front of me like this time."
After a difficult internal struggle, Gordon finally decided to abandon the arrest of Qin Wei.
In fact, he doesn't have the authority to make arrests now.
Just now, he learned that he had been dismissed from his post and was wanted by the state police.
The corrupt cops in Gotham twisted the truth and fabricated evidence to accuse him of being on the same side as the Joker.
Gordon's values underwent a dramatic change after being betrayed by his colleague. If his minimum requirement for allies before was not to kill, now he only hopes that they will not deviate from their original intentions.
If only a rain of blood can wash away the stench that has seeped into Gotham, then let the rain come even harder.
"Chief Gordon, I don't think you can stay in this police station any longer. Why don't you come with me to Os's gang? After we take down Falcone, I can recommend you for the third-in-command position." Qin Wei, always eager for drama, added another blow to Gordon's already fragile heart.
"I'll consider it."
Surprisingly, Gordon answered the question seriously.
Meanwhile, at an intersection in Gotham's new city center, a fierce gunfight is taking place between corrupt police and gangsters over an exploded bus.
Fifteen minutes earlier, the corrupt police had blown up a bus and were about to flee when a pursuing gang punctured their tire. The two police cars lost control and collided in the middle of the street, forming a perfect triangular obstacle course.
Realizing they couldn't escape, the corrupt police group led by Officer Carls launched a counterattack under cover and called for backup.
The gang, not to be outdone, began to disperse and search for cover after one of their sports cars was blown up by a rocket launcher.
The gunfire quickly attracted more gangs to join the battle.
There is an irreconcilable conflict between small gangs and corrupt police officers. Unlike behemoths like the Roman Empire, small gangs have paid a lot of protection money to the police in order to survive in Gotham. However, because they are in a lowly position, they still have to be mindful of the police's attitude even after paying money.
This can't be paid for, that requires extra money, and if you're not careful, you can easily get beaten up by seasoned police officers. These debts have accumulated and piled up like a thick layer of straw in the hearts of gang members.
A single spark fell, and in the blink of an eye, the wildfire raged.
Although their equipment was far inferior to that of the police, the small gang had a large number of members. Faced with a common enemy, they put aside their personal grudges and fought each other with guns, creating a scene of unity.
Despite their small size, they were a formidable force. Under their organized counterattack, the Gotham police not only failed to defeat their opponents as expected, but instead suffered a series of defeats. If it weren't for the constant arrival of police cars from all directions to provide support, they would have collapsed long ago.
Despite the somber atmosphere of a blizzard, the crossroads was unusually bustling.
Stray bullets flew through the wind and snow, grazing the burning car body with a clanging sound; grenades traced graceful arcs across the gray sky, their explosions leaving striking black patches on the snow.
Like firecrackers lit during the New Year, the crackling sound could be clearly heard even from a block away.
"Someone must be directing those sons of bitches to call in a sniper to blow their heads off—ahh ...
Officer Carls was directing the battle while leaning against his patrol car, its tires punctured, when a stray bullet ripped off half of his ear.
He was in so much pain that he clutched his wound and cried out to the police officer next to him.
"Pick it up! I'll make you pick up your ear!!!"
On the other side of the battlefield, Harvey Dent, who had fired two shots, retreated into cover.
His marksmanship wasn't that good; he was just lucky to have managed to hurt Karl.
"Does anyone still have .56 ammunition?"
He removed the empty magazine, touched Gan's tactical belt, and shouted for backup.
"Here I am, here I come!!!!"
"grateful!"
As Harvey caught the magazine thrown to him by a gang member from behind another cover, he suddenly felt a strong sense of unreality.
God, what am I doing!
When he took office, he had prepared himself for the worst. But if anyone had told him then that six months later he would be working with gangsters and beating up his colleagues, he would have thought they were crazy. As it turns out, reality always exceeds one's imagination and is unpredictable.
Harvey reloaded and pulled the bolt, then poked his head out from behind cover and fired a few more shots. Just as he sensed the weakening of the black police's firepower, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
The weakening of the enemy's firepower most likely indicates that they are gathering manpower to prepare for a pincer movement. Once the encirclement is complete, the evenly matched battlefield situation will undoubtedly be broken.
Unlike the enemy's planned reinforcements, the gang members were randomly drawn into the battlefield by the sound of gunfire, making them less susceptible to command and control.
Waiting for support is a pipe dream; if adjustments aren't made quickly, they will gradually find themselves in a passive position.
After a moment's thought, Harvey decisively issued the second round of instructions:
"Teams three and four will flank and intercept the enemy from the 9 o'clock and 3 o'clock positions respectively, and the rest of the team will hand over all the throwing weapons to them."
He had to stay on the front line, shouldering the heavy responsibility of suppressing enemy fire and covering his teammates' flanking attacks.
Meanwhile, Harvey's command was observed by the snipers who had just reached the high ground.
"Southerly winds at force 6, blizzard conditions, severely impaired visibility, I only have one chance—"
A barely perceptible glint flashed in the sniper scope through the snowstorm as the corrupt police sniper adjusted his breathing and placed his finger on the trigger.
Exhaling the last breath of stale air, the warm gas turned into a wisp of white smoke and dissipated in the air.
Goodbye, Harvey.
boom!
Just before he was about to fire, a sudden bullet pierced the sniper scope. The bullet, carrying shards of glass, pierced the sniper's eye, and the terrifying impact shattered half of his skull.
With a sudden release of his wrist, the sniper rifle and a warm body fell from the building, disappearing into the snowstorm.
"US$100,000 has arrived!"
On top of the water tank of the high-rise building diagonally opposite, Floyd whistled a melodious tune.