The game system of the American comic world

Nowadays, a very popular way of answering questions called the Three Questions of the Soul is very popular in the world, "Who am I, where am I and what am I doing?"

These three questions can now perfectly explain Lingfeng’s current state.

For Ling Feng, the current situation makes him feel at a loss. After all, for a otaku who was playing Demolition 6: Siege at home just a second ago, the computer screen in front of him and the mouse and keyboard in his hand are all inexplicably... Disappeared, replaced by the bank being robbed in front of him and the Glock 19 in his hand. This sudden change made him completely unaware of how to react. He could only stay where he was, looking completely He looked like he didn't know what happened.

Fortunately, the robbers in the bank opposite don't seem to have the idea of ​​coming out now. Otherwise, Lingfeng's current position would have been the first one the robbers shot.

"Ling, why don't you find a cover quickly?" At the same time as the voice came, Ling Feng felt that the clothes at the back of his neck were suddenly pulled hard, causing him to involuntarily follow this force and stagger to the right rear. He took two steps back and leaned against the police car nearby.

Only then did Ling Feng see the four characters nypd prominently displayed on the nearby police car.

New York, what the hell is going on in New York now? Gradually, Ling Feng's mind began to become more active, but everything in front of him was still so incredible to him.

He had no idea what was happening to him. Why did he suddenly change his scene and identity while playing the game? He suddenly changed from an otaku to a New York policeman.

Although he didn't know what happened, Ling Feng knew that he had to calm down as soon as possible. After all, the current situation was very critical. No one knew whether the robber who was confronting the police in the bank would suddenly feel that his life was... Hopeless, they all rushed out and started a shootout with the police

Ling Feng took two deep breaths to force himself to calm down, and quickly observed the situation around him. Only then did he realize that there was a middle-aged male white policeman who looked to be in his thirties or forties next to him who was concerned about him. Look at him.

"Sorry, Ya'er." Ling Feng didn't know the name of the police colleague in front of him, but he still read out the other person's name quickly.

The moment the name was uttered, the memory of this body suddenly came to my mind.

Ling Feng, a second-generation Chinese American, is 21 years old and has just graduated from college. Both of his parents are deceased. Due to the employment pressure after college graduation, he had to join the New York Police Department as a police officer in a unit where the mortality rate is much higher than the unemployment rate. police

Well, as for why the death rate of New York police officers is so high?

In fact, the reason is very simple, because the security of New York in this world has never been very good. Gangs control most of the neighborhoods, and the New York police can only protect these prosperous areas of Manhattan.

"It's just my first time on such a mission, so I'm a little panicked." Lingfeng had to explain again when he looked at Ya'er's distrustful eyes.

"Well, please be careful. I don't know what the director is thinking. He actually asked you, a newcomer who has only been on the job for less than a week, to handle the case." Although Ya'er complained, his body recovered quickly. It has reached the previous warning posture of using the body of the car as a cover and leaning out of the vehicle with the upper body.

Ling Feng breathed out slowly, and imitated the actions of police officers in movies and TV shows, opening the door on one side of the police car and hiding his body as much as possible in the door, leaving only his head and hands holding guns exposed.

"Listen, robbers inside the bank. You are surrounded. Put down your weapons quickly and stop making unnecessary resistance." The person in charge of this mission held a megaphone pulled out from the police car and shouted loudly. road.

Although the voice was loud, there was no movement at all in the bank opposite.

"Damn" the person in charge couldn't help but cursed secretly, and then whispered to his deputy: "Contact swat and come over."

"Okay, Superintendent." The deputy nodded to indicate that he had received the instructions, and immediately walked aside and took out his phone and dialed the number of the person in charge of swat.

Ling Feng heard the conversation not far away and felt that this was the best solution. After all, the military quality of ordinary policemen in the New York Police Department was just like that. It would be fine to create a circle on the outside and watch the excitement. The best way to save the hostages is to leave it to professional demolition experts like swat.

The person in charge's voice on the megaphone kept repeating the previous words, but there was still no response from the bank opposite.

This situation made Ling Feng feel a little uneasy. If the robbers were really asking for money, they would have made demands now. But the silence inside now made Ling Feng feel that these robbers might be doing something. A big deal

Soon after, an armored vehicle full of swat members finally arrived at the scene.

One by one, the heavily armed swat members jumped out of the car vigorously, with a lot of tactical components hanging on the 5 submachine guns in their hands, shining with a deadly light.

Ling Feng took a look at these people's attire and couldn't help but feel envious in his heart.

For a Chinese military fan who has never touched a gun since he was a child, the dangers of firearms are not even greater than the excitement that comes from touching these things in person.

Although Ling Feng currently holds a Glock 19 in his hand, a small pistol is still much less attractive than a submachine gun.

"What do you mean, are you envious of these swats?" Ya'er turned around and saw Ling Feng's envious expression, and opened his mouth to tease.

"Yes, I'm very envious." Ling Feng didn't hide his feelings.

"Haha, then you should exercise slowly. With your current physical condition, even if they want to recruit people, they won't recruit you, right?"

"Yes." Ling Feng smiled bitterly and looked at his skinny monkey figure, which was no different from his previous life, and shook his head.

After swat arrived at the scene, he checked the terrain and the bank's architectural drawings and began to make preparations.

Some members were very quick to prepare for the attack in front of the bank, and the snipers were also in place very quickly. If the robbers inside the bank don't come out yet, it will be their time to perform.

Although these swat members are very professional, Ling Feng feels that things will never be that simple.

End of this chapter