The game system of the American comic world

"Boss, should we break out now?" A robber in the bank asked the boss of this operation in a low tone while looking at the Skynet screen displayed on the laptop in his hand.

"What's going on now?" the boss asked casually, trimming his fingernails with the military dagger in his hand.

"The police have sent out swat, and their snipers are already in place." The subordinate's voice was slightly trembling, but it didn't feel like fear, but more of excitement.

"Is that so?" The boss jumped down from the table where he was sitting, turned his head and glanced with pity at the many trembling hostages squatting with their heads in their hands, then closed his eyes, seeming to decide something.

When he opened his eyes again, the pity in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by a ferocious look only seen by those who had been on the battlefield.

"Do you still remember what the generals promised us before we went to the battlefield?" The boss's voice was hoarse but firm.

"They said that if we retire, we will have good benefits. We can get three years of living allowance. But now, we haven't seen a penny of our allowance." The boss glanced around all the robbers present with his eyes. The robber, then in the eager eyes of all the robbers, said, "We are just here to get back what belongs to us today, but the lackeys of the officials outside actually want to stop us with the weapons in their hands. We should What to do Rangers?”

"Ah, kill, ah!" The mental state of these retired soldiers seemed a bit wrong. They now looked like the fanatics of the turban sect that they had killed on the battlefield before.

Their boss had a weird smile on his face, muttered a few words in a low voice, then picked up the A1 at hand and walked towards the gate.

"Nicotine, have you seen Swat's sniper? Have you not been discovered?" The boss tapped his finger on the earphone next to his ear, and then asked his sniper team.

"Don't worry, the tactical skills of these swat bosses are not that strong."

"That's good. Once the cigarette butts start exploding, you'll give priority to killing their snipers."

"Okay, boss." Nicotine's nose twitched and he began to adjust his breathing so that he could fire and kill the opponent's sniper the moment he received the order.

"Tar, prepare to break out." The boss pulled the bolt of the gun, and the well-maintained automatic rifle in his hand made a "clicking" sound. This sound made him feel very satisfied.

"Okay, boss." A big man holding two riot shields stretched his body and made preparations for a charge.

"Cigarette butt, the blast time is 15 seconds, the countdown begins." The boss was behind Tar in a half-crouched posture. Behind him were two commandos, whose codenames were Smoke and Soot.

On the police side, although swat had completed the pre-attack deployment, because the robbers never gave a reply, they did not even dare to start a raid.

"Sheriff, we discovered the identity of the robber inside." At this time, the Sheriff's deputy came over happily holding a piece of paper.

"Oh, who are they and why did they want to rob the bank?" The police chief grabbed the paper and asked quickly.

"They are." Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise from the bank opposite. The swat members who were standing at the door preparing to attack were faced with the huge power of the explosion. Most of them were swallowed up by the heat generated by the explosion. A few that were far away were carried into the air by the air waves generated by the explosion. After flying freely in the air for a few seconds, they fell to the ground with a "bang" and died.

"A Ranger returning from service in Iraq."

"Hurry and save people!" the police chief shouted with eyes wide open as he witnessed his men being swallowed up by the flames.

Ling Feng saw with his own eyes that a swat member landed on the hood of his police car. He was so frightened that his hands shook. Then, amidst the roar of the police chief, he rushed a few steps reflexively and grabbed the SWAT officer's hand. The back collar dragged back to where he had been before.

At the moment when the blasting started, the swat sniper on the roof of the next building was also killed by the robber codenamed Nicotine.

The second SWAT sniper on top of another building, after seeing his teammate killed with one shot, cursed "damn bastard" in a low voice, picked up his sniper rifle and moved to a position. Start looking for the nicotine shot.

Now, the police in front of the bank no longer have sniper cover. Now they need to compete head-on with the rangers who have retired from the battlefield.

Tar held two anti-explosion shields in his hands and walked out of the bank with a fast and steady pace. The boss and three other people following behind him stretched out their heads from the sides and top of the shields from time to time. attack.

It has to be said that as the second-level special forces in the U.S. Army, the combat effectiveness and cooperation ability of these retired Rangers are simply a few blocks away from the New York police who can only shoot.

The current situation is that the New York police, who have a numerical advantage, are actually pinned down by a small team of only a few people and unable to move.

In this situation, Lingfeng didn't dare to stick his head out and aim. He didn't want to give away anyone's head.

"Hurry up and fight back." Ya'er, who had pulled Ling Feng before, squatted down from the back of the police car with a pistol in his hand and shot at the Tar group who were advancing on the opposite side.

Under Yal's leadership, most of the police plucked up the courage to stand up, picked up their weapons and opened fire on their enemies.

But the anti-explosion shield in Tar's hand is obviously not cheap. Under the attack of so many firearms, it was only slightly scratched.

After being attacked, the boss also patted Tar on the shoulder, signaling him to slow down.

Then the three people behind Tar started their performance at once, a perfect forward and coordinated shooting performance.

Every time a shot is fired, a policeman will fall to the ground in pain, clutching his injured area and screaming in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah, help me, hurry up, help me." A policeman covered his injured thigh and fell next to Ling Feng, who had been hiding behind the car and did not dare to show his face.

Ling Feng looked at the policemen lying on the ground with somewhat distracted eyes. For the first time, he felt how wonderful his life in the flower garden was.

Lingfeng's ears were filled with the sound of burning flames after the explosion, the cries for help from the people who fell beside him, and the explosions and smell of gunpowder smoke produced by the continuous firing of firearms, which constantly stimulated his nerves and senses.

He used to like to play those kind of fps games. He always believed that war is a man's romance, but now in this confrontation between robbers and police, he realized that his previous idea was completely wrong.

He closed his eyes and kept hypnotizing himself that this was just a game. You are a master of the game. This small scene cannot stop you.

But I realized in the end that it was completely useless.

End of this chapter