Ao Guanhai gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, letting the blood flow down his trouser legs and soak through the cable. He climbed up to a height of fifteen meters amid the sizzling sound of the steel cable rubbing against his flesh.
The special police officers in the cabin fired crazily to suppress the ground, and the tracer bullets weaved into an orange-red light net.
Just as Ao Guanhai's upper body was finally pulled into the cabin with his legs hanging in the air, several manic Crips gang members on the ground took advantage of the chaos and were attracted by the firepower, and suddenly picked up two RPG-7 rocket launchers from behind a van!
"Take down those iron birds!" roared a Crip Gang leader.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two blazing flames tore through the night sky, their target pointed directly at the two police helicopters that were circling on both sides of the Aoguanhai helicopter and were responsible for surveillance and fire support!
Too fast! Too close!
"RPG! Evade!" The SWAT captain's warning exploded on the intercom, tearing through the roar of the engine.
Boom! Boom!
Two huge fireballs suddenly burst into life in the night sky, like two bloody fireworks in full bloom.
The first helicopter was hit directly on the tail rotor and instantly lost control, spiraling towards the ground, crashing into the cafe on the corner and turning it into a sea of fire.
Although only the machine gun position on the side of the hatch of the second plane was blown away, the violent shock wave and fragments instantly caused the fuselage to shake violently and lose balance. It rolled and crashed into a nearby office building, dragging black smoke, making a deafening roar and causing the glass curtain wall to cascade down like a waterfall.
The sky was filled with rain of fire and scorching metal fragments, falling indiscriminately like the Grim Reaper’s scythe!
The helicopter Ao Guanhai was riding in was less than a hundred meters from the explosion! The fuselage was violently blown away by the violent gust of air, and it was violently pitched and spun. The police officers and Ao Guanhai inside were thrown against the side of the cabin by the huge centrifugal force!
"Hold on! Hold on!" The pilot desperately pulled the yoke, the engine screaming under the strain. The cabin glass was cracked like a spiderweb by the flying metal fragments, and the alarms blared.
Several huge, burning pieces of wreckage whizzed past their fuselage, and the air currents they created caused the helicopter to tilt out of control again.
Below, the raging fire from the helicopter that was shot down by a rocket lit up the entire block like purgatory. Countless Crips gang members, illuminated by the firelight, fired wildly into the sky like devils crawling out of hell.
"Climb! Maximum speed! Climb!" The SWAT captain shouted while checking Ao Guanhai's injuries.
Ao Guanhai's face was covered in black ash from the fire, and he vomited blood. He clung tightly to the fixing rings in the cabin, and blood gushed out from the wound on his calf.
The pilot pushed the throttle to the bottom and the control stick was almost broken before he was able to control the attitude of the aircraft and prevent it from crashing into the surrounding buildings.
The only remaining helicopter responsible for covering the situation poured out all its ammunition like crazy.
"Damn it! They're coming again!" the observer screamed, using a searchlight to lock onto several figures carrying rocket launchers, and the heavy machine gun immediately shot them into pieces.
With the help of this precious glimmer of hope and the cover of fierce firepower, the helicopter where Ao Guanhai was finally evacuated the scene with difficulty, trailing thick smoke and amid the sound of countless bullets hitting the fuselage.
Behind him, the block near 147 Milwaukee Avenue had completely become a battlefield: the wreckage of two police helicopters was burning, the convenience store was also engulfed in flames, and thick smoke billowed into the sky. On the ground, the crowd of Crips Gang was like a boiling ant colony in the flames, and the fanatical shouts and gunshots were still endless.
Ao Guanhai collapsed on the cabin floor, his heavy breathing making his lungs feel like bellows.
He was still alive, but the loss of this so-called "rescue" was so heavy that it was almost shameful.
Three police helicopters crashed, dozens of SWAT officers were killed or missing, the Black Rabbit Squad was almost wiped out, and the Crip Gang... may have only paid with the lives of dozens of their men.
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The operating lights at the Black Rabbit Security Medical Center were blindingly bright.
The doctors were nervously treating the hideous gunshot wound on Ao Guanhai's calf.
At the end of the corridor, the cold metal cover of the fire hydrant was dented by the hard step of a shiny Oxford shoe.
"Damn it! Three people... just three fucking people came back? Weren't the ones sent out the most elite Black Rabbit Commandos! How did they become cannon fodder sent to die!" Ribs said angrily.
The butcher was leaning on a crutch, Fox had a sinister look in his eyes, and Alfred handed a tablet to Ribbs.
On the screen, aerial footage of the Milwaukee streets unfolded like an inferno: flames engulfed convenience stores and office buildings, and the streets were filled with a black plague of Crips wearing skull masks. The wreckage of the two police helicopters was still burning.
"Stanley..." Ribs stared at the blurry but arrogant figure on the screen, and let out a low growl from his throat that was almost like a beast.
After a while, the operating room door opened and the doctor came out to report: "Mr. Speaker, the bullet has been removed. No major blood vessels or nerves were damaged. Mr. Ao has lost a lot of blood and needs to rest, but he is out of danger."
Upon learning that Ao Guanhai was fine, Ribs's manic anger seemed to be suppressed a little, but the coldness in his eyes deepened.
"Save his leg." He paused, then added, "Use the best doctors and the best medicine, no matter the cost."
After the doctor left, the butcher's face was filled with a mixture of regret for not being able to rescue his brother personally and deep hatred for the Crip Gang.
"Brother... I'm going to avenge Guan Hai!" Fox said, his voice hoarse from the suppressed murderous intent.
"Shut up!" Reeves interrupted him, pointing his finger at Alfred's flat-screen screen, which showed the ever-increasing, shocking casualty figures and horrifying photos of the scene.
"See? A thousand people! Stanley can pull out a thousand fearless bastards at any time! At this time, going to fight him in the streets? That's courting death! We will use our brothers' lives to fill his filthy sea of people!"
He slammed his hand against the wall, making a dull thud.
"Stanley thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he has so many followers? He thinks his little street power can stand up to me, the man who holds the entire Chicago public power?"
Ribs sneered, his smile devoid of warmth. "He forgot he's just a rat in the gutter! I want him to understand that when the Speaker is truly angry, he can crush a thing like him without having to do it himself!"
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The smoke from Milwaukee Avenue in Chicago had not yet cleared, and the frenzied celebrations continued.
In the chaos, Stanley, the leader of the Crips Gang, got on a bulletproof car and left the noisy core area.
Although he failed to kill Ao Guanhai, this scene made his blood boil and he felt very proud.
He couldn't wait any longer and called New York real estate agent Thorne.
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