My American magical life
Chapter 112 - 112 36 You still owe me two thousand dollars

112: Chapter 36 You still owe me two thousand dollars.

112: Chapter 36 You still owe me two thousand dollars.

Lisa was not the only one who couldn’t sleep.

The helmsman of a giant biomedicine corporation was suspected of abusing cloning technology.

This news had already caused a stir around the world.

But all of this had nothing to do with the hostages inside the Red Street Library.

Now, Klauer, with his bamboozled subordinates, was preparing to storm the library.

How crazy could Klauer, with no future, become for five million dollars?

He personally led the team, bringing over seventy SWAT officers to attack from five directions!

Learning from the last lesson, the officers threw a lot of smoke grenades at the main entrance.

Then came one grenade after another, continuously thrown inside.

Stun grenades, flashbangs, anti-personnel grenades – dozens of grenades went off, yet not a scratch on the Green Giant.

The moment he saw the smoke at the main entrance, he realized the police were going all out.

So, he immediately hid in a dead angle where the police grenades couldn’t reach.

Not only that, thanks to his timely warning, Wasp Woman directly teleported to the second-floor staircase.

Far from being scared by the massive police assault, it only made the criminals more vicious.

—————–

By now, Cheng Daqi had already hidden in the crowd of hostages with the reporters.

Scott was clutching at his collar, furiously spitting out saliva.

“You’re just a diabolical mustard that should be eaten, hiding in the dark, I thought we had become friends.

But your questions are just crap, got it?

All crap.

Is your mouth connected to your rectum?”

The mere thought of Cheng Daqi’s biting questions sent the blond veteran’s blood pressure soaring.

Sani tried to pull Scott’s hand off Cheng Daqi’s collar, but Cheng Daqi stopped her.

“He’s right, the questions I just asked were indeed too much.

It’s my fault.

Sorry, Scott, my friend.”

Cheng Daqi’s apology left Scott with a hollow feeling, as if punching cotton.

It was like playing LOL, when in the late game the dragon turtle finally got full six-item build, ready to harshly punish the opposing team of cleavers, only to find the other side surrendering.

“Was it intentional or accidental?”

The blond unfortunate soul asked the soul-searching question.

In his mind, he had already decided he would forgive Cheng Daqi, should he say it was an accident.

After all, everyone was kidnapped, and he wasn’t in the mood for a real fight.

“I did it on purpose.”

Thinking of the Big Intestine Boy’s humorous answer, Cheng Daqi couldn’t hold back and chuckled.

“Fak, you’re really crap, Chan, I completely misjudged you.”

The blond unfortunate soul went into a second rage, preparing for a fight to the death.

“But I meant well.

I’m not sure if we can get out alive, or if we’ll die in the police assault or be executed by the kidnappers.

I let you go first, then Sani, Kernor, all so that your families could see you.

This might be the last glance, you get it, Scott?”

Kernor twisted her hips, unsure how to respond.

Scott, though, was quick to react.

“Then why did you ask me all those excessive questions, those questions…?”

The blond veteran felt aggrieved inside; his friend wanted to help him, but Cheng Daqi had truly touched his sore spot.

“Scott, that’s why I’m sorry.

Ah, Ye’er Gubai and I went to the kidnappers to act, to put on some nonsensical variety show, actually to stall for time.”

“Stall for time?” Sani didn’t quite grasp what Cheng Daqi meant.

Scott also looked doubtfully at his crap companion.

“Yes, stalling for time with that stupid variety show, Ye’er Gubai and I staged a play, and now, it looks like we’ve been quite successful.”

Ye’er Gubai joined in the conversation, helping Cheng Daqi explain.

“We stalled until right before the police attack; during all this time, not a single hostage has been executed by the criminals, which is already a success.”

“Boom!

Boom!”

The continuous explosions interrupted their conversation as SWAT’s demolition team simultaneously blew open four breaches in the library.

Together with the main entrance, the police launched attacks on five fronts!

SWAT leader Klauer no longer cared how many hostages died; he just wanted to quickly kill Zhen Demeng and get that five million.

Tonks was there to hold up the sky if it fell, and he had given the order to attack, seemingly fearless of being held accountable.

Ant-Man breathed gently, clutching his SA-25 in hand, with a fully automatic Glock pistol lying in front of him.

The firepower was sufficient, he was no rookie, but a superhero!

Surveying the vast area directly in front of him, Ant-Man calculated how the enemy might make their move.

But this time, the police commanders had learned their lesson.

They were advancing step by step against the wall, in no hurry to enter the library.

“Wait for the front door to finish, then we go up together, got it?”

“OK!”

“OK!”…

Andrei took out the bomb controller; they had placed bombs at five spots inside the library.

As an engineer, Ant-Man had precisely adjusted the bomb’s power based on the library’s structure.

As long as Andrei could control the timing of the explosions, the main entrance, side door, staircase to the second floor, and platform on the right side of the first floor would all vanish.

In the worst-case scenario, the building on the right side of the library would collapse.

However, the small platform where the kidnappers and hostages stood together would remain intact.

That was the reason this gang of kidnappers chose the old Red Street Library building as the stronghold against the police.

With these arrangements, coupled with the firepower and hostages in their hands, they could totally battle the police for three hundred rounds!

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“Have they gone mad?

Why attack like this, they’re completely forcing the kidnappers to kill the hostages!”

Lisa could also see the consequences of the police’s actions, but the police went ahead regardless.

To clean up the mess for the big shots, the police didn’t care about the lives of their officers or hostages.

Thinking of these things, the blond Caucasian girl felt this country was beyond salvation.

“Fak!

What the hell is wrong with this country!”

Her best friend’s indignant look amused Temir.

“You should learn from me.

As long as you have no expectations of the country, you’ll never be disappointed.”

Temir, who came from a family of minor shareholders, had long seen through the nature of the American Government.

Her words might sound absurd, but they were indeed insightful truths.

“Honey, do you think there’s anything about America worth expecting?”

The question from the raven-haired socialite left Lisa a bit bewildered.

“Not at all?”

The education that the blond Caucasian girl had received had a huge impact on her; she truly loved her country.

Though her love wasn’t that profound.

“Is there?” Temir’s sapphire-like eyes were full of pity; she loved her silly best friend to death.

“The values of freedom?”

“That was proposed to dismember the traditional colonial system so that the colonies could break away from the mother country and establish their own nations.”

“But after America was founded hundreds of years ago, they’ve kept freedom…”

“We were a colony too.”

“What about democracy, then?

Democracy is always good, right?”

“Are you saying that democracy means we have the power to choose one pile of crap from among two, because if that’s the case, that’s just pitiful.”

“That’s not right, there must be a problem, these are what we’ve always been promoting, how could it be like you said…

like…”

Lisa stumbled over her words because she also felt it was choosing between two piles of crap.

“Honey, you and I, we are ‘us,’ but are the people who propagate and the ones who listen ‘us’?

Those who propagate don’t count, nor do those who listen; all values have an inherent stance of interest the moment they’re exported.”

Temir was sober as daylight, seeing things very clearly.

Lisa didn’t know how to respond to her best friend’s words.

Watching the broadcast with split-screens on the TV, the young woman fell silent.

One screen showed the police attacking from the outside, the other displayed scenes inside the library.

Due to the police cutting off the power supply, the library was now in darkness.

Her toes tensed up, and, resting her head between her knees, Lisa curled up into a ball, hugging her legs.

Setting aside those murky thoughts she couldn’t make sense of, Lisa prayed silently in her heart.

As a devout believer, she hoped that the God who only reads but doesn’t reply would show a sign just this once.

Chan, you better not be dead.

You still owe me two thousand dollars.