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Chapter 113 - 113 37 Giving you a chance and you're still useless

113: Chapter 37: Giving you a chance and you’re still useless???

(3000) 113: Chapter 37: Giving you a chance and you’re still useless???

(3000) The police assault was still ongoing, but it wasn’t good news for the hostages.

Cheng Daqi was suffering the most.

He was hoping for a change by stalling, even colluding with the kidnappers.

Yet a series of actions fierce as a tiger amounted to nothing but standing still upon closer inspection.

Entertainment had gained unprecedented influence, but this influence was built upon attacking Dracula.

If Dracula Group hadn’t been targeted and subjected to a mad campaign, the hostage incident’s impact wouldn’t have risen so swiftly.

Force is mutual, a basic law of the universe.

Joel Dracula’s counterattack came quickly; he certainly wouldn’t just watch others make a move against him.

As a true American mogul, wealthy and ruthless.

Eleven million spend on the top brass of the police to kill his own son.

As a result of the actions, the increased viewership inadvertently intensified the police’s assault.

When the Hulk communicated to Andrei the information that the police had breached the front doors, the religious fanatic didn’t hesitate to press the detonator.

It’s always a bit chilly in Saint Rodu at night in October.

Yet the SWAT officers who breached the front door felt an entirely different warmth.

The large amount of explosives prepared in advance near the front door detonated one after another, the huge flames visible hundreds of meters away.

The shockwave from the explosions caused the library’s ceiling to collapse.

All the glass shattered too.

Sani trembled as she crawled over to Cheng Daqi’s side.

She was only seventeen; in her short life, she had never been this close to death.

Her voice shaking, she tried to keep her tone steady.

“Are we going to die, Cheng?”

Seeing the tears in Sani’s eyes, Cheng Daqi pulled her over to him.

“No, the police are here to rescue us, don’t worry.”

Uttering words he didn’t believe himself, Cheng Daqi tried to stay calm.

“Bang!

Bang!”

Ant-Man opened fire.

The blazing muzzle of the SA-58 was so clear in the dark library, and the officers quickly spotted this enemy.

They returned fire at Ant-Man hiding in the opposite mezzanine.

The officers, equipped with night-vision goggles, gained an advantage in the dark.

But their enemies, mostly ex-military kidnappers, were formidable—Ant-Man fired only two shots before pulling back.

The officers’ return fire not only failed to have an effect but also exposed their positions.

Using the glow from the officers’ muzzle flashes, the Hulk hiding to the side spotted them.

Stun grenades detonated one after another beneath the mezzanine where the hostages were.

The intense vibrations traveled through the floor below, rattling every pore in their bodies—Cheng Daqi was close to losing his ability to think.

“I want to ask you a question,” Sani whispered, not wanting others to overhear.

Cheng Daqi didn’t respond; he just nodded.

Because of the high tension, he forgot that they were in pitch darkness, making his nod invisible to Sani.

Sani didn’t get a response from Cheng Daqi and hesitated before asking again.

“Can I ask you a question, Cheng?”

“Of course,” realizing his nod was unseen, Cheng Daqi spoke out.

“You and that blonde girl, just…”

When Sani finally mustered up the courage to ask, she realized she didn’t know quite how to put it.

“Are you thinking about marrying her to get a green card?”

Cheng Daqi hadn’t anticipated this turn of events and took a moment to respond.

He thought for a moment, was about to speak, but another massive explosion interrupted him.

“Boom!”

The stairwell from the second floor was blown apart.

Wasp woman ferried several officers away with her own life on the line.

Yes, the kidnappers came well-prepared, but SWAT no longer cared about sacrifice!

They had been misled by Klauer and were launching their assault in a way that spared no expense!

Being too close to the second-floor stairwell, a stone propelled by the explosion hit Cheng Daqi’s leg.

He pulled Sani over, pressing this terrified girl who was close to tears, beneath him.

All their planning, all their predictions, were utterly useless in the end.

To leave their fate to chance once more was a terrible feeling!

Huddled in Cheng Daqi’s arms, Sani felt her heartbeat racing.

Was this the fear of death?

Or was it something else?

Sani didn’t know the answer.

But she wanted to finish what she had to say.

If she didn’t survive the day, she didn’t want to die with regrets.

“Cheng, you could have chosen me; I’ll be eighteen in four months.”

Perhaps it was fear, perhaps shyness, but Sani’s words came out awkwardly.

Cheng Daqi gave a wry smile, touched Sani’s frizzy hair, and replied,

“I’ve thought about marrying for a green card, but that’s too slow.

Anyway, thank you, Sani.

I already have a solution for my paperwork.

As long as we can get out, everything will start to look up.”

Sani moved her lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Yes, as long as they could get out alive.

—————–

“We can’t enter through the front door, and the stairs from the second floor to the first have been destroyed!

There’s still a guy on the first floor throwing grenades with deadly accuracy; Klauer, what do we do!”

The SWAT officers attacking met difficulties and appealed to Klauer for help.

“Use the through-wall radar to locate that person on the first floor.

Once we know his whereabouts, blast through the first floor directly.

Create an entrance and work with the team inside to corner and eliminate him.

The rest of you, keep pushing forward!”

Klauer had gone all in; today’s blunder was monumental, and his future was gone.

But there was still hope for the five million dollars; he was now aggressively attacking just for the money.

“Boss, the casualties are too severe, we’ve already lost eight men, not counting the injured.

We can’t keep attacking,”

came the dissenting voice of his deputy from beside him.

Glaring fiercely at the deputy who opposed him, Klauer didn’t immediately lash back but instead spoke with a plaintive voice.

“We’ve already lost so many brothers; if we retreat now, how can we face those who have died?

They were warriors; do we want to be cowards?

Do you want to be a coward?

We must break through today and kill all the kidnappers!”

Unable to retort to Klauer’s heavy accusation, the deputy could only obey and arrange for the use of through-wall radar.

—————–

Jax really couldn’t understand why SWAT suddenly went crazy and launched a fierce attack.

“Boss, we clearly have the bomb in our hands now.

Why are they still advancing?”

Gru was also pondering this question, and the only answer he could think of was that Klauer wanted to atone for his sins with this action.

But as the deaths mounted, so did his culpability.

Unreasonable!

Rubbing the stubble on his chin, this muscular police officer’s gaze was sharp.

Unlike Klauer, he didn’t have a powerful brother-in-law; his status today was entirely earned by fighting his way up.

Known premise one: Klauer wasn’t an idiot; he would have known that acting this way couldn’t possibly serve his purpose of atonement.

Known premise two: Although SWAT was left in a sorry state after the first assault, they had already handed the bomb over to Niangniang Temple precinct, and there was no need to trudge through this muddy water.

The current situation: Klauer was still recklessly leading his men into the attack.

There must be other stakeholders who had promised Klauer something or offered him other interests!

The Dracula Group, as a Democratic Party financier, could have incited Klauer to clear out the kidnappers quickly, either through or bypassing Tonks.

Having figured out the possible interests behind the scenes, Gru immediately dialed a number.

He needed to confirm his suspicions.

“Mr.

Tonks, good evening.

Am I not in charge of the Red Street Library case?

Why did you let that waste Klauer take over?

What he’s doing now is literally throwing lives away!”

Jax watched his boss in amazement.

This was the first time Gru had spoken so heatedly to that old dog Tonks.

“Because you’re useless even when given a chance.

Just stay your Action Team leader!”

Tonks sneered coldly and hung up the phone.

“Boss, the Governor is here.”

A police officer from the Niangniang Temple precinct rushed into the temporary command center and reported to Gru that the Governor had arrived.

Gru smiled and put down the phone, telling Jax,

“He’s asking for it!”

The officer who had rushed in to deliver the news was also a member of the white-road gang and his face changed color instantly upon hearing his boss’s words.

Boss, are you playing this rough now?

I joined the gang just for the money.

You’re now talking about killing the Governor right in front of me.

What am I supposed to do?

Jax noticed the officer’s embarrassed expression and reassured him.

“The boss isn’t saying the Governor needs to die, he’s talking about that annoying dog of his family.”

“Alright, go outside and take a look,” Gru said.

The Governor indeed should have come.

Saint Rodu was an important city in California, and as the Governor, he couldn’t ignore such a significant incident within his jurisdiction.

Niusen had rushed over quite quickly but only arrived at the scene at nine o’clock in the evening.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come sooner, but he was on vacation when he received the news.

He really did rush over as soon as he got the information.

“Mr.

Niusen, I’m Gru from the Niangniang Temple precinct.

Mr.

Tonks has authorized me to handle the kidnapping case.”

Gru was tall and spoke with a resonant and powerful voice, his eyes bright, and his face framed with a large beard, all of which emphasized his reliability.

Such a police officer would appear dependable to anyone, including Niusen.

“On the way here, I saw the explosion’s blaze and heard the blast.

How’s the situation now, is the assault still going smoothly?”

Gru had great respect for the Governor.

He leaned in slightly and whispered an update in the Governor’s ear.

“It’s SWAT who is currently attacking; this is their second assault.”

Noticing the nuance in the scene commander’s words, Niusen didn’t respond immediately but looked towards his chief of staff.

“Sir, after SWAT’s initial assault failed, the kidnappers executed two hostages live on air,”

the chief of staff stepped forward and quietly explained to the Governor what had happened.

“Then how dare they attack again?”

Gru answered Niusen’s question.

“Mr.

Tonks authorized me to deal with the kidnappers, but it seems Klauer has his trust more.

The current assault was launched without my knowledge; it was solely initiated by SWAT.”

Feeding lines.

While Gru spoke truthfully, his words were a tactical move.

At least SWAT dared to attack, while he had no intention of attacking; that didn’t prevent him from passing the buck to those who took action.

No matter the motives of the person taking action, Gru’s maneuver was devious.

But deviousness can be effective.

“Order them to stop immediately, stop now.

We can’t provoke the kidnappers any further!”

“Mr.

Governor, we’ve already cut off the library’s power supply; the live broadcast has stopped,”

Gru quietly reminded Niusen.

“I see…”

The Governor replied meaningfully.

Gru’s cleverness couldn’t possibly escape the Governor’s keen eyes, and Niusen inquired playfully,

“What would you do about the kidnappers if it were up to you?”

Gru humbly bowed his head, replying,

“I’m just an ordinary cop from Saint Rodu, sir.

I’d follow your commands to the letter.

If you gave the order, I wouldn’t hesitate to go through hell and high water.”