Chapter 89 Racial Equality Seems
When Gru led the officers from the Niangniang Temple Police Station to the vicinity of the Red Street Library, SWAT had already organized a two-layer encirclement.
The deaf driver showed his ID to the SWAT officer responsible for stopping the car, and then drove the command vehicle of the Niangniang Temple Branch to the temporary command center in front of the library.
"Let the negotiators go up and try it first." Crowl, the head of SWAT, explained the task to his subordinates.
“It’s rare for a busy man, Claure, to personally direct the scene. I want to learn from you.
If there is anything that requires the efforts of our Niangniangmiao branch, our bureau will fully cooperate! ”
Gru knows how to shirk the blame.
The meaning behind his words is very simple: Claure, I recognize you as my eldest brother. I can do the work, but the eldest brother is responsible for the blame. You carry it.
Klauer didn't want to pay attention to him and glared at Gru.
"Commissioner Tonks told me to have our Niangniang Temple branch set up police forces outside to prevent kidnappers. A dog jumps over the wall in a hurry. ”
Seeing that Crowl had no intention of continuing, Gru moved out of Tonks directly.
Old Tang, it’s time for this dog to play some role.
Come, be my shield.
"The kidnapper took action in the area of your branch, Gru, don't say these useless things."
Kral really has no intention of scheming.
"Do you have any good way to solve this big trouble?
These kidnappers look very professional. The windows of the trucks they drive are actually bulletproof."
In name, he is SWAT. The general person in charge has a lot of power, but he really hopes that he can change positions with Gru.
Gru is now the captain of the branch's action team, but he is the actual leader of the branch.
Although his rank is not as high as his, his income is much higher and his sources are much richer.
From this point of view, Gru's level is much higher than him.
"Claude, you are the best policeman in Saint-Loduo, I believe you can handle it well.
You go ahead, I will arrange for the police to pull up the defense line."
Ignoring Klauer's hopeful look, Gru simply shrugged his shoulders.
There must be no way around this!
I can't tell you even if I have a way. Let me tell you, you did exactly what I told you, so what if something goes wrong?
Grinning his teeth and watching Gruhun leave as if he didn't care, Klauer was so angry that he wanted to smash something.
This is the real workplace situation of the third largest local police department in the United States.
No one cares about small cases, and no one dares to touch big cases.
Hostages are very important, and leaders also attach great importance to them, but the specific leaders of the two departments actually have little determination and ideas to work.
Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes. This applies to everyone.
If there is any idiot who thinks that if he works more, he will get a promotion and a salary increase, then Krall will only draw him under his command and let him work as a cow horse for the rest of his life.
Gru hummed a tune and walked happily, leaving the temporary command center in front of the library.
He actually likes his current state.
The official position is not high, but the power is great. He does not have to shoulder the responsibilities himself, and the people above him cannot easily remove him.
It’s hard to walk up even an inch, but when you look down you see smiling faces.
What else do you pursue in life?
In other words, it's just about fishing, recruiting prostitutes, and barely maintaining the dignity of an acting branch director.
The leaders want to fish, but their subordinates don’t think so.
Because there are really some young people who still have ideals, want to burn themselves for America, and want to contribute to America's great dream.
Two young negotiators were thrown into the library like outcasts.
They wore thick body armor, helmets, and walkie-talkies on their chests.
The two raised their hands and put on kind smiles on their faces, hoping that the gangster would give them a face and not shoot directly for the sake of being sensible and polite.
Ant-Man has been guarding the door of the library for a long time, his body pressed tightly against a thick pillar, completely hidden behind the pillar.
Under his feet was a small mirror. Through the mirror, he could see everything outside the main entrance of the library.
The five of them did not commit crimes out of passion, they were really professionals!
"Hello, Mr. Kidnapper, I'm here to communicate with you. Can you send someone to chat?"
One of the two negotiators spoke first, who doesn't want to Got the first prize.
Ant-Man raised his left hand, set a 30-second countdown on his tactical watch, and then spoke. "Within 30 seconds, choose one person to stay and talk to me. The remaining person must leave here.
This is the prerequisite for me to accept negotiations with you. There is no room for bargaining.
If there are still two people there after 30 seconds, I will randomly select one to get rid of, and the countdown will start now. "
In the temporary command center, through the negotiator's walkie-talkie, Krall heard everything Ant-Man said.
"Replace the one who just spoke first. "He said on the walkie-talkie channel.
Irritable negotiators are most likely to cause big problems, so it is better to keep the calm one.
The young negotiator who wanted to contribute to the American dream was banned by his own leader.
The son of a big capitalist is really precious. These policemen are so obedient.
Seeing that the police were very cooperative, Ant-Man sighed secretly.
Okay, at least now we have a pretty good start.
"Mr. Kidnapper, how much ransom do you want?"
For the police, the best negotiating strategy is to give money.
The United States is a capitalist country after all. Even if the American people become gangsters, they still like money. In other words, most criminals embark on the road of crime for money.
As long as the money given is enough, the police may not need to intervene, and the kidnappers will start killing each other due to uneven distribution of the spoils.
“Money?” Ant-Man sneered and asked disdainfully.
“What race are you?”
The negotiator was a little at a loss,
Aren’t we negotiating?
Brother, why do you ask me what race I am?
"Eh, I'm Hispanic."
The young negotiator tentatively answered, he really didn't know the kidnapper's brain circuitry.
"Shit, Hispanics are shit, get out! I want black negotiators.
If you don't let black negotiators talk to me, are you discriminating against black people?"
Ant-Man is responsible. There are two main tasks. The first is to prevent the police from rushing into the library without thinking, and the second is to do their best to delay time.
Racist cards can also be used to delay time.
It is impossible to find a black negotiator in the San Roto Police Department, not even on the West Coast, not even in the United States.
But Ant-Man doesn't care at all whether the police can find a black man to talk to him, as long as time passes.
Just like those politicians who shout for racial equality, no one cares about racial equality. Have a purpose.
In the eyes of those robbers, the sacred racial equality is like a bitch for them to play with. Whenever there is a problem (to win votes), they want to express their opinions.
Iron Man and Thor are working intensively to lay out booby traps and time bombs.
As long as these little treasures are set up, the police must obey.
After all, they had hidden various explosives equivalent to 70 kilograms of TNT in the library in advance.
These explosives are powerful enough to blow the library to pieces.
"Faker! He wants me to find a black negotiator to talk to him?
He also said that our San Roto Police Department is racist?"
Clauer He was furious at the kidnapper's demands.
The San Roto Police Department is certainly racist.
But, I discriminate ≠ you can say.
“Boss, we can find someone to paint him with some black paint and let him pretend to be black.
Once the helmet is put on and the body armor is put on, the kidnappers will look at it no matter what. It won’t come out.”
If not for the outstanding people in the United States, it would be a shocking plan for Krall’s idiot to just open his mouth.
Darken your skin to pretend to be black, you don’t even have a face!
If the ancestors of the United States knew that their children and grandchildren could do such nonsense, they would probably be so angry that they would jump out of the coffin and kill them all!
(End of this chapter)