Chapter 1292: Chaotic Battle

"Send the injured down!"

"Sniper, can you see?"

"Charge? Charge?"

Four people fell down in the front-line squad instantly. One of them was screaming loudly, looking like he shouldn't die, while the other three fell to the ground and couldn't tell what was going on.

Nizha gritted his teeth, his eyes red, entering the most difficult choice.

He needed to make a decision quickly: whether to charge in while the change was happening, or stop and do a room-by-room sweep.

Regardless of which plan was adopted, the risks were huge.

Charging in immediately was the most favorable for the arrest. Although the person inside set a booby trap, this thing was similar to a landmine, used for prevention. After the explosion, the police outside were confused, and the person inside must also be absolutely confused.

However, that was only for a short while.

If he hesitated any longer, he could only move forward steadily, but doing so would make it too difficult to catch the suspect alive.

Even with his tailbone, he knew that if the suspect dared to hang a booby trap on the door, he must have a powerful weapon on his waist. In fact, Nizha hadn't even thought of grenades before thinking of submachine guns, because this thing was much harder to get than submachine guns.

This meant that if he didn't charge now, the subsequent room-by-room sweep would be equivalent to urban warfare. Actually, urban warfare was nothing, but catching a live one in urban warfare—this danger was too great.

But the Bureau Chief's order was clear. Unless it was a last resort, Nizha would absolutely not disobey the Bureau Chief's order.

But if he kept doing this, he didn't know how many people would die. The Bureau Chief didn't have such a requirement, but if the casualties were huge and couldn't be hidden, causing public uproar, he, Nizha, would still be finished.

In the short chaos, Nizha's brain also fell into huge chaos, sweating anxiously.

He still had to make a decision quickly, but such a major decision might mean several lives, as well as the end of his career.

The anxiety that surged in almost buried Nizha.

"Nizha, the room behind the door and the room on the right side of the door were swept by the shock wave. The suspect is in the room on the left." Jiang Yuan's voice entered Nizha's ears like heavenly music.

This was LV6 trace inspection-explosion trace inspection, combined with the CQB (Close Quarters Battle) skill brought by LV3 pistol shooting, helping Jiang Yuan give the judgment.

At the same time, Jiang Yuan also felt Nizha's hesitation.

Jiang Yuan didn't need to consider the consequences. He took out the microphone for the first time and gave Nizha some off-field help based on his judgment.

The obedience trained over so many days instantly covered Nizha's anxiety.

Nizha didn't have more time to deliberate and said quickly: "First team, charge to the left! Second team, reinforce!"

While speaking, Nizha also pulled out his gun and charged forward with his head down.

Considering it rationally, the danger of entering the room now was still very great, but being at the scene, facing the dust raised by the grenade, and listening to the wailing of his subordinates, Nizha couldn't help but get hot-headed.

Three cameras gathered quickly, and the shaking lenses tended to be consistent.

Several other cameras also filled the gaps quickly, but they didn't dare to leave their posts, lest the suspect jump out of the window or run away from somewhere else.

Thump!

Amidst the muffled sound of a battering ram, a tall criminal police officer wearing full armor and a shield roared and charged into the room on the left.

The team members behind him all held guns in one hand and pressed their other hand on the shoulders of the person in front.

Everyone was counting seconds secretly.

If there were any more booby traps, at least half a team couldn't be trapped inside again.

Even Jiang Yuan couldn't help but pinch a handful of sweat.

The fragments of the booby trap all swept toward the right and back. Normally, it meant the suspect shouldn't be in the back or the room behind.

At the same time, there shouldn't be any booby traps installed in the only remaining room on the left.

This was also a judgment that criminal technology technicians would easily make when surveying the scene afterward. It's just that with the chaos at this time, it was not easy to see this point through the video full of mosaics and give a determined judgment.

And even if Jiang Yuan made such a judgment, he couldn't help but think of various possibilities. The probability was not high, but it couldn't be said to be impossible.

It's just that in a very short time, the judgments a person can make and the actions a team can take are limited.

And in this environment, even the worst action is better than hesitating.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out in the room on the left.

This was originally the part everyone worried about most in the action, but at this moment, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to another booby trap or a grenade rolling out, the lethality of a gun was too small.

Especially since the gunshots were all intermittent pistol shots, which was far from the submachine gun they expected. If before the war, or even before encountering the booby trap, everyone was thinking about not getting hurt, now the bottom line had been lowered to just not dying.

Bang bang bang.

The tall criminal police officer wearing full armor and a shield who had just entered started shooting continuously.

"Go go go!" The captain of the first squad ordered quickly, pressing on the shoulders of the police officer in front and charging into the room on the left.

Entering at the same time was the shaking, blurry video with mosaics.

Then, Bureau Chief Kumar, Jiang Yuan, and others saw a bed lifted up as cover, and two suspects—one tall and one short—hiding in the corner, reaching out from both sides to shoot.

Needless to say, the booby trap woke them up, and in terms of time, flipping the bed and picking up weapons was already a very fast reaction.

Bang bang bang...

More gunshots rang out, some fired by the other side, and more fired by the police who entered later.

It's just that both sides were basically shooting wildly.

The police were shooting from behind the shield, and the two suspects were shooting from the window, and neither could shoot through.

As the light blue gunpowder smoke rose, the vision of both sides became blurry.

After a chaotic burst of gunfire, the gunshots in the master bedroom of at most 20 or 30 square meters stopped suddenly.

The adrenaline that had just surged made both sides decide to pull the trigger tightly. Even for very calm people, the speed of pulling the trigger was faster than usual.

However, the gunshots only stopped for a second. During this pause in firepower, police officers immediately pulled out their spare guns.

Ba ba ba...

Somewhat crisp gunshots covered the silence that had just risen.

The two people behind the bed shouted twice and used their strength together to push the bed toward the door.

Ping ping...

The two suspects shattered the rear window glass and started trying to prepare to jump out the window to leave.

"Move aside."

The police officer at the end of the team roared, stepped forward to identify, and shot at the end of the bed bang bang bang.

This time, he used a Remington shotgun.

The bed board, which looked extremely thick, only blocked two shotgun shells before shattering into a large C-shaped hole.

Shattered wood chips and small metal scraps from the spring mattress flew around the room, making a swishing sound as they hit the shield and the wall.

The police officers in the back couldn't care about these. The newly changed magazine was emptied again, and a series of bullets hit the short person at the end of the bed, turning him into an A-shape.

Nuiman, who was to be caught alive, was tall, so the short suspect was just shot to death.

"Charge over." Nizha seized the opportunity and roared.

The full-armored police officer with a shield was the young man who had reported to Nizha earliest. At this time, he had no way out. He lowered his head without a word and rammed toward the head of the bed with his shield.

Nuiman, who had just pushed out the head of the bed and smashed the window with the gun handle, saw the miserable state of his companion and lost his last chance of luck. He threw the gun out, protected his head with both hands, and made a fish-leap dive, wanting to jump out of the narrow window.

Bang!

This time, it was the police officer hiding behind the shield who first rushed to Nuiman. Only to see him squeeze Nuiman with half of his body, causing the upper bodies of the two to be scratched by glass shards and bleeding.

The other team of police officers looking up under the window let out a sigh of disappointment. ===== CHAPTER 1293 =====