Stubby didn't understand it at once and subconsciously asked: "What does this have to do with capturing us?"

The Moi boy showed a gritted teeth on his face: "There are so many people-eating monsters in the city. What do you think is there to neither shoot nor pull away the monster?"

Sdubby widened his eyes: "What? They are crazy? They are police!"

Next to the Meso boy, another strong Meso boy was bored listening to the conversation. Hearing the words, he couldn't help but squirt: "Brother, are you living in the asshole of the Chicago congressman? The police are reliable, unless the eyes of the congressman who spoke are not shxt."

The expression of this sentence is a bit disgusting, but the meaning is very straightforward. Stubby suddenly realized: Yes, the Chicago police, who are usually garbage, can they still protect citizens now?

Stop kidding, they are doing evil now, so it is reasonable for ordinary people to do anything!

So it is not very reasonable to arrest people and feed monsters and get back weapons and equipment to get the Chicago policemen to get the passageway.

Thinking of this, Stubby burst into cold sweat behind her: "No, we can't wait to die here..."

The young man from the Mesopotamian sneered: "There are dozens of guns in this group of black sticks. What do we have? It is better to keep them than to have strength. Maybe we can run faster then."

Stubby was stunned: "Run faster?"

The young man from the Mesopotamian: "They want us to pull away the monsters, and they don't let us surround them, so how can we run away?"

Sduby showed a surprised look: "This...you think of it?"

"Of course." The young man from the Mexican family smiled proudly.

Stubby stretched out her hand: "I'll get to know my name is Stubby, a little white-collar worker in the company."

The young man from the Motian family looked at the hand with disgust and stretched out his fist: "Oh, brother, who is still shaking hands now?"

Stubby followed the good and immediately turned into a fist, and was unskilled but serious about fists.

The young man from the Motian nodded with satisfaction: "You are okay. Remember, my name is Dulang."

As he said that, he pointed to the Meso boy again: "This is my hardcore little brother, Lawther."

The young man from the Mesopotamian Lawther rolled his eyes: Kou De, this fool, just listened to his words and showed off. If I hadn't expected you to take me to escape? Humph, you would have died long ago.

Compared to the straightforward Koud, Lauther and Stubby are the ones who really took the right look.

Lawther accepted his acquaintance when he saw Stubby bringing his wife and children and was willing to protect them.

Compared to the others in the room, this insurance salesman is already the best "temporary ally".

Although the Stubbies are likely to be useless, it is more likely to try it than to escape entirely on your own.

In the corner of the room, two foxes, a young and middle-aged, got together, began to mumble, and became more and more like they became more and more involved in the relationship.

In a large room on the second floor above them, there were conversations between several other people: "Ope, how are you preparing?"

"About 200 people have been arrested. Lao Buer, I want to remind you that it will be inconvenient for transportation when there are more."

"Then catch another fifty people to spare. Believe me, Ope, never underestimate the chance of an accident, it will kill you."

"Hehe, put away your tricks. I'm not Director Marcas. I don't want to be beaten by the person I trust most like him."

"Ope, that's when he turned into a monster, and I was just the closest person to him at that time."

"Hehe, I won't talk about this anymore, I'll make arrangements. In addition, you must be with me when you act."

"It's OK, I'll go."

Half an hour later, the sky was dim.

The panic crowd was taken out of the building by dozens of policemen holding guns, stuffed with five buses.

Of course, most of these policemen did not wear police uniforms, but instead put on military uniforms and work clothes that were more convenient to move, and the CPD logo on the bulletproof vest they were betrayed them.

Then a police armored vehicle without any lights turned on opened the road, and more than ten police cars in front and behind clamped five buses in the middle.

Scattered gunfires rang out, accompanying the convoy towards the west of Chicago.

...

Link put a large piece of ham meat into lettuce, then drizzled it with tomato sauce and mayonnaise bread slices, and finished making a simple lunch with a large box of milk, and ate and drank.

With this standard of living, there are not many people in Chicago City nowadays.

I had to eat this lunch for at least two days, but now I have three times the average adult physical condition and huge exercise volumes have greatly increased my appetite.

What’s a bit strange is that going to the toilet is not much different from the past, but Link doesn’t have time to think about physiological excretion.

A large group of ogres wandering a few hundred meters away, with traces of eating remaining on their mouths, proving that someone's corpse was completely gone just now.

It was already 2:30 pm, and there were two hours left before the scheduled work was completed.

Currently, there are temporary simple warning devices in the corners of these five-story buildings, and there are only three places that can be accessed, which is quite safe.

Close your eyes, Link lay in a luxurious ergonomics boss chair for a brief break, waiting for the energy value and mental state to return to the safety line.

He only achieved basic qualifications in the recruit training ground for quick napping on the battlefield. He adjusted it for almost ten minutes before he entered a shallow sleep state.

In a daze, a sudden gunfire came from the south, and Link's ear moved.

The gunshot continued to sound and moved towards the north direction where he was.

Link finally opened his eyes, glanced at the time on the terminal, and sighed silently: I just wanted to take a nap for half an hour, why is it so difficult?

It was only ten minutes before falling asleep at this moment, and I can only say... it was a little better than not having a rest at all.

Instead of rushing to act, he continued to lie on the chair with his eyes closed and simply analyzing the gunshots.

First of all, there are quite a lot of gunfire, but there is a clear sense of layering in the fire, which proves that it is not a mob.

Secondly, there are many types of gunfire, but they are not particularly messy and have reasonable configurations, which proves again that it is not a mob.

Finally, the density of gunfire is gradually decreasing.

Could it be that he was defeated by a monster? Link was suspicious.

There seems to be a large number of people in this team. With the well-trained training, was it because of the group so quickly that they encountered the giant demon? Or the group of long-tongued monsters?

Forget ogres, unless the number of those things is several times that of humans, or they are fighting with faces, they can quickly defeat the elite team.

This team really caused one or two hundred ogres to be out of luck.

A few minutes later, gunfire passed by five hundred meters away from the small building where Link was located.

Link, who had checked and sorted out his equipment, put away the boss' chair for sleeping, and paid attention to the movement outside.

A few hundred meters away, the ogres nearby were still alarmed by the gunfire and began to chase the team.
Chapter completed!