The Supreme Soldier in the City-Chapter 562 - 573: Cunning Villain

Alice Brown tightly grabbed James Brown’s arm, buried her head on his shoulder, and said tremblingly, "It’s too scary, they... they’re really killing people."

James Brown gently patted her back and said, "Then you should leave. It’s not suitable for you here."

"No!" Alice suddenly tightened her grip on James’s arm, lifted her head, and said, "I want to stay here."

"What are you doing here? I’m afraid there will be more killing soon."

"I still won’t leave. This is such important news; I want to keep filming. Besides... with you here, I’m not scared." Although James’s face was still pale, his burning eyes revealed the determination in her heart.

James Brown admired Alice’s courage quite a bit and smiled, "Alright, you can stay here."

Alice forced a smile and said, "You’ll definitely protect me, right?"

"With so many police officers, do you still need my protection?"

Alice leaned her body sideways, moving towards James’s embrace, and said, "I feel safe with you here."

James quickly reached out to hold her shoulder, to prevent her from really falling into his arms, and said, "There are so many cops here."

Alice then realized where the two of them were standing, stuck out her tongue as she stood straight. Fortunately, all the surrounding police were attracted by the murdered hostage, and no one noticed them. Otherwise, two police officers, a man and a woman, hugging would definitely draw everyone’s attention.

James did not have the heart to joke with Alice at this moment; those criminals had begun to kill hostages. If Helen Wilson wasn’t lucky and ended up chosen by the criminals, it would be dangerous. So the best approach now was to stop them from killing more hostages.

The hostage was snatched away, shot in the head, and was dead beyond help, which made all the police and special forces members filled with righteous anger, each one gritting their teeth at those criminals.

It wasn’t that the police lack a sense of justice, but they have never encountered such a situation. Now faced with this, their spirit of justice was fully ignited. Many officers began to request orders.

"Chief, let us go in; we will definitely capture those criminals."

"Chief, let us go, we are sure we can complete the mission."

John Harris at this moment also wanted nothing more than to capture all these criminals. But in such a situation, a hard approach would surely cause more hostage casualties. The wisest strategy was to temporarily agree to these criminals’ conditions.

"Prepare the vehicle!" John Harris took a deep breath and issued the order.

Someone immediately said excitedly, "Chief, those criminals are so vicious, we can’t let them go."

John Harris clenched his fist and said, "We are not letting them go. By agreeing to their conditions, they won’t have as many hostages. Even if we act, it won’t cause more casualties. Our first priority is to ensure the safety of the hostages."

While organizing people to prepare vehicles, plans to intercept these few vehicles were being made, and all the police officers quickly swung into action.

James Brown also agreed with these arrangements. In situations like these, unless there’s a surefire way, a hard offensive is not a wise choice. This way, there’s room for maneuver.

However, all those criminals were veterans. John’s arrangements might protect the hostages, but capturing these criminals would still be quite a challenge.

And James Brown’s primary reason for being here was Helen Wilson. As long as Helen was alright, he didn’t want to interfere with John Harris’s investigation.

For the safety of the hostages, the police worked extremely efficiently. Soon, two police vans were parked in front of the museum.

A criminal, using the car as cover, came to the entrance and shouted to the outside, "Clear the road for us now, if not, we’ll start killing hostages in two minutes."

John Harris’s facial muscles twitched slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the barricades on the road were immediately withdrawn.

"Director N is indeed decisive. Rest assured, we’re just after money. As long as you don’t confront us head-on, we won’t harm any more hostages," the criminal said again. Then, with a wave, two more people came out from the museum, directly taking seats in the driver’s position. freёnovelkiss.com

Then, seven more criminals came out, each holding a hostage. It wasn’t eight assailants but ten; previously two were unseen by Helen.

Among the seven hostages, five were women, and the others were children. Clearly, the criminals thought men would be harder to manage as hostages, and shockingly, Helen was among them.

With hostages in hand, although there were snipers on the rooftop, they dared not act. They didn’t have enough snipers, even if one hit the mark, they couldn’t kill all the assailants at once; the remaining assailants would surely kill the hostages in anger.

Moreover, these criminals cleverly used hostages to protect themselves, making it impossible to hit a critical spot even if one wanted to shoot.

The hostages at this point were beyond crying, trembling uncontrollably, their legs weak. These were gun-wielding criminals who had already killed hostages; they were unsure if they would meet the same fate.

Helen had become a hostage, which she desired, but she had no options at the moment, posing as the other hostages, not daring to resist.

Rescuing hostages was John Brown’s forte; with his professional eye, he saw these criminals were quite formidable, indeed professional. Unless disregarding hostages’ safety, a frontal rescue was practically impossible.

As the second in command of Hawk Junior, frontal hostage rescue happened only in extreme danger, where saving one hostage could disregard the safety of others. For John Brown, Helen was the most important person in his heart, but being a civilian now, he couldn’t ignore others’ lives. Why do nothing as long as there’s a chance to rescue hostages?

Therefore, John Brown could only wait for an opportunity now.

The criminals had already boarded the vehicles when one opened the window, pulling down his mask below his nose, and suddenly let out a "bang" sound with his hands cupped over his mouth. Two vans took off swiftly.

The police got into their cars to chase. One police officer driver opened the car door only to be suddenly shoved aside, and before he understood what happened, his police car sped off.

"Who? Who’s driving my car?" The officer was baffled. Who hijacked his car? The museum entrance was chaotic; who knew who drove off his car, though they wore police uniform, surely a cop.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded from inside the museum, shaking the ground, bricks and stones flew into the air before falling down, hitting numerous vehicles, followed by flames and thick smoke billowing from the museum.

The criminals had planted a bomb inside the museum, and they detonated it upon leaving.

"Quick, rescue the hostages!" John Harris was just getting into a car, nearly knocked down by the shock, seeing such a situation, he was furious and urgently issued orders. Most police rushed into the museum.

Though the bomb didn’t directly explode among the hostages, it wasn’t far from them. They were all affected by the explosion, severely injured, none dead, but cries of pain were endless.

The explosion split a large group of police, leaving only three cars truly pursuing after the two vans.

John Brown and Alice Brown were in the last of these three vehicles; John had hijacked the officer’s car earlier.

"Big Brother Brown, these criminals are ruthless." Alice Brown clenched her fists, her brow furrowed.

John Brown stayed silent, focused on driving, his eyes fixed on the van ahead. The criminals’ driving skills were surprisingly good; amidst traffic, their speed never dropped below 80 miles per hour and kept increasing. Two police cars ahead struggled to keep up. Soon, John Brown overtook them, the only one trailing the van.

Alice Brown excitedly said again, "Big Brother Brown, you must catch them. These criminals are so despicable; if they escape, they will harm more people, and who knows how many died in that blast!"

John Brown nodded, said, "Don’t worry, they won’t escape." He swung the wheel, overtaking several cars.

Although the criminals’ cars were fast, they had satellite tracking, with cameras along the road, and the traffic command center had been notified, monitoring the vans. Thus, the transceiver in John Brown’s car continually updated the vans’ position, ensuring they didn’t lose them. Some police vehicles joined the chase, but apart from keeping up briefly, they did little; the assailants had hostages and guns, most SWAT teams had gone to the museum, those trailing mostly traffic police, with little effect.

"The lead vehicle lost satellite tracking, no longer able to determine their exact location." The command center suddenly issued this message.

John Brown knew the opposition surely had advanced electronic jamming equipment. These weren’t ordinary criminals; they resembled mercenaries, making John Brown suspicious of their origins. Regardless of their background, since they captured Helen, John Brown had to deal with them.

With no satellite tracking, relying solely on traffic police photos to report these vans’ positions was untimely. Shortly, except for John Brown’s car, all police vehicles were left behind.

YODC City wasn’t a metropolis, but not small either, traffic fairly heavy, often jammed during peak hours. Without the tracking system, only John Brown, closely following, could keep up with the van.