Chapter 1792

Think of this.

They can't help but be a little thankful.

A car.

On tons.

It's heavy.

Besides, they don't have to pull only one car. God, those people behind you, hurry to figure out the next plan. If you rush around, you may see your legs flying out at the next glance.

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"I heard a lot of explosions, probably a conflagration."

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"It's terrible."

“。。。”

"Please go and have a look as soon as possible."

“。。。”

"I just fell asleep and woke up scared. It's a scramble. It's absolutely right. It's of such a big caliber. It's only for the military. If it is, I hope to give an explanation as soon as possible."

“。。。”

Now.

Hundreds of calls came to the police station. Unfortunately, most of them couldn't get in at all. So they spread them out through social media, including recorded voice.

Instant.

There are professionals jumping out.

"Really."

"It's a snatch."

"That's right."

"The caliber is still very big, and the destructive power is very strong. Tonight, something important happened. I guess some gangsters came in. The police got the information and thought it was a big thing, so they invited the military."

"Reasonable."

"Logical."

"Would it be a gangster?"

"Nonsense."

"That is, how can a gangster have that kind of weapon? If he has it, he can't bring it in. If he does, he can't bring it here. Otherwise, there is only one possibility."

"There is a huge oversight of our national security."

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There is a large-scale scramble in Sweden's capital. It's hard to hide the news. Stockholm police have a headache. Go to the police, because the consortiums are working.

And.

This is obviously beyond the police's handling capacity. The trust of netizens makes them very ashamed. This kind of weapon can be brought in. Their work is indeed a huge omission.

It's not to blame.

Don't deal with it.

A lot of people will be removed, that's for sure.

No way.

So many people have heard that tomorrow's headlines may not really be Nobel prizes. No, let alone Sweden's headlines, the world's headlines, will be won by them.

"The Swedish police are dead! 》

the title.

If present.

Their faces are all in disgrace.

"What to do?"

"Out."

"We don't have to make unnecessary sacrifices."

"But."

“。。。”

Make a noise.

Finally.

"Out, cordon around the fighting, block the area." No, they will have to resign tomorrow, and that's what the syndicate just said.

"How dare they!"

"But we have to finish for them."

"Why?"

"If ordinary weapons can also be pushed to smuggling, after all, it is inevitable. However, if weapons of this level are exposed, many big people will be responsible for it."

"And we, too."

Before.

Still hostile.

Now.

They don't want to end up for each other.

For the consortia.

For the position of some people.

This matter must be dealt with coldly, the truth must be buried in the deep underground. It is estimated that the other side also expected that they would help with the ending, so they could use such powerful weapons without fear.

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The United States.

Washington.

"It's a toss."

"More than that, it's going to be a riot."

"Good."

"What's good?"

"At least, we didn't lose, otherwise, we would be more worried."

"Yes."

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Old Ford smiled bitterly.

These guys are really not afraid of big things, but it's not hard to understand what they didn't give them face last time. Just, how do we end up?

Last time.

The person who lost the most was his. He was not very inquisitive. But this time, it was the European financial group that lost face. If there were not enough benefits, it would be difficult.

Yes.

Swedish police will close.

But.

It's not that easy to get things done.

"A few years ago, I offended the major killer organizations. Last month, it was equivalent to declaring war on our financial group. This time, kovoro suffered a great loss. Can't you let it go, girl?"

"Let?"

Old Ford sneered.

Like people.

He knew the temper of the consortium.

Let.

It can only be kept.

Don't let it.

Maybe he can be looked up a bit. This time, if he had not known that Kitty might be the actual controller of the transcription medium, but also the controller of a country, he would not have lost face.

Gripping my heart.

They keep a close eye on the war in Sweden.

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China.

Shanghai stock market.

"It's neat."

That one.

Repeat in front of Tang Qing.

Standards.

Fast.

There is also the movement of covering the head, which is very skilled. Of course, it must not be more kneeling, but well-trained. These people are the strength of the financial groups, similar to the "heavy fist".

Dirty work is tiring.

It used to be kovoro.

So.

They don't have much to do, just like "heavy boxing". They do some basic things, such as intelligence analysis, collection and protection of important places, which are unnecessary and usually very easy.

Two chains are finished.

Instant.

Another two bullet chains have transmitted the past. The purpose of this thing is not to kill the enemy, but to control the rhythm of the battlefield. Otherwise, if you tilt a little, you can empty the surrounding hundred meters.

Actually.

It also has the meaning of a thud.

No way.

There are too many weapons in Tang Qing's hands. With the help of the devil's reform, it can be said that they have been piled up into mountains. However, they have no use. Although they are not rusty, they are always wasteful.

It's OK.

Pull it out and use it. It will consume almost no reduced ammunition magazine.

"Alas!"

Tang Qing sighs.

There is a lot of inventory.

I can't use it up.

He has no choice.

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Site.

Very quiet.

One minute.

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Two minutes.

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Three minutes later, the factory building is full of holes. It looks like a honeycomb, thanks to its solid structure. Otherwise, it can't be persisted with the strength of the factory building.

"Up."

A bite of teeth.

The old man ordered.

Smell the words.

No one dares to disobey.

Get up.

"Boom!"

The three tongues of fire went in different directions.

"Get down."

Instant.

Homing.

How can I still have ammunition? That kind of weapon, the consumption of ammunition is terrible. Is there an ammunition store in it? What's more, suddenly there are two more.

What's the situation?

"How do I know."

The old man muttered to himself that he had just thought of one. Now it's all right. Three. Three directions. Block all their offensive positions. This kind of fire, in the battlefield, can only be called support.

But.

What's going on here?

Guns?

Just kidding.

Air strike? Yes, but he hasn't made up his mind to clear the target. He wants to live, to know some useful information, and to use fighters in downtown Stockholm?

God.

Even if the consortium is powerful, it needs to be weighed.

This tail.

It's much harder to put away.