As Mark made his decision, despite the unwillingness and anger on the faces of his subordinates, they still gritted their teeth, their eyes flashing with ferocity, and quickly took the valuable items from the small house, preparing to escape through the secret passage.
Outside the small house, Sergeant Dickinson, who had finished mobilizing the police officers, was also worried that Mark and his men would escape, so he quickly winked at his confidants. Several demolition team officers came out and placed a bomb on the door of the small house.
"Boom!"
After the police officers retreated to a safe distance, the bomb exploded, blowing open the door of the small house. Sergeant Dickinson waved his hand, and the police officers rushed into the small house.
"Chief, no one!" A police officer quickly reported the news, causing Sergeant Dickinson's face to sink.
"Search! The report said they just went in, didn't it? See if there's a secret passage, and chase them!" Sergeant Dickinson recalled the previous report from his subordinate and immediately issued a new order.
"Boom!"
There was another explosion. When a police officer discovered the secret passage and eagerly rushed in, he was injured by the bomb left by Mark and his men. Two police officers died on the spot, and three were seriously injured.
"Notify an ambulance to come, leave people to handle the wounded, and the rest, continue the pursuit! Be careful!" Sergeant Dickinson's expression did not fluctuate, and he continued to issue orders.
The casualties were still within Sergeant Dickinson's acceptable range; they were merely a few low-ranking police officers. Police officers above the rank of detective did not rush into the small house but assisted in command and guarded key routes from outside.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Soon, gunshots erupted in the secret passage. It was a shootout between the precinct's police officers and Mark's men. In the end, even though Mark's men had the advantage of terrain and heavy weapons, they were all killed.
After all, the gunfight was too loud, and it not only alarmed police from other precincts but even the Chief of the NYPD, George Stacy, rushed over upon hearing the news.
This made the originally composed Sergeant Dickinson suddenly panic. Fortunately, due to Mark and his men's desperate resistance, everyone in the small house, including Mark, was ultimately killed on the spot.
"I need an explanation, Dickinson!" George Stacy's face showed a hint of anger as he looked at Sergeant Dickinson. "Not just me, but the Bureau of Investigation, the Internal Affairs Bureau, and even the media, you need to give an account. This time, a dozen police officers were killed or injured, and there was even a deputy sergeant…"
"Chief, don't worry! I will definitely give a satisfactory explanation for this matter!" Sergeant Dickinson quickly promised, "I will also handle the media side and ensure it is resolved!"
"Good, I hope you can deliver as you say, otherwise, public opinion alone will be enough to strip you of your uniform!" George Stacy gave Sergeant Dickinson a deep look. "Now, you need to handle the media!"
"Yes! I will arrange it immediately. I will deal with these reporters who have rushed here!" Sergeant Dickinson nodded and walked towards the reporters who were forcibly blocked outside by police officers, shouting loudly that they had a right to know.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the person in charge of this operation, Chief Dickinson of the New York 19th Precinct." Sergeant Dickinson took a deep breath, his expression somewhat sorrowful, and at the same time, he glanced at one of the female reporters. This woman was the one who had shared a bed with Sergeant Dickinson before.
"Within the jurisdiction of our 19th Precinct, there is a dark force involved in fencing stolen goods. Our precinct has been watching them for a long time. This time, I dispatched Deputy Sergeant Ifu to investigate this matter…"
"However, unexpectedly, the heinous terrorists discovered Ifu and brutally murdered him. After receiving the news, I immediately organized the police officers of the precinct, intending to apprehend these terrorists!"
"The result, as everyone can see, is that these terrorists possessed various heavy weapons, which caused great difficulties for our operation. Although we completed the mission and killed all of them, some police officers also sacrificed their lives again…"
"Sergeant Dickinson, how did these terrorists acquire so many heavy weapons?" The female reporter, as soon as Sergeant Dickinson finished speaking, preemptively asked, as if she had been prepared.
"These came from various gangs in the New York underworld; they provided the source of weapons for these terrorists!" A trace of anger flashed across Sergeant Dickinson's face, and he said in a deep voice.
"So, since these underground gangs caused this tragedy, does Sergeant Dickinson have any plans to deal with the gangs?" Before the other colleagues could speak, the female reporter asked again.
"Of course, I do!" Sergeant Dickinson nodded. "I cannot disclose the specifics to avoid leaking information, but the underground gangs in the 19th Precinct's jurisdiction will not have it as easy as before!"
"Sergeant Dickinson, how will the funerals of Ifu and the other police officers who sacrificed themselves in this operation be handled?" The female reporter asked for the third time, amidst the somewhat angry glances of her colleagues.
"They all sacrificed themselves to maintain social stability, and they deserve honor and compensation!" Sergeant Dickinson solemnly promised, "I will report this matter to the higher-ups and strive for the maximum compensation for their families!"
"Alright, as per custom, I have answered three questions. Regarding this operation, I still need to report to my superiors and handle the follow-up. If you have any questions, wait until I have finished handling everything, then come to the 19th Precinct to find me!"
After saying that, Sergeant Dickinson nodded and turned to leave, leaving behind a group of reporters looking at each other in dismay, and the female reporter with a triumphant look on her face.
In the end, the reporters could only leave reluctantly. As for how to report, since there were only these three questions, they naturally could only report these three questions.
Meanwhile, Sergeant Dickinson began his report on the operation. With the operation of Sergeant Dickinson's connections, this matter was quickly suppressed, as the media did not criticize it.
"Was this your doing too?" The next morning, Huang Wen and Logan were eating at Uncle Zhong's place. Logan saw the news report. Although he didn't ask directly, his eyes made Huang Wen understand Logan's meaning.
Huang Wen shook his head, indicating that the subsequent events had nothing to do with him, and then his thoughts drifted to last night, to the matter of him getting a Mortal-tier item lottery after completing Sergeant Ifu's mission.
Originally, Huang Wen had some expectations in his heart, after all, this was Huang Wen's first Mortal-tier item lottery. From this lottery, he should be able to roughly know what level of items future Mortal-tier lotteries would be.
"Ding! Congratulations on obtaining a Mortal-tier item, Hammer (from the car mechanic in Shaolin Soccer, special note: As a car mechanic, it's logical for me to have a hammer with me)."
"What the hell is this broken hammer for!" Huang Wen, with black lines on his forehead, threw the hammer into the system space.