The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"You're right, this is indeed a good idea." The bed leg in Mason's hand flew out, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and landed on the row of cell door control levers in the corner.

"Is this the first step you took to escape from prison?" Jack was amazed. After so many years, the old man's skills have not been lost at all. He is really worthy of being a congenital prison escape saint.

The old lever device that controls the opening and closing of the cell door in Alcatraz is still that old-fashioned lever device, that is, a row of pull rods are erected in the corner of the cell at the end of the cell. Each pull rod corresponds to a cell door, and it can be opened by pulling it down.

The bed leg tied with a cloth rope fell accurately on the first pull rod. Mason shook his wrist, and the pull rod fell, but it was the cell door next to it that opened.

"Forgive me, after all, it has been more than 20 years."

The old man shrugged and retracted the bed leg, and threw it out again, and this time it opened the cell door in front of them smoothly.

"I'll get us some weapons. You take the hostages to the bathroom and hide in the sewer." Jack disappeared at the end of the corridor before he finished speaking.

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"We still have two missiles. One is on standby on the launcher and can be launched at any time, General."

In the temporary command center, a square-chinned captain reported loudly.

General Hammer, whose face was uncertain, seemed not to hear, and then the captain repeated it loudly.

"I heard it, Captain." Hammer, who was obviously a little upset, did not pursue the captain's slightly offensive tone.

"It's time to give orders, General." Another burly black captain said without any respect.

"I'm the one who decides the strategy!" Hammer seemed not to be a general who was strategizing, but a gambler who lost everything at the gambling table.

After hesitating for a long time, he ordered, "Major Buster, take the missiles and four hostages, including the FBI and the British, onto the helicopter. I will stay and bear all the consequences."

"General!" The adjutant, shocked by this, looked at his superior in disbelief, "We still have a chance. There are still 6 hours before the ultimatum."

"No, we have no chance." Hammer looked dejected, "They saw through our bluff, the blackmail plan failed, and the mission is over."

"Ended?" The black captain's eyes widened, "What about our money?"

"No money, the mission is over." Hammer looked at the black captain, "Now the important thing is to save your lives. Major Buster will be responsible for handling my property, and the money will be divided equally among everyone."

"Don't try to fool us easily, general." The square-chinned captain's eyes became unfriendly.

"How much money do you have? We are willing to follow you for the more than 10 million. Now you want to get rid of us for just tens of thousands of dollars?"

"Watch your attitude, soldier. You are talking to a general now!" Major Buster warned loudly.

"Soldier?" The black captain sneered and refused to give in. "I am no longer a soldier. From the moment we took ordinary citizens hostage, we became mercenaries, and mercenaries only want money."

He walked to General Hammer with a bad face. His burly figure was very deterrent. "We gave up everything and prepared to be wanted just for money. Now."

He said word by word, "Now, I want my damn money!"

It is not known whether the square-chinned captain, who is white, had discussed with the black captain before. At this time, they actually played the good and bad cop together.

"We still have a chance, don't we? General, order a missile launch to show the Pentagon our determination, and they will surrender."

"I will not order the massacre of thousands of innocent civilians. Do you think I am crazy? Or are you crazy?"

Hammer was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly. "I repeat again, the mission is over!

Major Buster, notify the people at the lighthouse to dismantle the missile launcher. The rest of you, take the missiles and hostages to the helicopter and prepare to evacuate!"

In addition to the two people who stayed at the lighthouse and a soldier guarding the door, there were a total of 6 people in the command center. At this time, they stood on both sides clearly, including General Hammer, with exactly 3 people on each side.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and everyone's hands involuntarily touched their weapons.

At this moment, a fierce gunshot suddenly broke out outside the window. Almost everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the lighthouse not far away, and just saw someone let out a long howl and fell from the top of the lighthouse.

"What happened?" Everyone in the command center was shocked.

The lighthouse was less than a hundred meters away from the guard room that served as the headquarters. Through the window, one could clearly see a group of people appearing in the lighthouse isolated on the top of the cliff, and quickly occupying a defensive position facing this side.

"Blackbird Two! Blackbird Two! Report the situation!" Major Buster desperately rushed to the radio and shouted loudly.

Almost at the same time, the sound of the alarm sounded, still coming from the motion sensor in the bathroom, but the people in the headquarters could no longer care about this.

"Go check the cells, those hostages!" Hammer was the first to react. The soldiers who were interrupted by this unexpected situation and temporarily put aside their arguments rushed out the door.

However, at the moment the door opened, a body fell softly into the door.

"Sergeant Krisp!" The black captain who was leading the way was horrified. He didn't know when someone had sneaked in here.

He squatted down to check whether the sergeant was dead or alive. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned him over, he heard a crisp snap spring sound that made his hair stand on end.

An M67 "Little Lemon" with the safety pin pulled out rolled down from the sergeant's armpit and rolled along the dirty floor towards the stunned General Hammer.

"General! Be careful!" Major Buster, who was still calling by the radio, was so angry that he threw away the receiver and pushed Hammer, who was still in a daze, and pounced on the grenade.

"Bang!" Major Buster's body was lifted nearly half a meter from the floor by the shock wave. Amid the smoke and dust, a mouthful of blood mist mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out.

"Tom (Buster)!" Hammer got up from the ground and pounced on his adjutant.

The ceramic plate on Major Buster's chest was completely shattered, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt protein. He looked like a pierced bag, and blood quickly soaked his upper body.

"I'm. Very honored. To. Serve. With. You. General." Leaving these last words, the loyal adjutant took his last breath.

"Ah!" Amid Hammer's heart-wrenching howl, the square-faced captain and the black captain looked at each other and hurried out of the guard room filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.