When Michelle heard that the police had arrived, he thought to himself that the situation was getting worse and worse.
"Don't get tied up fighting the police. Get out of there."
"Can we kill the police?" one of his men asked.
Michelle answered without hesitation, "Yes."
More than a dozen police officers stormed into the first-floor lobby, carrying riot shields. A frontal clash would put them at a severe disadvantage.
Fortunately, the four gunmen were spread out. Two were behind the reception counter, while the other two hid behind the lobby's supporting pillars.
One gunman said, "Captain Michelle told us to retreat. Brook, draw their attention. They haven't spotted my position. From this angle, I can shoot the officers behind the riot shields!"
"When I fire, take the chance to jump out and run. We'll withdraw in two different directions and head upstairs."
"OK, George." Brook, hiding behind the counter, nodded and suddenly threw out a flashbang.
Whoosh! The police formation immediately stalled, and they fired repeatedly in Brook's direction.
Some of the officers cleverly threw two concussion grenades back behind the counter.
Seizing the opportunity, George suddenly slid out from behind the pillar and raised his gun to fire.
He was an excellent shot and was confident he could mow down the four officers carrying shields.
The police would surely fall into chaos then, scattering to find cover. Brook and the others could use the chance to head upstairs.
However, just as he emerged from behind the pillar...
A voice suddenly rang out from the stairwell on the first floor of the hospital.
"George!" The voice was very young, with a sobbing tone.
George's expression changed drastically, and his hand trembled involuntarily.
"Little brother... don't come out!" he instinctively roared toward the stairwell.
Six years ago, he had still