1051: So, I’m Not the Only One Who Gets This Treatment

So, I’m Not the Only One Who Gets This Treatment

District Attorney Reyes was quite capable. For this arrest operation, NYPD's strongest force was directly mobilized.

But I'm not too late, Luke thought.

He had already spotted Frank on the feed from the drone. The man was hiding on a raised platform in the docks.

At that moment, a large truck rumbled into the docks.

The ESU team members who were lying in wait didn't move. They allowed the truck to smash through the metal gates and rush further into the docks, before it crashed into a pile of containers.

Luke smiled bitterly. This was going to be fun.

A figure quietly popped up behind Frank.

It was wearing a dark red battle suit with two sharp horns on its head. Who else could it be, but Daredevil Lawyer Matt?

Matt was indeed stealthy. Frank didn't notice him coming up from behind. He raised his hand and threw several smoke bombs while he raised his rifle.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out and instantly hit a container.

The ESU members who were retreating with Grote behind the container immediately stopped and ducked down.

Frank turned around with his gun and was about to leave, when a dark red figure pounced on him. He instinctively kicked at it.

Matt sidestepped the kick and slammed into him.

Frank flew through the air and landed on the top of a container below with a loud crash.

Matt leaped after him and pounced.

In Luke's earpiece, Reyes was already giving orders on the ESU's internal line. "They're all dangerous suspects. Open fire."

F*ck! Luke cursed under his breath and leaped into the air. He activated the mini jetpack on the back of his armor and headed for the docks.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, but Frank and Matt continued to wrestle with each other as they dodged the incoming bullets.

Matt! Just you wait. Even if you don't die later, I'll still give you a concussion. Luke cursed inwardly as he threw out a series of smoke bombs.

The ESU members who had just fired were caught off guard by the smoke bombs falling from the sky and were instantly enveloped.

"The suspects have accomplices. Repeat, they have accomplices. Everyone, be careful," the ESU captain immediately warned through the walkie-talkie.

At the same time, he stared at the screen and asked, "Where is he? Where is he?"

The technician who was staring at the monitor was sweating. "I can't see anyone. There are too many smoke bombs."

A cold glint flashed in Reyes's eyes. "Charge in and find them."

The ESU captain turned his head in shock. "What?"

Reyes said, "They're unarmed. What are you afraid of?"

The ESU captain wasn't pleased. "They still have guns."

Reyes said, "You guys are wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. There are more than twenty of you, and there are at most three of them. They don't dare attack, so the ESU can deploy a few men."

The ESU captain gritted his teeth and turned around to pick up the walkie-talkie. "A Team, attack. Capture two suspects. If there's any resistance, open fire."

Although the ESU members were shocked by this order, they carried it out without hesitation.

Behind the smoke, Frank and Matt were still fighting wildly.

Matt was agile and skilled.

Frank was strong and aggressive.

The two of them fought hard.

When Luke leaped off the container, Matt noticed him first.

Luke said, "It's me, Puncher."

Matt and Frank both paused.

Matt reacted faster. "Help me stop him."

Luke said, "Okay."

Even as he said that, he stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Matt's hand when he reached him, activating the electric shock function on his glove.

"Urgh…" Matt collapsed and twitched on the ground.

Luke picked him up and said to the wide-eyed Frank, "Let's go."

Frank looked at the twitching Matt and couldn't help thinking: So, I'm not the only one who gets this treatment.

But then he came back to his senses. "Wait. I need to catch Grote."

Luke didn't waste any time. He threw Matt at him. "You take him. I'll get Grote."

Frank: "Bring him to West 57th Street, the roof opposite the Firebird Bar."

Luke said, "Okay."

The two of them finished their conversation in a few words and went their separate ways.

Luke quickly approached the smoke.

He knew better than Frank where Grote was.

This fellow was being protected by a team of eight ESU members in between a pile of containers nearby.

Luke quietly jumped onto the container and then jumped down.

He landed right in the middle of the team members who were defending the left and right side. Grote was squatting with his hands on his head.

A noose at the end of a long rope in Luke's right hand flew at the two team members at the very end on the right.

Basic Roping, activate!

The two team members were wrapped up by the rope before they could react. As the noose fell, Luke lassoed the two team members on either side of them with the end of the rope.

The rope tightened, trapping all four members.

The four team members couldn't hold their guns steady as they were swept up with tremendous strength. They staggered backward and cried out in unison.

Just as they cried out in alarm, however, a second rope was already flying at two team members on the very left, who were also tied together as soon as they turned around.0

With a flick of Luke's left hand, a noose appeared on the end of the second rope, trapping one member on the left side.

With a flick of his right hand, the last member was also tied up with the last stretch of rope.

In less than three seconds, all eight team members had been captured.

They well and truly had their hands tied.

Their arms were pressed tightly to their bodies in their bonds, preventing them from even turning their guns.

The warning came too late at that moment. "Enemy attack, enemy attack."

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing, Falco?"

"Stop it, you b*stard."

In the command vehicle, the ESU captain broke out in a cold sweat. "A Team, give B Team immediate backup. Don't fire randomly. Be careful of the enemy."

A Team had also heard B Team cry out. Although they were nervous, they immediately carried out the order.

However, they felt immense pressure in their hearts.

It seemed that the eight members of B Team had been completely wiped out. Within a few seconds, there were no more shouts. As they approached, they still had to take care not to accidentally injure their teammates. It was a truly grim situation.

However, those were their teammates. They had to provide backup immediately.

Twenty seconds later, A Team finally reached the passageway between containers which B Team had been hiding in. Their backs were drenched in sweat.

"On my count, move in together. 3, 2, 1," the team leader ordered in a low voice.

At the end of the countdown, eight people rushed in from both sides with guns in their hands.

Then… they were dumbfounded.

Amidst the smoke, a large group of people appeared in front of them. It was clear from their outfits that it was B Team.

However, the eight members of B Team had been piled up together.

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