The evacuation process has little to do with the word "smooth".

Although the patrol officers of the Tenth and Eighteenth Divisions set up blockade lines and parked police cars outside the blockade lines as cover, these blockade lines were fragile due to lack of manpower and neglect of care. Irish civilians and blacks living in this neighborhood either rushed to the streets in panic, standing behind the yellow blockade lines and looking in the direction of their homes to pray that the fire would not spread to their houses, or they would hide in the basement of their homes, holding their weapons that they didn't know whether they were legal, and vowed to repel all those who came here to make trouble.

If the two civilians fearlessly walked towards the fierce firefighting neighborhood, even if the patrol guarding the outside world would come to cause trouble, not to mention the Homeland Security Agency, which did not know what news they received. At that time, the fake documents created out of thin air would be useless. Neither the FBI nor the SHIELD documents would work, and their work progress would be delayed by the overly responsible Homeland Security Agency agents.

"What should I do?" Little Lorna was a little anxious. She held the pistol grip in the motorcycle jacket tightly and tried to lower her volume to avoid being heard by the ordinary people around her. However, Salomon felt that she was a little too nervous. After all, the civilians didn't pay attention to listening to them now. The lively scene was not inferior to the gunfight scene inside. "If we don't use magic, we can't get in at all."

"This is Hell's Kitchen, anything can happen." Salomon glanced at the police car on the side of the road. Perhaps because the noise was too loud this time, the patrol officers were too anxious to forget where this place was, or too many companions gave them a false sense of security, they didn't pull out the keys. Maybe the patrol officers thought they could park safely less than ten meters away from the police car, but this is Hell's Kitchen, the slum of Manhattan, and everything could happen here because it was troubled by a disease called poverty. Salomon pulled out his pistol and a small dagger hidden on his wrist, and pressed it against the back of a child riding a bicycle. "Go forward, little pickpocket, I can smell the smell of marijuana on you one kilometer away, take a shower before stealing something next time. Do what I said, don't move, I promise you can survive."

No one expected that a police car would break through the blockade.

"Look down!" This time it was Salomon driving. While shouting, he asked Little Lorna to retreat to the passenger seat, he listened to the 9mm bullets fired by the Glock pistol in the policeman's hand hitting the car body. The two unlucky guys who originally owned this police car would definitely not have thought that one day he would be attacked by a flash shock bomb.

Instead of choosing to fight back, Salomon stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly through the wall of police officers in the 10th and 18th branch of the New York Police Department, and then threw a smoke bomb outside the broken window to block the view. The police officers in charge of the blockade did not dare to catch up. They thought they did not need to do this - inside was the blockade line of the SWAT in New York City, and the SWAT also had bulletproof armored vehicles and many automatic rifles. No matter who the car thief was, they would be shot dead.

"So you are from S.H.E.L.D. Where are you going to take me?" The massive blood loss had already blurred his consciousness, but Frank Cassel remained alert. At this time, Lorna had already begun to check the scene and judged what was going on here through the traces - first, the machine gun fire suppression, killing most of the Irish gang members. Then there was the flash stunning bomb and CQB. A survivor was tortured and was finally shot dead. The blood-stained dagger threw on the ground showed many things, including the cruelty of Frank Cassel's interrogation methods.

"The safest place in New York, there is medical services, as long as you promise to share information." Salomon stretched out his hand impatiently, "Can you go?"

"How are you going to leave?"
Chapter completed!