As Joe Ga descended the stairs, he saw Spurs and Orange Cat each with minor injuries, but they had captured three men and one woman, one of whom was the gang leader Boris he was searching for...
The two Kurdish female bodyguards brought by Monica, along with 4 Russian bodyguards from P·B, were lying on the floor; if not for their chests still faintly heaving, they would look as though they were dead.
Throughout the interior corridors of the mansion, the bodies of several armed security guards were scattered haphazardly; obviously the battle Spurs and his team had fought to sweep the mansion had not gone particularly smoothly.
There was no time to ask Spurs and the others what exactly had happened, as Joe Ga received a communication from Estelle...
A large number of Long Island police officers were blocking the road, these 'county cops' with low combat capability dared not confront the P·B soldiers; they blocked the road and called for New York's SWAT to assist.
There were too many people at the party, Spurs and his team were short-handed; outside of restricting them to the main hall, they couldn't fully control them, plus there were drivers and others brought by these rich and powerful individuals...
Jazz Squad couldn't really go on a killing spree; they had defeated and captured a group of security, gathered the panicked drivers together without restricting their external communications, so naturally, someone called the police...
Attacking the Russian Mafia was one thing, but attacking Howard's mansion was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
The reason why these high officials and nobility wouldn't set up an army in their own homes like drug traffickers is that they have confidence in the establishment.
They believe that American police forces would protect them at all costs, they believe that no one could bear the consequences of attacking them.
This is all true, it's common knowledge that attacking a tycoon in the Upper East Side results in heavier sentences than committing the same crime elsewhere.
Even Mexican drug traffickers know to be a little more courteous to the wealthy.
It's not that they're really that formidable, but America's law enforcement agencies must respond to the affairs of the wealthy.
Otherwise, it's easy to evoke empathy among the wealthy with the notion that 'when one rabbit dies, the others feel sorrow', and the subsequent pressure could cause law enforcement leadership to break down.
Howard had already been cautious enough, he hired over 30 security to ensure safety in the mansion, with two SWAT teams on the perimeter, which in his view was foolproof.
Who knew he would encounter the fully militarized P·B, and be caught totally off guard.
Joe Ga had indeed won, but this situation was as if he had breached the heavens.
It's not that the identities of those involved were incredibly high, but he had set a very bad precedent, one that would cost law enforcement dearly.
If New York police could not respond most severely, then they would face countless complaints, endless chastisements, and even budget cuts.
Joe Ga was already prepared for this, but when two helicopters quickly arrived and hovered above the mansion, spotlighting it, Joe Ga realized he had still underestimated the extent of law enforcement's reaction.
Stepping to the door to glance at the two helicopters that dared not land, Joe Ga gestured twice in attempt; finding that they didn't seem to trust him, so he made a phone call to Thompson...
"Let Donald apply pressure, tell Bayar to bring people over, have Major General Maguire meet with the New York police officials."
After speaking, Joe Ga turned and walked into the party hall, picked up a microphone from under the feet of a party singer and gave it a few taps...
Following the sound from the speakers, Joe Ga said with a smile, "I apologize for interrupting your pleasant evening.
Soon, Homeland Security personnel will come to take your statements; just be clear about your relationship with Howard and you can leave for the time being."
As he spoke, Joe Ga watched those who had heaved a sigh of relief slowly straighten up, he said with a smile: "However, before we verify your information, you can't leave New York."
No sooner had Joe Ga finished speaking when a tall black man stood up and asked in a deep and authoritative voice, "State your name and position!
Homeland Security has no right to detain us without evidence, you must explain your rudeness and irrationality.
From the moment you entered the mansion, none of your actions have been reasonable; you shot at security guards in front of so many people, looking to protect themselves, you need to take responsibility."
Joe Ga knew his identity could not be hidden, as there were clearly people below who had recognized him.
So he spread his hands nonchalantly and said, "I am the owner of the P·B military contracting company, currently working with Homeland Security and the Anti-Terrorism Center of the CIA, carrying out operations to pursue hazardous materials and terrorists.
I have definitive evidence in hand proving that Howard has ties with terrorists.
State your name and identity, and if you're willing to listen, I will tell you the details and intricacies of our operation."
The black man clearly had some status and confidence, he loudly said, "I am Congressman Richard Marks from the Bronx, I need to know why I am subjected to such treatment?
There are many ladies here; you lawless scoundrels must pay a price."
Joe Ga looked down at the party guests who were eager to applaud for Richard Marks, smiled and waved, "OK, it looks like you really want to know, then gather around, as long as you don't regret it."