Chapter 602 Firefight

In fact, there are more than two cars on the road.

"Find a cover and step aside. It's very close to the scrap car processing plant. The two cars behind may be suspects. No one comes to this kind of place at night, so don't turn off the engine."

The FBI car didn't turn on the headlights at all. The team leader was very experienced, and when he spotted two high-beam dogs catching up on the road behind, he immediately ordered the driving detectives to slip the car off the shoulder of the road and go around behind a large billboard to wait.

"Who's behind? APLUS?"

Sinaloa also spotted the rear car, leaned out half of his body from the passenger seat window, and cried and laughed happily, "Hey! Good brother! I knew you would come! I knew you were not that M-Fxxk Kind of person! Woooooo..." Then he kept tapping on the roof of the car, "Stop, stop!"

"Shouldn't we go to the treatment plant and join Barron?" asked the subordinate.

"Stop! I need to talk to Brother APLUS first." He got back in the car and yelled at the driver.

"Okay, okay." The driver pulled over and stopped the car.

Sinaloa got out of the car excitedly and ran in the middle of the right lane, jumping up and down, waving his hands to the car behind him like a child, "Here I am! Brother APLUS!" he shouted.

"Sable boy, he found us..."

The speed of the dark green notebook car was the fastest. When they saw Sinaloa in the middle of the road ahead, they were already very close. The driver subconsciously slammed on the brakes and stopped more than 20 meters away from the other party.

"He doesn't seem hostile?"

The three old blacks from Harlem in the car looked at the excited Sinaloa in front of them, and couldn't make up their minds for a while.

"Hey M-Fxxk turn off the lights!"

Sinaloa and his men squinted at the high beams, he yelled.

"Damn it, do it! It's right here! He must be the shooter of that GD, the voice is unmistakable, trust me!"

In the dark green book car, the one who made up his mind, that is, the black man who was driving, hesitated for a while holding the barrel of the pistol, exchanged fierce glances with his two companions, then rolled down the window at the same time, leaned out, and took aim. .

"There seems to be something wrong..." The people in Sinaloa tried to distinguish with their hands covering the light, and they also picked up their guns, "APLUS won't drive this kind of broken car over, hey! People behind! Get out of the car! Let me see I understand you!"

Without any response, Sinaloa's smile froze on his face, and he suddenly threw himself to the side of the road.

'boom! bang bang! '

Three flashes of fire were lit in the direction of the high beams, and the sound of gunfire was heard far away in the quiet night.

The Chrysler Fifth Avenue, which hangs far behind, also has no driving lights. Old Mike stopped the car when he heard the gunshots. He took out the map, illuminated it with a small flashlight biting his mouth, made a quick estimate, and then reversed the car. , quickly retreated to the nearest three-way intersection, then parked the car in the farewell woods, got out of the car, opened the trunk and took the gun.

'boom! boom! Da da da……'

"Report, report, fierce firefight on the road outside the factory area, fierce firefight on the road outside the factory area!"

In the scrap car processing plant, the police report came from the walkie-talkie. In fact, everyone heard it vaguely, "Fxxk!" location, report to me at any time, over."

"Group D, please answer if you hear it, and group D, please answer over if you hear it." The director continued to order.

"Group D received, over."

"Roads closed as planned, roads closed as planned, over."

"Group D will be in place soon...we are in place, over."

"what should we do?"

The sheriff and the SWAT captain looked at him and Childs, "SWAT go there first, the police team will follow." Childs ordered.

In the dark factory area, more than a dozen police lights suddenly lit up, and they drove to the scene of the incident.

"Sit tight!" Vic was also driving in the car, slamming the steering wheel at the right moment, desperately overtaking.

On the other side of the three-way intersection, Old Mike was hiding behind the car and assembling a sniper rifle. Several police cars had already come from two directions on the road.

The police officers turned on high-power lights and began to set up roadblocks. No one noticed that there were cars in the woods behind them. Old Mike calmly assembled the gun, and then quietly moved away with a rolling tactical movement...

A few minutes later, two helicopters roared into the night sky in the distance. They were the fastest to arrive at the scene, and their searchlights enveloped the two cars parked on the road.

"Helicopter team report, helicopter team report, there are two cars parked on the road, the exchange of fire has stopped, so far... at least two suspect bodies have been found, and one suspect is hiding behind the car behind, and should have a weapon...over .”

"You are surrounded! You are surrounded!"

The special police car then arrived at the scene, and they approached Sinaloa's car in full armor. A body lay dead on the side of the road, and the rear car was smashed into a sieve by them. Hanging on the cab window, the other lying on his back on the passenger seat.

The SWAT captain took the horn and shouted: "Drop your weapon! I know you are behind the car. Say it again, put down your weapon!"

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

The black man at the back of the car was firmly locked by the searchlights of two helicopters. He sat on the ground, held a small pistol in his arms, and cried, "I didn't know that things would turn out like this, woo woo, I I don't know, their firepower is too fierce, too ruthless, I want to go back to New York..."

"Here we come! Put down the weapons! Say it again, put down the weapons!"

The special police cleared the way with shields, lined up and approached the sides of the two vehicles, and saw a pistol thrown out from the rear of the vehicle, "The suspect has disarmed, the suspect has disarmed, over." The report from the helicopter team was transmitted through the walkie-talkie gave them.

The special police officers rushed forward, pulled up the paralyzed survivor and put them in handcuffs.

With a short slamming brake, Vic rushed over like a wild boar, opened the mouths of the three dead respectively, and then ran over to check the one who was still alive.

"Vic, don't destroy the scene!" The SWAT captain shouted at him dissatisfied.

But he didn't care at all, and ran back to the Sinaloa car, turned around with his head down, and then beckoned and led the stormtroopers into the bushes on the side of the road.

"Hey, Vic! What did you find!? Fxxk! Vic! Vic McGee! Come back!"

The SWAT captain also ran to the car, looking at the bloodstains on the road, extending to the outside of the road, "SWAT team report, SWAT team report, there are still suspects at large, and there are still suspects at large. Detective McKee has already led the charge ...uh, the anti-narcotics and anti-organized crime special operations team is in pursuit, and I need the support of the dog team...over."

"Team A reported that we also found another car, hidden behind the billboard, and no occupants were found in the car, over."

The director's voice came from the intercom, "Helicopter No. 1, go to the billboard! No. 2, go to help Vic! Over!"

The two helicopters parted ways in the air.

"This is Helicopter One, uh, there are a lot of billboards along the way..."

"Amy Adams' NOKIA ad, that beautiful white girl...over."

"Is it the heroine who danced my life? Well, I saw her, and I saw the car."

The FBI's car was found, but there was no one inside. The director and Childs arrived in a car, "It seems to be the FBI's car." Some police officers saw the special pass stuck on the front window of the car.

"The SWAT team reported that none of the three deceased had the physical characteristics of the main suspect, Sinaloa, and the surviving suspect couldn't tell where he was. I need a police dog. I repeat, I need a police dog! Over."

"Chief, the TV station's helicopter has already taken off, and it will arrive in about fifteen minutes." The police assistant came over to report.

"Oh! M-FXXK!"

The director was so angry that he dropped the walkie-talkie to the ground.