Chapter 603 Boy Stop

In winter, many evergreen shrubs in Chicago are coniferous species. Vic rushed forward, breathing heavily like a bellows, and felt no pain when his face was cut.

"You two, go over there! Know what to do?"

"rest assured!"

The blood on the ground was unrecognizable. He took Xiao En and asked the other two men to disperse the search. After running for a few hundred meters, he suddenly heard the sound of someone talking in front of him. He picked up his automatic rifle and rushed over.

"Chicago Police Department! Weapons down and hands up! Quick! Hands up!"

He saw two black men in suits squatting on the ground with their backs to him. The flashlights in their hands were shining into the bushes in front of them. A young black man was lying there, as if he had hung up, with an area under his body There was a big pool of blood, "Stand up slowly, don't play tricks!" He raised his gun and aimed.

"Relax, we're FBI agents! Our own!"

Holding their documents in one hand and guns in the other, the two black men obediently stood up.

"Drop the gun! Now!"

"OK, OK, don't get excited." The two black men let the guns in their hands fall freely and fell to the ground.

Sean rushed over and kicked the gun away.

"Hey, don't be such a police officer, it's hard to find this thing at night." The two FBIs were in a good mood, half complaining and half teasing.

"Why did you show up here!?" Vik went over to check their IDs angrily, compared the photos with their faces, and reluctantly returned the IDs to the other party.

"You screwed up, right?" the FBI agent put his ID back into his pocket and asked back.

Vic ignored him, climbed directly into the bushes, and stretched out his hand to push the dead man's mouth away. There were no gold teeth, "Fxxk!" On the run, right? Where did he go?"

"Hey, be polite to the guy who wipes your ass, Detective."

The FBI agent laughed.

"Where did the suspect escape!?" Vic yelled at them manically.

"This way? No, it seems to be over there? Uh, I can't remember clearly..." An FBI agent pointed in different directions, "Why don't you stay here and call an ambulance? The matter of catching criminals is up to you." Just give it to us."

The other agent, amused by his colleague's stupidity, looked at Vic and Sean mockingly.

"Fxxkyou, FBI sucker, let's go!"

Vic cursed, observed the falling of the bushes, and picked a possible direction to continue chasing.

"Aw!"

Sean behind accidentally fell, "Vic, wait! Wait for me!" he shouted.

Vic had to stop and go back to help his teammates, "Look, what is this?" Sean slipped because he stepped on an M1911 pistol. He took the gun in his hand and found a Bugs Bunny stuck to the clip. A cartoon sticker of Binny.

"Little Binnie? That means we're heading in the right direction..."

Vic and Sean looked at each other, overjoyed, hung up the safety of the gun, then pulled out the magazine, put it in their pocket, and the two continued to chase.

On Old Mike's side, he quietly moved away from the intersection, and observed the helicopter in the sky with a sniper rifle scope. The big searchlight column was easy to distinguish. He found that the other party was searching for something in the sky above the bushes, and decisively lowered his body to extend the cordon Move outside, trying to block the line leading to the road from the direction of the helicopter.

From time to time, police cars and ambulances arrived on the road, and then media broadcast vehicles, and their helicopters also appeared in the distance.

Old Mike had no choice but to hide in an abandoned cargo yard nearby. Chicago, like Detroit, has a decline in heavy industry, and there are many such places in the suburbs. He found a cover and got down on the ground, while continuing to observe with the scope, he fumbled out a small radio from his arms, and put on half of the earphones.

‘Sudden incident, a gun battle broke out on …… Road in the suburbs of Chicago. The police have blocked the road. Drivers please take the initiative to avoid relevant routes, including the nearby No. … Highway…’

'According to sources familiar with the matter, the shootout has left three dead,

One person was arrested, and our station will continue to follow up to confirm the identity of the deceased and the arrested person...There is no news of police casualties at present. '

‘The latest news is that the leader of the South City gang involved in the shootout, and the police suspect that the gang member nicknamed Sinaloa is related to several homicides in Chicago and New York...’

The old Mike bared his teeth, installed the scope on the sniper rifle, loaded the bullets, and turned to observe the targets on the road, especially the vehicles driving away from the scene.

The two ambulances whizzed away, and he quickly aimed at the one in the middle of the three police cars behind, because there were three people sitting vaguely in the back seat, which is usually the configuration for escorting prisoners.

He adjusted his breathing, the muzzle of the gun slowly followed the police car, aimed at the head of the passenger in the middle of the back row in the ring, and put his index finger on the trigger.

The lights of the police cars and ambulances were very bright, with many colors and flashes. Old Mike's eyes couldn't bear it soon, and the bags under his eyes began to shake.

He persevered, and finally waited for the best observation angle, and the face of the black passenger in the middle clearly appeared in the scope.

Don't know, not Sinaloa.

"call!"

Exhaling heavily, the old man instantly relaxed. He took his hand off the trigger, pressed his heaving chest, and turned over gratefully, "Ho! How old..." He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

Before I knew it, it was 5:30 in the morning. The helicopters hovering over the bushes had changed several times, and the media helicopters had withdrawn. Except for the barking of police dogs in the woods, everything seemed to be It has come to the final stage. Although the sky in Chicago is still dark, there are more and more vehicles on the road.

‘The Chief of the Chicago Police Department just accepted an interview with our reporter. He said that the current situation is basically under control, but there are still suspects at large who are likely to be carrying heavy firepower. I hope that nearby residents will remain vigilant and do not go out...’

Old Mike listened to the radio, his eyelids began to droop, he took out a metal wine bottle from his arms, took a big gulp of whiskey, then disassembled the sniper rifle, and wiped all the fingerprints on it with a soft cloth, Stuff them into several scrap metal tubes in the yard.

After finishing the finishing work, when he was about to quietly return to the car, suddenly, he heard a slight rustling sound behind his ears, as if someone stepped on the leaves, and he immediately dodged to hide.

"do not move."

It was late, and with the cold muzzle on the back of his head, someone ordered: "Hmm, hold your hand up, don't stretch it into your arms! I'm staring at you, if you dare to play tricks, I will shoot."

Old Mike helplessly raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, fine, turn around slowly."

Old Mike rolled his eyes, turned around, and saw the other person's true face clearly, "Boss Kenneth!? Why are you?"

"Mike? WTF what are you doing here!?"

'boom! bang bang! ’ At this time, another fierce gun battle broke out in the bushes across the road.

Vic was sitting with Sean in a disgruntled clearing in the bushes, panting for breath. He even took off his bulletproof vest and threw it at his feet. After hearing the gunshot, he exclaimed, "Sean, go! Go!" Put on the bulletproof vest and run to the scene of the incident.

Passing through dense bushes, he heard a man moaning in pain, "Drop your weapon!" He approached with an automatic rifle, and a white man in a suit was lying on the ground, holding his ID in his hand.

"It's the FBI again!"

He casually threw the documents back into the other party's arms.

"Hey! Don't do this, police officer! I was shot, okay!? Hurry up and call an ambulance!" The FBI agent was pressing his other hand on his thigh, and blood was dripping from his fingers.

"Where's the suspect?" Vic asked.

"Run there..." The FBI agent pointed to the direction of the road.

"You're lucky buddy, you didn't injure the main artery." Sean helped with a simple inspection and smiled gloatingly.

"Just him?"

"Yes, only one person, my captain is still chasing..." the FBI agent replied, "Hey! Hurry up! I'm dying!"

"Report, report, an FBI agent is injured here, call for helicopter support, over." Sean turned on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to report.

"Please specify the exact location, over."

"Your nine o'clock direction." Sean looked at the position of the helicopter in the sky and directed: "Yes, go straight, near a big tree next to it."

Vic pulled the mink coat on the ground with his feet, "Have you seen what the suspect looks like?"

"No, that kid is as flexible as a rabbit..."

Vic and Sean glanced at each other and saw that the helicopter's large searchlight had moved over, so they chased towards the road again.

"Hey! Don't leave me here alone!" the FBI agent yelled after the two of them.

When Vic chased to the edge of the road, he heard a gunshot from the abandoned yard on the opposite side, and quickly crossed the road while gesturing to the passing cars.

When he and Sean got into the yard, he saw a fourth guy in a suit, and he was pointing a gun outside vigilantly, "Who's there?"

"Chicago Police Department!" Vic reached inside with his badge in hand.

"Come in, you guys are always one step behind us, haha!" It turned out to be the FBI, and the other party let Vic and Sean in, "This time you guys are so embarrassing..."

As he spoke, he kicked the gun away from the hand of a black man lying on the ground, squatted down, and touched the carotid artery of the other person with his hand, "It's still possible." He checked briefly, "You, help call an ambulance, Only the chest was injured, so it should not be fatal."

"You, help hold him here." The FBI captain ordered the two of them.

Sean walked over as promised, pressed the young black man's wound, and at the same time parted the other's lips. The diamonds on the two golden front teeth were shining.

He nodded slightly to Vic.

"Ho! This kid almost killed me just now, and the bullet was... just this far from my left cheek." The FBI captain kept chattering with some fear. He found a nearby material pile and sat down. Wiping away his sweat while gesticulating, "Hey, call an ambulance, this kid must have a lot of information, it's all ours haha."

Vic's eyes wandered around, his left thumb and index finger desperately stroked the corner of his mouth, his right hand rested on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, but he didn't press the call button, "An ambulance is needed here, we're on the side of the road..."

While talking, he walked outside the yard, pretending to check the specific address, and observed, but found no one else, quietly put his hand into his pocket, and touched the gun of Little Binny.

"When will we be there?" the detective asked casually when he returned inside.

"Soon, this is next to the highway, and your gunshots just now have attracted their attention."

Vic looked at the back of the FBI captain's head, turned his body sideways, and blocked the other party's view of his right hand holding the gun. He kept licking his lower lip with his tongue, breathing more and more quickly, and large beads of sweat dripped from his bald head.

Sean saw all this, "NO! STOP!" He silently mouthed Vic in horror, "Are you crazy? Are you crazy!?"

Vic felt that he was a little hypoxic, his consciousness was fuzzy, a bead of sweat stuck to his eyelashes, he shook his head violently, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

"Aren't you here yet?"

The FBI captain stood up, "I have to say, your police department in Chicago is really terrible."

"Uh, cough cough." Vic's voice was almost hoarse and he couldn't speak, "It should be soon."

"Please press again..."

The FBI captain turned his head and saw the muzzle of the black gun raised in Vic's hand, 'Bang! '

With a gunshot, he was hit directly between the eyebrows at close range.

"You're crazy! Vic!" Seeing the FBI detective who fell to the ground, Sean rushed over angrily and pushed Vic violently, "Is it worth the money for APLUS? Ah!? Is it worth it!? You just murdered the FBI!"

"Shut up, Sean, it's us."

Vic wiped the fingerprints on the gun with his clothes, "You have to calm down now, or we will both go to the electric chair." He rushed to the young black man lying on the ground, put the gun into his hand, carefully Put your finger on the trigger, wrap your hands around it, and press hard.

"We're going to die sooner or later..." Sean held his head in his hands in pain, squatting next to the dead body of the FBI agent.

"Ho ho..." Unexpectedly, the young black man showed some signs of waking up, and his eyelids kept shaking.

"Little Binnie?" Vic asked close to his ear.

"Sinaloa..."

"Tell my brother, Barron betrayed us... let him be careful..."

"Who is your brother?"

Sinaloa shook his head and passed out again.

Vic didn't intend to let him live. He observed the wound on his chest, then picked up his body and leaned against the wall. Soon, the blood in his throat blocked the airway, and he began to vomit blood, convulse, and gradually He stopped breathing.

Heard youdancing, boy, stop

Needalesson, boy, stop

Ain't no missing, boy, stop

With that popping, boy, stop

Under the opened vest, the cyan tattoo has been soaked in blood.