Chapter 617 Little Brother, What's the Matter with You?

Soon, the three of them approached the bank where the incident occurred, and the police intercom channel at Luke's front desk was full of conversations about the case.

"Two robbers broke out of the bank..."

"They were all armed with automatic weapons, and one of the robbers was using an AK with a drum, and the firepower was extremely ferocious..."

"SAT couldn't make it, their car was stuck on the road two kilometers away..."

"A police officer was shot, a police officer was shot..."

"The bandits began to flee eastward..."

"There's something wrong with the gangster's car, they're getting out of the car..."

"The two gangsters started to flee separately..."

"A bandit was knocked down..."

"Only one gangster is left trying to hijack passing vehicles..."

While listening to the intercom system, Luke said, "Harrison, Jim, are you ready?"

Harrison: "Get ready, let me out of the car."

Luke: "No, I mean, are you ready to be robbed of your car by gangsters?"

Harrison: "hat?"

His gaze turned to block the wind, and he was stunned: "You wouldn't want to rush over, would you?"

Luke: "My car's glass is bulletproof, and it won't be pierced by one or two shots. Are you confident?"

Harrison's brain switched: "Okay."

Luke stopped talking, but slowly lowered his speed.

Just more than 20 meters away from the three people, a gangster was gesturing the gun in his hand, motioning for passing vehicles to stop.

But unfortunately, the cars in front were so frightened that they stomped on the accelerator and ran away.

The gangster didn't want to destroy the front windshield of the vehicle, so he fired a few shots from the side and rear, and the cars ran faster.

finally,

He saw a car that seemed startled by him, slowing down.

Luke began to count down: "Three! Two!"

The gangster was overjoyed, quickened his pace and ran over, the gun in his hand was bang bang bang a few shots.

He shouted in his mouth: "Beep! Stop! Stop! Or I'll kill you..."

At this moment, the car just drove past him, and the rear door stopped in front of him. The gangster took two steps back and gestured with the gun in his hand: "Open the door! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

As he said that, he pulled the co-pilot's door with one hand, raised the gun to the sky with one hand, and fired two more shots.

"One!" Luke's countdown ended at the same time, and he had already pressed the downhill button of the car window.

"Open... er door for labor and capital?" The gangster was dumbfounded.

In the open car window, Luke's Glock, Harrison's MP5, the two black muzzles were facing him like that, less than a meter away.

At the same time, Jim also opened the left rear door instantly, put the M4A1 in his hand on the roof of the car, aimed at him, and shouted: "Don't move! If you move, you will be killed."

"Come on, let me see what little toy you're holding." Harrison changed to holding a gun in one hand, stretched out his left hand, and unhurriedly squeezed the gun body held by the bandit, so that the muzzle continued to point upwards.

He pulled hard on his hand, but didn't move: "Huh?"

"Little brother, what's the matter with you?" Luke smiled, Glock's muzzle nodding at the gangster's head.

The gangster let go of the clenched gun sadly, and Harrison finally took it in front of him and glanced at it: "PP91? You are very professional."

Here, Luke has raised his thumb with his free right hand and pointed to the back seat: "Didn't you really want to hitch a ride just now? Come on up!"

Jim has quickly bypassed the back of the car, quickly handcuffed the guy, and pushed it into the back seat of the car.

Harrison picked up the walkie-talkie: "I'm 70-David of SAT (group 7 captain), the second gangster has been subdued, we'll take him there."

Jim changed to the co-pilot, and Luke drove towards the bank.

Jim turned his head to look at the gangster in the back row, hey hey, "Little brother, what's the matter with you?"

The gangster has already had his hood ripped off by Harrison, and his face is full of despair: I don't know what's going on!

He really didn't understand why he grabbed a car of SAT when he grabbed a car.

All three of Luke wore black hoods, and Harrison and Jim also had SAT's bulletproof vests, which was the rhythm of SAT's dispatch.

Within one or two meters, he was pointed at by three special police officers with guns, and he had no courage to resist, even if he had a body armor.

After a while, Luke drove the car to the bank, and several patrolling police officers came over, watching Harrison and Jim, who were covered in black hoods, pull the gangster out of the car, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They were beaten by these two rampant gangsters just now, and as soon as SAT came out, they stopped work.

"Your SAT came really fast today." A police officer couldn't help but praise.

Another police officer looked at Luke's badge and asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

Luke smiled and said, "I'm just a driver, don't worry about me."

Harrison: ...no wonder I rarely see your name in the dossier.

Handing the robber to the patrol officer, Harrison was about to say something when his walkie-talkie rang again: "Captain, are you still there?"

Harrison shrugged helplessly to Luke and switched on the walkie-talkie: "Still here, what's wrong? You didn't have lunch! The gangster almost slipped away. Are you still on the road, waiting for the exhaust?"

After being scolded for a moment of silence, he said, "Captain, let's not talk about this for now. There is a guy who wants to commit suicide in the residential area over there on No. 107. Would you like to go over there?"

Harrison is angry: "Then you won't call me after he kills himself?"

After a moment of silence on the walkie-talkie, he said cautiously: "But, we are really stuck in traffic. The guy who committed suicide is still holding a gun. The patrol police want us to rush over to deal with it."

Harrison: "Got it, I'll rush over right away."

Hanging up the communication, he looked at Luke: "That..."

"Get in the car, haha, you've been so busy lately?" Luke got into the car and waved.

Jim voluntarily sat back in the back seat.

Harrison got into the co-pilot, closed the car door, and sighed: "Who knows what's going on in Los Angeles recently. There are a lot of gangs roaming the streets, and there's a "ghost butcher" who is killing them. The District Attorney and the judge haven't figured it out yet, the Garcia family bombed again in a stronghold in the East District yesterday, and an FBI agent died at the viaduct, this is really..."

Luke chuckled: "You are SAT, not the Eastern District Police Station, and you are not in charge of case detection, so what's the hurry. Anyway, if you have a task, you can go, and if you don't have a task, you can rest."

Harrison thought about it too, and couldn't help laughing: "Yeah. What do the officials think, don't worry about our shit, I'm not lazy anyway."

Jim in the back seat didn't say a word, but nodded sympathetically.

The car sped away to the new crime scene two blocks away.

Three people got out of the car, and two men on the side of the road greeted them soon after they arrived: "Boss, this guy is a little troublesome."

Harrison's face was less gentle at this time: "What's the trouble? Is he a sharpshooter or can't kill a bullet?"

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