Chapter 640 Shootout? Better Dance

However, these thoughts were only fleeting, and Harrison kept ordering and directing the action of the convoy.

Today, he is playing a big game.

After this battle, the escort convoy had already traveled halfway.

And in the next journey, most of them are flat and open areas, and there will be fewer and fewer shelters.

To those places, the gangsters had to be dispatched on a large scale if they wanted to succeed, and no two or three hundred people could stop the convoy on the flat area.

But if a team of this size is dispatched, there will be a lot of movement.

The LAPD's helicopter is now following high in the sky, and in the fine afternoon sun, it doesn't need to lower altitude to see far away.

The position of the helicopter is quite high, and it does not dare to stay in a certain position for too long. The previous "machine" happened in the morning. It does not want to be the second LAPD helicopter to crash in one day.

Luke found no abnormality this time.

The convoy advanced a certain distance again, leaving the populated residential area and entering the more desolate factory area.

If there is going to be a big wave of action, this is the most suitable opportunity.

Otherwise, there will be a large desert area after leaving the city, and even Tibetans will be hard to find, and the helicopter will detect the slightest change.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound.

Luke frowned, looked at the team's location, and drove the car over.

In the intercom system, a team member is already reporting the situation: "The vehicle escorting the suspect was hit by X-bombs and rolled over, but we did not find the attacker. Repeat, we did not find the attacker."

So did Luke.

He didn't spot the attackers, and he didn't even smell the X-bombs.

But the SUV pulling Alex did get blown over.

Is it some type of dirt X-bomb? Or... an extraordinary ability? He cruised around the convoy, but found nothing.

No one was around, not even after the suspect was transferred to another SUV.

The people move on,

The blown up SUV can only stay in place, it can no longer be driven.

Suddenly, Luke's expression changed, and he heard the sound of vehicles moving in all directions.

FUXK! He cursed in his heart, and with a swipe of the steering wheel, he backed the car into a dilapidated building on the street.

The next moment, with the rumbling sound, cars rushed out from everywhere.

These cars came from across from Luke, and they were all very fast.

It is exactly the same as the operation of the truck fleet just now.

The helicopter in the air has been reminding frantically: "Here is the vulture! There are many, at least more than fifty cars, they are surrounded from the east."

Luke hid silently in the dilapidated building, watching the cars rush past from east to west.

It's not that he's afraid, but it's not necessary.

There are so many of these guys that he knocks over a few cars and it doesn't affect the big picture.

Rather than being besieged by these guys, he prefers to turn against the guests and follow these guys in the opposite direction before attacking.

But after looking at the passing vehicles outside, Luke turned on the walkie-talkie with a strange expression: "Here is a safari! Brother Hong, the people in these vehicles... don't seem to be carrying weapons, and they don't look like gangsters. It's good to distinguish clearly before firing."

Harrison was stunned when he heard this: "No weapons?"

Luke: "The seven or eight cars I saw were full of young people in their twenties and twenties, and they didn't see any weapons. They... seemed to be going to a carnival."

Harrison immediately questioned the observers in the helicopter.

The observer also discerned carefully, and after a while he was also surprised: "No weapons! Vulture repeats! We did not see weapons."

At this moment, the two sides finally met.

In fact, a large number of vehicles from the other side surrounded the escort convoy, forcing the convoy to slow down and stop.

And these people laughed and got off the bus, stood around the police car, and then strong music played.

These young people hula-la-la-up out of a formation, and then... began to dance, dance, dance!

"WTF!" The people who escorted the convoy almost all scolded in unison.

Did you get something wrong? Now you should chug with your weapons, why do you dance, how dare you dance?

This is not an Indian movie!

The escort team also sat on wax.

Shooting? Crazy to do this.

In front of him were all unarmed young people, including many middle school students aged fifteen or sixteen.

Is it illegal for people to dance? Of course not illegal.

Although the scale of these two hundred people is a bit exaggerated, no one said that if one or two hundred people gather together, they cannot dance.

Harrison also saw the situation here, and said after a moment of silence: "The patrol police go and ask what they are doing, so that they don't obstruct their official business."

The four motorcycle patrol officers had the worst luck.

Others are still in the car, but they are trapped in the "sea of ​​the people".

They neither dared to do anything nor walked, and the people around them surrounded them tightly.

Some of the youngsters even put on difficult dance performances on their police motorcycles.

Selena looked stunned from the outside: "Can you still play like this? What exactly is this operation?"

Luke frowned.

He also didn't understand what these young people wanted to do, wouldn't they really come for dancing?

A moment later, the four inquiring motorcycle patrol officers smiled wryly, and one of them pressed the walkie-talkie: "Brother Hong, they said they were hired to shoot the MV, and they also said that it was the MV of the famous singer Sheila's new song."

Luke and Selena looked at each other: Is this nonsense?

He took out the fake phone and sent Sheila a message.

After a while, Sheila's message came back.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief: "It's none of Sheila's business. She's been busy preparing for a concert tour recently, and has no plans to release new songs at all."

Selena looked at the children who were still jumping: "That means, someone did this on purpose?"

Luke nodded.

Most of his attention, though, was around him.

These young people don't smell of weapons and dangerous goods, they are just tools to distract the police.

Luke was most worried that the gangsters would attack at this opportunity, but there were a lot of young people beside the escort convoy.

Fortunately, such a frenzied attack did not happen.

The motorcycle patrol police made unremitting efforts, finally turned off the music, and explained that their party was the real LAPD team, not a temporary prop invited by the MV.

After a group of young people looked at each other in dismay, they also gave way.

But when Harrison asked the patrol officers to ask them who the organizer of the event was, the young people looked around and said they couldn't find a certain girl named Peggy.

This Peggy is the initiator of this event. She is the cheerleader of a middle school. She informed everyone yesterday that there is this event.

Moreover, every child who participated in this activity was first paid $50.

Playful and rewarding, these kids quickly formed a large group.

According to them, the other party asked them to surround a team of prop police cars and perform song and dance performances on the grounds of filming an MV.