Chapter 11 The Shooting Case
"Okay, you can take my car to the airport, and these gentlemen, I'm sorry you can't turn around here, you can only drive straight ahead and leave here!" After Grigory's pleading, the police finally agreed to send When they went to the airport, Seryozha and Grigory carefully opened the car door while staring at the two guys with guns, and the two guys were also staring at them. ΔΔEveryone seemed to have reached a tacit understanding in front of the police. Among the six people present, only this policeman did not know the real situation.
"Our luggage is still in the trunk!" Grigory said this, and the expressions of the driver and the two guys with guns changed. Grigory didn't realize at all that if he didn't mention the money and followed the police obediently, they might still let him and Seryozha go. But once anyone wants to take the money, then don't even think about going back alive. Mr. Mobuano is not going to let it go without getting his money back, not if they don't do their job well.
The three people in the car looked at Grigory coldly, and the two gunmen quietly touched the weapons in their pockets. Killing the police is a serious crime, and it is tantamount to making an enemy of the powerful judiciary in the United States. Even the mafia doesn't want to do it, but I'm afraid it has to be done tonight. The driver of the car looked at the two people behind through the rearview mirror, and nodded secretly, and the two gunmen also nodded in response.
"Is their luggage in the trunk?" the policeman asked the driver. The driver immediately opened the trunk of the luxury concierge car, and Seryosha took out the large boxes inside one by one, a total of four large boxes, each containing 2.5 million US dollars. Seryozha and Grigory, carrying a heavy suitcase in one hand, followed the policeman and began to walk towards the police car. Seryozha put all his thoughts behind him at this time. Although he didn't look back, he kept listening with his ears up, while his eyes were on the waist of the policeman walking in front. Used revolver.
The two gunmen in the concierge car opened the door lightly. At this time, the police turned their backs to them. Their feet stretched out of the car and stepped on the solid ground. They held the car door with one hand, and then they all got out of the car. With the other hand, they slowly took out a pistol from their pocket, raised it, and aimed at the back of the policeman and Seryozha.
There was a slight sound of stones rubbing against the ground, and Seryozha knew that this was the moment. He threw down the suitcase and rushed forward, knocking both the policeman and Grigory to the ground.
"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots came from behind, and Seryozha's quick decision and sharp reaction saved everyone's life. Seryozha rolled on the spot and lay face up on the ground. He used the strength of his abdominal muscles to pull up his upper body, then raised the police gun in his hand, and shot back. This gun belonged to the policeman just now, and Seryozha drew it when he threw him down.
The sudden gunshots surprised the policeman, but the usual training was not in vain. He protected Grigory and ran towards the police car with a bent body. Several bullets hit him behind him. After firing the shot, Seryozha hurried to run up the slope beside the road. No one was hit by the shot just now. The policeman took out another shotgun from the police car, and he started to fight back, "Boom!" As soon as the shotgun went off, the glass of the luxurious Lincoln car was instantly shattered, and the driver in the car picked up the gun as well. The gun joined the battle, and there was a burst of gunfire all of a sudden. Grigory curled up with his head in his arms, curled up and hid in the position of the left front wheel of the car.
With the powerful firepower of the police, the pressure on Seryozha's side suddenly decreased a lot. The revolver in his hand still had five bullets. After being honed on the battlefield in Afghanistan, Seryozha's marksmanship has improved a lot, but he still can't be regarded as a sharpshooter. He aimed carefully at the head of a gunman and firmly blocked the flight.
"Bang!" Seryozha hit the gunman's neck with his shot, and blood spurted out instantly. The guy covered his wound and fell helplessly, his legs twitching uncontrollably.
Seryozha had just succeeded here, when the remaining two killers pointed their guns at him in an instant, and the powerful firepower forced him to retreat into the ditch by the roadside. On the police side, because there was one less gunman, the pressure was greatly reduced. In addition, the shotgun killed a large area at close range. Two consecutive "dongdong" shots hit the driver's knee, and he was in pain. He lay on the ground howling while hugging his shattered knee.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining gunman quickly repelled the police's offensive with a few shots. He got into the cab and started the car to run away. How could Seryozha let him go? He climbed up, and stood steadfastly at the car that hit him. He raised the gun in his hand!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunman was finally killed with five shots in a row, but at this time he could no longer dodge the car. He hit the car, and his body began to roll involuntarily. The car rushed past him and crashed into the side of the road. Seryozha was bruised all over, but the danger was not over, and he could not stop. He rolled and crawled, and limped to the side of the first gangster who was killed. At this time, the driver was also sitting on the ground in horror, chasing Sergei with a gun and shooting randomly. Sergea picked up the dead gunman. weapon, and pulled the trigger continuously at the driver. The distance between the two was too close, and before they had time to think, they started shooting at each other. Meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins, Serezha felt a shock in his shoulders, followed by great pain, he clenched his teeth and howled and fired all the bullets, the driver was shot in the head and fell to the ground.
The scene finally became quiet again. The policeman hid in front of the car in shock, pointed his gun at Seryozha and said, "Put down the weapon, or I will shoot. Put down the weapon."
Seryozha felt a sharp pain in his shoulder at this moment, he was shot, but fortunately only in this place, and he swung his arm and threw the pistol to the other side of the road. He raised his uninjured hand, and the policeman approached him step by step with a shotgun. He kicked the two corpses first, and then said to Seryozha: "Who are you? Show your identity." identity?"
"I'm a staff member of the Soviet delegation at the 22nd International Mathematical Olympiad. Calm down, buddy. Those people tried to rob me just now. I can explain..." Seryozha hurriedly defended himself.
"Shut up! Put your hands on your head and don't play tricks!" said the policeman threateningly, putting the barrel of a gun on Seryozha's head. Seryozha could only do as he did. He held his injured arm over his head with one hand, and the cold handcuffs were tightly handcuffed on his hands.
"Follow me back to the police station, where I have plenty of ways to make you tell the truth, the staff of the Soviet delegation." The police contemptuously grabbed Seryozha and Grigory into the police car.