Chapter 737: Action Begins, Escape
Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Atlantic City is located 97 kilometers southeast of Philadelphia and 201 kilometers south of New York. It is a world-famous coastal tourist city and was once a gambling city as famous as Las Vegas.
At 7:30 in the evening, on a street in the north of Atlantic City, in a corner where street lights could not reach, an eight-seater MPV quietly parked on the side of the road.
"I didn't expect that Anthony Sorin would end up here."
In the back seat of the MPV, Lacey looked at the luxury restaurant not far away with a telescope and took a big bite of bread.
In the luxury restaurant, Anthony Sorin, dressed in a suit, sat on both sides of the dining table with a very handsome white man.
The two of them enjoyed the food while talking and laughing happily, shaking hands from time to time, and Anthony Sorin occasionally touched the other's thigh gently, looking very happy.
"..."
Feeling a little hot, Winslow turned his eyes away with a grin, picked up the coffee and handed it to Lacey, and said with a smile:
"It's obvious that Anthony Sorin came to Atlantic City to have fun."
"Yeah, his table of food cost thousands of dollars."
Lacey complained unhappily, and then suddenly laughed and said:
"But fortunately, we have Roan, so we can afford it."
Winslow and Chenier, who were sitting next to them, looked at each other and laughed together. The reason why their living standards have been improved is undoubtedly because they followed the right person. Chenier smiled and asked:
"How is Roan?"
"He is contacting the FBI and SWAT team in Atlantic City, but there seems to be a small problem."
Lacey took a sip of coffee and said:
"But we can trust Roan. He has always been very resourceful. Our current task is to keep an eye on Anthony Sorin."
"OK."
The eight-seater MPV slowly quieted down. In the distance, at the corner of another street, three SWAT transport vehicles were parked in the shadows, and a van was parked next to them.
In the command vehicle, Michelle and Mona sat on the left and made their own preparations. On the right, in addition to Roan, there was a middle-aged white man in a black suit.
The man in the suit was named Vincent. He was the local FBI in Atlantic City and was responsible for contacting Roan's special investigation team.
At the beginning, Vincent disagreed with Roan's proposal that three SWAT teams were needed to support this arrest operation.
First, he thought that Anthony Sorin was not worth such a big fuss; second, the three SWAT teams had too many personnel, and the impact of the operation would inevitably be significant. Vincent was worried that it would attract the attention of the reporters and be reported, causing trouble.
For Vincent's first idea, Roan handed him the record of Anthony Sorin's previous encounters with the hostage rescue team.
As for Vincent's second idea, Roan did not say much, and directly called Mr. Clement and Mr. Morgan of the club.
Five minutes later, Vincent received an order from his superiors, requiring him to fully cooperate with Roan's team.
Vincent: "..."
Facing Vincent's shocked and complicated eyes, Roan smiled and patted his shoulder gently, saying:
"Don't worry, I don't like those reporters either."
Roan did not intend to carry out the arrest operation in the center of Atlantic City's downtown, mainly because he was worried about and avoided more passers-by from being injured.
So Roan ordered Lacey, Winslow and Michelle to follow Anthony Sorin, find out where he was staying, and then prepare to raid and arrest him when he was not prepared.
Mona and Michelle, who were following Roan, were currently retrieving surveillance from nearby areas, preparing to keep a close eye on Anthony Sorin's movements through the Internet.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Roan's words:
"Sorry, Team Leader Roan."
"I understand."
Roan smiled. The group of journalists in the Federation was definitely one of the most difficult people to mess with. The charm of journalism was fully reflected in them.
After talking about the matter and simply shaking hands, Roan and Vincent began to discuss the subsequent action plan with a smile.
Not long after, Mona stopped typing on the keyboard, turned around and said:
"Team leader, regional surveillance is ready."
"Good."
Roan nodded with satisfaction, and just as he was about to speak, Michelle suddenly frowned and said:
"Team leader, something happened!"
Mona was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned around. Vincent also immediately moved his chair closer. Roan asked:
"What happened?"
"Anthony Sorin left the table!"
Michelle tapped the computer keyboard a few times, called up the internal surveillance of the high-end restaurant, and said quickly:
"Anthony Sorin got up and went to the bathroom just now, and he hasn't come out yet!"
Roan frowned slightly and immediately pressed the communicator beside his ear:
"Chenelle?"
Chenelle's voice soon sounded in the communicator:
"Lacey and Winslow have gotten off the car to check the situation, and there is no problem at the moment."
"OK."
Luo An narrowed his eyes and looked at the computer screen without saying much. Michelle, Mona and Vincent also stared at the computer screen, and the command car suddenly became very quiet.
"Swish--Swish--"
Suddenly, a sharp electric current sounded from the communicator beside the ears of several people, followed by Lacey's anxious and cursing shouts:
"Team leader! I don't know how Anthony Solin found out that something was wrong. He ambushed us in the bathroom and now ran away from the back of the restaurant!"
"Fu-k!"
Chenie cursed immediately, while Roan rushed out of the command vehicle without hesitation, got into the SUV next to him, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, and quickly said:
"Mona, Michelle, find someone through the surveillance immediately!
Vincent, lead the SWAT team to start the pursuit!"
"Understood!"x3
The three agreed in unison, and Vincent immediately led the SWAT team to carry out the operation. Roan then changed the channel and asked:
"Lacey, how are you and Winslow now?"
"I'm fine, I just got a few punches in the face. "
Lacey's tone was a little unhappy, and the sound of running echoed in the background of the communicator. She said:
"But Winslow's head was hit and he bled a little."
"I'm fine too."
Winslow's voice sounded in the communicator, and his tone was full of anger:
"That bastard Anthony Solin drove a Ford east, the license plate number is xxx! We'll chase him immediately!"
"Found it!"
As soon as Winslow finished speaking, Mona's voice sounded:
"Roan, the car is moving fast towards Highway 63 on the east side! Turn left at the intersection ahead and go straight! Vincent and the others are not far behind you!"
"OK."
Roan immediately turned the steering wheel and turned the direction, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the SUV disappeared in front of the passers-by like a black lightning in the surprised eyes of the drivers.
In the troop carrier not far behind, several SWAT team members' eyelids jumped when they saw the SUV disappear in an instant. Vincent's face twitched and he pressed the communicator:
"Agent Mona, we seem, may, or may not catch up with Team Leader Roan."
"Turn right."
Mona's tone was very calm. She had expected this long ago and said:
"Follow my command. We will surround Anthony Sorin from the front."
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There were a lot of vehicles on Highway 63 at 8 o'clock in the evening, and many drivers were waiting to move forward while cursing.
Suddenly, a Ford sedan suddenly rushed out of the traffic, moving left and right and moving forward quickly, scaring many drivers to curse, and several guys with more bad tempers directly took out pistols from under their buttocks.
But before they could shoot, several grenades suddenly fell out of the Ford sedan.
"?!" xN