Chicago 1990

In fact, there are more than two cars on the road.

"Find a cover and step aside. It's very close to the waste car treatment plant. The two cars behind may be suspects. No one comes to this place at night. Don't turn off the fire."

The FBI car did not turn on the headlights at all. The captain was very experienced and found two high-beam dogs catching up on the road behind. He immediately ordered the driver to slip the car off the shoulder and wait behind a large billboard.

"Who is behind? APLUS?"

Sinaloa also spotted the car behind him, leaned out half of his body from the front passenger seat, crying and laughing with joy, "Hey! Good brother! I knew you would come! My M-Fxxk knew you weren't there." Kind of people! Oh oh oh..." Then kept tapping the roof, "Stop, stop!"

"Should you not go to the processing plant and meet Barron?" the subordinate asked.

"Stop! I want to talk to APLUS brothers first." He yelled to the driver while sitting back in the car.

"Okay, okay." The driver pulled over and stopped.

Sinaloa rushed out of the car excitedly and ran in the middle of the right lane. While jumping, he waved his hands like a child to the car behind, "I'm here! APLUS brother!" he shouted.

"Boy Mink, he found us..."

The dark green notebook car was the fastest. When they saw Sinaloa in the middle of the road, they were already very close. The driver subconsciously slammed on the brakes and stopped more than 20 meters away from the opponent.

"He doesn't seem to be hostile?"

The three Harlem old blacks in the car looked at the excited Sinaloa and looked at each other. They couldn't make up their minds for a while.

"Hey, M-Fxxk turn off the lights!"

Sinaloa and his men were squinted by the far light, and he shouted.

"Damn, do it! Right here! He must be that GD shooter, his voice can't be wrong, believe me!"

In the dark green notebook car, the black man who made the decision, that is, the black man who drove hesitated for a while holding the barrel of the pistol, exchanged fierce eyes with the two companions, and then simultaneously rolled down the car window, leaned out and aimed .

"It seems something is wrong..." The people in Sinaloa tried to distinguish with their hands under the light, and picked up their guns, "APLUS won't drive this kind of broken car over, hey! People behind! Get off! Let me see Know you guys!"

Without any response, Sinaloa's smile froze on his face and suddenly jumped to the side of the road.

'boom!Boom!'

Three fires lit up in the direction of the high beam, and gunshots spread far in the quiet night.

There was no driving light on Chrysler Fifth Avenue, which was hanging far behind. Old Mike stopped the car when he heard the gunshot. He took out the map, illuminated it with a small flashlight on his mouth, quickly estimated it, and then reversed the car. , Quickly retreated to the nearest three-way intersection, then parked the car in the woods saying goodbye, got out of the car and opened the trunk to take the gun.

'boom!boom!Da da da……'

"Report, report, fierce firefighting occurred on the road outside the factory, and fierce firefighting on the road outside the factory!"

In the waste car treatment plant, the police officer’s report came out on the walkie-talkie. In fact, everyone heard it vaguely. "Fxxk!" The director scolded, "Helicopter team is in place. Please quickly get in place for the helicopter team and go to the fire fighting. Location, report to me at any time, over."

"Group D heard, please reply, Group D heard, please reply over." The director continued to order.

"Group D received, over."

"Block the roads according to the original plan, block the roads according to the original plan, over."

"Group D will be in place right away...we are in place, over."

"what should we do?"

The sheriff and the special police captain looked at him and Childs, "The special police rush over first, the police will follow." Childs ordered.

A dozen police lights suddenly lit up in the dark factory area, and they drove to the place where the incident happened.

"Sit down!" Vic also drove inside, watching the gap and slamming the steering wheel, desperately overtaking.

At the three-way intersection, Old Mike was hiding behind the car assembling a sniper rifle, and several police cars had been driving from two directions on the road.

A few minutes later, two helicopters roared into the night sky in the distance. They were the fastest to reach the scene. The searchlight lantern covered the two cars parked on the road.

"Helicopter group report, helicopter group report, there are two vehicles parked on the road, and the firefighting has stopped. At present... at least two suspect bodies have been found, and one suspect is hiding behind the vehicle behind, who should be armed...over ."

"You have been surrounded! You have been surrounded!"

The SWAT car then rushed to the spot, fully armed, they approached Sinaloa's car first, a corpse fell to the side of the road, the car was beaten into a sieve by them, two in the front row were all dead, one half of the body Hanging on the window of the cab, the other is lying on his back in the passenger seat.

The SWAT captain shouted with a horn: "Put down your weapons! I know you are behind the car, say it again, put down your weapons!"

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

The black man at the rear of the car behind was locked firmly by the searchlights of the two helicopters. He sat on the ground, holding the small pistol in his arms, crying and crying, "I don't know how things will turn out to be like this. I don’t know, their firepower is too fierce and fierce. I want to go back to New York..."

"We are here! Put down your weapons! Say it again, put down your weapons!"

The special police officers cleared their shields, lined up in a vertical line and approached along the sides of the two vehicles. They saw a pistol thrown out from the rear of the vehicle, saying, "The suspect has been disarmed, and the suspect has disarmed, over." The helicopter crew's report was transmitted via walkie-talkie. Gave them.

The special police rushed forward and pulled up the survivor who was already limp and put on handcuffs.

With a short sudden stop, Vic rushed over like a wild boar, opened the mouths of the three dead, and then ran over to check the one that was still alive.

"Vick, don't spoil the scene!" The special police captain shouted at him dissatisfied.

But he didn't care at all, and ran back to the Sinaloa car, bowed his head and circled around, then beckoned and led the stormtrooper into the bushes on the side of the road.

"Hey, Vic! What did you find!? Fxxk! Vic! Vic! McGee! Come back!"

The SWAT captain also ran to the car and looked at the blood stains on the road, extending to the road. "The SWAT team report, the SWAT team report, there are suspects at large, and there are suspects at large. Detective McGee has already charged. …Uh, the special operations team for anti-spinning and anti-organized crime chased it up. I need the support of the police dog team...over."

"Group A report, we also found another car, hidden behind the billboard, no people in the car, over."

The chief's voice came from the intercom, "Helicopter Group No. 1, go to the billboard! No. 2 to help Vic! Over!"

The two helicopters went to each other in the air.

"This is Helicopter One, uh, there are many billboards along the way..."

"Amy Adams' NOKIA ad, a very beautiful white girl...over."

"Is the heroine who danced my life? Okay, I saw her, and I saw the car."

The FBI car was found empty, and the Director and Childs arrived in the car, "it looks like an FBI car." A police officer saw the special pass on the front glass.

"The special police team reported that none of the three deceased had the physical characteristics of the main suspect, Sinaloa, and the surviving suspect did not know his whereabouts. I need a police dog. Repeat, I need a police dog! Over."

"Chief, the helicopter of the TV station has already taken off, and it will be there in about 15 minutes." The police assistant came to report.

"Oh! M-FXXK!"

The director was so angry that he dropped the walkie-talkie to the ground.