“Move_move……”

“FBI！”

"Get down and put your hands up! Get down! ”

With a bang, the hammer was discarded to the side, whether it was the person who held it at first, or the person who took it, they all rushed towards the house with the moment the door was slammed open. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a very ordinary FBI's arrest work, which has been monitored for a long time, and it has been determined that the arrested person has no heavy weapons in hand, so the FBI and the local police are equipped with conventional equipment.

"Sir, no target found in the house! Complete! ”

"What? You repeat? ”

"Sir, the house is empty, no target has been found! Complete! ”

"No goal?!"

In the temporary headquarters across the block, a silver-haired white commander was stunned for a moment when he heard this result, and simply repeated the report of the commandos on the spot!

"Bastard, dig three feet into the ground and find it for me, I repeat, dig three feet into the ground and find it for me too, do you understand!" After saying that, the silver-haired officer slammed the walkie-talkie on the table beside him, and turned his back to the others in anger.

"Yes, sir!"

Although he knew the temperament of the commander very well, James, as the captain of the commando, had to tell his commander the actual situation, so after he ended the call, he began to command his team members to carefully search every corner of the house.

A carpet search was over, and James and his assault team didn't find anything unusual, as if the house was an ordinary house. He began to wonder if the colleagues who were being monitored and followed were tricked, clean floors, clean beds, even the kitchen and trash cans were empty, how could there be a target for such an empty house, and said that this is the long-term residence of the bandits?!

"These damn white dogs, that's how they work!"

James ordered his men to continue searching the basement, and he was sure that it was worthless, so he cursed his incompetent colleagues in other departments as he walked towards the door of the house.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw a local policeman leaning against the doorpost and spitting clouds, as if he had known that this operation would be fruitless and would return in vain. Of course, James can't blame him, after all, this person is not an FBI insider, an ordinary policeman, and they can't be asked to do any high-level work, these people can at most maintain order on the periphery, stand guard or something, but his clothes are a bit big, no matter how to get a cigarette and smoke first.

"Hey! Man, get me a cigarette too! James said as he took off his helmet and tucked it under his armpit, smoking a police cigarette with his other finger.

Because the policeman who smoked had his back to the door all the time, no one was seen coming out of the house. He heard a voice coming from behind him, and his movements paused obviously, and the red cigarette butt dimmed because he had stopped smoking, but he didn't turn around, but looked in one direction.

“HI！ Man, is there still smoke? James was a little unhappy about the failure of the operation, but now he needed to smoke a cigarette to calm down so that he could report the details of the operation to the commander, so before the smoking policeman turned around, he took the initiative to step forward and pat him on the shoulder.

The smoking policeman had to turn around this time because James asked for a cigarette closely, and clamped his cigarette with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and looked at the FBI commando member in front of him, Xu found that the clothes he was wearing did not have traces of cigarettes, so he raised his cigarette butt high and turned it into a bullet, and bounced less than two-thirds of the cigarette butt to the road in front of him.

James looked at the reddish cigarette butt, moving in a perfect parabola in the air, and he didn't know what nerve felt wrong, and the abnormal breath seemed to be coming. The cigarette butt fell to the ground and splashed sparks, the area seemed to be a little wet, although it was night, the lighting was not good, but the reflection was obvious, he had not yet turned his attention, the policeman in front of him hooked the corners of his mouth, and his handsome face had a charming smile.

Shout! The cigarette butt hit the ground, and in an instant a string of flames skewered up, and the wet ground was gasoline, and the cigarette butt ignited it, and the flames burned quickly along a specific track towards a police car.

Dropping the helmet, James was very quick, pulled out the pistol on the holster of his right leg, opened the safe, and aimed it at the policeman who threw the cigarette butt:

"Get down and put your head in your hands!"

James's eyes shot at the cold star, and his two curved eyebrows were like paint, but he didn't use any deterrence, and the smoking policeman kept his smile, and his eyes full of charm seemed to be laughing at him, and he slowly raised his hands and squatted down little by little.

Bang!

James still underestimated the power of the car explosion, and perhaps some high explosives were added to it, so the shock wave from the explosion spread out in a circle at a super high speed, lifting the car and shattering the glass windows of the houses on both sides.

A stumbling, the affected James did not stand firmly, the smoking policeman took the opportunity to exert force, the half-squatting body was no longer a forced situation, more like accumulating strength, he took advantage of James being disturbed by the shock wave, his legs were strengthened, and he knocked down James at once and went to the house.

"What's going on, can anyone tell me what's going on?" At the temporary headquarters across the road, the silver-haired chief heard the explosion and hid under the table and shouted loudly, as if his subordinates around him should stop scrambling to find safety cover at this time, explain to him or find out the reason for him.

"I don't know! Sir! A young FBI agent in a suit raised his pistol and replied loudly with his back against the wall.

"Bastard, what idiot can tell me what's going on?"

"Sir, one of our cops exploded and we were attacked, sir!" An agent near the window spoke out loud what he had seen before he crouched.

"Bastard, didn't you say that you didn't find a target? And how was it attacked again? The silver-haired officer grabbed one of his subordinates by the collar and spat angrily questioning his subordinate's ability to work.

"Sir, listen!" The subordinate who was caught by the collar did not defend himself at this time, but reminded the chief very strangely that there was a voice approaching, but he did not judge the source of the voice for a while.

"What?" The silver-haired chief was obviously stunned, he knew that his subordinates would not want to listen to any strange voices for no reason, I don't know if he was too excited, he didn't notice anything.

…….

“RPG！”

Not long after James fell to the ground, he was still a little groggy, but the smoking cop was too abnormal and had to be pursued, so he struggled to get up. At this moment, not far away, a fast-speeding thing, with a long tail composed of flames, headed towards the temporary headquarters, and when it heard a roar, it was realized that it was a rocket:

“RPG！！”

No matter how loud his mouth opened and how loud his voice was, it was too late, and James couldn't stop the missile, so he could only watch as the rocket exploded through the window and at the temporary headquarters.

"Who are you and how did you get in......"

The voice of James' subordinates came from inside the house that had just been searched, and he wanted to remind his subordinates to be careful of the policeman, but there were too many accidents and he was completely out of control.

Bang!

James watched as the house he was in exploded, blazing with flames, the shockwave knocking over the door panels and the flames slamming wildly into his face.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die in this damn place, it's all to blame on those incompetent idiots, who can't even monitor and track, and they are ambushed, and I haven't experienced their beauty ...... those women"

Faced with the coming of death, James's mind flashed images of countless bikini beauties, white skin, yellow skin, and other skin tones. He doesn't want to die, he still has a lot of things to do, but there is no way, the Grim Reaper will not discuss the time of death with you.

……

Knock knock!

“Hi！ Man！ It's time to get there, wake up, wake up! ......" a man dressed as a driver, shook it effortfully, and sat on the shoulder of a young man in the middle of the car.

"Hmmm! ～”

"It's time to stop, wake up!"

Although he heard the young man's nasal voice, probably because he didn't see any signs of getting up, the driver picked up the magazine covering his face.

Xu is driver's actions played a role, Xu is magazine was taken away because of the light, and the young man opened his eyes slightly.

Of course, what caught the eyes of young people could not be a bikini beauty, but a fat man with a face full of meat.

"Shhh Is this how far it is? The young man, not wanting to make himself disgusted, avoided the fat face of the fat man and looked left and right.

"Well, why is there no one in the car?"

The young man's question, the fat driver did not answer him, just raised the magazine in his hand, and then looked at him with yellow skin.

"It's time to stop, isn't it?" Although the young man guessed the answer, he subconsciously asked more.

"What do you say! Man, it's okay if you read pornographic literature on the long-distance bus, and you don't want to get off the bus when you get there, and you ......"

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice!"

The young man didn't want to spend much time with the fat man, so while he was spitting, he quickly got up, took off the backpack from the overhead rack, and carried it in his hand.

"Is it okay if I didn't notice? Do you know how much time you're delaying me? I ......"

Obviously, the fat driver was a talker, and he talked endlessly, and although the young man was not angry, he had already walked to the door, and left a magazine for you, and got out of the car.

"The girl on page fourteen has the best figure!" James said this not far from the car, watching the long-distance passenger bus leave!

"City of Archangels! I'm James. Week is coming! Come on!! ”

That's right, this James and the commando captain are one person, a third-generation Chinese immigrant, and his grandfather came to the United States to pan for gold in the early years of the Republic of China, but his grandfather's body was too damaged when he was young, so he hung up before he was born. His grandmother died suddenly when James's parents were in a car accident, and he was left alone in 1984.

Fortunately, the first two generations had some inheritance, so as not to starve to death on the streets, and they also completed their studies with a little surplus, although they were nominally born in the city of archangels, but in fact they are small cities below, and the only thing to be happy about is that there are many Chinese immigrants in it, accounting for 45% of the city.

Although James hated reading and often caused trouble, there were still people who took care of him, especially a congressman surnamed Huang, and let him be admitted to the police academy. So he can be a police officer, but he just graduated, and today he is reporting from the substation under the LAPD, and strictly speaking, he is not a police officer.

That's not the point, I just had a dream of being an FBI in the car, this is James's ideal, I don't know if it's because of his skin color, he has excellent indicators, when he was in the police academy, he was not favored by the FBI, so he could only come here as an ordinary policeman.