High on the riverbank, the morning sun falls on the planting trees. The helicopter drilled out of the morning light. It suddenly rushed towards Allah from above the tree-planting belt on both sides. The gangsters shouted triumphant cheers from behind the obstacles.

James and other police officers continued to shoot. Colleagues on the police boat also kept sweeping up their shuttle bullets.

James kept looking up as he shot behind the gangsters' hideouts.

The plane was flying over them, it was a jet.

The lower body of the fuselage is beige, and the sides are painted with dark red, dark blue, and white lines. The text is written in a white area.

XX Leasing Company

As soon as James realized what the hell was going on, the cabin doors on both sides of the fuselage suddenly opened. He quickly lay on his back, his upper body half up, and raised his gun to his shoulder to aim.

Sarah and another cop did the same, and the rest of the co-workers didn't allow the gangsters to have a minute of peace.

No sooner had James aimed at the left side of the helicopter than the two guys got out, guns still in their hands, and kept shooting at them. But because of the distance, they were no threat to James. At the same time, the police also fired heavily at the plane.

First the gangster's submachine gun fell, and then the two gunners also fell from the engine room, and fell on the boat in front of the stairwell with a "tom", unable to move anymore.

The two gangsters on the other side of the helicopter were also shot down by people from the dock police station and fell into the water. The white waves surged and engulfed them.

Only the chief and co-pilot were left in the helicopter.

None of the police would shoot the two men in the cockpit.

The police don't know they're not gangsters. It is possible that they are just employees of the leasing company.

But even if the police were 100% sure that they were two gangsters, James wouldn't knock them out of the air. Because the planted plane would fall on their own heads – or on a yacht adjacent to an enemy ship. There is a chance that a lot of people will die. That's why Quinn sent a charter company's plane.

The mob boss must have known that neither Sarah from the FBI nor James from the City Police Department would endanger anyone unrelated. That's the ironclad principle of law enforcement.

The hum of the helicopter grew louder and louder, almost to the point of unbearable proportions.

It flew low over the policeman's head and towards the bow of the ship.

The pilots seemed to know that these people would not hurt them. Quinn must have stressed that to them.

Under the fuselage, gunfire rang out again violently. The petty leaders and their small group of men who were still alive knew that they had to take a desperate gamble. If they really wanted to climb into the plane, they had to get past James first.

The machine guns and submachine guns on the police boats in the marina were scarce. As expected, colleagues there were concerned about the helicopter pilot.

James decided to keep the situation under control. For that he had to get closer.

A glance at Sarah was enough. She knew right away what James was up to, and she knew he couldn't stop him from doing it.

Nothing in the world could stop James from doing that.

James moved to the right and leaned out from behind cover.

Sarah's submachine gun went off.

Despite the helicopter, James heard gunshots.

James crawled towards the bow of the boat, and he saw a pair of shoes and a pair of trouser legs of the gangster hiding behind the concealment. Of course, he could see the helicopter, too.

The steel box with the landing gear on the roof of the ship fell, only a meter high. The decisive moment is fleeting.

James sped up his climb forward.

The little bosses are ready and ready to jump.

They just waited for the helicopter to block the police shooting.

They pinned their hopes on the boat below that no one would shoot either.

The helicopter's landing gear was almost down to the top of the ship, at most thirty centimeters. Now we have to act. If they hesitate now, there is no hope.

James looked up slightly. He himself was three meters away from the hovering plane, and the rotor wind was so windy that he could not breathe.

A gangster with unkempt hair shoots as he retreats. Suddenly, he spotted James, hurriedly turned around and shot at him with a submachine gun.

James had no choice but to fire, and had to outrun him.

When James pulled the trigger, his fingers were pulling the trigger as well.

James was a little quicker and saved his life.

The gangsters were knocked to the ground and remained motionless.

His accomplices, who were about to retreat to the other side of the helicopter, witnessed this.

Sarah also arrived at this time.

The gunfire of other colleagues has thinned out. To not endanger the pilots, they had to stop shooting.

The gangsters found the crawling James. He was two meters away from the helicopter.

James recognized the man, the domineering bald mob leader.

A bodyguard escorted him, perhaps the last of his bodyguards.

Both were crawling backwards, both shooting in the direction of James with their guns.

Others are estimated to have reached the other side of the helicopter.

The bald head and the bodyguard were still in front of the plane, shooting at James frantically. James jumped to the side with agility, and the bullet landed where he had just been.

James threw away his submachine gun, rushed to the side of the plane in two large strides, leaped upward, and reached for the lower edge of the cabin door.

The bald head and his bodyguards turned around and raised their guns, and with a bend of his fingers, James would undoubtedly have died in the open door of the helicopter.

Sarah jumped to her feet and fired a relentless burst of fire, finishing her opponent in the nick of time.

James stood up in the cockpit and drew his pistol at the same time.

James' remnants of the gang leaders confronted each other.

Both were fully clothed, and both had Beretta pistols stuck in their waistbands.

The leader is broad-shouldered and able-bodied, and is at least thirty-five years old. His black hair was shaved short, and his black eyes were small and sharp. He wears a red Mancall shirt and dark gray trousers.

Boss Two is half a head taller than One, and is a muscular man. He hadn't been able to get his greasy black curls back together. He wore nothing but a pair of dark blue pants, which he hastily tied with a trouser belt.

The second they stared at each other will never be forgotten. James can't forget it, and they can't either.

The helicopter took off like an express elevator into the sky, while the fuselage leaned forward and headed for the course – in the direction of downtown Los Angeles.

James grabbed a handrail above the doorway with his left hand.

The little bosses all did as James did, and reached for their pistols.

James raised his revolver and shouted at them:

"Lay down your arms!"

Ignoring the advice, the two tried to fight to the death, raising their guns and shooting at James.

James had no choice. A finger hook, a pistol flick, two actions in one go. His pistol slammed, and he saw the co-pilot turn around in fright, as if only then did they understand what was going on.

Pull the trigger a second time.

The pistol shook again, thumped, and hit Gastancha in the right arm. The sheer force of the bullet sent his upper body to turn. When Beretta's pistol fell out of his hand, the conditioned reflex prompted him to release the armrest with his left hand.

Leader Two stood beside him as if in a daze, staring down.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he could not stop the pistol slipping from his hand, and his fingers had no strength left.

Leader One's face twisted in pain, and he reached out to cover his injured arm.

He had to bend down, and at the same time lost his balance, screamed, and fell out of the helicopter.

The second leader looked blank, as if he hadn't heard at all. He stared at James with angry eyes and walked slowly towards him, like a tiger ready to pounce.

James inserted the pistol into the holster.

Leader Two grinned.

James knew that he thought he was a pathetic madman. If he was in James' position, he wouldn't care about beating an unarmed man with a bullet. This big guy doesn't know what fair trade is. He couldn't figure out how anyone could have such a strange attitude towards him.

In addition to fair trade, James also takes into account the second factor:

If Leader Number One falls into the river and drowns, Leader Two is the only local gang leader they have left. So he's very important to James.

He grinned even harder.

It was as if he could read James's thoughts. But James simply didn't believe he was so smart.

James is ready to fight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that they were flying to a bridge in the center of the city. Visitors who travel around by helicopter must find this extremely thrilling. James felt the same way.

The number two leader shouted, shook his fist, and lunged at James.

James couldn't hear his shouting, only his mouth open.

He was taking a risk, because just one side of James was enough to get him off the plane unimpeded.

James half-turned, lifted his knees, and grabbed him with his hands, knocking him to the ground. Despite the rumbling of the machine, James heard Freddy's exclamations. When James left the guy, the helicopter fuselage shuddered.

But the pilot took control of the plane.

Suddenly, something resembling an iron claw suddenly wrapped its arms around James' ankles and lifted his legs.

James fell on his feet and could no longer stand on his feet. He paddled his arms in vain, trying to grasp something.

James fell. You're to blame! James shouted inwardly. Not bad. He thought the number two leader was almost unconscious. Every future police officer in the special police academy has learned, should not believe their impressions, never.

But James didn't have a choice.

The iron arm of the second leader grabbed so fast that James didn't have time to dodge it.

James fell into the helicopter cabin with a thud and hit his head somewhere next to the pilot's seat.

James passed out unconscious and fell into the darkness.

I don't know how much time has passed, but James finally opened his eyes again.

The number two leader was looking at James with a sinister smile. He was close to James, and the exhaled wine surrounded him like a cloud.

He said something, but James couldn't hear it. Judging by the movement of his lips, he seemed to be saying, "Stinky police!" Go to hell, stinky cop! ”

He put the muzzle of his gun against James' head.

James secretly scolded himself: Hell, why am I in such a hurry to wake up?

It's easier to die when you're unconscious. Anyway, James was guessing, although he hadn't seen any reports of the experience.

The second leader's grin is devilish. The grinning James saw seemed to be a close-up.

His only problem was that he had to shoot with a gun in his left hand. And it was difficult for him to put his index finger through the trigger guard.