Los Angeles is already boiling. 『頂『『『,

Thirteen troops, all of them cooperated, and went after a car.

Most importantly, when the flame chariot collided with two explosion-proof vehicles, a reporter hid aside and recorded the whole process.

In addition, the overturning of the police station has been spread on the Internet.

Some hackers who were idle had nothing to do actually hacked the police station system and began to hunt down fugitives live on the Internet.

For a while, the matter was in an uproar, and some private TV stations began to broadcast the incident.

After all, the United States is too open, and whenever something happens, it spreads feverishly.

Among them, the surveillance video of the police station was leaked together, and there was a heated discussion on the Internet, which is incredible.

A skeleton wrapped in black flames, a man with sparks in his eyes and mouth, is simply filming a TV series.

People are following the incident through mobile phone networks and various channels.

With a gloomy face, Tagore's cell phone rang, indicating that the last call he wanted to answer at the moment was the mayor's private number.

"Hey, is it Rabindranath Tagore?" An old voice came from the phone.

"It's me, Your Excellency the Mayor." Tagore said depressedly.

"This matter has been known to the whole of Los Angeles, and soon the whole of the United States, and even the whole planet, and I need a satisfactory answer." Mobile phone middle way.

"I see." Tagore said solemnly.

After a brief conversation, the phone had been hung up, and it was obvious that both of them understood the seriousness of the matter.

"Director, there's a message from the Federal Bureau." A civilian police officer said.

A page of information was displayed on the computer screen containing information about John Raining.

"Hey, Agent 5." Rabindranath Tagore took a breath of cold air.

Looking at the information of Cyril Cons, a wanted criminal, a professional killer, and marked with information about the Afghan service.

"Damn, what the hell is going on, an agent, a killer, died, and became inhuman and alive again." Rabindranath Tagore roared.

He was also afraid in his heart, it was so weird today, he was dreaming, and he hoped to wake up soon.

When he was sent back, his head was twisted and deformed, and he couldn't die anymore.

After only two, one becomes a burning skeleton and the other becomes a skeleton that spews sparks, which are basically creatures of two worlds.

"God, is there really a dead soul in the world?"

A few drops of sweat oozed from Tagore's forehead, and he was as strong as ever.

The riot squad lost its vehicle and could only squeeze into the five police cars that arrived later and continued to pursue according to the command.

The more developed the country, the more surveillance cameras there are.

The whole process is being broadcast live, and a flame is galloping on the road, and it is disappearing in a blink of an eye.

A large number of vehicles are coming from all directions to block it, that is, to predict the route in advance to intercept.

Ten motorcycles, forming a phalanx, are the fiercest mounted police team fighting crime, taking control of a road.

In the flaming chariot appeared, without much talk directly shot, a burst of shooting.

Fu Yang, who was sitting in the car, only heard a crisp clanging sound, and not a single bullet came in.

"I'm a master at bowling." John said frantically.

The ten motorcycles were placed like pins, and he completely slammed the flaming chariot into it as a ball.

Moreover, the mounted police all care whether the motorcycle will be damaged, anyway, they didn't buy it with their own money, and if it was damaged, it would be directly rebuilt.

Bang bang bang......

The motorcycle is not as heavy as the car, and the first three cars fly out directly.

The one behind crashed into a pile, and one of them was directly crushed to the point that the fuel tank was deflated, causing a violent explosion.

However, the flame chariot, with a slight shock, passed quickly without the slightest damage.

The entire mounted police team was dumbfounded, it was simply too strong, and the whole process without slowing down was simply a madman driving.

Losing their means of transportation, the Mounted Police temporarily rushed to the streets, and could only call the nearest unit to come and respond.

At Fu Yang's motion, John headed for outside the Los Angeles border.

In the command room, Tagore was very anxious, if they were allowed to escape, they might not be able to secure their positions, and they tried every possible way to intercept them.

But how to catch is a problem, apparently the two of them are not afraid of bullets.

The plan now is to control them in an area first.

The mobile phone rang again, it was an unfamiliar number, Tagore frowned, and wanted to hang up, thinking that maybe it was an important number, and sometimes it would communicate with an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, is it Director Tagore?" A young voice came from the phone.

"I am, who are you?" Tagore wondered.

"Have you heard of the Super Sentai team?" Mobile phone middle way.

"You're the rumored Super Troop?" Rabindranath Tagore exclaimed.

"Yes, we're on our way here, and we need your personnel, and we're doing everything we can to delay for five minutes." Mobile phone middle way.

"I can't guarantee it, but I'm free to determine what happens." Rabindranath Tagore.

The members of the Super Sentai have always stopped at rumors, and their members are not ordinary people, in various fields, they belong to the elite of the elite, and not only that, they have extraordinary abilities, and often perform tasks beyond the norm.

"That's fine, keep talking."

As soon as the voice drops, the call ends.

But Tagore didn't have a temper at all, but felt a lot more relieved.

Like the Super Sentai Clan, which belongs directly to the Federal Bureau, it requires an extremely high rank to be transferred.

On the road, two armored vehicles were parked horizontally in the middle of the road, behind which rows of barricades were set up, and at the same time, a road spike was swinging.

After a while, the chariot of fire arrived.

A flash of fire slammed into it, still so brutal and rude.

Two armored vehicles overturned in an instant, rows of barricades crashed into the air, wheels crushed against road studs, and nothing happened.

The road spikes that had been run over by the tires had been bent parallel and flames were burning on them.

Get up, this flame is very strange, it can't be extinguished, only wait for a while, it will automatically go out, and it won't cause substantial damage to the object.

Along the way, at intervals, there are roadblocks and police cars lined up.

But in front of the flame chariot, it was like a void, and they all crashed mercilessly.

John was full of interest and enthusiasm, and when he saw police cars, armored cars, and explosion-proof vehicles, he hit them with one word.

If there was a tank, it is estimated that he would dare to hit it directly, without the slightest hesitation.

The citizens of Los Angeles, looking at the arrogant and domineering Flame Chariot through the video, were already speechless and choked, and they didn't want to make any comments.

By the time we reached the edge of the boundary, the surveillance probes were almost gone, and the show was over.

The real show has just begun.

Two Black Hawk helicopters, flying high altitude, followed closely behind the Flame Chariot.

"We're a Super Troop, please stop now." shouted from the helicopter.

"Oops, Super Troop." John said bitterly.

"What Mega Troop?" Cyril wondered.

"A group of Adepts, who have always been mysterious, have been used against the forces of the Dark Realm." John explained.

"Then see what you know." Cyril smiled.

ps: Sleeping, working night shifts, hard single dogs.