Slaughter?

On the Gobi Desert, where the police lights were shining, there were five corpses lying in front of the weekend, but there were only two bullet casings next to these five corpses.

In other words, these people were killed in a single photo.

He didn't even analyze how the battle happened over the weekend, but he saw two sets of footprints next to the corpse, he measured them with his steps, the stride length of these two sets of footprints did not look like they were caused by walking or fighting, and the lack of interruption and regression of the footprints proved that they were not involved in the battle at all, otherwise there would have been a break, and perhaps there would have been traces of jumping and sudden stopping. But these two sets of footprints were so smooth that they looked like they had run over almost without any hindrance......

The footprints of the killer who retreated after killing people?

It's not quite like it, most of the killer's footprints are around the car, and those footprints have obvious connections, so it can be seen that the killer returns the same way he came after killing people, where the round-trip route is very clear, and there are even overlapping footprints.

Tony!

It had to be him.

"Director, what is the caliber of the FBI pistol?"

On the weekend, in order to confirm his speculation, he walked to the front of the car more than ten meters, picked up a dozen bullet casings there that no one paid attention to and asked.

“0.40IN。” Derek walked over from the corpse, stretched out his hand to pick up the bullet casing on the ground and said, "This is not an FBI bullet, it's a 9mm bullet, if I'm not mistaken, it should be 9*19mm." ”

"Can you see it at a glance?"

Derek responded: "If you like guns and study bullets, you will know that there is a difference between FBI Glock bullets and ordinary Glock bullets, just like the MP5A6 that the FBI used for a while, and most of the MP5A5 that can be bought on the market is MP5A5." "The so-called can be seen at a glance has little to do with the caliber, after all, 0.40IN is about equal to about 10mm.

"De, it's almost certain that those two big men from the FBI have met with the Mexicans."

Hearing this, Derick nodded, took out the phone and quickly dialed the number, when the phone was dialed, he didn't give the other party any chance to speak and preemptively said, "What about the latest mobile phone location?" ”

"What about helicopters?"

"If you don't want to find that Italian, just say it, don't you expect us Monteck policemen to walk all over the Gobi on our legs?"

After scolding the person, Derek hung up the phone directly, simple and rude, ignoring what the mood of the FBI little boss was, anyway, he had a good time first.

"Everyone listen, check the body armor, the officer in the passenger seat holds the gun in his hand."

Derrick's face showed a hint of solemnity, with his years of experience in the military career, he didn't need to do on-site trace analysis on the weekend to see what was going on, the black man with the MP5 must have been the first to die, the cause of death was that the firepower was stronger than the pistol, and it would be a huge trouble if he didn't die; The second one who died was the black man who did not have time to fight back, and his death left a chance for the third deceased, that is, the black man with only one bullet casing around him, to fight back, and it was clear that he had not hit, otherwise there would have been blood on the ground; The last to die must have been Evan Basdell, who had run the farthest and had even given up resistance.

The one in front of them is not only limited to the crimes of criminals, their group of patrol officers are facing special forces with sufficient combat experience, such guys should be handed over to the border army to deal with, not the police!

Tick, tick, tick.

Derek's phone rang, and when he opened it, the picture transmitted from it was a mobile phone location, and the old director, who didn't know how to use a smartphone, sat in the office and threw his stomach into the car on the weekend, and he used the comparison of the picture on the mobile phone with the on-board GPS, and came to the conclusion that they were not far from the location location.

"Turn off the lights!"

Before he could say anything, Drake had already arrived at the police car over the weekend, when he looked at the GPS car map and said, "Less than a mile away? ”

"Are they stationary or are they moving?"

Tick, tick, tick.

Derek's phone rang: "De, these two bastards have sent me a picture of the bald head, you must find them quickly, in the photo, the bald head is walking forward, not fast. ”

"Get in the car, quick!"

"Everybody get on board!!"

After Drake hung up the phone again, he opened the car door and went straight to the car on the weekend, and the rest of the patrol officers all ran into the car, and the three police cars with the garbage dump keeper in the trunk stretched out all the way to the Gobi in the middle of the night with their headlights on.

Drake, a man with battlefield experience, is already measuring to avoid casualties among his own people, otherwise he would not have let the police car turn off the police lights, otherwise, in the dark Gobi, the police who were hit by the police lights would immediately become a living target.

……

"Where are they going?"

Tony walked along with the bald head, but the bald head didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and he had walked in the Gobi for so long.

"Why didn't you let me shoot just now?"

The partner asked softly.

"YE, I SHOULD COOPERATE WITH YOU, WE KILLED THE BALD HEAD AND THE LITTLE MEXICAN WITH ONE SHOT, AND THEN SQUATTED ON THE GOBI AND ASKED THE CORPSE STUPIDLY, 'HEY, WHERE DID YOU HIDE THE DRUGS'."

"You're not a tracking expert now?"

"SHIT, the effect of tracking is determined by the continuity of clues, as long as there is a lack of a clue in the process, the possibility of wanting to connect again is almost zero, this is the Gobi, and there is wind and sand, not a city full of cameras."

“DUDE。”

"Bastard."

The two men with their bald heads hanging from afar fight with mosquitoes, and Tony's partner still chooses to fight in the shortest way until ......

As the bald head walked around the dirt wall in front of him, Tony saw a garbage collection truck diagonally behind him, and next to the car, two Mexicans with AK47s in their hands were sitting and resting.

"Finally found it."

Tony took a picture with his phone about two hundred meters away from the car, and the picture didn't look good, even though the focus had been pushed to the nearest distance, it still looked a little blurry. But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that Tony finds the garbage truck.

"How many drugs can this big guy have in it?"

Tony stuck out his tongue and licked his lips to say this, this qiē in front of him was enough to make his salary rise by one level!

By this time, the bald head had already arrived next to the garbage collection truck.

"Leave now."

The bald head gave instructions to his subordinates: "The boss said that this batch of goods will be transported to Houston first, and there will be a car to pick us up on the way, and we will change cars at that time." ”

"How far?"

The Mexican man sitting next to the door of the garbage truck with an AK47 in his arms asked.

"There's enough gas in the mailbox to support you until you change cars." The bald man didn't miss a breath, but after just a casual sentence, the little Mexican came over with food for four.

"Can't you eat first and go?"

"Don't!" The bald head glared angrily and scolded: "If you don't want to leave, you can choose to stay, maybe a few hours, maybe an hour later, the Montek police and the FBI and DEA people will be able to come here with helicopters to race you." ”

"Otherwise, roll me into the garbage truck and eat."

Woo.

The wind and sand drifted down the night, and a few lights in the distance were shining forward, and three cars that couldn't see clearly at night were gradually approaching.

"FUCK, get in the car, quick!"

Dada, da, dada.

The sound of gunfire came again, and the flickering muzzles of the guns about a hundred and fifty meters instantly tore through the darkness of the night.

“FBI！ You are surrounded! ”

Tony's voice rang out in the distance, his muzzle was aimed at the giant garbage truck, and behind the mountain bag, his partner was running fast with a gun......

Bumper.

Tony approached the power to shoot at the door of the garbage collection truck, which was easier to lock onto, in order to slow down the Mexicans getting into the car, after all, it was much easier to hit a stationary car door than to shoot a moving person, not to mention that it was still a hundred and fifty meters away.

"There!"

Sitting in the car on the weekend and pointing in the direction where the gunshots came from, Drake stepped on the accelerator, and the police car appeared even more bumpy on the Gobi.