Many of Chicago's evergreen shrubs in winter are coniferous species, and Vic rushes ahead, breathing like a bellows, and he doesn't feel pain even if he cuts his face.

"You two, go over there! Any idea what to do? ”

"Don't worry!"

The blood stains on the ground were unrecognizable, he took Sean with him, let the other two men scatter and search, ran for about a few hundred meters, and suddenly heard the sound of someone talking in front of him, picked up the automatic rifle and rushed over.

"Chicago Police Department! Drop your arms and raise your hands! Fast! Hands up! ”

He saw two black men in suits squatting on the ground with their backs to him, the flashlights in their hands shining into the bushes in front of them, and a young black man lying there, as if he had hung up, with a large pool of blood accumulated under his body, "Stand up slowly, don't play tricks!" "Pick up the gun and aim.

"Relax, we're FBI agents! Own! ”

The two black men stood up obediently, holding their documents in one hand and guns in the other.

"Drop the gun! Immediately! ”

"OK, OK, don't get excited." The two black men let the guns in their hands fall freely and fall to the ground.

Sean rushed over and kicked the gun away.

"Hey, don't be such a police officer, it's hard to find this thing at night." The two F.B.I. were in a good mood and half complaining, half teasing.

"How did you end up here!?" Vic angrily went over to check their documents, compared their photos with their faces, and reluctantly returned them.

"You guys screwed up, didn't you?" The FBI agent put the ID back in his pocket and asked rhetorically.

Vic ignored him and climbed straight into the bushes, reaching out to open the deceased's mouth, without gold teeth, "Fxxk!" He yelled angrily and turned to glare at the two FBIs, "At least more than one suspect is at large, right?" Where did you flee? ”

"Hey, be polite to the guy wiping your ass, detective."

The FBI agent laughed.

"Where did the suspect flee!?" Vic yelled at them frantically.

"Over here? No, it seems to be over there? Uh, I don't remember exactly......" One FBI agent pointed in a different direction, "why don't you stay here and call an ambulance?" Leave it to us to catch the criminals. ”

The other agent was amused by his colleague's stupidity, and looked at Vic and Sean with mocking eyes.

"Fxxkyou, the rotten guy of the FBI, let's go!"

Vic cursed, observed the lodging of the lower bush, and picked a possible direction to continue the pursuit.

"Whew!"

Sean in the back accidentally falls, "Vic, wait!" Wait for me! He shouted.

Vic had no choice but to stop and go back to help his teammates, "Look, what is this?" Sean slipped because he stepped on an M1911 pistol, and when he took the gun to his hand, he found a cartoon sticker of Bugs Bunny on the magazine.

"Little Binny? That means we're on the right track......"

Vic and Sean looked at each other, overjoyed, hung up the safety of the gun, then withdrew from the magazine, put it in his pocket, and the two continued to chase.

Old Mike's side, he quietly moved away from the intersection, using a sniper rifle scope to observe the helicopter in the sky, the big searchlight column was easy to distinguish, he found that the other party was searching for something over the bushes, and decisively lowered his body to move outside the cordon, trying to block the line leading to the highway in the direction of the helicopter.

From time to time police cars and ambulances arrived on the road, then the media broadcast vans, and their helicopters also appeared in the distance.

Old Mac had to take refuge in a nearby abandoned goods yard, Chicago, like Detroit, where heavy industry was in decline and there were many such places on the outskirts of the city. He found cover and lay down, and continued to look with the scope as he fumbled for a small radio from his bosom and put on half of his headphones.

'Emergency, suburban Chicago...... There was a shootout on the road, and the police have blocked the road, so please take the initiative to avoid the relevant routes, including the nearby ...... Highway ......'

According to people familiar with the matter, the shootout has resulted in three deaths and one arrest, and this station will continue to follow up to confirm the identity of the dead and those arrested...... There is no news of police casualties. ’

'The latest news is that the party involved in the shootout is a gang leader in the South City, and the police suspect that the gang, nicknamed Sinaloa, is linked to several homicides in Chicago and New York......

Old Mac bared his teeth, mounted his scope with a sniper rifle, loaded his bullets, and turned his observation to the highway, especially the vehicles driving away from the scene.

The two ambulances drove away whimper-whimper, and he quickly aimed at the one in the middle of the three police cars behind him, because there were three people sitting vaguely in the back seat, which is usually the configuration of escorting prisoners.

He adjusted his breath and slowly followed the muzzle of the police car, aiming it at the head of the passenger in the middle of the back row in the ring, and put his index finger on the trigger.

The lights of the police car and ambulance were bright, and the colors were so many and flashing that Old Mike's eyes soon became unbearable, and the bags under his eyes began to tremble.

He persevered, and finally waited for the best viewing angle, and the face of the black passenger in the middle clearly appeared in the scope.

No, not Sinaloa.

"Whew!"

Exhaling heavily, the old man's whole body instantly relaxed, his hand took off the trigger, pressed his undulating chest, and turned over happily, "Ho! You're getting old......" he muttered as he looked up at the sky.

Before I knew it, it was half past five in the morning, the helicopters hovering over the bushes had changed shifts several times, the media helicopters had withdrawn, except for the constant barking of police dogs in the woods, everything seemed to have come to an end, although the sky in Chicago was still pitch black, but the traffic on the road gradually increased.

'The Chicago Police Chief has just been interviewed by our reporter, he said that the situation is basically under control, but there are still suspects at large, and it is likely to carry heavy firepower, and he hopes that nearby residents will remain vigilant and do not go out......

Old Mike listened to the radio, his eyelids began to droop, he took out a metal wine bottle from his arms, poured a large sip of whiskey, then disassembled the sniper rifle, wiped all the fingerprints on it with a soft cloth, and stuffed them into several scrap metal pipes in the yard.

When he was about to quietly return to the car after finishing his work, he suddenly heard a slight rustling sound behind him, as if it was made by a human foot stepping on a leaf, and he immediately dodged and tried to hide.

"Don't move."

It was late, and with the cold muzzle of the gun on the back of the head, the person who came ordered: "Uh-huh, hands, raise them, don't stretch them into your arms!" I'm staring at you, and I'll shoot if you dare to play tricks. ”

Old Mike reluctantly raised his hand in surrender.

"Okay, good, turn around slowly."

Old Mike rolled his eyes, turned around, and saw the other party's true face, "Kenneth boss!?" How are you? ”

"Mike? WTF, what are you doing here!? ”

'Bang! Bang bang! At this moment, a fierce gun battle suddenly broke out again in the bushes across the road.

Vic was sitting in a clearing in the bush with Sean in the bush, panting, even the bulletproof vest was taken off and thrown at his feet, and when he heard the gunshot, he was excited, "Sean, go!" go！ He put on a bulletproof vest and ran towards the scene of the incident.

Passing through the dense bushes, he heard a man's groans of pain, "Lay down your arms!" He approached with an automatic rifle, and a white man in a suit was lying on the ground with his ID in his hand.

"It's the FBI again!"

He casually threw the document back into the other's arms.

"Hey! Don't do that, officer! Did I get shot!? Hurry up and call an ambulance! "The F.B.I. agent was pressing his other hand to his thigh, blood pouring from his fingers.

"What about the suspects?" Vic asked.

"Ran over there......" The FBI agent pointed in the direction of the road.

"You're lucky man, you didn't hurt the major arteries." Sean helped to check it briefly, and gloated.

"Just him?"

"Yes, it's just one person, my captain is still chasing ......," the FBI agent replied, "Hey! Hurry up! I'm dying! ”

"Report, report, there's an FBI agent injured here, call for helicopter support, over." Sean turned on the walkie-talkie over his shoulder to report.

"Please specify the exact direction, over."

"Your direction at nine o'clock." Sean looked at the position of the helicopter in the sky and said, "Yes, go straight, near a big tree next to it." ”

Vic tugged at the mink coat on the ground with his foot, "Did you see what the suspect looked like?" ”

"No, that kid is as nimble as a rabbit......"

Vic and Sean glanced at each other and saw that the helicopter's large searchlight had moved, so they chased back to the road.

"Hey! Don't leave me here alone! The FBI agent shouted at their backs.

When Vic chased to the edge of the road, he heard a gunshot from the abandoned yard opposite, and hurriedly crossed the road while signaling the shuttle cars.

When he and Sean got into the yard, they saw a fourth guy in a suit, and he was warily pointing a gun outside, "Who's there?" ”

"Chicago Police Department!" Vic reached inside with the badge in his hand.

"Come in, you're always one step behind us, haha!" It turned out to be the FBI, and the other party put Vic and Sean in, "You guys are embarrassed this time......"

As he spoke, he kicked away the gun in the hand of a black man lying on the ground with his foot, crouched down, and touched the other man's carotid artery with his hand, "There is still help." He briefly examined it, "You, help call an ambulance, only hurt the chest, it should not be a fatal part." ”

"You, help hold him down here." The FBI captain gave orders to the two.

Sean walked over as he was told, holding down the young black man's wound while pulling open his lips, the diamonds on his two golden front teeth shining.

He nodded slightly to Vic.

“Ho！ This kid almost killed me just now, and the bullet was ...... from the left side of my face It's that far. The FBI captain chattered a little scared, he found a nearby pile of materials, sat down and wiped his sweat while gesturing, "Hey, call an ambulance, this kid must have a lot of material, it's all ours Ha Clam." ”

Vic's eyes wandered, his left thumb and forefinger desperately brushed the corners of his mouth, and his right hand was on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, but he didn't press the call button, "An ambulance is needed here, our ...... on the side of the road"

As he spoke, he walked out of the yard, pretending to look at the specific address and observed, but found no one else, and quietly reached into his pocket and touched little Benny's gun.

"When will it arrive?" When he was back inside, the agent asked casually.

"Soon, this is next to the road, and your gunfire has already caught their attention."

Vic looked at the back of the FBI's head, turned sideways, blocked the view of the other party's right hand that might have observed him holding the gun, his tongue kept licking his lower lip, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the large sweat on his bald head dripped down.

Sean saw it all, "NO! STOP！ He silently lip-sucked at Vic in horror, "Are you crazy? Are you crazy！？ ”

Vic felt a little deprived of oxygen, his consciousness was blurred, a grain of sweat stuck to his eyelashes, and he shook his head violently, his eyes shining fiercely.

"Haven't you come yet?"

The FBI captain stood up, "I have to say, your Chicago police department is really inferior. ”

"Uh, ahem." Vic's voice was almost hoarse to speak, "It should be soon." ”

"Please ...... again"

The FBI captain turned around and saw the black muzzle of Vic's hand raised, 'Bang! ’

A gunshot rang out, and he was hit directly in the eyebrows at close range.

"You're crazy! Vic! Sean saw the FBI inspector who fell to the ground on the spot, so angry that he rushed over and shoved Vic violently, "Is it worth the money for APLUS?" Yes!? Is it worth it!? You just murdered the FBI! ”

"Shut up, Sean, it's us."

Vic wiped the fingerprints off the gun with his clothes, "You need to calm down immediately, or we'll both be in the electric chair." He rushed to the young black man lying on the ground, shoved the gun into his hand, carefully put his finger into the trigger, then wrapped his hands around him and pressed it hard.

"We're done sooner or later......" Sean squatted next to the body of the FBI agent with his head in his hands in pain.

"Ho Ho ......" I didn't expect the young black man to show some signs of being sober, and his eyelids kept shaking.

"Little Binny?" Vic asked in his ear.

"Sinaloa ......"

"Tell my brother that Barron has betrayed us...... Let him be careful......"

"Who is your brother?"

Sinaloa shook his head and fell unconscious again.

Vic didn't intend to let him live, he looked at the wound on his chest, then picked up his body, half-leaning against the corner, and soon, the blood in his throat blocked the airway, and he began to vomit blood, spasm, and gradually stopped breathing.

Heard you dancing， boy， stop

Need a lesson， boy， stop

Ain't no missing， boy， stop

With that popping， boy， stop

Under the unopened vest, the cyan tattoo was soaked in blood.