Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Located 97 kilometers southeast of Philadelphia and 201 kilometers south of New York, Atlantic City is a world-famous coastal tourist city and was once a gambling city on a par with Las Vegas.

At half past seven in the evening, on a street in the north of Atlantic City, an eight-seater MPV was quietly parked on the side of the road at a corner where the street lights could not shine.

"I didn't expect Anthony Sorin to end up here."

In the back seat of the MPV, Lacey looked at the luxurious restaurant not far away with binoculars and took a big bite of bread.

In the luxurious dining room, Anthony Sorin sat at the table with a very handsome white man in a suit.

The two talked and laughed happily while tasting the food, shaking hands from time to time, and Anthony Sorin occasionally touched each other's thighs, looking very happy.

“……”

Feeling a little spicy in his eyes, Winslow grinned and looked away, picked up the coffee and handed it to Lacey, and said with a smile:

"Obviously, Anthony Sorin is here to have fun in Atlantic City."

"yes, his table of meals is worth thousands of dollars."

Lacey complained unhappily, and then suddenly smiled and said:

"But thanks to Roan, we can't afford it."

Winslow and Chenelle, who were sitting next to them, looked at each other and laughed in unison, the reason why their living standards have been improved is undoubtedly because they are with the right person, Chenille smiled and asked:

"How's going on over there?"

"He's in the process of contacting the FBI and SWAT teams in Atlantic City, but it seems to be a little bit of a problem."

Lacey took a sip of her coffee and said:

"But we can trust Roan, he's always had a good way, and our task now is to be optimistic about Anthony Sorrin."

“OK。”

The eight-seater MPV slowly fell silent, and in the distance, on the corner of another street, three SWAT personnel carriers were parked in the shadows, and a van command vehicle was parked next to it.

In the command car, Michelle and Mona sat on the left side of the car and prepared their own work, and on the right side, in addition to Luo An, there was a middle-aged white man in a black suit.

The man in the suit, Vincent, is a native of Atlantic City, the FBI, who is in charge of dealing with Roan's special investigation team.

At first, Vincent had a negative opinion about Roan's suggestion that the arrest would require the support of three SWAT teams.

One is that Anthony Sorin is not worthy of such a stirring up; The second is that the three SWAT teams are overstaffed, and the impact of the operation must be not small, and Vincent is worried about attracting the attention of that group of reporters and being reported, causing trouble.

For Vincent's first thought, Roan took out Anthony Sorrin's previous records of his fights with the hostage rescue team and handed him them.

As for Vincent's second thought, Roan didn't say anything more and called Mr. Clement and Mr. Morgan of the club directly.

Five minutes later, Vincent received an order from his superiors that he must fully cooperate with Roan in leading the team.

Vincent: "......"

Facing Vincent's shocked and complicated eyes, Roan smiled and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't worry, I don't like that group of reporters either."

Roan did not plan to carry out an arrest operation in the middle of the downtown area of Atlantic City, mainly for fear and to avoid more injuries to passers-by.

So Roan orders Lacey, Winslow, and Michelle to track down Anthony Sorin and figure out where he is staying, and then prepare to raid and capture him while he is unprepared.

Mona and Michelle, who are following Roan, are currently calling up surveillance in the vicinity, preparing to keep an eye on Anthony Sorrin's movements through the Internet.

Hearing Roan's words, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief:

"I'm sorry, Team Leader Roan."

"I understand."

Luo An smiled, the group of reporters in the Federation is definitely one of the most difficult groups to provoke, and the charm of journalism is vividly reflected in them.

After a brief handshake, Roan and Vincent began to laugh and discuss the future plan of action.

It didn't take long for Mona to stop typing on the keyboard, turn around and say:

"Team leader, the district monitoring is ready."

“Good。”

Luo An nodded with satisfaction, and was just about to speak, when Michelle suddenly frowned and said:

"Team leader, something has happened!"

Mona was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned around, Vincent also immediately moved the chair to come up, and Luo An asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Anthony Sorin is out of the table!"

Michelle tapped a few clicks on the computer keyboard, called up the internal monitoring of the high-end restaurant, and said quickly:

"Anthony Sorin got up and went to the bathroom just now, and he hasn't come out yet!"

Luo An frowned slightly, and immediately pressed the contact in his ear:

"Chenelle?"

Chenelle's voice soon rang out in the liaison:

"Lacey and Winslow have gotten out of the car to check on the situation, and it's okay at the moment."

“OK。”

Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the computer screen without saying much, Michelle, Mona and Vincent also stared at the computer screen, and the command car instantly became very quiet.

"Whew-whoa-"

Suddenly, a piercing electric sound suddenly sounded from the liaison in the ears of several people, followed by Lacey's anxious and cursing shout:

"Team leader! Anthony Sorin this guy somehow noticed something was wrong, he ambushed us in the bathroom and now ran away from the back of the restaurant! ”

“Fu-k！”

Chenier suddenly scolded, and Luo An quickly rushed out of the command car without hesitation, got into the SUV next to him and rushed out with a foot on the accelerator, and said quickly:

"Mona, Michelle, find someone through surveillance immediately!

Vincent, lead the SWAT team to start the hunt! ”

"Understood!" x3

The three agreed in unison, Vincent immediately led the SWAT team to carry out the operation, and Luo An immediately changed the channel and asked:

"Lacey, how are you and Winslow doing?"

"I'm fine, it's just a few punches in the face."

Lacey's tone was a little unhappy, and the sound of running echoed in the background of the contact, and said:

"But Winslow got a blow to the head and bled a little."

"I'm fine."

Winslow's voice rang out in the liaison, and his tone was full of anger:

"That cousin-raised Anthony Sorin drove east in a Ford with a license plate number xxx! We'll chase him right away! ”

"Found it!"

As soon as Winslow's words fell, Mona's voice rang out:

"Roan, that car is speeding towards Route 63 to the east! You turn left at the intersection ahead and go straight! Vincent, they're not far behind you! ”

“OK。”

Luo An immediately reversed the steering wheel and turned around, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the SUV disappeared in front of them like black lightning in an instant under the surprised gaze of the passer-by driver.

In the troop carrier not far behind, several SWAT team members saw that the SUV disappeared instantly, and their eyelids jumped, Vincent's face twitched, and he pressed the contact:

"Agent Mona, we seem, maybe, maybe we can't catch up with Team Leader Roan."

"Turn right."

Mona's tone was very calm, she had expected this a long time ago, and said:

"At my command, we surround Anthony Sorin from the front."

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At 8 o'clock in the evening, there were a lot of vehicles on Route 63, and many drivers were scolding and waiting to move forward.

Suddenly, a Ford sedan suddenly burst out of the traffic, moving left and right at a rapid pace, frightening many drivers to scold, and a few hot-tempered guys took out their pistols directly from under their buttocks.

But before they could shoot, several grenades suddenly fell out of the Ford sedan.

“？！” xN

(End of chapter)