The next day.

On the highway, a white van was moving at a normal speed.

The vehicle didn't look unusual from the outside, but the driver who drove past from the side could see that the two people in the cab were wearing gray security uniforms.

The driver was a white, bald man with a fierce face and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'll tell you."

Behind the safety fence, in the trunk of the car, a young man with a scruffy beard said excitedly: "You don't know, I went to a strip club last night, and the papaya is just scared to death." ”

The agitated man looked up, and it was Rusek.

"I don't believe it." The white man sitting in the passenger seat grabbed his cap, his eyes shining: "Unless, you take me over to have a look." ”

The white man was about the same age as Rusek and had a somewhat amiable smile.

"No problem." Rusek patted the iron net and said happily, "Just tonight, let's go over and play together, and I'll invite you two to have a drink." ”

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the shelf next to him.

There are several boxes and bags in a clutter, and it is not known what is inside.

The wheels rotate and fly a plastic bag.

The bag rotates with the airflow and hangs onto the rearview mirror of the vehicle behind.

"Plop, plop."

The plastic bag is scraped and shaking, which makes people upset when they look at it.

The window was lowered, and his finger reached out to flick it away.

"Again, the code name for the operation is popcorn." Ethan withdrew his hand, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and shouted: "As long as Rusek's operation code name is said, it means that there is danger, and we must quickly go up to support him." ”

"No problem."

"Roger."

The voices of Antonio, Horstead, Olinsky and Atwater rang out one after another, and Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror, where the two cars hung far behind, ready to alternate at any moment.

Her eyes swept to the side, and Erin swayed with the car.

She was holding two AR15 barrels in her hands, and inside her jacket were bulletproof vests that had been put on in advance.

Once things change, there is no effort for them to take their time.

So in the car, be prepared to be ready for anything.

Since I didn't know the other party's hands-on time, I could only follow them from the beginning of work, and from morning to now, I have been wandering around the downtown area of Chicago for more than three hours, and it is almost noon.

"Wait until you get a different car." Erin yawned, "I'm going to drive!" ”

After sitting in the passenger seat for so long, she was already sleepy.

"No problem." Ethan turned on the air conditioner, turned the air conditioner to the maximum, and pointed the air outlet in the middle in Erin's direction: "Pick-me-up." ”

"Bastard."

Erin shuddered from the cold and waved her hand and punched her.

There was an intersection ahead, the red light was on, the escort van stopped, and Ethan slowly stepped on the brakes.

"Boom~"

The engine sounded, and a Ford F150 roared out and aimed at its own driver's seat.

"Be careful!"

Erin just watched this scene, and her face changed in shock.

"Damn, here you go again."

This feeling is so familiar, Ethan instantly raised his hands and hugged his head.

"Bang."

The Ford pickup truck slammed into the driver's seat of the interceptor, shattering the window glass in an instant, and countless pieces of debris rained down on the ground in the cabin and next to it.

The pickup truck knocked the interceptor's body crooked, and then stopped the momentum.

The bulletproof steel plate interlayer on the door withstood this wave of attacks and was not too badly deformed.

"Popcorn, popcorn."

Inside the headset, a dull gunshot rang out, followed by the code name of the operation that Rusek shouted.

The feeling of dizziness from the impact quickly subsided.

"Huh."

Before the vehicle could stabilize itself, the python revolver inside the holster had already been drawn.

The silver barrel moves quickly.

In the light of the sun, a golden glow slips out.

"Bang."

The warhead came out of the nest, knocked a small hole in the windshield next to it, and stabbed it hard into the pickup truck driver's head.

The blood mist that exploded instantly dyed the glass red.

"Bang bang."

Ethan gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again against the driver's position.

The python continued to move, and the co-pilot with the black hood flashed a look of despair in the man's eyes.

He didn't expect that the strips inside would react so quickly.

The gunfire flickered twice, and the black hood on the co-pilot was also killed on the spot by the angry Ethan.

"Squeak~"

Sharp brakes sounded, and the two cars came to a sharp stop in front of the escort vehicle.

Holding a few black hoods of submachine guns, he quickly got out of the car.

Ethan recognized the weapons in their hands at a glance, the TEC-9 submachine gun, and how many of them were in his space.

"Get out of the car."

He yelled, unbuttoned his seat belt, and threw Erin down.

"Bulging."

Several bullets pierced the shattered windshield and plunged hard at the Ford Interceptor.

In the escort car, Rusek heard a loud noise, startling him.

"Car accident." The bald man in sunglasses calmly glanced at the rearview mirror, and more than ten meters behind, two cars collided together.

He reached out and grabbed it to the side: "Notify the company, record the abnormality." ”

These processes are the rules of their company.

Whether it's for them or not, if anything goes wrong on the road, it needs to be recorded.

"Okay, no problem."

The handsome guy in the co-pilot smiled and agreed, and pulled out his pistol.

The muzzle was aimed at the big bald head, and the trigger was pulled.

"Bang."

After a violent gunshot, the slick skull slumped towards the window next to it.

Blood splattered and fell on Rusek's face,

"Popcorn, popcorn."

He shouted excitedly, opened the car door and hurriedly rushed out.

Listening to the sound of several gunshots behind him, Rusek rolled sharply on the ground and pulled Glock out of his waist.

The brakes sounded, and four people got out of the car.

"Bang bang."

Rusek's pull on the trigger and quickly ran towards the car parked on the side of the road, and the people behind him chased him and opened fire, the bullet hitting the body and popping.

His scalp tingled and he pounced forward.

The whole person lay heavily on the ground and gnawed a mouthful of dust.

Erin pushed the door open and rolled over and got out of the car.

She grabbed the AR15 and leaned against the door to shoot back.

"Rusek."

Erin took advantage of the gap and shouted at him lying behind the car: "Run! ”

Staying in that position, it was easy to get shot, and Erin quickly pulled the trigger, and the gunfire flashed, providing Russec with fire cover.

"Fake."

Rusek plucked up his courage and fled.

Bullets crackled on the pavement from behind, sending up pieces of broken bricks.

Two more sharp brakes sounded, and the incident happened suddenly, Antonio and they desperately slammed the accelerator, hurried to the scene, and raised their guns to shoot back.

Here at the crossroads, gunfire is chaotic.

"Ah!!h

Pedestrians run, screaming.

The occupants of the car curled up in horror and frantically prayed that they would not be hit by a stray bullet.

"Get out of the way."

Ethan was overwhelmed by the strafing from the opposite side, and Erin took up the position of the car door again, and he shouted anxiously, "Stand back, leave me a place to come out." ”

"Shet."

Erin reacted at this point, and as she fired, she stepped back behind the vehicle as cover.

Normally, only the position of the engine and the wheel hub can resist the power of the bullet, but with the body as a cover, it can disrupt the opponent's line of sight, and second, even if the bullet penetrates the body, it can reduce the lethality a little.

With a gap, Ethan quickly got out.

Pick up the AR15 that has fallen to the ground and start the battle.

In fact, not only Ethan, they didn't expect so many gunmen to appear, but even those bandits didn't expect so many policemen to suddenly appear.

And the two people who were responsible for blocking it died too quickly.

The role played is minimal.

In this case, there were three people who quickly took the things from the escort car, fighting and retreating.

"Bang bang."

The other two black hoods raised their submachine guns high and fired wildly in the direction from which the guns came, buying the three men some time.

"Hurry up."

After a few shots from one of the black hoods, he broke open and scolded: "Fake, why are there so many strips." ”

He shuddered and turned his head, but his body shook.

Immediately after that, more than a dozen bullets poured down on his body, bringing up clouds of blood mist.

"Smack."

The submachine gun was the first to fall to the ground and stumbled twice.

Ethan and Erin's AR15 spewed out tongues of fire one after another, taking this guy away in a wave.

"Boom!"

The engine roared, the tires rubbed wildly.

The three people in charge of taking the things took advantage of this gap to quickly get into the vehicle parked in front of the escort car and quickly escape the scene.

"Wait a minute."

The black hood at the end of the scene jumped up excitedly: "Wait, I haven't gotten in the car yet." ”

He hurriedly pulled the trigger and stepped back:

"Come back, you bastards."

"I haven't gotten in the car yet!!"

The bullets roared, coming from several directions together, piercing into his body fiercely, and the black hood fell heavily to the ground, muttering angrily: "I haven't gotten in the car yet!" ”

I saw the man on the ground twitch and there was no movement.

The people who were hiding behind the bunkers lowered their guns and stepped on the bullet casings on the ground to get out.

"Shet."

Seeing the distant vehicle, Ethan cursed secretly and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Police number 99527 emergency call, we have a multi-person exchange of fire, immediately send an ambulance to the intersection near 1400 West Roosevelt Road." ”

"Three suspects with guns fled north in a black Mustang and organized patrol officers to chase them."

"There are a lot of people injured here, and there are plainclothes agents here."

"Roger, Sergeant Morgan." The voice of the contact desk rang out: "We will arrange it immediately." ”

The scene was in a mess, and the people of the intelligence group abandoned the car to participate in the shootout, and then ran back to drive at this time, and the daylily was cold.

As he spoke, the fleeing mustang had disappeared from sight.

Ten minutes later, the two cars came to a rapid stop.

Perry and Hank got out of the car one after another, and they lifted the cordon and looked at the scene with frowns.

The ground was littered with bullet casings, and blood was running down the ground.

Glancing at the corpse that had been beaten like a hornet's nest, the two walked to the side, where Ethan was on the phone.

"What happened?"

Perry saw him hang up and was the first to ask.

"Hijacking an escort car." Ethan put his phone in his pocket, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just asked the escort company, you will never guess how much money was put in the car." ”

"Forty thousand dollars."

He stretched out four fingers and gestured to Hank and Perry: "It's just 40,000, six gunmen have been dispatched, and there is also an internal response, can you believe it?" ”

"Impossible."

Perry shook his head: "There's definitely something more important in there." ”

"yes, I think so too." Hank crossed his hands on his hips and looked around at the mess.

"In addition to cash, I have asked the escort company to contact the customer and ask what is inside." Ethan nodded and continued:

"As long as we know what they're really coming to, we'll have a clue."

"Sheriff."

Antonio came over with his mobile phone, spread his hands and said, "The gunman doesn't have any identification documents on him. ”

Hank subconsciously wanted to say something, but quickly realized that it wasn't calling him.

"Fingerprints, license plate numbers?"

Ethan asked for additional information.

"The guys from the forensic office are collecting fingerprints and will send us the information later." Antonio nodded at Perry and Hank, and continued:

"The license plate number has been checked, and it is forged."

"The frame number has also been queried, and it matches the number of several cars that were stolen in the West End a week ago."

The license plate is fake, and the vehicle is stolen.

Whoever it is, it's a matter of caution in doing this job.

"Are there any of your own people hurt?" Hank looked at Ethan, he was most concerned about this now, but he didn't expect that on the third day after leaving, a shootout broke out here.

When he received the news, he immediately drove over with Perry.

It also made sense for him to come, after all, the firing group was also under his purview.

"Nope."

Ethan shook his head and said with a hint of a smile:

"I need a different car, though."

Hank breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the battered Ford Interceptor, a little crying and laughing, but it's okay, the police station doesn't have much in anything, just a lot of cars.

"Get this done."

Perry patted Ethan on the shoulder and turned to leave.

A large-scale shootout broke out, and as the head of the sub-bureau, he naturally wanted to come over to take a look at the situation.

Since his own person is fine, he still has a lot of things to deal with.

After Hank said hello to several members of the intelligence team, he quickly drove away, and the violent crime team was full of problems, and he was not idle for a moment.

"All the materials on the scene are collected."

Looking at the distant vehicle, Ethan turned his head and gave an order in a loud voice: "The identity of that Neiying must be found out, who recruited him in, who arranged for him, I need to find the answer." ”

"Dead gunmen, all photographed."

"The photos of these four people were distributed to all sub-bureaus in the city."

He paused for a moment and continued: "These things are not something that ordinary people can do, and they must have been restless lords before, maybe someone will find something. ”

"Roger, sir."

"Understood, Sheriff."

The crowd answered and dispersed. (End of chapter)