A Weird Theater That Started In London

Vol 4 Chapter 14: Late night tracking

   Thanks!

I got the wrong guy!

   Before Gus came up with a solution to the problem, the police dog screamed quickly from behind the carriage.

  The member of the SWAT team responsible for the inspection rebuked: "You, get off the car and open the cargo box!"

   The flashlight was always shining on Gus's face, making him irritable, and replied in a bad tone: "Don't shine the light in my eyes."

   "Get off, sir."

   This should be the last warning. If the target does not get out of the car, the special police will use violence.

   One is worth a hundred, and small pistols are used against dozens of assault rifles, only in fantasy.

  In the current situation, Agent 007 has to kneel when he comes, let alone him, an amateur boxer who wanders on the streets.

   At this point, Gus tilted his head, staring at the opponent, and said in a tough manner: "Can you let me untie the seat belt first?"

   silently staring at each other.

   Gus's right hand hidden in the dark put the gun on the handle, and he changed his mind: kill people, drove away from the scene, if the action is fast enough, this plan is feasible.

   With this kind of crazy mentality, the Mexican slowly opened the door.

   At the same time, Lu Li silently picked up a police assault rifle, and a large-caliber shotgun was inserted between the pilot and co-pilot.

   However, there was a voice that kept reminding Lu Li: Wait a minute, this matter is by no means simple. According to the usual practice, the connector must appear at a critical moment. Therefore, it will be more valuable to see who is the inner ghost.

   As expected, a fat man appeared next to the white Nissan. While holding his work permit, he asked, "Guys, what happened?"

   Gus stopped the action of the cart door, his eyes hovered between the members of the SWAT team and the fat man, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.

  Dr. Jim?

   Lu Li was a little surprised, how could this loyal and honest-looking fat man be a ghost.

   However, there is no absolute in everything.

   He stared straight ahead.

   I saw the special police hand over the mysterious document to Jim and said, "Sir, according to the martial law standard, I asked him to show his work permit and pass, but this guy gave it."

   Hearing this, Fat Jim looked down at his ID, then looked up at Gus, and finally said slowly: "This is our car, you can let him out."

   "Sir?" The inspector was puzzled.

   Compared to humans, the police dog is more reliable. Even after a long time, it is still barking at the cargo box. Obviously, it has discovered something.

   "I said, let him pass."

   Dr. Jim raised his left hand and pointed to the exit in a harsh tone, while Guth's hand was always holding the handle of the gun, and he dared not relax.

   After some hesitation, several members of the SWAT team dispersed. After all, the mysterious incident was taken over by the CDC, and their port authority was only responsible for cooperating.

   The door is closed.

   The white Nissan car passed the inspection.

  Dr. Jim handed over the token and leaned against the car window, and said grimly: "The last time, tell that bitch, don't come to me again!"

   The face of a white guy in a suit came to their minds. It was their common employer.

   Gus sullen his face, did not make any answer, just reached out to take it.

   "Do you understand?" Dr. Jim took away the token, stared at Gus, and said word by word: "Tell him this is the last time!"

   It's a pity that it is obviously an unwise choice to compare the reaction speed with the boxer. Gus was taken aback for a moment, and then he grabbed the token directly.

   Lu Li saw Nissan walking away, silently started the vehicle, and followed.

   More than ten seconds later, the special police stopped his way and said in a deep voice, "Man, please show your work permit and entry permit."

   Lu Li stepped on the brake lightly.

   "The airport police force works for the Port Authority."

   Lu Li only has a police officer's card. Due to the sudden incident, he did not apply for a permit.

   The words fell, the special police officer who had been examining Gus nodded, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the cab.

   The shotgun stood upright there, and the assault rifle was particularly eye-catching, as if it were a posture to track down a serious offender.

   Upon seeing this, the special police could not help but ask in a low-pressure voice: "That guy had a problem just now?"

   As he said, he tilted his head to look at Fat Jim.

   This guy is looking down at the grass on the side, obviously worried.

   However, Lu Li didn't answer, but just said, "Do me a favor and let me go out."

  PAPD, the abbreviation of Port Authority Police Station.

   In other words, they are a family with their own airport police force, so it should be convenient.

   The special policeman turned his head and glanced behind him. The police dog was standing there quietly. In addition, the small police pickup couldn't fit a large object such as a coffin. So he waved his hand to signal the colleague who was guarding the passage to raise the pole and let it go.

"Bon Voyage."

   "If you have trouble that can't be solved, don't forget our SWAT team."

   Hearing this, Lu Li started the police car and said at the same time: "Remember to say to Sergeant Ross of the police force. I'll go out to buy a few cups of coffee. I'll be back at nine o'clock in the morning at the latest. I have an emergency call."

   Obviously, he has decided in his heart—

   Act without authorization.

   Not far away, Dr. Jim raised his head and just saw this scene: the police car drove out of the airport quickly, with a familiar person sitting in the driver's seat.

   For an instant, UU's ominous premonition of reading www.uukanshu.com flooded Jim's heart.

   "It's over... Damn, I guess it was discovered... No, I can't expose it."

   While thinking about it, he turned out his cell phone and dialed the number he didn't want to see the last time.

   At this moment, Gus, who had escaped the catastrophe, was in a good mood. He hadn't noticed anyone following him behind.

   He held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette with his right hand and held it in his mouth, while the car radio next to him was playing lively Mexican rap.

   Not to mention the five thousand dollars that he received. The mother's residence procedures and the brother's criminal record alone can solve these two problems, and he can't sleep happily.

   "Brother, I don't know what you are, but thank you very much for the good luck you brought me."

   After finishing speaking, Gus turned to look at the wooden coffin, and spit out a puff of smoke, with an expression of indescribable comfort.

   Kennedy International Airport is located in Queens. It is the largest and second most populous district among the five boroughs of New York City. Many streets have a speed limit of 40 yards.

  If anyone dares to speed, the traffic police will let him understand what efficiency is—

   Put a warning light on the vehicle as soon as possible, rushed up to issue a big ticket to the driver, and generate revenue for the department.

   Thanks to the blessings of these colleagues, after leaving the airport, Lu Li can keep up with Gus without any pressure and maintain a proper distance from him.

   neither attracts attention nor takes him out of sight.

   Thirty minutes passed, the two of them were still driving, and they were peaceful along the way.

   However, based on the judgment of the car navigation, Lu Li saw the destination of the other party's trip.

   Manhattan.

   is now on 59th Street, about to arrive at the Queensboro Bridge.

   The contents of the coffin are almost crossing the river.

  

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