Chapter 604

In winter, many evergreen shrubs in Chicago are coniferous trees. Vic rushes in front of him. His breath is as heavy as a wind box. He can't feel pain when he is cut.

"You two, go over there! Do you know what to do? "

"Don't worry!"

The bloodstain on the ground could not be identified. He took Sean with him and let the other two men search separately. After running for several hundred meters, he suddenly heard someone talking in front of him. He picked up the automatic rifle and rushed over.

"Chicago police station! Put down your weapons and raise your hands! Come on! Raise your hands

He saw two black men in suits squatting on the ground with their backs to themselves. Their flashlights were shining into the bushes in front of them. There was a young black man lying on his back. It seemed that he had hung up. There was a pool of blood under his body. "Stand up slowly, don't play tricks!" Take the gun and aim.

"Relax, we're FBI agents! My own people

The two black men stood up with their certificates in one hand and guns in the other.

"Drop the gun! At once

"OK, OK, take it easy." The two black men let their guns fall freely to the ground.

Sean rushed over and kicked the gun away.

"Hey, come on, officer. It's hard to find this thing at night." The two FBI are in a good mood, half complaining and half teasing.

"Why are you here?" Vick angrily went to check their documents, compared the photos with their faces, and reluctantly returned them to each other.

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

Vick ignored him, climbed directly into the Bush, reached for the dead man's mouth, no gold teeth, "fxxk!" He was so angry that he turned back and glared at the two FBI, "there is at least one suspect at large, right? Where did you escape? "

"Hey, be polite to those who wipe your ass, detective."

FBI agent laughs.

"Where is the suspect?" Vic yelled at them wildly.

"This way? No, it looks like it's over there? Well, I can't remember clearly... " An FBI agent pointed in different directions. "Why don't you stay here and call an ambulance? Just leave it to us. "

Another agent, amused by his colleague's gaffer, looks at Vic and Sean with a mocking look.

"Fxxkyou, the FBI bastard, let's go!"

Vick swore a dirty word, observed the situation of the undergrowth, picked a possible direction and continued to chase.

"Oh

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

Vic had to stop and go back to help his teammates. "You see, what's this?" Sean had slipped because he stepped on an M1911 pistol. He took it to his hand and found a cartoon sticker of bunny bunny on his magazine.

"Little Binnie? That means we are in the right direction... "

Vick and Sean look at each other and are overjoyed. They hang up the safety of the gun. Then they withdraw from the magazine and put them into their pockets. They continue to chase.

On the side of old Mike, he kept away from the intersection and used his sniper gun to observe the helicopter in the sky. The large searchlight column was very easy to distinguish. He found that the other party was searching for something over the bush. He resolutely lowered himself and moved outside the warning line, trying to block the line from the helicopter to the road.

From time to time, police cars and ambulances arrived on the road, followed by media vehicles, and their helicopters appeared in the distance.

Old Mike had to hide in a nearby abandoned cargo yard. Chicago, like Detroit, had a declining heavy industry. There were many such places in the suburbs. He found a shelter and went down. He continued to observe with his sight glass. At the same time, he felt out a small radio from his arms and put on half of his headphones.

"Emergency, suburban Chicago There is a gunfight on the road. At present, the police have blocked the road. Please take the initiative to avoid the relevant routes, including the nearby No Highway No

"According to people familiar with the matter, three people have been killed and one has been arrested. We will continue to track down the death and the identity of the arrested At present, there is no news of police casualties. "

"According to the latest news, one of the parties involved in the gun battle is the leader of the South City Gang. Police suspect that the gang member, nicknamed Sinaloa, is related to several murders in Chicago and New York..."

Old Mike bared his teeth, installed his sight glass with a sniper gun, loaded the bullet, and instead put his observation target on the road, especially the vehicles leaving the scene.

Two ambulances whimpered away, and he quickly aimed at the one in the middle of the three police cars behind him because there were three people sitting in the back seat, which was usually used to escort prisoners.

He adjusted his breath. The muzzle of the gun moved slowly with the police car. He aimed at the head of the passenger in the middle of the back row of the ring, and put his index finger on the trigger.

The lights of police cars and ambulances were very bright, and the colors flashed. Old Mike's eyes soon couldn't stand it, and his bags began to shake.

He managed to hold on until he had the best angle of view when the black passenger's face in the middle appeared clearly in the sight glass.No, not Sinaloa.

"Hoo!"

He breathed heavily. The old man immediately relaxed, left the trigger, pressed his chest, and happily turned over, "ho! How old you are... " He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

It's 5:30 in the morning unconsciously. The helicopters hovering over the Bush have been changed several times. The media helicopters have been withdrawn. Except for the continuous barking of police dogs in the woods, everything seems to have come to the end. Although the sky in Chicago is still dark now, there are more and more vehicles on the road.

"The chief of the Chicago Police Department has just been interviewed by our reporter. He said that the situation has been basically under control, but there are still suspects at large who are likely to carry heavy firepower. He hopes that the residents nearby will remain vigilant and do not go out."

Listening to the radio, old Mike's eyelids began to droop. He took out a metal wine bottle from his arms and filled it with a large mouthful of whisky. Then he disassembled the sniper gun, wiped all the fingerprints on it with a soft cloth, and put them into several scrap metal pipes in the yard.

After finishing the work and preparing to return to the car, he suddenly heard a slight rustling sound behind his ear, as if it was made by a human foot on a leaf. He immediately dodged to hide.

"Don't move."

Late, along with the cold muzzle on the back of the head, the bearer ordered: "hum, hands, hold up, don't stretch into your arms! I'm staring at you. If you play tricks, I'll shoot. "

Old Mike reluctantly raised his hand to surrender.

"Good, good. Turn around slowly."

Old Mike rolled his eyes and turned around to see the other man's face. "Kenneth, man!? How is it you? "

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

"Bang! Bang bang! " At this time, a fierce gunfight broke out in the shrubbery across the road.

Vick and Sean are sitting in a shrubbery field, panting, and even their bulletproof vests are taken off and thrown at their feet. When they hear the gunshot, he is excited, "Sean, go! go！” He put on his bulletproof vest and ran to the spot where it happened.

Through the dense bush, he heard a man groan in pain, "put down your weapon!" He approached with an automatic rifle, and a white man in a suit was lying on the ground with his ID card in his hand.

"It's the FBI again!"

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

"Hey! Come on, officer! I'm shot, OK!? Call an ambulance The FBI agent was pressing his other hand on his thigh, and there was blood flowing from his fingers.

"Where's the suspect?" Vick asked.

"Running over there..." FBI agents point to the road.

"You're lucky, man. You didn't hurt the artery." Sean helped with a brief inspection, gloating and laughing.

"He alone?"

"Yes, just one person. My captain is still chasing..." The FBI agent replied, "Hey! hurry up! I'm dying! "

"Report, report, here's an FBI agent injured. Call helicopter support, over." Sean turned on the walkie talkie on his shoulder.

"Please indicate the specific location, over."

"Your nine o'clock direction." Sean looked at the helicopter's position in the sky and pointed out, "yes, straight ahead, near a big tree next to it."

Vick pulls the mink coat on the ground with his feet. "What does the suspect look like? Can you see it?"

"No, that boy is as flexible as a rabbit..."

Vic and Sean looked at each other, saw the helicopter's big searchlight had moved over, and then ran for the road.

"Hey! Don't leave me here alone FBI agents yell at their backs.

When Vick got to the edge of the road, he heard a gunshot coming from the abandoned yard opposite him. He quickly signaled the shuttle car and crossed the road.

As he and Sean get into the yard, they see the fourth guy in a suit. He's warily pointing his gun outside. "Who's there?"

"Chicago police department!" Vic reached inside with the badge in his hand.

"Come in, you always slow us down, ha ha!" It turned out to be the FBI, who let Vic and Sean in. "This time, you've lost face..."

As he said, he kicked a black man lying on the ground with his foot with his gun in his hand. He squatted down and touched each other's carotid artery with his hand He simply checked, "you, help to call an ambulance, only injured the chest, should not be the fatal part."

"You, help hold him down here." The FBI captain ordered the two men.

Sean walked over, pressed the young black man's wound and opened his lips. The diamonds on his two golden front teeth were shining.

He nodded to Vic.

“Ho！ This boy almost killed me just now. The bullet left my left face It's so far away. " The FBI captain nagged fearlessly. He found a nearby pile of materials and sat down to wipe sweat. "Hey, call an ambulance. This boy must have a lot of material. It's all for us, clam."Vic's eyes were wandering. His left thumb and index finger stroked the corners of his mouth desperately. His right hand was on the walkie talkie on his shoulder, but he didn't press the call button. "We need an ambulance here. We're on the side of the road..."

As he said this, he went outside the yard, pretended to visit the specific address, observed it, and found no one else. His hand slipped into his pocket and touched little Binny's gun.

"When will it arrive?" When he came back in, the agent asked casually.

"Soon, this is the side of the road, and the sound of your guns has caught their attention."

Vick looked at the back of the FBI captain's head and leaned over his body to block the sight of his right hand holding the gun. His tongue kept licking his lower lip. His breath was getting faster and faster, and big big big sweat drops from his bald head.

Sean saw it all, "no! STOP！” He whispered to VIC in horror. "Are you crazy? Areyoucrazy！？”

Vic felt a little lack of oxygen. His consciousness was vague. A sweat stuck to his eyelashes. He jerked his head and his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Not yet?"

The FBI Captain stood up and said, "I have to say, your Chicago police department is really bad."

"Er, cough." Vick's voice was almost hoarse. "It should be fast."

"Please urge..."

The FBI captain looked back and saw the black muzzle of the gun in Vic's hand

With a shot, he was directly hit in the brow at close range.

"You're crazy! Vic Sean saw the FBI detective who fell down on the spot. He was so angry that he gave Vic a big push. "Is that money worth it for aplus? Ah!? Is it worth it!? You just murdered the FBI! "

"We, Sean, shut up."

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

"We'll be finished sooner or later..." Sean, with his head in his hands in agony, squatted next to the body of the FBI agent.

"Ho ho..." I didn't expect that the young black man had some signs of waking up, and his eyelids kept shaking.

"Little Binny?" Vick asked in his ear.

"Sinaloa..."

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

"Who is your brother?"

Sinaloa shook his head and passed out again.

Vick didn't intend to let him live. He looked at the wound in his chest, and then he lifted his body, half leaning against the corner of the wall. Soon, the blood in his throat blocked the respiratory tract. He began to vomit blood, spasm, and gradually stopped breathing.

Heart you dancing, boy, stop

needalesson, boy, stop

ain't making, boy, stop

with that topping, boy, stop

under the open vest, the blue tattoo has been soaked with blood.

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