Chapter 396： Fighting in the alley, Mo doesn’t like to work overtime

Chapter 396 Fighting in the alley, Mona doesn’t like working overtime

North Los Angeles, an alley east of a halfway house.

Beside two trash cans in the middle of the alley, a pair of middle-aged white men and women in simple clothes were working. The man had a ferocious face and moved quickly. The woman had her back to him and her face was expressionless. She was counting the dollars in her hand with her head down and spit.

At this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly ran into the alley from outside. The man was frightened and the woman hurriedly put the US dollars into her arms.

The visitor was none other than Sampson. He had planned to quickly cross the alley and escape from the pursuit of Luo An and others through another road at the end of the alley.

But what Sampson didn't expect was that a woman holding a pistol was blocked at the end of the alley.

The woman at the end of the alley was Lacey. Following Luo An’s instructions, after entering the alley and seeing Sampson holding a gun, she immediately hid at the side of the alley and shouted:

 “Stop! Throw down the gun! Put your hands up!”

 “Damn your watch!”

Sampson cursed loudly and immediately turned around to go back the way he came and ran away from another alley. However, he found that Luo An was very fast and had already blocked the position where he had just entered the alley.

Luo An showed an amiable smile to Sampson, shook the pistol in his hand, and said in a very kind tone:

 “Put down your weapons and put your hands up, or I’ll shoot.”

 “*#%￥…”

Sampson looked ugly and said a lot of greetings to Luo An, Lacey and the FBI.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man squatting silently behind the trash can because of fear and not wanting to cause trouble. Without saying a word, Sampson pulled the middle-aged woman up from the ground and blocked it in front of him, and put the pistol in front of him. Putting it on the middle-aged woman’s temple, she shouted:

 “Let me go! Otherwise I’ll shoot!”

The disheveled middle-aged woman's face was full of panic, but she suppressed the fear in her heart and gritted her teeth without screaming. She just looked at Luo An with a pleading look on her face.

Beside the trash can on the ground, a middle-aged man who was also disheveled had no intention of helping the middle-aged woman. He just silently arranged his clothes, lowered his head, and began to work hard to reduce his sense of presence.

 “Sampson, there’s no point in doing this.”

Seeing the woman held hostage by the other party, Luo An's expression remained unchanged, he slowly approached Sampson with his pistol raised, and said quietly:

"Let go of the hostages. Maybe I can speak for you in front of the judge later."

 Whether you say good or bad things depends on the performance of the other party.

 “I say it again! Put down the gun! Let me leave!”

Looking at Lacey blocking the end of the alley behind him, and then seeing Luo An getting closer to him in front of him, Sampson's face became increasingly ugly.

Suddenly, Sampson suddenly removed the pistol from the temple of the middle-aged woman in his arms, pointed the gun at the middle-aged man who was trying to reduce his presence by the trash can, and shouted sharply:

 “Don’t think I don’t dare to shoot! He’s dead! Just because you didn’t let me leave!”

boom! boom!

boom!

 The next second, three gunshots rang out at the end of the alley.

Sampson fell to the ground with a face full of disbelief and shock. When he shouted loudly and was about to shoot, Luo An fired faster than him, directly pulling the trigger and shooting two bullets in succession.

 One bullet hit Sampson's right hand holding the gun, knocking off the pistol Sampson was holding. Another bullet hit Sampson's exposed left leg, preventing him from escaping and falling to the ground.

At the same time, Lacey, who had been waiting for a long time to take aim at the end of the alley, heard the gunfire and fired a shot. The bullet perfectly hit Sampson's other leg.

The man sitting next to the trash can was sitting there like a wooden man. When he saw Sampson pointing the gun at him, he was frightened and stunned.

The middle-aged woman who was held hostage by Sampson's legs collapsed to the ground. After taking a few deep breaths, her face suddenly turned ferocious. She cursed and at the same time turned around and kicked Sampson on the ground.

 “Stop!”

While Luo An called SWAT to come here to deal with Sampson, he quickly stepped forward to stop the middle-aged woman's movements. At the same time, Lacey also came here, first put away the gun that Sampson dropped on the ground, and then took it. Handcuffs were released and Sampson was restrained. “OK, OK, no problem.”

 Seeing Luo An stopping herself, the middle-aged woman immediately stopped her movements, and the ferocious look on her face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a smile:

“Thank you, Mr. Agent, thank you very much. If it weren’t for you, I might have…”

A lot of complimentary words came out of the middle-aged woman's mouth, and they were thrown at Luo An as if they were free of money. As she said this, the middle-aged woman also kicked the middle-aged man next to the trash can several times, and finally looked at it with a smile. Xiang Luo An said:

"Since the person has been caught, I will leave first. Thank you again..."

The middle-aged white man who was kicked by the trash can finally reacted. He glared at the middle-aged woman, quickly stood up, expressed his gratitude to Luo An and Lacey, and then ran away with the middle-aged woman. Quickly left the alley.

 Seeing the genetic material on the calves of the middle-aged white man’s pants, Lacey’s eyes showed a hint of disgust and asked:

 “Luo An, these two people…”

Lacey knew clearly the identity of this middle-aged man and woman. They had violated federal laws and the FBI had the power to arrest them.

"Don't worry, the LAPD outside will deal with them both."

Looking at the backs of the middle-aged men and women leaving quickly, Luo An was not in the mood to deal with street girls and ticket buyers, nor did he want to steal the LAPD's job. At the moment, the most important thing was to deal with Sampson and the sniper case first.

Soon, SWAT arrived in the alley. Lacey and several SWAT team members took Sampson to the hospital for treatment. After treating the wound, he took him back for interrogation. Luo An walked back to the entrance of the halfway house, preparing to drive the SUV back to the special investigation. Group.

At the same time, across the street in the alley, two patrol officers were stuffing a middle-aged man and woman who were yelling at the LAPD into a car...

　　——

 Special Investigation Team, office area, 8:30 pm.

 Taking a bite of the secret steak that Luo An brought back, Mona muttered while eating:

 “I hate working overtime.”

 Beside Mona, Michelle, who was also eating the secret steak, said nothing. He just swallowed the food in his mouth and silently poured Mona a cup of coffee.

Opposite the two of them, Lacey was eating the free food and didn't want to say a word.

 She has been busy saving money during this period and often eats for free.

Roan, Mona and Michelle didn't care about the snacks, and the women outside didn't know how they were persuaded. Anyway, Lacey's expenses during this period were surprisingly low.

Luo An, who finished his meal faster than the three women and ate three steaks by himself, drank a cup of tea, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile:

“I don’t like working overtime either, so after this case is finished, the special investigation team will take a two-day holiday to rest.”

"marvelous!"

Hearing this, Lacey was the first to raise her fork and cheer loudly. Mona smiled. The faint smile on Michelle's face remained unchanged and she just silently poured Luo An a cup of tea.

Luo An picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It happened that the team leader Potente Byrne told him this afternoon that Chenier and Winslow's department transfer procedures were almost completed. Although not all were completed, People can already come to the special investigation team to participate in the work.

After Mona, Lacey and Michelle had eaten and drank enough, and rested for a while, Luo An drank all the tea in the cup, stood up and walked to the interrogation room, raised the folder in his hand, and asked:

“Let’s go, who will go to the interrogation room with me and give Sampson a supper?”

 (End of this chapter)