"Relax, we are FBI agents! Our own!"
The two black men stood up obediently, holding their documents in one hand and guns in the other.
"Leave the gun down! Immediately!"
"OK, OK, don't get excited." The two black men let their guns fall freely and fell to the ground.
Sean rushed to kick the gun away.
"Hey, don't be a police officer, it's hard to find this stuff at night." The two FBIs were in a good mood, half complaining and half teasing.
"Why are you here!?" Vic went to check their documents in angrily, and after comparing the photos and faces, he reluctantly returned the documents to the other party.
"You screwed it up, didn't you?" The FBI agent took the ID back into his pocket and asked back.
Vic ignored him, climbed directly into the bushes, stretched out his hand to poke the deceased’s mouth away, without gold teeth, "Fxxk!" He cursed with anger, turned around and glared at the two FBIs, "There is at least one suspect. At large, right? Where did you go?"
"Hey, be polite to the person who wipes your ass, detective."
The FBI agent smiled.
"Where did the suspect escape!?" Vic yelled at them madly.
"This way? No, it seems to be over there? Uh, I don't remember clearly..." An FBI agent pointed in different directions. "Why don't you stay here and call an ambulance? It's up to you to catch criminals. Just give it to us."
The other agent was amused by his colleague's pretense, and looked at Vic and Sean with mocking eyes.
"Fxxkyou, FBI bad guy, let's go!"
Vic scolded an swear word, observed the fall of the bushes, and picked a possible direction to continue chasing down.
"Wow!"
Sean in the back accidentally fell, "Vick, wait! Wait for me!" he shouted.
Vic had to stop and go back to help his teammates, "Look, what is this?" Shaun slipped because he stepped on an M1911 pistol. He took the gun in his hand and found a Bugs Bunny on the magazine. Binny's cartoon stickers.
"Little Binny? That means we are in the right direction..."
Vic and Sean looked at each other, overjoyed, suspended the safety of the gun, then pulled out of the magazine, put them in their pockets, and the two continued to pursue them.
On the old Mike’s side, he quietly stayed away from the intersection and used the sniper rifle scope to observe the helicopter in the sky. The big searchlight beam was easy to distinguish. He found that the opponent was searching for something over the bushes, decisively short and extended the cordon. Move outside, trying to block the line leading to the highway in the direction of the helicopter.
Police cars and ambulances arrived on the highway from time to time, followed by the media's broadcast vehicle, and their helicopters appeared in the distance.
Old Mike had to hide in an abandoned cargo yard nearby. Like Detroit, Chicago's heavy industry is declining, and there are many such places in the suburbs. He found a cover and lay down. While continuing to observe with the scope, he fumbled for a small radio from his arms and put on half of his earphones.
‘Emergency incident, a gun battle occurred on the outskirts of Chicago. The police have blocked the roads. Motorists, please take the initiative to avoid related routes, including the nearby Highway No....
‘According to people familiar with the matter, the gun battle has resulted in three deaths and one arrested. This station will continue to track and confirm the death and the identity of the arrested... There is no news of police casualties. ’
‘In the latest news, the party involved in the shootout is the South City gang leader. The police suspect that the gang nicknamed Sinaloa is related to several homicides in Chicago and New York...’
Old Mike bared his teeth, installed a sniper rifle on the scope, loaded the bullet, and placed the observation target on the road, especially the vehicle leaving the scene.
The two ambulances drove away wow, and he quickly aimed at the one among the three police cars behind, because there were three people sitting vaguely in the back seat, which is usually the configuration of escorting prisoners.
He adjusted his breath, his muzzle slowly followed the police car, aimed at the head of the passenger in the middle of the back row in the loop, and hit the trigger with his index finger.
The lights of police cars and ambulances were very bright, and the colors were so many and flashing. Old Mike's eyes quickly became unbearable and his bags began to shake.
He persisted, finally waiting for the best viewing angle, the face of the black passenger in the middle clearly appeared in the scope.
I don't know, not Sinaloa.
"call!"
He exhaled heavily, the old man relaxed in an instant, took off the trigger, pressed his undulating chest, and turned over fortunately, "Ho! How old..." He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.
Unknowingly, it has arrived at 5:30 in the morning. The helicopters hovering over the bushes have been changed several times. The helicopters of the media have been removed. Except for the barking of police dogs in the forest, everything seems It has come to the final stage. Although the sky in Chicago is still dark, the traffic on the road has gradually increased.
‘The Chief of the Chicago Police Department has just accepted an interview from this station’s reporter. He said that the current situation is basically under control, but there are still suspects at large and they are likely to carry heavy firepower. I hope nearby residents will stay vigilant and not go out...’
Old Mike listened to the radio, his eyelids drooping, he took out a metal bottle from his arms, poured a large sip of whiskey, then disassembled the sniper rifle, and wiped all the fingerprints on it with a soft cloth. They were stuffed into several scrap metal pipes in the yard.
After finishing the finishing work and preparing to quietly return to the car, suddenly, he heard a slight rustling behind his ears, as if it were made by a person's foot on the leaves, and he immediately dodged to hide.
"do not move."
It was late, accompanied by the cold muzzle on the back of the head, someone commanded: "Hmm, hands, raise up, don't stretch out in your arms! I'm staring at you, I will shoot if I dare to play tricks."
Old Mike reluctantly raised his hand to surrender.
"Ok, very good, turn around slowly."
Old Mike rolled his eyes, turned around, and saw the other person's true face clearly, "Kenneth Brother!? Why are you?"
"Mike? WTF what are you doing here!?"
'boom! Boom! At this time, fierce gunfight broke out again in the bushes across the road.
Vic was sitting in a clearing in the bush with shame and panting. Even the bulletproof vest was taken off and thrown at his feet. After hearing the gunshots, he was agitated, "Sean, go! Go!" Put on the bulletproof vest and rush to the place where the incident happened.
Walking through the dense bushes, he heard a man's painful groan, "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 in his hand.
"It's the FBI again!"
He casually threw the document back into the opponent's arms.
"Hey! Don't do that, police officer! I was shot, okay!? Hurry up and call an ambulance!" The FBI agent was pressing his other hand on his thigh, blood flowing from his fingers.
"Where is the suspect?" Vic asked.
"Running there..." The FBI agent pointed towards the highway.
"You're very lucky buddy, you didn't hurt your arteries." Xiao En helped with a simple check, and smiled happily.
"He's alone?"
"Yes, it's just one person, my captain is still chasing..." FBI agent replied, "Hey! Hurry up! I'm going to die!"
"Report, report, there is an FBI agent injured here, call for helicopter support, over." Sean opened the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to report.
"Please specify the location, over."
"Your direction at nine o'clock." Sean looked at the position of the helicopter in the sky and pointed out: "Yes, go straight. It's near a big tree next to it."