Vic pulled the mink coat on the ground with his feet, "Do you see what the suspect looks like?"
"No, that kid is as flexible as a rabbit..."
Vic and Sean looked at each other and saw that the large searchlight of the helicopter had moved over, so they chased in the direction of the highway again.
"Hey! Don't leave me alone!" FBI agent shouted at the back of them.
When Vic chased to the edge of the road, he heard a gunshot from the abandoned yard opposite, and hurriedly signaled for the shuttle car while crossing the road.
When he and Sean got into the yard and saw the fourth guy in a suit, he was pointing his gun at the outside warily, "Who is there?"
"Chicago Police Department!" Vic held the police badge in his hand.
"Come in, you are always a step behind us, haha!" It turned out to be the FBI, and the other party put Vic and Sean in, "This time you are all embarrassed..."
As he said, he kicked a black man lying on the ground with his gun far away, squatted down, and touched his carotid artery with his hand. "There is still help." He briefly checked, "You, help call an ambulance. It only hurts the chest cavity, which should not be fatal."
"You, help hold him here." The FBI captain ordered the two.
Xiao En Yiyan walked over, pressed the young black man's wounds, and at the same time opened the other's lips, the diamonds on the two golden front teeth were shiny.
He nodded slightly to Vic.
"Ho! Just now this kid almost killed me, the bullet was just...so far away from my left cheek." The FBI captain was nagging fearfully. He found a nearby pile of materials and sat down. He wiped his sweat as he gestured, "Hey, call an ambulance, this kid must have a lot of information, it's all ours."
Vic's eyes flickered, his left thumb and index finger struck the corner of his mouth desperately, his right hand on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, but did not press the call button, "I need an ambulance here, we are on the side of the road..."
As he spoke, he walked outside the yard, pretended to look at the specific address and observed it. No one else was found. He quietly reached into his pocket and touched Little Binny's gun.
"When will I be here?" The agent asked casually when he returned inside.
"Soon, this is next to the highway, and your gunshots have caught their attention just now."
Vic looked at the back of the FBI captain's head and turned his body sideways to block the sight of the opponent who might have observed his right hand holding the gun. His tongue kept licking his lower lip, his breathing became more and more rapid, and large large drops of sweat dripped from his bald head.
Sean saw all this, "NO! STOP!" He lipped silently to Vic in horror, "Are you crazy? Areyoucrazy!?"
Vic felt a little lack of oxygen, his consciousness was vague, a drop of sweat stuck to his eyelashes, he shook his head sharply, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"Not here yet?"
The FBI captain stood up, "I have to say, your Chicago police department is really bad."
"Uh, cough cough." Vic's throat was so hoarse that he didn't speak~www.mtlnovel.com~ should be fast. "
"Please reminder..."
The FBI captain turned his head and saw the black muzzle raised in Vic's hand, ‘bang! ’
With a gunshot, he was hit directly between the eyebrows at close range.
"You are crazy! Vic!" Sean saw the FBI inspector who fell on the ground, so angry that he rushed over and slammed Vic, "Is it worth the money for APLUS? Ah!? Is it worth it!? You just murdered the FBI!"
"Shut up, Sean, it's us."
Vic wiped the fingerprints from the gun with his clothes. "You have to calm down immediately, or we will both go to the electric chair." He rushed to the young black man lying on the ground, put the gun in his hand, and carefully Put his finger into the trigger, then wrapped his hands and pressed it hard.
"We'll be over sooner or later..." Shaun hugged his head in pain and squatted beside the body of the FBI agent.
"Ho ho..." Unexpectedly, the young black man had some signs of being sober, and his eyelids kept shaking.
"Little Binny?" Vic asked, sticking to his ear.
"Sinaloa..."
"Tell me brother, Barron betrayed us... let him be careful..."
"Who is your brother?"
Sinaloa shook his head and passed out again.
Vic didn't intend to let him live. He observed the wound on his chest, then picked up his body and leaned against the corner. Soon, the blood in his throat blocked the airway. He began to vomit blood, spasm, and gradually Stopped breathing.
Heardyoudancing, boy, stop
Needalesson, boy, stop
Ain\'tnomissing, boy, stop
Withthatpopping, boy, stop
Under the opened vest, the cyan tattoo was soaked in blood.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 604: Round lie
Everything is over, and it seems like there is no end.
The abandoned storage yard has been surrounded by security belts. The forensic doctors, detectives, the chief, sheriff, and Childs have all surveyed the scene and are gathering together to exchange views. Two stretchers covered with white cloth were sent to the ambulance. In the car, the FBI agent who had injured his leg accompanied the captain's body into the same car. Two black agents were outside to help close the door.
"Don't be too guilty, Vic, it's not your fault." The captain of the SWAT team put his helmet in one hand, and put another hand on Vic's shoulder. He rarely comforted this colleague who has always been in a relationship.
"What am I guilty of?"
Of course Vic didn’t feel guilty. He was distracted. While trying to figure out the eyes of the Director’s group of people looking at him from time to time, he was always paying attention to the actions of the three FBI agents, and his ears were still listening to Xiao who was taking notes not far away. Yeah speak.
It may be that the appearance of being in a daze gave the SWAT captain an illusion, "Don’t support Vic, I know your temper. You must be thinking at this time, if you enter there a minute earlier, you can save an FBI. Life..." he said.
"The FBI people are my shit," Vic replied.
"I went there with Vic, and...what? What did you just ask? Oh, how far is I behind Vic? Uh, five meters or seven meters...Sorry, my mind is a little confused now. I really can't remember..."
Xiao En confessed hesitatingly, it was obvious that the two had colluded with the "lines", this guy! Vic lowered his head and twisted his eyebrows.
"It's okay, I understand." The female police officer who made the transcript was not suspicious. She kindly brought a blanket and draped it on Sean's shoulder, and asked her partner to get a cup of steaming coffee. "Would you like to take a break?"
"Ok."
Sean sat awkwardly at the tail of the police pickup truck, pecked at the hot coffee, took the opportunity to peek at Vic with a guilty look.
This idiot! At this time, the chain can't be dropped, Vic did not respond, because he saw the two black FBI agents send the ambulance away, and walked towards Sean solemnly.
"Can you continue?" the female police officer asked.
"Okay, you can." Sean nodded.
"You followed Vic and entered there, what did you see for the first time?"
"Uh, I saw an agent in a suit lying close, Sinaloa leaning against the front corner."
"They have no vital signs, right?"
"No, oh, no, after I checked with Vic, I didn't have it, and found out that it didn't. We definitely can't be sure right away..."
"I understand, you are responsible for checking..."
"Sinaloa."
"According to standard procedures?"
"Yes, carotid artery, then chest wound..."
"But you didn't deal with the weapon in his hand first?"
"Uh, I didn't notice. The light inside was not good at the time, and it was still dark... Sorry."
"When did you discover Sinaloa's second gun?"
"what?"
"The second gun, the second gun the suspect left on the scene."
"Yes, I found out later, after we called for support."