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Chapter 600 Chapter 617 Little brother, what¡¯s going on with you?  (2 updates)

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    Soon, the three of them approached the bank where the incident occurred. The police intercom channel at Luke's front desk was filled with conversations about the case.

    "Two robbers rushed out of the bank"

    "They were all armed with automatic weapons. One of the robbers used an AK with drum ammunition. The firepower was extremely fierce"

    "Swat couldn't get there, their car was stuck on the road two kilometers away"

    "A police officer was shot, a police officer was shot"

    "The gangsters began to flee eastward"

    "There is something wrong with the gangster's car, they are getting off"

    "The two gangsters began to flee separately"

    "A gangster was knocked down"

    "There is only one gangster left who is trying to hijack passing vehicles"

    Luke listened to the intercom system and said, "Harrison, Jim, are you ready?"

    Harrison: "Ready, let me get off."

    Luke: "No, I mean, are you ready to have your car robbed by gangsters?"

    Harrison: "What?"

    He looked forward to block the wind, and was suddenly stunned: "You don't want to rush over, do you?"

    Luke: "The glass of my car is bulletproof. It won't be penetrated by one or two rounds. Are you confident?"

    Harrison¡¯s mind flashed: ¡°Okay.¡±

    Luke stopped talking and just slowly reduced the speed of the car.

    Just over 20 meters away from the three of them, a gangster was gesturing with a gun in his hand, gesturing to passing vehicles to stop.

    But unfortunately, the cars in front were so frightened that they stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

    The gangster didn¡¯t want to destroy the front windshield of the vehicle, so he fired several shots from the side and rear, and the vehicles ran faster.

    Finally, he saw a car that seemed to be frightened by him and was slowing down.

    Luke started counting down: "Three! Two!"

    The gangster was overjoyed. He quickened his pace and ran over. The gun in his hand was pointed into the air and he fired several shots.

    He shouted: "Beep beep! Stop the car! Stop the car! Otherwise I will kill you"

    At this moment, the car turned sideways and just passed him, and the rear door stopped in front of him. The gangster took two steps back and gestured with the gun in his hand: "Open the door, open the door! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

    ¡°As he spoke, he pulled the passenger door with one hand, raised the gun to the sky with the other hand, and fired two more shots.

    "One!" The countdown in Luke's mouth ended at the same time, and he had already pressed the downhill button of the car window.

    "Open uh door for labor and management?" The gangster was dumbfounded.

    In the open car window, Luke¡¯s Glock and Harrison¡¯s MP5, the two black muzzles were pointed at him, less than one meter apart.

    At the same time, Jim also opened the left rear door instantly, put the M4A1 in his hand on the roof of the car, pointed it at him, and shouted: "Don't move! I'll beat you to death if you move."

    "Here, let me see what little toy you have." Harrison changed to holding the gun with one hand, stretched out his left hand, and slowly pinched the gun body held by the gangster, keeping the muzzle pointed upward.

    He pulled hard with his hand but didn't move: "Huh?"

    "Little brother, what's going on with you?" Luke chuckled, and pointed the Glock's gun at the gangster's head.

    The gangster loosened his grip on the gun sadly. Harrison finally took it in front of him and took a look: "pp91? You are very professional."

    Here, Luke has raised his thumb with his free right hand and pointed to the back seat: "Didn't you really want to hitch a ride just now? Come on up!"

    Jim had quickly passed around the car, quickly handcuffed the guy¡¯s hands behind his back, and pushed him into the back seat of the car.

    Harrison picked up the walkie-talkie: "I am 70-David (the leader of Group 7) of Swat. The second gangster has been subdued. Let's take him over now."

    Jim switched to the passenger seat and Luke drove towards the bank.

    Jim turned his head and looked at the gangster in the back row, hehehezhile: "Little brother, what's the matter with you?"

    The gangster had his hood pulled off by Harrison, his face full of despair: I don¡¯t even know what¡¯s going on!

    He really didn¡¯t understand why he grabbed a whole car of swat even though he was trying to grab a car.

    Luke and the three of them all wore black hoods, and Harrison and Jim also had swat bulletproof vests on them. This was exactly the rhythm of swat's dispatch.

    "Within a range of one or two meters, three special police officers pointed their guns at him, and he didn't even have the courage to resist."?, even if he has a body armor.

    After a while, Luke drove the car to the bank, and several patrol policemen came over. They watched Harrison and Jim, whose faces were covered in black hoods, pull the gangster out of the car. They couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

    They were defeated by these two rampant gangsters just now, but Swat stopped working as soon as he appeared.

    "You guys came really fast today, swat." One police officer couldn't help but praise him.

    Another police officer looked at Luke¡¯s police badge and wondered: ¡°Who is this?¡±

    Luke smiled and said, "I'm just a driver, don't worry about me."

    Harrison: No wonder I rarely see your name in the files.

    Handing the robber to the patrol police officer, Harrison was about to say something when his walkie-talkie rang again: "Captain, are you still there?"

    Harrison shrugged helplessly at Luke and answered the intercom: "You're still here, what's wrong? You didn't have lunch! The gangster almost escaped. Are you still on the road, waiting to eat the exhaust?"

    The person on the other side was scolded in silence for a moment, and then he said, "Captain, let's not talk about this for now. There is a guy who wants to commit suicide in the residential area over at No. 107. Can you go over there?"

    Harrison was furious: "Then you won't wait until he commits suicide before calling me?"

    There was silence on the intercom for a moment, and then he said cautiously: "But we are really stuck in traffic. The guy who committed suicide still had a gun, and the patrol police wanted us to rush over and deal with it."

    Harrison: "I know, I'll rush over immediately."

    Hanging up the communication, he looked at Luke: "That"

    "Get in the car, haha, have you been so busy lately?" Luke got into the car and waved.

    Jim consciously sat back in the back seat.

    Harrison got into the passenger seat, closed the car door, and sighed: "Who knows what's going on in Los Angeles lately. There are a lot of gangs running around on the streets, and there's some talk of a "ghost butcher" massacring them.  The prosecutor and the judge haven't figured out anything yet. The Garcia family had another bombing at a stronghold in the East District yesterday, and an FBI agent died on the viaduct. This is really"

    Luke chuckled: "You are a swat, not the Eastern District Police Department, and you are not responsible for investigating cases, so why worry. Anyway, if you have a mission, go on, and if you don't have a mission, just rest."

    Harrison thought about it and couldn't help laughing: "That's right. It's none of our business what those officials think. I'm not lazy anyway."

    Jim in the back seat didn¡¯t say a word, but he nodded thoughtfully.

    The car sped to the new crime scene two blocks away.

    The three of them got out of the car, and two of their men who had just arrived on the roadside came over to greet them: "Boss, this guy is in trouble."

    Harrison's face was not so gentle at this time: "What's the trouble? Is he a sharpshooter or can't he be killed by bullets?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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