Los Angeles Beltway.
Geraldson squinted his eyes, half-leaning on the passenger seat.
The vehicle was jolting slowly. Coupled with the fact that he had not slept all night, he felt his upper and lower eyelids fighting to stay awake. Fatigue washed over him like a shockwave...
According to the usual procedure, as long as his subordinates followed the truck all the way to the airport, the mission would be considered complete. Geraldson would not even need to wake up. All he needed to do was to have sweet dreams along the way.
His subordinates would even send him to his house and then wake him up.
Unfortunately, things were not destined to go so smoothly...
In a daze, Geraldson seemed to hear a dull explosion, followed by a violent friction sound, as if someone was using metal to scratch the floor!
At the same time, Geraldson only felt a wave of inertia pushing him forward quickly, but his body was restrained by the seat belt, preventing him from directly hitting the front windshield.
Instinctively opening his eyes, Geraldson found that the car he was in had stopped. Not only that, less than thirty meters ahead, the truck carrying the statue had turned over in the middle of the road.
Not only that, but dozens of containers had also been flung out, blocking the entire road.
"What happened?"
Geraldson asked subconsciously.
"It seems that the truck had a flat tire in the middle of its journey and rolled over," one of his subordinates in the back seat explained. "Boss, should we go down and take a look?"
"Yes."
Geraldson frowned, quickly got out of the car, and walked toward the overturned truck.
Almost in line with Geraldson's reaction, the other teams following the truck also got out of their vehicles and came to check the situation.
"Geraldson, what happened?"
A burly man with a full beard caught up from behind and asked loudly.
"I don't know, let's see what happens first."
Of course, Geraldson knew him. The burly man with a beard was called Sean. He was the team leader of another department in the FBI. At the same time, the two were also competitors.
At this time, a large number of containers had fallen on the road, completely blocking the road. This scene gave Geraldson an ominous feeling.
Why did the tire have a flat tire not earlier or later, but at this time?
However, when Geraldson saw the completely blown tire of the truck, his pupils suddenly shrank!
Whether it was the outer or inner tire, it had been completely stripped from the truck's wheel. At this time, the truck's left front wheel was only a bare steel ring.
"This isn't a natural puncture …"
Geraldson instinctively pulled out his pistol and shouted at the crowd, "This was caused by someone shooting. Everyone, seek cover!"
After saying that, he rolled and quickly hid behind a toppled container.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they hurriedly looked for cover to hide.
However, the situation was different from what they had expected. They hid for a few minutes, and even when the road behind them was blocked by more cars, no one was attacked.
"Geraldson, do you see the enemy?"
Sean hid behind a container and spoke in a muffled voice.
"I didn't see anything. What about you?"
"I didn't see anything either," Xiao En replied.
"We can't go on like this. More and more cars will be stuck here!"
Someone reminded.
"Damn it!"
Geraldson braced himself and walked out again. "Everyone, evacuate the vehicles first. At the same time, protect the statues we're going to transport. Don't miss anything."
"Understood."
Everyone answered. The well-trained qualities of the FBI immediately became apparent. Everyone asked for help from the branch while they began to evacuate the traffic. The driver of the truck had been rescued from the compartment at this time. Fortunately, he was not injured.
Even when the congested road began to clear again, nothing happened.
"Is it really just an accident?"
Geraldson could not help feeling a little puzzled. He looked back at the overturned truck again and suddenly saw something slowly twisting in front of a container that was half the height of a person.
It seemed to be a transparent figure...
What the hell?
Geraldson quickly rubbed his eyes and looked in that direction, only to find that there was nothing there.
"Is it because I'm too tired?"
Geraldson muttered, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something and quickly ran to the container that was half the height of a person.
This was because he remembered that this container was the container that he used to store the three statues!
However, when he ran to the container, he was shocked to find that there was a round hole half a meter in diameter in the container!
The three statues that he was responsible for in the hole had also disappeared!
How was this possible!
Geraldson exclaimed.
"Boss, what happened?"
Seeing Geraldson's strange behavior, his three subordinates rushed over.
"Someone stole our statues!"
Geraldson's expression was extremely ugly. He kicked the container open, exposing the huge round hole in it.
Only then did everyone see that the iron sheet of the container had been cut open by something and the incision was extremely smooth.
This time, everyone was shocked. "Impossible, I've seen no one approach here since just now. Who could cut open this container under our noses?"
"If not now, could it be in the truck?"
"That's even more impossible. From the moment these statues were loaded into the truck, we've been watching the truck the whole time. It's impossible for anyone to enter the truck!"
"Even if the other party sneaked in before, what about after the truck overturned? If someone flipped over, we'll definitely see it! "
For a moment, everyone argued and refuted each other, trying in vain to shirk responsibility.
Only Geraldson stared at the container in silence.
"Sean, why did you step on my foot?"
"I didn't!"
At this moment, the sound of two people arguing was suddenly heard. Geraldson looked up abruptly. At this moment, he seemed to see a light slowly twisting behind them!
"Stop!"
Geraldson quickly raised his pistol and aimed at the two. "Now raise your hands immediately and get down!"
"Geraldson, are you crazy?"
Sean screamed and quickly raised his hand. "Calm down, I definitely didn't steal this!"
Everyone looked at Geraldson in shock and doubt.
"I'm not talking about you, Sean, I'm talking about your back!"
Geraldson gritted his teeth. "Stop, if you don't stop, I'm going to shoot!"
"What are you doing..."
"Bang!"
Before Sean could finish speaking, a violent gunshot rang out. The bullet directly grazed Sean's face and flew past!
At once, the order of the entire highway that had been maintained was once again thrown into chaos!
At this moment, Geraldson and everyone else wore a look of utter shock — in the air where the bullet had shot out, there was an explosion of blood.
It was as if an invisible figure had been wounded by the bullet...
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