Very soon, the three of them approached the bank where the incident had taken place. Luke's police comms at the front desk were filled with conversations about the case.
"Two robbers have broken out of the bank …"
"They're both armed with automatic weapons. One of the robbers is using an AK with a drum. It's extremely powerful …"
"SAT can't make it in time. Their car is stuck on the main road two kilometers away …"
"A police officer has been shot, a police officer has been shot …"
"The criminals are fleeing east …"
"There's something wrong with the criminals' car. They're getting out …"
"The two criminals have split up …"
"One criminal has been shot down …"
"Only one criminal is trying to hijack a passing car …"
Listening to the comms, Luke said, "Harrison, Jim, are you ready?"
Harrison said, "Yes, let me out."
Luke said, "No, I mean, are you ready for the criminals to steal your car?"
Harrison: "What?"
He looked at the windshield and was stunned. "You're not thinking of charging over, are you?"
Luke said, "My car's glass is bulletproof. It won't be pierced by one or two bullets. Are you confident?"
Harrison's mind raced. "Okay."
Luke didn't say anything else and simply slowed down.
Twenty meters away from the three of them, a criminal was waving the gun in his hand to signal the passing cars to stop.
Unfortunately, the cars in front were so frightened that they slammed on the gas and sped off.
The criminal didn't want to damage the windshield of the cars, so he fired a few shots from the sides and the rear, and the cars sped off even faster.
Finally, he saw a car that seemed to have been frightened by him and was slowing down.
Luke began to count down. "Three! Two! "
The criminal was overjoyed. He quickened his pace and ran over. He raised the gun in his hand and fired a few shots into the air.
He shouted, "Son of a b * tch! Stop! Stop! Or I'll kill you … "
At that moment, the car happened to pass him, and the backseat door stopped in front of him. The criminal took two steps back and gestured with his gun. "Open the door! Open the door! Or I'll kill you! "
As he spoke, he pulled the door of the passenger seat with one hand and raised the gun with the other, firing two more shots.
"One!" Luke finished counting down at the same time as he pressed the speed down button on the car window.
"Open … the door for me?" The bandit was dumbfounded.
Luke's Glock and Harrison's MP5 were less than a meter away from him through the open window. Two black muzzles were aimed at him.
At the same time, Jim instantly opened the left rear door. He placed the M4A1 on the roof of the car and aimed it at him. He shouted, "Don't move! If you move, I'll kill you. "
"Come, let me see what little toy you are holding." Holding the gun with one hand, Harrison reached out with his left hand and unhurriedly grabbed the gun that the criminal was holding so that the muzzle was still pointing up.
He tugged hard, but to no avail. "Huh?"
"Bro, what's going on with you?" Luke chuckled and pointed the Glock at the criminal's head.
The criminal sadly loosened his grip on the gun. Harrison finally picked it up and glanced at it. "PP91? You're a pro. "
On the other side, Luke had already raised his thumb with his free right hand and pointed at the backseat. "Didn't you want a ride just now? Get in! "
Jim quickly went around the back of the car and quickly cuffed the guy's hands before he pushed him into the backseat.
Harrison, on the other hand, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "I'm 70-David from SAT. The second criminal has been subdued. We'll take him over now."
Jim switched over to the passenger seat, and Luke drove to the bank.
Jim turned his head and looked at the criminal in the backseat. He chuckled. "Bro, what's going on with you?"
The criminal's hood had already been pulled off by Harrison, and his face was full of despair. I don't f * cking know what's going on!
He really didn't understand why he had snatched a car full of SAT students.
Luke and the other two were all wearing black hoods, and Harrison and Jim were also wearing SAT bulletproof vests. This was definitely a sign that the SAT was on the move.
With three SWAT officers pointing their guns at him, he didn't have the guts to resist at all, even if he was wearing a bulletproof vest.
A moment later, Luke drove the car to the bank. Several patrolling officers came over and were relieved to see Harrison and Jim pull the criminal out of the car.
They hadn't been able to fight back against these two savage criminals just now, but the SAT students had already left.
"Your SAT students are really fast today," one of the officers couldn't help but praise them.
Another officer, however, looked at Luke's badge and asked suspiciously, "Who's this?"
Luke said with a smile, "I'm just a driver. Don't worry about me."
Harrison was lost for words. No wonder I rarely see your name in the files.
After handing the criminal over to the patrolling officers, Harrison was about to say something when his walkie-talkie rang again. "Captain, are you still there?"
Harrison shrugged at Luke helplessly and picked up the walkie-talkie. "I'm here. What's up? Didn't you have lunch? The criminals almost slipped away, and you're still on the road? Are you waiting for the exhaust? "
After a brief silence, the other side said, "Captain, let's not talk about that for now. There's a guy who wants to commit suicide in the residential area at 107. Can you go over? "
Harrison said angrily, "Then why don't you wait until he's done before calling me?"
After a brief silence, the other side said carefully, "But we're really stuck in traffic. The guy who tried to commit suicide had a gun. The patrolling officers want us to go over and deal with him."
Harrison said, "Got it. I'll head over right away."
After hanging up, he looked at Luke. "Well …"
"Get in. Haha, have you been so busy lately?" Luke got into the car and waved.
Jim sat back in the backseat.
Harrison got into the passenger seat, closed the door, and sighed. "God knows what's going on in Los Angeles lately. A lot of gangs are roaming the streets, and they're even saying that some "Ghost Butcher" is massacring them. The D.A. and the judge still haven't figured it out, but one of the Garcia family's strongholds on the east side was blown up yesterday, and an FBI agent died at the overpass. This is really … "
Luke chuckled. "You're SAT, not the eastside police department. You're not in charge of cases. What's the rush? In any case, if there's a mission, just do it. If not, just rest. "
Harrison thought for a moment and couldn't help but laugh. "That's true. It's none of our business what those officials think. In any case, I'm not slacking off. "
In the backseat, Jim didn't say anything, but he also nodded sadly.
The car sped to the new crime scene two blocks away.
Hardly had they gotten out when two of his subordinates, who had just arrived, approached them. "Boss, this guy's a little troublesome."
Harrison's expression wasn't as gentle at that moment. "What kind of trouble? Is he a sharpshooter, or can bullets not kill him? "
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