Selina had set off ten minutes ago. She drove the gray car around HQ and confirmed that there weren't any criminals hiding on a large scale.
At that moment, three unpainted, unmarked cars drove out of HQ's underground parking lot.
They weren't next to each other. The first black Toyota was fifty meters ahead, and the last gray Honda was more than twenty meters behind.
In the middle of the grayish-blue Hyundai SUV, Luke and an SAT team member sat in the backseat.
Luke had only met this SAT team member named Sanchez once, when they had dealt with the middle-aged fatty who wanted to use Shack!
When Luke had stuffed himself to death with a burger.
Noticing Luke's curious gaze, she turned her head. "What?"
Luke shrugged. "I'm just a little curious. After all, this mission is still very dangerous."
That's right, the SAT team member whose full name was Chris Sanchez was a Latino woman.
Unlike Selina, her facial features were tougher, her lips were plump and sexy, and her breasts weren't much worse than Selina's.
Overall, she was still a great beauty.
In particular, the corners of her mouth always seemed to be pursed, and there was a slight curve in them.
She had a carefree and teasing expression on her face.
Hearing Luke's words, she rolled her eyes slightly. "How many SAT missions are there that aren't dangerous?"
Coupled with her seemingly teasing expression, there was a strange charm to the roll of her eyes.
Luke chuckled. "Armored vehicles, helicopters, and machine guns came out in the afternoon. Do you usually have to deal with these kinds of criminals?"
Sanchez hummed. "Fine, I probably haven't."
Most of the time, it was SAT who used the first two types of equipment to deal with criminals, not the other way around.
Secondly, SAT was the city police, not the army.
Using machine guns to fight criminals in the city was too exaggerated in itself.
SAT's armored vehicles were mainly used to break through obstacles and cover the team's advance. The helicopters were also used to monitor the situation from high altitudes and coordinate commands.
They didn't have machine guns on them. At most, they could carry a few people on them with rifles.
Even though Harrison was tense in the front passenger seat, he couldn't help but mutter inwardly, Kid, don't tell me you have a preference for Latinos and want to seduce my team member?
Also, Sanchez had encountered a lot of tough criminals, including those with machine guns. At most, they weren't on armored vehicles or helicopters. Was she interested in Luke too?
But this thought only flashed through Harrison's mind.
The SAT and the Major Crimes Division weren't in the same department, so it was a private matter for them to hook up. He had neither the right nor the interest to interfere.
Between Luke and Sanchez was a man in ordinary clothes and a black hood.
Hearing Luke and Selina's conversation, he suddenly said, "You Americans are the greediest. As long as they have money, they will do anything. "
Luke's expression didn't change, but Sanchez shouted impatiently, "Shut up. You're the one who killed two of our colleagues."
The masked man sneered, "All police officers deserve to die."
Harrison said impatiently, "Skywalker, greet him."
Luke smiled. "No problem, Hondo."
As he spoke, he bent his elbow and slammed it into the masked man's stomach.
The hooded man was speechless and panted heavily.
Luke hadn't hit him hard, but his abdomen hurt so much that he couldn't even breathe.
Looking at Luke's smiling face, Sanchez immediately raised the danger level of the guy in her heart.
She wouldn't have minded if Luke had been angry or anything like that.
But Luke didn't seem angry at all, and yet he didn't hesitate to deal with the hooded man, which gave her a bad feeling.
Luke calmly retracted his elbow, as if he hadn't hit him just now.
At that moment, he was wearing two earpieces. One was for Harrison's situation, and the other was for Selina's real-time updates.
They had already traveled some distance, but they were still in the busiest part of the city, which was also the most dangerous part.
In such an environment, someone could launch a three-dimensional attack from any position on the street, from top to bottom, left to right, and it would be very difficult to defend against it.
The three cars arrived at an intersection. The number one car crossed the street and the red light just happened to be on.
The second car, which Luke was in, could only stop two cars away.
The first car didn't drive far before it found an opening on the side of the street and waited for the two cars behind it.
Luke slowly looked around.
This was a chaotic area where all kinds of hoodlums and homeless people roamed the streets at night.
Some were peddling weed and medicine, some were begging, and some were just smoking or eating food that they had found in trash cans.
This was the scar under the bright and beautiful skin of Los Angeles.
They were hidden in the sun, but they were particularly conspicuous in the dark, and couldn't be erased or healed.
Harrison warned over the walkie-talkie, "Be vigilant. The robberies here aren't …"
Boom!
There was an explosion.
Luke narrowed his eyes and turned around, only to see that the third car, which had been more than twenty meters behind them, had been blown to its side.
Harrison was stunned, but he immediately said, "Luke, take a look at the third car."
Everybody in the convoy was basically wearing jeans, sweatpants, and loose shirts to cover their bulletproof vests and guns.
But Luke's appearance was the least aggressive, and wouldn't raise any suspicions.
Luke replied, "Be careful."
It seemed a stupid response, but there was nothing he could do.
No one dared to abandon a colleague whose life or death was uncertain and run away. If word got out, it would ruin their reputation.
Luke didn't dare, and Harrison, the captain, didn't dare either.
It wouldn't be unusual for a leader, especially a frontline leader, to be shot in the back by his subordinates one day.
Luke quickly walked to the third car, but most of his attention was on Harrison's car.
However, it wasn't until he walked to Car 3 and began to check on the SAT members in the car that something strange finally happened.
"Ah!" There was a loud, drawn-out roar.
The glass of the second car suddenly cracked, and exploded in less than a second.
Luke abruptly turned around and raised his head to look at the side of the road, but he didn't see anyone.
He didn't stop, and rushed to the second car in a few steps. Then, he felt his head swell.
A deafening roar rushed into his head, as if there was a loud speaker in a nightclub. His ears were ringing, and his vision was faintly black.
But his headset was electronic, which automatically filtered out high-decibel noises, but it didn't work at that moment.
Suspicious, he took two steps back.
At that moment, a short figure suddenly dashed out from the side of the street, opened the door on the right rear, and dragged Sanchez and the hooded man out of the backseat.
Ignoring Sanchez, the man simply pulled the hooded man and ran to the side.
The moment the man moved, the roar suddenly stopped.
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