"Suspicious target spotted," came Selina's alert.
Luke looked at the surveillance feed, and saw that Selina had flagged a Chevrolet SUV that was parked on the road west of the venue.
The Chevrolet didn't enter the parking lot, nor did it leave. It was a little far from the entrance of the parking lot, and most people wouldn't be waiting there.
This distance was outside the danger zone of a bomb in the parking lot.
At the same time, the drone detected that the car had been modified to block out heat detection. The windows were also black, and the people inside couldn't be seen at all.
Thinking quickly, Luke said, "Get two patrol teams to investigate the people in the car. Tell our men to be on high alert, and be careful that the people in the car open fire."
It didn't matter if the Chevrolet ran away; the police liked suspects with their backs to them.
Although it would be a little paranoid, it was better to make a mistake than to let go of clues in the face of a crisis.
This concert was of high standards, and the police department had mobilized a lot of police officers. It would be a waste not to make use of them.
Luke waited quietly outside the venue. In less than two minutes, two patrol cars roared toward the suspicious Chevrolet on the road west.
He frowned. Selina and Gold Nugget were in the police cars too.
"Get the patrol officers to check it out later. Stand guard next to the car and don't go forward," he said to Selina.
In this situation, it wouldn't be wise for the police officers to approach the car together. If they spread out and surrounded the car, the people in the Chevrolet would be even more pressured.
The two patrol cars were also parked in a particular spot.
The two police cars stopped not far from the Chevrolet, one at the front and one at the back.
The car behind the Chevrolet, on the other hand, suddenly turned around and circled behind the Chevrolet, forming a pincer attack.
The police car in front of the car was about seven or eight meters away from the Chevrolet SUV.
The police car at the back of the Chevrolet, however, stopped at the edge of the road, and the two cars staggered.
Two patrol officers got out of the police car at the back of the Chevrolet. At Selina's command, they didn't go forward, but simply opened the front door as cover and raised their guns.
They were armed with M4A1s, not pistols.
Taking advantage of the staggered position between the police car and the Chevrolet, Selina quickly leaned against the back of the car with a Remington shotgun that she had gotten from another officer.
At a distance of more than ten meters, the deterrent force of this gun was greater than that of a rifle.
The two patrolmen who got out of the police car at the front of the Chevrolet didn't move forward either. They also held their guns and hid behind the front door.
The person in the passenger seat shouted into the microphone, "LAPD, Chevrolet license plate xxxxx, listen up. Please raise your hands, open the door slowly, and get out of the car for inspection."
The two people in the Chevrolet looked at each other in shock and frowned.
After a brief silence, the middle-aged white man in the passenger seat said, "Get out of the car."
The young driver asked calmly, "Is there a problem?"
The middle-aged man replied indifferently, "Hehe, don't worry. Aren't we here to investigate the case?"
The young man didn't say anything else and got out of the car.
Facing the muzzles of several guns, the two of them looked very calm, which made the patrolmen's hearts tighten. They immediately shouted, "Get down, put your hands on your head, and lie on the ground."
The middle-aged man smiled. He raised his police badge and opened it. "FBI, how can I help you? Officer. "
The patrolmen were stunned for a moment. The two people in the car behind them couldn't help but look at Selina.
Selina's expression, however, was the same as ever. She was still focused, and she had no intention of moving her gun away from the two people.
She was the L.A. Knee Breaker, and now she was on duty with a LAPD badge!
But with this interlude, one of the patrolmen finally went up and checked their IDs. They even checked their ID numbers through the front desk, but didn't find anything wrong.
The patrolman was a little embarrassed, but he still asked, "Hello, Agent Garrett, Agent Ward. May I ask what you're doing here? "
The middle-aged man was still smiling nonchalantly as he put his badge back into his wallet. "We're investigating a case. You know the specifics, right?"
Of course the patrolmen did.
The local police department didn't like the FBI interfering in their cases, and the FBI didn't like the local police department interfering in their cases either.
Unless necessary, they wouldn't tell the other party the details of their work.
The patrolman came back and gave Selina a questioning look.
She simply nodded and waited for the police car in front to turn around before she put away her shotgun and sat back in the police car.
Watching the two patrol cars leave, the middle-aged man asked with great interest, "Did you notice that female detective?"
The young man asked, "The one who's been pointing her gun at us?"
The middle-aged man opened the car door and got in. "That woman is the commander of these officers, and she's very vigilant. If we wanted to get rid of these officers just now, she would've definitely shot us right away, so don't be too impulsive. "
"If we had attacked just now, I would've shot her right away," said the young man calmly as he closed the car door.
The middle-aged man shrugged. "But that would've been very risky, and it wouldn't have been necessary, right?"
At that moment, his phone rang with a text message. He took out his phone and was stunned for a moment. "Huh?"
The young man asked, "What's wrong?"
The middle-aged man frowned. "The activation command has been sent, but there's no signal on the other side. Let's check Basel's surveillance."
The young man fiddled with the control panel and a display screen appeared … a patch of darkness.
"There's no image. Did the surveillance on the bomb malfunction?" The young man also frowned.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and was about to say something, when he saw a Ford van drive over from the parking lot at a leisurely speed. It then stopped on the side of the road on the other side of the road and didn't move again.
Now, the van and the Chevrolet were facing each other, and the front windows were level.
Although the windows of both cars were covered with black film so that they couldn't see each other, the three people in the two cars were indeed looking at each other.
In the Chevrolet, the faces of the two men darkened at first, and then turned a little green.
Thinking quickly for a moment, the middle-aged man decisively said, "Cancel the plan. Retreat."
The young man immediately put the car in gear, but it took him more than ten seconds before he drove back onto the road. He gradually sped up and moved away from the Ford van like a normal person would.
Seeing that the van wasn't moving anymore in the rearview mirror, both of them couldn't help but exhale.
Other people might not know what was in the Ford van, but they did.
The bomb in the van had been made by the young man himself, and the middle-aged man had delivered it to a certain organization.
The text message that the middle-aged man had received just now was another person in charge of activating the bomb informing them that the bomb had been activated.
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