The FBI has brought four black Chevrolet SUVs with sixteen agents. This is not weak, and in a metropolis like New York, they dare not provoke the majesty of the FBI.

When Black Mahoney took Joey to stand next to the police car, the FBI head came over, "You don't have to be nervous, you just lead the way, there will be no problem."

Black Mahoney looked serious about this, "We are just implementing standard escort procedures, and I hope you can do this, but we are not in charge of each other, you can do it yourself."

Joey didn't speak, he was just a trainee police officer, and he didn't have the share of his words, but Joey also thought there was no problem. Unless Wilson Fisk was crazy, he would not dare to take action.

This time the escort was completely zero risk. He would come back after a while. This was Joey's idea.

"Okay, let's go, the police car starts the alarm one after another, and we're going to move faster."

"Okay." Black Mahoney nodded directly, then called Joey into the car, then took out a radio to call the last police, and the convoy slowly started.

Their route has been determined, and we will go all the way along 10th Avenue and head directly to the FBI New York headquarters, but Joey and the others only need to escort them out of Hell's Kitchen and leave the jurisdiction of the 15th Division.

"Buzz" The engine started, and the police car slowly saw the police station. The alarm sounded, reminding the surrounding vehicles to give way, and the convoy kept following. At this time, in the last police car, the policeman sitting in the passenger seat took out his phone, "Hey, the route has been confirmed..."

James Wesley smiled, hung up the phone, then called Vladimir, told him the route, and finally reminded him to leave Hell's Kitchen and then take action.

Vladimir looked gloomy and said, "Go away, follow them, keep a distance."

Russia helped all out, with more than twenty cars of various types, and then many taxis were directly prompted by passengers and drove away first.

Joey sat in the police car and looked around, Black Mahoney glanced at him, "Are you nervous?"

"How could it be? But the first escort feels very fresh. At the same time, you need to check the surrounding situation and accumulate some experience." Joey shook his head. His current combat power must have caught up with Black Widow. Even though he is the last force among superheroes, it is still higher than that of ordinary people, right?

"This is true. Escort really requires experience, especially observation of the surrounding environment. Your reaction is very fast. Just like this time I caught someone, I didn't understand what was going on, and you rushed out."

Joey blushed slightly. He was just because he knew about it in advance, so he could react so quickly. If he didn't know the situation, he might not be able to do so.

...

The convoy was not very fast, and the streets of New York were very prone to traffic jams. Even police cars could not open a completely car-free passage, stopping and stopping, but after two intersections, they left the jurisdiction and could return.

"Please note that the front car is the intersection ahead turns left and receive the latest line." Suddenly, the FBI made a call via radio and changed the escort line.

"What happened? What line suddenly changed, or at this time?" Black Mahoney was a little dissatisfied, and Joey used the laptop in the car to receive the line and showed the new line to Black Mahoney.

He had to do so, mainly escorting the FBI mission, but he didn't care. After all, it was not far away and he could say goodbye to them soon.

But while suddenly changing the route, Joey looked at the taxi around him in surprise. He couldn't tell the traffic jam. The taxi around seemed to be normal, but it was wrong to cash back after this turn.

"Blake, something was wrong. All the taxis around turned. Do they all need to turn left so by chance?" Joey said hurriedly.

"What?" Black Mahoney shuddered, and then he realized that there were taxis on both sides of the left and right. "The one who transports drugs is a taxi, please use the radio to notify the back."

Vladimir had the urge to throw the phone at this time. The people they were about to take action rushed to the front of the convoy and were about to ambush the route in advance, but now they got the news that the other party had changed their way.

"Map!" He asked someone to take the map and then checked it, but the phone came again, it was James Wesley.

"They have woken up and sent out the taxi around them. They are accelerating now. What are you going to do?" James Wesley's words made Vladimir even more angry.

Then he thought for a while and said, "I'm going to do it in advance, right on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, it's best to occupy the scope of two jurisdictions at the same time."

"Oh, a good idea, but you may be hit by the front and back!"

"Are you worried that we don't have enough firepower?"

"Okay, hurry up and decide!"

"You don't need your reminder!"

...

The escort convoy became nervous, and the taxis around were neither fast nor slow, which was in line with their industry characteristics. Taxis have always been a rush to speed, but now they are slowly moving with the convoy, and there are guests inside, and they are all men.

It doesn't matter if one or two vehicles are, but if it is all like this, then the problem will be big. It's all too coincidental for men. Moreover, the other party's eyes kept staring at the convoy, staring unscrupulously, and the taxi clamped the convoy.

"Accelerate, leave Hell's Kitchen, you two patrol cars follow along, no return until the mission is over." The FBI requisitioned two patrol cars.

Black Mahoney was equally nervous. Is the other party going to do something? He was so brave. "Joey, call the branch office, ask for support, and at the same time inform them of the General Administration, we need a lot of support."

"I understand." Joey called the branch on the radio himself, but he began to be excited. He didn't know if he was too lucky. Justice was waving to him. At the same time, the police and gangster battle was about to begin. After improving his strength, what he thought most was to fight once.

"You will use the M16 later, I will still use a pistol!" Joey finished reporting and said to Black Mahoney.

"Can you do it? Don't be impulsive then, just keep the defense line." Black Mahoney was a little worried. He had never experienced a big scene. Tension was inevitable, but he still had to take care of Joey.

"Don't worry, I'm not a vegetarian." Joey's tone was relaxed, without any nervous feeling.

Black Mahoney was silent, he didn't know what to say. Joey looked easier than him, and he could only understand it as a rookie's confidence. However, the vehicles in front of the road suddenly began to avoid the sides, and the speed slowed down. Black Mahoney knew something was wrong.

"Get ready for battle!" said a low voice, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, ready to deal with the sudden attack.
Chapter completed!