It’s not because he can’t get a gun, but although there are guns everywhere in the United States, it will be very troublesome if he is found with a gun without a license. He doesn’t want to be restricted from entering the country.
What can he do? Xu Chuan said I was in a dilemma, and saw a police car with lights flashing in the rearview mirror. He accelerated and ran over without saying a word.
Maybe it was too fast, the police car was hit and turned around in place. The original sedan turned into a hatchback, and Xu Chuan's Land Rover SUV also rushed to the flower bed on the side of the road.
He quickly untied his seat belt, climbed from the rear seat to the trunk, opened the rear door and drilled out.
The Honda was not slow either. It was almost the moment he got off the car. The two MP9s directly turned the Land Rover into a hornet's nest.
Although it was already evening, there were many people on the main road, and the gunfire made the crowd chaotic. Although the American people have become accustomed to shootings, not everyone has experienced this training, and pushing and trampling happens from time to time.
Two patrolmen finally crawled out of the police car, one of them had stains on his face, and probably a whole cup of coffee was poured on his face.
"LAPD, put down the gun." Hiding behind the front door, the two Bereta 92Fs pointed at the gunman and started calling for support through the on-board radio.
The answer to them was a series of bullets. Fortunately, the front doors of American police cars were generally bulletproof, so it was still okay to block the 9mm pistol bullets.
Not all police cars have automatic weapons, most police officers only have pistols, and there may be a shotgun in the trunk.
Faced with the MP9 rate of firing of 800 rounds per minute, two small pistols were not enough to see. A stray bullet bounced back on the ground and drilled a hole in a policeman's calf.
"A fierce firefight broke out, and some police officers fell down and asked for support." Another policeman held the walkie-talkie in one hand and pulled the trigger in the other hand and outputted it frantically.
Fortunately, these two hottest players did not intend to kill the police. After exhausting two magazines, they got into the car and rushed away, and did not confirm the life or death of the target.
A sirens sounded, and LAPD was dispatching police at a fast speed, but these gunmen were faster and disappeared directly into the night in Los Angeles.
The helicopter hovered in the air for several times, but no trace of the group was found.
At this time, Xu Chuan was hiding behind the concrete flower bed, holding his cell phone and calling Brian, "What's wrong with you, right?"
"Everything is OK," Sulla was doing an exclusive interview with TV station, and Brian stood at the door of the studio.
"That's good." It should be quite safe on the TV station, and the security level is relatively high. "I was attacked by a sought-after person. Be careful and ask the TV station to arrange a car."
Brian looked back at Xuela who was being interviewed and replied, "Don't worry, I know how to do it. Do you need help?"
Xu Chuan nodded, "Of course, help me dig out Gideon, the lunatic Riggs may have lost the person."
He really didn't expect that Riggs could not last for 24 hours. If he had known this, he would have solved the problem first.
Just as Xu Chuan guessed, Riggs hid the man in the wooded house in the woods where Merto was going to go on vacation. Unfortunately, his partner discovered that Gideon seized the opportunity of their argument and broke the tape tied to him.
On the way to escape, he met Roger Metto, who was searching for him, and was shot and fell off the cliff. However, it seems that although Gideon did not meet the old man, his injuries did not seem to be severe.
But what is this grandson doing to deal with Riggs, and to compete with him, a damn racist.
In a short period of time, Xu Chuan sat in the office of the robbery-Murder Department again. Captain Avery looked at him inexplicably. He had now begun to doubt his two subordinates, and seriously, Riggs and Merto could no longer contact him.
"Sorry, Bell, I hope this incident won't make you have a bad impression of this city." Avery spoke very politely, and asked about the situation at that time routinely. Xu Chuan tried to tell him the information about the car model, license plate number, and the general characteristics of the gunman as in detail, but the video was not shown to him.
Every didn't seem to want Xu Chuan to associate the attack with the robbed Gideon. Xu Chuan also had his own little plan, so of course he agreed with it with the flow.
He sent the person into the elevator again, and Every turned his head and called out a plump black policewoman, "Belly, find a way to find Riggs and Merto." He felt that this matter had nothing to do with them.
"I'm fine, you go to bed early, I have something to deal with." Xuela had already returned to her residence, and Brian told her the news of Xu Chuan's attack.
They changed cars on the TV station and found no suspicious people. To be on the safe side, Brian and his colleagues were preparing to raise the security level until Xu Chuan solved the uncertainty outside, and his friends were following Gideon's trail with all their might.
Curtis was already waiting there at the gate of the police station, "Boss, I'm right, you are the one who can cause trouble the most." The man just hooked up with a big girl in the bar and was called out before he even took off his clothes.
"Okay, okay, I admit this, so let's get rid of the trouble now and go home to sleep." Xu Chuan is not going to keep Gideon for the night.
The first thing to do is to find a few guys that can be used, preferably one that is not registered. "Boss, don't worry, this is Los Angeles, you can buy anything if you have money."
That's true, but if you don't have an acquaintance, you can easily be fished by the FBI. Fishing enforcement is allowed in the United States.
However, looking at this guy with confidence, he decided to believe him once. Ten minutes later, the car drove into a secluded alley in southern Los Angeles. The houses around this place seemed to be unoccupied, and it was definitely a good place to kill and throw away the body.
The two parts of Los Angeles are like two different cities, with large slums in the south, which are a settlement for Mexicans and blacks. Even police seldom come here to patrol.
This has led to a lot of illegal transactions being carried out here. "The guy I know is not a gang member, but he often changes guns to those people, and he must have what we need."
Curtis knocked on a hidden door in the alley, and a short and fat black man, who was five feet tall and five feet tall, stood there, "Hi, brother, long time no see." The guy looked at Curtis with a happy look and didn't seem to be pretending.
Chapter completed!