It wasn't because he couldn't get a gun, but because although there were guns everywhere in the United States, it would be very troublesome if he was caught holding a gun without a license, and he didn't want to be restricted from entering the country.
So what can he do? Xu Chuan said that I was also in a dilemma. He saw a police car with flashing lights in the rearview mirror. Without saying a word, he accelerated and hit it.
Perhaps it was too fast, and the police car was hit and spun around in a circle. The original sedan turned into a hatchback, and Xu Chuan's Land Rover SUV also rushed into the flower bed on the roadside.
He quickly unbuckled his seat belt, climbed from the back seat to the trunk, opened the rear door and got out.
The Honda was not slow either. It arrived almost as soon as he got off the car. The two MP9s turned the Land Rover into a hornet's nest.
Although it was late in the evening, there were many people on the main road, and the sound of gunshots caused chaos among the crowd. Although the American people are accustomed to shootings, not everyone has experienced such training after all, and pushing and stampeding occurred from time to time.
Two patrol officers finally climbed out of the police car. One of them had a face so stained that he probably had a whole cup of coffee splashed on his face.
"LAPD, put down the gun." Hiding behind the front door, the two Beretta 92Fs pointed at the gunman and started calling for support through the car radio.
The answer to them was still a series of bullets. Fortunately, the front doors of American police cars are generally bulletproof and can block 9mm pistol bullets with no problem.
Not all police cars have automatic weapons. Most police officers only have handguns and maybe a shotgun in the trunk.
Facing the MP9's rate of fire of 800 rounds per minute, two small pistols were not enough. A stray bullet bounced off the ground and drilled a hole in a policeman's calf.
"A fierce exchange of fire broke out, a police officer fell down, please call for support." Another policeman held a walkie-talkie in one hand and pulled the trigger with the other and output frantically.
Fortunately, the two hotshots didn't intend to kill the police. After emptying the two magazines, they got into the car and drove away without confirming whether the target was alive or dead.
A siren sounded, and the LAPD dispatched the police very quickly, but the gunmen were even faster and disappeared into the Los Angeles night.
The helicopter circled in the air several times but could not find any trace of the group.
At this time, Xu Chuan was hiding behind the concrete flower bed, calling Brian on his mobile phone, "Is there anything going on over there?"
"Everything is normal," Sheila was doing an exclusive interview with a TV station, and Brian stood at the door of the studio.
"That's good." It should be quite safe in the TV station. The security level there is relatively high. "I was attacked by a gunman. You should be careful there and let the TV station arrange a car."
Brian looked back at Sheila who was being interviewed and replied, "Don't worry, I know what to do. Do you need help over there?"
Xu Chuan nodded, "Of course, help me dig out Gideon. I'm afraid Riggs' psychopath has already lost him."
He really didn't expect that Riggs couldn't hold on for 24 hours. If he had known this, he would have solved this problem first.
Just as Xu Chuan guessed, Riggs hid in the cabin in the woods where Murtaugh was going on vacation. Unfortunately, he was discovered by his partner. Gideon took the opportunity of their dispute and broke the rope that tied him.
adhesive tape.
On the way to escape, he met Roger Murtaugh who was searching for him, and was shot and fell off a cliff. But now it seems that although Gideon did not meet the grandfather, his injuries did not seem serious.
But why doesn't this grandson deal with Riggs? Why don't he fight with himself? He's a damned nationalist.
In a short period of time, Xu Chuan once again sat in the office of the Robbery-Murder Department. Captain Avery looked at him with an incomprehensible expression. He had now begun to doubt his two subordinates, and more seriously, Riggs
I can't get in touch with Murtaugh.
"Sorry, Bell, I hope this incident will not give you a bad impression of this city." Ivory spoke very politely, but still asked about the situation as usual. Xu Chuan tried his best to give the car model in detail.
, the license plate number, and the gunman’s general characteristics were told to him, but the video was not shown to him.
Avery didn't seem to want Xu Chuan to connect the attack with the kidnapped Gideon. Xu Chuan also had his own little plan, so of course he agreed.
After sending people into the elevator again, Avery turned to call a plump black policewoman, "Bailey, try to find a way to find Riggs and Murtaugh." He felt that this matter had something to do with the two of them.
It can't be separated.
"I'm fine. You should go to bed early. I have some things to deal with." Sheila had already returned to her residence, and Brian told her the news of Xu Chuan's attack.
They changed cars at the TV station and found no suspicious persons. To be on the safe side, Brian and his colleagues planned to increase the security level until Xu Chuan dealt with the unrest outside. His friends were trying their best to track Gideon's traces.
Already have an eyebrow.
At the gate of the police station, Curtis was already waiting there, "Boss, I'm right, you are the one who can cause the most trouble." This man had just hooked up with a big girl in the bar, and he still hadn't taken off his clothes.
He was called out.
"Okay, okay, I admit it, so now let's get rid of the trouble and then go home and sleep." Xu Chuan did not intend to keep Gideon overnight.
The first thing to do is to find a few usable ones, preferably ones that are not registered in Eucalyptus. "Boss, don't worry, this is Los Angeles. If you have money, you can buy anything."
That's true, but if you don't have acquaintances, it's easy to be phished by the FBI. Phishing for law enforcement is allowed in the United States.
But looking at this guy's confident look, I decided to believe him once. Ten minutes later, the car drove into a secluded alley in southern Los Angeles. The houses around this place looked like no one was living there. It was definitely
It's a good place to kill people and dump their bodies.
The north and south parts of Los Angeles are like two different cities. There are large slums in the south, where Mexicans and blacks live, and even police rarely patrol here.
This has resulted in a lot of illegal transactions being carried out here. "The guy I know is not a gang member, but he often modifies guns for those people. He must have what we need."
Curtis knocked on a very hidden door in the alley. A short, fat black man with a height of five feet and a waist of five feet stood there. "Hi, brother, long time no see." The guy looked at Curtis.
The happy look on his face didn't seem to be fake.
This guy actually has friends. How can he reason with him? Xu Chuan covered his face and looked at these two guys talking about RAP. This is really a racial talent. Most people really can't learn it.