The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 61 Rare PIT Opportunity
The atmosphere in the car was a bit dignified, and Wesley, who had been chattering in the back seat of the car, was silent at this time. Although he and Tim were just nodding acquaintances, after listening to the radio communication, he obviously understood the situation The seriousness of the situation caused the three people in the car to lose interest in talking for a while.

Jack has a headache. In case Tim is infected, this high-level infectious disease will definitely be strictly isolated. He can't think of any way to get close to Tim to perform healing.

Patting his head, Jack gave up his wild thoughts. As a member of the protagonist group, Tim should not be so easy to get hung up on. Instead of worrying about it, it is better to deal with the immediate situation in advance.

However, the investigation work was not smooth. There were still a few days before the Christmas holiday, and it was the afternoon. Most residents in the residential area were at work, knocking on doors until after 5 pm, and the two found nothing.

Jack bought three cups of coffee and handed one to Wesley in the back seat of the police car. After less than 10 minutes of rest, John's call came from the intercom.

Today, the protagonist, John, whose aura is particularly effective, asked the homeless in the neighborhood park to find out the suspect's car, and locked the specific address, a yellow apartment building.

When the two arrived, John and Nila Harper had already raided the small apartment, which was empty, and John found the name of the owner of the room—Brandon Michelle—in a stack of bills.

While they were confirming the identity of the No.2 terrorist to the command center, Jack walked into the living room and looked around. There was a desk by the window.

Isn't this a ready-made clue? He casually stitched together a few pieces of shredded paper, and it turned out to be a fake TSA (Transportation Security Administration) ID pattern, with the words LAX printed on it, which is the code of LA International Airport.

"Guys, I think we have a terrorist target."

The next job is relatively simple. DHS directly closed the Los Angeles International Airport. The FBI coordinated all the idle police forces in the city and deployed them to the South City of LA. They set up checkpoints on the main road leading to the airport to intercept the blue car driven by the suspect. Deck BMW.

"The CDC has sent the vaccine to Tim, and the rest depends on whether we can intercept the terrorists in time. Although the DHS has temporarily closed the LA airport, but now it is approaching Christmas, there are at least tens of thousands of people stranded there who plan to go back. home traveler."

Superintendent Gray briefed the crowd on the public comms channel.

Jack scratched his head, looking at the highway in front of him that was extremely congested due to the evening rush hour and police checkpoints, recalled a joke about robbing a bank in his previous life, picked up the walkie-talkie and asked his own question.

"Since these terrorists have such a well-planned plan and double insurance for the delivery of the virus, I don't think they will ignore the traffic flow during the evening rush hour in Los Angeles?"

Superintendent Gray quickly responded: "The deployment is not led by LAPD, we are only responsible for execution, including me."

John, who has already double-killed today, also supports Jack's view: "Just blocking the highway is loopholes. Even if I have only been in LA for half a year, I know that there is a small road behind La Cienega that can lead directly to the airport."

The communication channel fell silent for a while, but Superintendent Gray's voice sounded again soon: "Then listen to you, command center, this is 7-L-20, please mark the police force of the Wilshire branch to divert to La Senega Avenue, and re-route the helicopter, keep an eye out for the blue BMW."

About 10 minutes later, the helicopter in the sky came with good news: "Please note that a suspect vehicle was spotted on Sendinella Road, driving south, towards La Cienega Avenue, California license plate. V5BU9F7"

Angela and Jack glanced at each other, and it was the licensed blue BMW that the suspect was driving.

Soon the siren sounded not far away, and Nila Harper's voice appeared on the public channel: "Command center, 7-A-15 police car is chasing the suspect."

As Jack kicked the floor, flashing red and blue police lights appeared in front of him, which were the police cars of John and Nila.

Angela picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "7-A-26 converge, join the chase."

As the speed of the car increased, Lawyer Wesley in the back seat turned pale: "I'm still locked in the police car at this time, are you serious?"

Angela turned her head and smiled: "You were the one who wanted to ask me out to have a good time at night, and now you regret dating the police?"

As she said that, she took out the handcuff key and threw it to the back seat: "Wait, if there is a firefight, you will hide in the rear of the car as soon as possible, and we may not care about you."

Wesley trembled for a long time before uncuffing himself, his face was pale, and just about to speak, Jack, who had already speeded up to 100, yelled loudly, scaring his words back.

"Sit still, the last gas station before the airport is ahead, we have to catch up as soon as possible."

At this time, the communication channel came with a report from the police helicopter: "Attention all police forces, Air Crew No. [-] left the pursuit, and the suspect's vehicle has entered the no-fly zone of the airport."

Jack's current driving skills are at the proficient level, which is about the same level as John's. Although John can drive a large truck, he is far behind him in terms of perception of the surrounding environment and neural response.

What's more, although both of them have received basic PIT training, they have never been used in actual combat. At this time, the benefits of having system skill bonuses are reflected.

With a high-speed drift and cornering, even though there was one more person in the car, the police car of Jack and Angela passed the police car driven by John. Jack grabbed the intercom and pinched it on the steering wheel, and said loudly: "7-A-26 applies for PIT, We are approaching the airport ahead and we are running out of time."

After all, it’s not in Arkansas, where the folk customs are aggressive. Usually, California’s PIT procedures for the police are still very strict. PIT is strictly prohibited within the urban area. Patrolmen like Jack and the others who usually hang around in the urban area basically have no PIT suspects’ vehicles. Opportunity.

"I agree, but don't force it, the other party's car has a virus."

The voice of Superintendent Gray came from the channel. They had just left the relatively congested section of the road, and they were still nearly a kilometer away from the two police cars.

"Wesley, be smart. The back seat is not bulletproof. If there is a firefight, don't run around. The rear of the car is the safest."

Jack worriedly said one more thing. It is not necessary to drag civilians to participate in dangerous operations. It is also a test for Wesley to experience Angela's policeman's daily feelings for the two. Angela obviously has her own ideas. He didn't bother to meddle in it either.

The police cars continue to speed up. The Wilshire branch can be regarded as the strongest branch in the LAPD. In the past few months, their police cars have been replaced with the latest Ford Explorer, which not only continues the police's favorite V6 The engine and the front of the car are all equipped with PIT-specific reinforced bumpers.

　In the past two days, I have devoted myself to updating, and there is not much time to review the previous article. If there is any problem, please point it out in time, and I will modify it as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)