Guoyun: My system rests with the country

So far, in order to intercept this damn car, a total of 2 tanks, 1 helicopter, and 9 people were killed.

To be honest, even in the Middle East, Citigroup has not been injured so badly in a certain conflict.

The whole story of the incident was reviewed, and all digital signals along the way were summarized.

The report came out soon. It was supposed to be a car with two people, but there was only one person in it.

Where did the other Asian go?

According to the analysis of intelligence experts, the other party must be in Vegas.

Las Vegas is a famous tourist metropolis in the world, with a permanent population of more than 1000 million, which does not include the tourists who come and go every day.

Finding a certain Asian among so many people is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

Hodgson was respectful on the phone, was scolded by his superior for half an hour, and finally got the authorization, and led his men to find the boss of the Vegas City Police Department overnight.

Using the special powers of the Intelligence Agency, threaten the other party to mobilize all forces to find this damn Asian.

Otherwise, Hodgson vowed that before he went to Black Africa, he would definitely post the audio animation of the other party and the female secretary in the office on the Internet.

"Fack!" The chief of police could only thump his desk hard.

Hodgson didn't just visit the chief of police in Vegas, but visited all the prominent people in the city.

Under the strong pressure of the Intelligence Bureau, these high-ranking people all nodded and cooperated obediently.

quickly,

There is a rumor in the whole Vegas city that there is an Asian person who can be called a human treasure.

If it is found by official personnel, they will be promoted to three ranks.

If someone from a certain company finds it, they will be exempted from tax rates for three years.

If it is found by an underground gang, it will be even more serious. The most prosperous strip in the entire Vegas city will be managed by the gang by default.

All of a sudden, all the local residents, and even the Asians who came to Vegas for tourism, received "warm" hospitality.

There are even signs in some special industries: "As long as Asian men enter the store for consumption, three people will be free for one person."

Of course, they can only use the photos of Lin Dong when he entered the country for comparison.

But Asians look the same in the eyes of Citigroupers.

It is not easy to find the target audience.

So, after a period of intense search for someone, the official people took the lead in slacking off. Anyway, even if someone is found, it may not be because of their own promotion, but it is more likely that they will be cut off by their superiors.

Then there are hotel companies and other business people. With so many tourists in Vegas every day, they are already busy enough, so they don't have any extra energy to try their luck.

In comparison, the underground gangs are more dedicated, the glory of ruling the long street, and the rich rewards promised by the gang bosses, so many gang members with nothing to do, shuttle through the streets and alleys all day long, looking for all suspicious Asians.

……

On the other hand.

When Vantone's feats were listed, the Citi officials and gentlemen in the jurisdiction along the way finally put away their arrogance and began to pay attention.

They no longer blamed each other, and mobilized their forces one after another to chase and intercept Wantong.

Wantong suddenly felt the pressure suddenly increase.

The Suzaku car still has 30.00% battery, but now he is getting farther and farther away from the City of Angels agreed upon by the connector.

The other party seemed to be deliberately driving him south.

And Wantong could imagine with his elbow that Nanfang must have laid out a big bag, waiting for him to get into it.

"Hey, if he knew it earlier, he should have slipped away, so he wouldn't go back and have fun!"

Wantong was driving the car, and he could vaguely see the helicopter in the sky behind him from the rear-view mirror.

The other party kept a distance and just hung like this.

Only when Wantong is about to change course, or change lanes to take other roads, will the helicopter fly over suddenly and use the machine gun on board to "correct" Wantong's traveling route.

"What the hell, his ghosts linger!"

At this time, a small town appeared in front of it. For Xia Guo, it was a community at best.

Wantong looked at the black spots in the air behind him, and slowed down the car.

This is a ghetto of African-Citiners.

Some braziers were burning by the side of the road, thick black smoke was blowing in the wind, and graffiti was spray-painted on the walls on both sides.

Several black men in thin clothes were staring at Wantong with malicious eyes.

Wantong operated the steering wheel with one hand, took a pistol from behind, and pinned it to his back waist.

Then activate the button to reset the rear arms seats and the control panel.

Taking advantage of the cover of a tall building, he parked the car on the side of the road.

Wantong actually forgot to turn off the engine after getting off the car, and carelessly left the key on the center console.

"Hey buddy, does the convenience store behind you sell cigarettes?"

"Of course, Old Ford's has everything you can afford, if you can afford it."

While talking, the strong black man winked behind Wantong.

Wantong pretended not to see it, walked into the convenience store, took out a 20 yuan bill and said:

"Hey, give me a pack of cigarettes."

At this moment, the door of Suzaku's car was closed, and Wantong turned his head to look, his face paled in shock.

A black guy made a face at Wantong through the glass, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car drove away instantly.

"Fake!"

"My car, he took my car!"

The black man next to the convenience store and the old man who is also a black shopkeeper opened their mouths together and said with a smile:
"Hahaha, sir, it's because you were careless, no one else's fault."

Wantong looked at a dilapidated motorcycle parked beside him and said, "Can I borrow this motorcycle? I want to catch up with my car."

A very old motorcycle was parked by the wall. The front headlight was broken, and the rear mirror was only half. The body was pitted and full of rust.

But it looks like it can still ride!

The big black man couldn't help but laugh, Harper was the guy with the best driving skills among them, and that car of unknown brand looked like a high-end car.

This kid lost his car and was in a daze, trying to catch up with Harper on this crappy motorcycle?

"Aha, sir, I sympathize with you. If you give me 200, no, 300 Citicoins, I will sell you this car."

Wantong took out a large amount of change from his pocket, about four to five hundred yuan, the big black man covered it, and threw the key out of his pocket.

"Okay, sir, this motorcycle belongs to you."

"Hurry up and chase, or the other party will run away."

Wantong thanked the big black man in a hurry, got on the motorcycle and left in a hurry.

"Hey Daddy Ford, I like Asians, they're always so polite!"

"When Harper comes back, I want to share a fortune, and your debts should be paid off."

"Oh, Dad, can you be as polite as that Asian guy just now? Can you not bring the bill?"

"Of course, if you're a girl."

A black guy named Harper was stroking the leather steering wheel and wriggling his butt in the chair.

Harper, a veteran who joined gangs and started stealing cars at the age of 13, swears he has never driven such a fancy car.

Even the Lamborghini or Ferrari used to pick up girls at the entrance of a nightclub, the driving experience is not as good as this car.

Lightweight, responsive, and powerful, the steering feedback is as easy as your fingers.

Harper fell in love with the car instantly.

"Oh, baby, I can't bear to sell you!"

Then there was the roar of a helicopter overhead.

Through the window, it turned out to be a police helicopter.

Harper, who had just made a vote, was excited, and then stretched out his arm and gave the helicopter a middle finger!

"Fake!"

"That yellow-skinned monkey is provoking us."

The helicopter pilot shouted to the second officer.

The other party made a gesture of acceptance, raised the machine gun and swept it downward.

"Da~da~da~da~!"

The 12.7mm bullet responded enthusiastically.

Horrified, Harper slammed on the accelerator and slipped away.

Seeing that he was about to run to the side road, the helicopter in the rear quickly notified his colleagues who were waiting at the other intersection.

Harper wanted to turn from Interstate 40 to Route 17 and end up in Phoenix, Arizona.

That's the lair of their gang.

The Suzaku car got on Interstate 40. This move caught Hodgson's attention, who was always paying attention to the car. He thought the other party had some new tricks.

Tentatively, seven or eight police cars were sent to intercept.

Hodgson didn't expect these police cars to stop him, he just wanted to force the opponent's real purpose.

However, facing the pursuit of helicopters and many police cars, Harper ran for a while, feeling hopeless to escape, and stopped the car on the side of the road at a service station.

Harper quickly came out of the cab, raised his hands high, and then, very experienced, knelt down and stuck his head on the ground.

Seven or eight police cars roared up, instantly surrounding the Suzaku car and Harper.

Hodgson just picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip before swallowing it.

The phone rings:

"Boss, that car has stopped and we've got him!"