A Weird Theater That Started In London

Shet!

I got the wrong guy!

Before Gus could come up with a solution to the problem, the police dog barked again from behind the carriage.

The member of the special police team in charge of the inspection yelled again: You, get out of the car and open the cargo box!

The flashlight kept shining on Gus's face, which made him annoyed, and replied in a bad tone: Don't shine the light in my eyes.

Get off, sir.

This should be the last warning. If the target doesn't get out of the car, the special police will use violence.

One against a hundred, a small pistol against dozens of assault rifles, only exists in fantasy.

Under the current situation, Agent 007 would have to kneel when he came, let alone him, an amateur boxer who wandered around the streets.

At this point, Gus turned his head, stared at the other party, and said in a tough posture: Can you let me take off the seat belt first?

In the silent gaze.

Gus's right hand, hidden in the darkness, was on the butt of the gun. He changed his mind: kill, drive away from the scene, and if he moves fast enough, this plan will work.

With this almost crazy mentality, the Mexican slowly opened the car door.

At the same time, Lu Li silently picked up the police assault rifle, and a large-caliber shotgun was inserted between the driver and co-pilot.

However, a voice kept reminding Lu Li: Wait a minute, this matter is not easy. According to the usual practice, the contact person will definitely appear at a critical moment. Therefore, it will be more valuable to see who is the insider.

Sure enough, a fat man appeared next to the white Nissan. While holding up his work ID, he asked, Guys, what happened?

Gus stopped pushing the car door, his eyes wandered between the members of the SWAT team and the fat man, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.

Dr. Jim?

Lu Li was a little surprised, how could this honest and honest fat man be an insider.

However, there are no absolutes.

He stared straight ahead.

The special police handed over the mysterious certificate to Jim and said, Sir, according to martial law standards, I asked him to show his work permit and pass, but this guy gave it to him instead.

Hearing this, Fatty Jim looked down at the ID, then looked up at Gus, and finally said slowly: This is our car, you can let him out.

Sir? The inspector looked puzzled.

Compared with humans, police dogs are more reliable. Even after a long time, it is still barking at the cargo box, obviously discovering something.

I said, let him go.

Dr. Jim raised his left hand and pointed to the exit with a serious tone, but Gus's hand was always holding the handle of the gun, not daring to relax.

After a little hesitation, several members of the SWAT team dispersed. After all, this mysterious incident was fully taken over by the CDC, and the Port Authority was only responsible for cooperating.

The doors close.

A white Nissan sedan passes inspection.

Dr. Jim handed over the token, while leaning against the car window, he said with a ferocious expression: For the last time, tell that bitch not to come to me again!

The face of a white man in a suit came to mind. It was their common employer.

Gus sullenly, did not make any answer, just reached out to pick it up.

Do you understand? Dr. Jim took away the token, stared at Gus, and said word by word: Tell him, this is the last time!

Unfortunately, it was obviously an unwise choice to compare the reaction speed with a boxer. Gus was stunned for a moment, and then directly grabbed the token.

Lu Li saw Nissan walking away, silently started the car and followed.

Ten seconds later, the special police stopped his way and said in a deep voice, Dude, please show your work permit and entry and exit permit.

Lu Li stepped on the brake lightly.

Airport Police, working for the Port Authority.

Lu Li only had a police officer's card, and he didn't apply for it because of the sudden incident.

After saying that, the special police officer who had previously reviewed Gus nodded, turned on the flashlight, and took a clear view of the cab.

Shotguns stand upright, and assault rifles are particularly eye-catching, as if looking for a serious criminal.

Seeing this, the special police couldn't help asking in a low-pitched voice: Is there something wrong with that guy just now?

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Fatty Jim.

The guy was looking down at the grass beside him, obviously preoccupied.

However, Lu Li didn't answer, he just said, Do me a favor, let me go out for a while.

PAPD, the acronym for Port Authority Police Department.

In other words, they are a family with the airport police force they belong to, so it should be convenient.

The special police officer turned his head and glanced behind him. The police dog was standing there quietly. In addition, the small police pickup truck couldn't fit such a large object like a coffin, so he waved his hand to signal the colleague guarding the passage to lift the pole to let him go.

Bon Voyage.

If you encounter troubles that cannot be solved, don't forget about our SWAT team.

Hearing this, Lu Li started the police car, and said at the same time, Remember to tell Sergeant Ross of the police force, I'm going out to buy some coffee, and I'll be back at nine o'clock in the morning at the latest. If there is an emergency, call me.

Obviously, he has made a decision in his heart——

act without authorization.

Not far away, Dr. Jim raised his head, just in time to see this scene: the police car drove out of the airport at high speed, with a familiar person sitting in the driver's seat.

For a moment, an ominous premonition welled up in Jim's heart.

It's over...Damn it, it must have been discovered... No, I can't expose it.

Suddenly, he took out his cell phone and dialed the number he didn't want to see.

At this moment, Gus, who had escaped unharmed, was in a good mood and hadn't noticed that someone was following him.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette with his right hand and put it in his mouth, while the car radio beside him was playing brisk Mexican rap.

Not to mention the 5,000 US dollars that he received successively, just because his mother's residence permit and his brother's criminal record can be resolved, he is so happy that he can't sleep.

Brother, I don't know what you are, but thank you very much for the good luck you brought me.

After finishing speaking, Gus turned to look at the wooden coffin, and exhaled a smoke ring with an indescribably comfortable expression.

Kennedy International Airport is located in Queens, which is the largest and second most populous of the five boroughs of New York City. The speed limit on many streets is 40 yards.

If anyone dares to speed, the traffic police will make him understand what efficiency is——

Hang up the police lights on the vehicle at the first time, rush to issue a big ticket to the driver, and generate income for the department.

Thanks to these colleagues, after leaving the airport, Lu Li was able to keep up with Gus without any pressure and keep a proper distance from him.

Neither attract attention nor let him out of sight.

Thirty minutes passed, and the two of them were still driving, and they lived in peace along the way.

However, according to the car navigation, Lu Li could see the destination of the other party's trip.

Manhattan.

We are now at 59th Street, just before the Queensboro Bridge.

The contents of the coffin were about to cross the river.