Volume 6: Blood Rain Chapter 4: Butcher (Part 2)
Turning around, he saw that the other companions had woken up and were all staring ahead. Oni turned around and smiled, "It's okay. If we can't get through, just scatter and charge. Haha." After saying that, he stopped the car. There were at least thirty cars ahead waiting to be inspected.
The gun commander began to look around. Every high point had special police officers holding guns and observing. The scene was large, but relatively quiet. Some guys in suits gathered in groups of three or five to whisper. Everyone had a serious look on their faces. The terrain here was very open and there was no cover. Even he himself did not have the confidence to avoid being shot. If he ran, he would definitely become a sitting duck for the police. The more the gun commander looked, the more frightened he became. Could it be that the previous checkpoint deliberately missed people?
Thinking of this, the gunner began to feel uneasy. He whispered to Moker, "Do you have the confidence to seize a few commanding heights?" Moker frowned and said, "We can take them, but there are too many people on the other side. Bullets alone can drown them!" The gunner asked, "What if we take down a few hostages?" Moker smiled and said, "Unless you capture a few officers, the snipers above will also shoot." The gunner began to smile bitterly. It seemed that he would have to risk his life this time. He might not be able to win even if he fought hard.
He couldn't let it go, and said to Rodlo again: "Remember! When I ask you anything later, answer it with singing, and don't speak!" I hope God bless you, and don't let the police find out! The gunman closed his eyes and began to adjust. At this point, there was nothing to worry about. Everything was left to fate. If it didn't work out, he would kill one to get back his investment, and kill two to make a profit.
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer cars ahead, two fully armed policemen came over with guns in hand. One of them shouted to Oni, "Ask the people in the car to prepare their ID cards. Don't panic." Then he began to check around the car. The other one held a detector in his hand. Moker whispered, "This is a bomb detector." The chief of the gun nodded. His face was pale now. He was wearing a shabby cowboy suit and looked like a poor Chinese worker.
Finally it was their turn. Seven or eight policemen surrounded the car. There were three rows of spikes in front of the car, and there were several trucks twenty meters away to block the car. The gun chief's heart was in his throat, and his eyes kept shrinking. As long as the situation was not right, he had to take the initiative to attack, otherwise he would definitely be beaten to a pulp. A policeman began to ask Oni: "Where are you from?"
O'Neill said with a smile: "We are the engineering team of Tosk Town. Don't underestimate us! We have participated in many world-class projects since our establishment..." The policeman said impatiently: "Where are you going?" O'Neill said, and looked back with great humor and asked: "The police officer asked where we are going?" Before everyone could react, Rodlo had already sang loudly: "Praise New York! I love America! We will use our own hands to create a beautiful city!" The policeman nodded and waved his hand: "Open the car door!" O'Neill opened the car door. Several policemen and two men in suits got into the car one after another. One of them shouted: "Turn on the lights in the car! Everyone prepare your ID cards." After O'Neill turned on the lights in the car, he said to several people: "Gentlemen, it's very late now. I believe that you usually sleep like children in the arms of women, but look at these guys, each one is more difficult to manage than the other. So I must unify their ID cards, otherwise, I am afraid that they will be torn to pieces by a group of old women when I go back. Come on, their ID cards are here."
Several people took their ID cards and began to check and find people, and then they began to question people. Cole and Adams, two homosexuals, were the first to pass through. I guess the police officers hated this behavior very much, because the two people's eyes showed love from time to time, which made people's skin crawl. First, a man in a suit held up his ID card and asked Johnson: " What's ?"
"John Michael, sir." He showed his white teeth and smiled at the interrogator tenderly. The interrogator looked at him again and asked Rodello, "What about you? Take off your glasses. You are still wearing sunglasses so late!" Rodello straightened his chest, took a few quick breaths, raised his chin slightly, and uttered an amazing voice from his throat, "I'm very sorry. Wearing sunglasses is a gift from my lover. If you want to know my name, I will tell you that my name is Casa Hilton. I love America and beautiful New York." The police officer was stunned by his singing at first, but then his strong and powerful tenor was really admirable! One of the men in suits who was checking Moker said with a smile: "Your singing voice is so beautiful. You are such an excellent singer." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of submachine gun fire from behind. The car was in chaos. Those men got off in a hurry. The police in front removed the roadblock and yelled at O'Neill: "Go! Go!" O'Neill drove the car out without hesitation. The gun captain and others looked back to see which guys were helping.
Gunshots were heard from about four or five cars, and women screamed in terror from time to time. The police began to not dare to fight back, and quickly hid in the bunkers. Several cars began to turn around, and the tires blew up a puff of green smoke and drove backwards quickly. Mokle smiled at the gun chief and said, "It seems that they are the guys assigned to go to New York. The guns are the police submachine guns we robbed." The gun chief couldn't help but say with some pride, "Without them distracting the police, we wouldn't have gotten through so easily. But Rodlo's singing today is undoubtedly the most beautiful, and the people in the car immediately laughed."
The gun chief said to O'Neal, "Your forgery is really great. Even the police can't see it. I was afraid that Rodlo would sing that he was a great butcher." O'Neal said excitedly, "Do you know what makes me happiest? When I was a child, I liked playing hide-and-seek with a few little guys. Sometimes I would hide in front of them and never be discovered. That feeling was nervous and exciting! Later I fell in love with this, but I was hiding from the police. Every time I walked past them, I would enjoy it very much. It was so wonderful! They obviously wanted to catch you, but you walked in front of them and greeted them. Hahaha, I like this kind of life ." The gun chief also laughed and said, "It's really exciting! I was ready to fight to the death just now, but we were let go. Now I think it's incredible." A group of lunatics kept mocking the American police in the car. They happily sped all the way to New York.
Robert Michael, the second-in-command of the FBI, hammered his desk constantly. He was the director in charge of domestic security and was named as the commander of this arrest operation, but the current situation was terrible. The police were simply pigs wasting food. Robert kept cursing at these idiots for not being able to even guard a prison! Thirty-six serious criminals escaped from prison, and fourteen of them were even more terrifying than terrorists! Any one of them had a thick criminal record, and their hands were all stained with blood. These guys were extremely hateful. As soon as they got out of prison, they all scattered and did evil everywhere. The news just received was that a whole family on a farm was killed. The worst thing was that three women were raped and killed, and they were bitten to death with teeth! Is this still a human being? Robert looked at the photos of the scene and kept nauseating. He had to force himself to hold it in. There was no need to look at it. It must be the masterpiece of that perverted dentist! And the crazy butcher, it seems that these two people are in the same boat.
Robert picked up the prison report again. According to the on-site analysis report, the prisoner in cell 8 broke free from the handcuffs and kicked open the iron door to let people out. Robert was extremely horrified that this person actually opened the chains and iron doors of other prisoners with his hands. Except for his cell door, which was opened from the inside to the outside, all other cells were opened from the outside to the inside. This is impossible! Without tools, he could not have done it at all, but according to the photos and prison videos, it is indeed the case! Who is this person?
After checking the gun captain's file, Chen Chongsheng, a Hong Kong Chinese, had been in the United States for only 40 days, and he had killed Chemerov of the White Gloves. Four other people were arrested with him and have been transferred to the New York State Prison. Robert looked at the file and began to think deeply. This case was solved by Cardoff, a black police officer who was ordered to form a gang. The Chinese gave him 5 million US dollars to buy guns and ammunition, so that he could establish Umankeke and support him to replace the White Gloves, even the Mafia, and then become the underground emperor of New York! Why didn't he wait for this guy to help annex other gangs? Now New York is divided into two parts by the Chinese gang and the Mafia. There must be something wrong!
Robert quickly issued orders: 1. Find Officer Cardoff immediately; 2. Investigate Officer Cardoff, starting from the day he was born; 3. Set up two more checkpoints at each intersection entering New York, focusing on checking a Chinese person (at the same time distribute the gunman's physical characteristics); 4. Notify all local police stations to fully cooperate and be prepared. The search operation is divided into four directions. Now the whereabouts of the criminals have been basically determined; 5. Notify the US-Canadian border guards to cooperate with this operation.
Robert checked the case of the gun master again. The more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became. What a bunch of idiots! And the hateful gangsters! Robert clenched his fists tightly. He must let them have a taste of power this time. Now he can be sure that the gun master will definitely come to New York! Come on, let me see the Chinese's methods.
On the way to the hospital, Kadoff was invited to have tea by the FBI. Kadoff's heart skipped a beat. It was over! It seemed that this jailbreak had aroused suspicion from the higher-ups, especially the case of the gun captain. Kadoff was a policeman, and of course he knew that the loopholes could not be hidden from Robert. But he believed that Yorke would not ignore him, even if the other party was the FBI.
Robert's order had just been issued, and the gun commander and his men had just passed the inspection and entered New York, just a hair's breadth away. The gun commander looked at the gradually prosperous street scene on the roadside, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. New York is definitely one of the most charming cities in the world. The gun commander's mind was in a mess. He thought of Winnie, the angel-like girl, and also thought of Lin Mili, and of course the whereabouts of Tian Wu and others. I am the invincible Cheng Yaojin. This time I am here again, and I have brought you the most distinguished guests. Looking at the group of guys in the car, the gun commander had a smile on his lips.
According to the address provided by Ji'er, Oni drove the car into a slum area in Manhattan. There were old buildings everywhere and it was also a black settlement. Under Ji'er's instructions, the car drove into an alley. After getting off the car, everyone followed Ji'er and turned left and right, and soon arrived at a warehouse. There were two large containers lined up in the warehouse, and the back was close to the dock. There was a crane on the top, but it looked like it had not been used for a long time.
Ji'er said to the gun captain happily, "This is one of my hiding places in New York. It seems that I haven't been discovered yet." After that, he opened one of the collection boxes and said to the gun captain with great pride, "The things here are enough for you to defeat half of New York!" As the cabinet door opened, the first one to get excited was Shashido. He rushed in with a howl. Both sides of the container were filled with all kinds of guns. The gun captain looked at these dazzling weapons and couldn't help shouting, "Ji'er, are you in the arms business?" Ji'er shook his head and said, "No, I just provide weapons to agents . I purchased them according to their requirements, but no one has come to take them." The gun captain became more and more excited the more he looked at it. Haha, with a group of super criminals and weapons, he would be more confident now.
Rodlo, Johnson, and O'Neal were not interested in these things at all. Ji'er led the gun captain to another container and said, "This is for intelligence purposes, as well as medical first aid supplies. Of course, it can also be used as a temporary shelter." The gun captain looked at the things inside, which were high-tech, such as miniature infrared cameras, cameras, computers, eavesdropping devices, clothes, and some tools for thieves. O'Neal was interested in the things inside, and he looked around and said to the gun captain, "Nick, here is medicine to treat the wound on your face." The gun captain took it and saw that it was a medicine to accelerate metabolism and anti-inflammatory medicine.
After everyone exited the container, the gunner found that one person was missing. After a careful check, Rodlo was gone! Everyone immediately split up to search. Damn, this idiot! After searching for more than ten minutes, there was no trace of him. The gunner was very annoyed. Where could he have gone?
Rodlo ran to the street. He had heard that New York was full of art, so he had to see it. By the way, he also had a small plan. After Rodlo walked out of the slums, he squeezed into the most lively place and kept moving forward along the sculptures on the street. He wanted to find the most ideal place in his mind to implement his plan.
It was still morning when they entered New York. After walking for more than three hours, Rodlo arrived at Fifth Avenue. Rodlo was wearing sunglasses, bald head, and a gray worker's uniform. His short and fat body looked like a cute circus performer. Rodlo regretted that he didn't have a decent dress. Maybe wearing this dress would make him more outstanding.
Looking at the Memorial Arch in Washington Square, Rodlo finally found the ideal place. He looked at the tourists around him, then walked to a slightly noticeable place, straightened his chest, and closed his eyes slightly. However, his stomach made a rumbling sound, which made Rodlo quite angry. He coughed twice, and brewed his emotions again. Then, he began to sing loudly. His powerful singing voice immediately attracted the attention of many people, and he sang very well. Several tourists had already started clapping, and Rodlo sang even harder. He was singing "My Sun" in its original version. If the captain heard it, he would definitely be stunned and not be able to tell.
Soon, many listeners gathered around Rodlo. Seeing the audience begin to be intoxicated, Rodlo sang the last sentence very seriously, and there was thunderous applause. Rodlo's face was flushed with excitement, but he was getting more and more thirsty. Seeing a tourist holding a bottle of water, Rodlo walked up and gestured. The tourist generously handed it over. Turning around, he saw another tourist holding a piece of bread. Haha, this finally solved the livelihood problem. Rodlo finished his lunch in two or three bites, sang in a swaying posture, and burst out his voice again. Before he finished the first sentence, he won thunderous applause!
