Elsa didn't hesitate at all: "Got it, be careful."
Luke quickly added, "This sniper may be from the regular army. Tell the guys coming here not to be careless."
Elsa hummed, and the two ended the call.
After saying this, Luke also went downstairs and walked out the door towards the street outside the parking lot entrance with quick but not hurried steps.
A Toyota sedan was already parked there.
Luke: "Selina, Palmer can come out now. Remind her to pay attention to the Toyota sedan."
"Got it." Selina replied, and contacted Palmer there. After a moment, she said, "Palmer will be out soon. She just told me that her car is specially made, and the front doors and glass can withstand ordinary rifle fire."
“Then I feel much more relieved.” Luke moved his feet and approached the Toyota sedan from the roadside.
"She's at the exit, I saw her." Selina said.
Luke also saw the black Chevrolet SUV exposed at the B2 exit, which is a color and model that many agents like to use.
The SUV drove around a small section of road outside the parking lot at a normal speed and turned right onto the street.
The Toyota sedan did not respond.
"What's going on?" Selina asked.
Luke: "Don't worry, if they don't take action, we can arrest them directly later." Anyway, there is a sniper upstairs in his hands, and that person may know more than these two.
There was nothing unusual about Palmer's car. Like most people, after getting on the main road, he slowly accelerated and entered the middle lane.
At this time, the Toyota sedan finally started, made an illegal U-turn, quickly approached the left side of the SUV, and slammed into it.
The SUV seemed to be caught off guard, and the vehicle swerved to the side of the road and stopped.
The Toyota sedan shook and then moved closer.
Before the car came to a complete stop, the gunman on the passenger seat pushed the door open, raised an UZI submachine gun in his hand, and opened fire violently at the driver's door.
The driver of the Toyota sedan also got out and continued firing with his Uzi submachine gun.
The moment he saw the Uzi, Luke was not worried at all. This gun could not break the special bulletproof car door in a short time.
When the Toyota sedan turned around, he started running, and when the first gunman opened fire, he rushed to within 20 meters of the gunman.
As soon as the driver got out of the car and raised his hand, Luke's Glock fired almost at the same time.
Snap! Snap!
The two gunmen screamed and fell to the ground at the same time.
Luke didn't give any warning. He didn't care about procedural justice in this situation. This was an attack intended to kill the police. He would have no problem just shooting the other person dead.
When several bloody holes appeared on the legs of the two gunmen, Luke had already put the gun back into the holster under his armpit, jogged forward, and stepped on the driver's right hand, which still held Uzi's hand, and exerted force.
Snap!
The driver screamed wildly.
Luke swung his foot to the side, and the Uzi was kicked out of the driver's hand. The driver's fingers were torn into a bloody mess by the gun body and the ground, and were also twisted into a ball.
With his other foot on the ground, Luke exerted force to stand up, and slid sideways over the roof of the Toyota sedan. When he landed, he kicked the hand of the man coming down from the passenger seat. With a click, the Uzi slipped out of his hand.
Selina also drove over at this moment, pushed open the Toyota sedan, and hid beside Luke.
Luke took the two pairs of handcuffs thrown by Selina and handcuffed the gunman in the passenger seat first, then turned around and handcuffed the gunman in the driver's seat on the other side.
As for the two men howling and screaming that their hands were broken while they were being tortured, neither of them paid any attention to them.
Next to him, Palmer stood up from the driver's seat of the SUV and tried to open the door to get out.
Luke raised his hand to stop them: "Don't get out of the car. Take these two people directly to your station for interrogation. I think there is someone there who knows how to give emergency first aid?"
Palmer smiled grimly: "Of course, we have doctors of medicine there."
She gestured to Luke, then turned the SUV around, waited for Luke to stuff the two men into the back seat of the car, and then took Luke and the other man's car back to the DEA's office building.
The two unlucky gunmen's faces turned pale, and not just because the bullet holes in their legs were bleeding.
They shot a key DEA agent near the area and were caught red-handed.
DEA are not ordinary public security police, their methods of questioning are much more violent and direct.
The gunmen who came to carry out such missions were certainly not cowards, but human endurance was limited, while the ways of forcing confessions were endless.
Moreover, many times, the DEA will not convict certain gang members who have angered them, but will release them after interrogation.
Then, during the next arrest, these uncooperative traffickers, along with the people in their residences, will be turned into drug dealers and shot together.
DEA's bad reputation is never earned by words.
After Luke and his friend drove into the parking lot, five people quickly came over.
Four of them were obviously agents, and only one was wearing a white coat, muttering in dissatisfaction: "Hey! I'm a doctor of pharmacology and biology, not an emergency department doctor, okay?"
The beautiful Palmer stood in front of him with a calm face. "Maurice, I want these two guys to stay alive for two hours without dying. Can you do it?"
The man in the white coat named Morris immediately became awkward and uncomfortable when he saw Palmer: "But, saving people... I'm not an expert."
Palmer suddenly showed a charming smile, raised his hand and brushed the dust off his shoulder. "Just now, these two guys fired dozens of bullets at me. Can you understand how I felt at that time, Morris?"
Maurice shuddered and took a step back. "OK! OK! I understand. Take them to my lab. I can't operate on them here."
Luke and Selina watched the two gunmen being carried away with calm expressions, as if nothing had happened.
Palmer watched the five men and the two gunmen get on the elevator, then turned his head and looked at the two of them: "Thank you."
Luke shrugged. "It's okay, as long as you don't blame us for using you as bait."
Palmer chuckled and raised his hand to lift the hair on his forehead: "That's what I agreed to, isn't it?"
Luke: "We have to be present during the interrogation. We won't care about anything else, but we want to know who wants to touch you."
Palmer looked up at the sky in silence, and after a moment he sighed, "Are all you Texans so persistent?"
Luke spread his hands, saying that he was helpless as well. He and Selina were both born and raised in Texas.
Martin was born and raised in Texas. He served in the army when he was young and joined the police force after retiring.