Soon, the three of them approached the bank where the incident occurred, and the police intercom channel at Luke's front desk was filled with conversations about the case.
"Two robbers rushed out of the bank..."
"They were all armed with automatic weapons. One of the robbers was using an AK with a drum magazine. His firepower was extremely fierce..."
"SWAT can't make it, their car is stuck on the road two kilometers away..."
"A police officer was shot. A police officer was shot..."
"The bandits began to flee eastwards..."
"The gangsters' car had a problem and they were getting out..."
"The two criminals began to flee separately..."
"One gangster was knocked down..."
"There is only one criminal left, who is trying to hijack passing vehicles..."
Luke listened to the intercom system and said, "Harrison, Jim, are you ready?"
Harrison: "When you're ready, let me out of the car."
Luke: "No, I mean, are you ready to have your car robbed by gangsters?"
Harrison: “What?”
He looked forward to block the wind and was stunned: "You don't want to rush over?"
Luke: "My car's glass is bulletproof. It won't be penetrated by one or two bullets. Are you confident?"
Harrison's mind raced: "Okay."
Luke stopped talking and just slowly slowed down the car.
Just over 20 meters away from the three men, a gangster was waving the gun in his hand, signaling passing vehicles to stop.
But unfortunately, the cars in front were so scared that they stepped on the accelerator and ran away.
The bandit didn't want to damage the front windshields of the vehicles, so he fired a few shots from the sides and rear, causing the cars to run faster.
Finally, he saw a car that seemed to be frightened by him and was slowing down.
Luke began to count down: "Three! Two!"
The bandit was overjoyed. He quickened his pace and ran over, firing several shots into the air.
He shouted: "Son of a bitch! Stop the car! Stop the car! Or I'll kill you..."
At this moment, the car turned sideways and just drove past him. The rear door stopped in front of him. The gangster took two steps back and gestured with the gun in his hand: "Open the door! Or I'll kill you!"
As he spoke, he pulled the passenger door with one hand, raised the gun to the air with the other, and fired two more shots.
"One!" Luke finished counting down at the same time, and his hand had already pressed the window's descent button.
"Open the... uh, door for me?" The gangster was stunned.
Through the open car window, the two black muzzles of Luke's Glock and Harrison's MP5 were pointed at him, less than a meter away.
At the same time, Jim opened the left rear door, placed the M4A1 on the roof, pointed it at him, and shouted, "Don't move! If you move, I'll kill you."
"Come, let me see what toy you have." Harrison changed to holding the gun with one hand, stretched out his left hand, and slowly grasped the gun held by the gangster, keeping the muzzle pointing upwards.
He pulled hard on his hand, but it didn't move: "Huh?"
"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Luke laughed and pointed the muzzle of the Glock at the gangster's head.
The gangster loosened his grip on the gun with a complaint. Harrison finally took it in front of him and took a look at it: "PP91? You are very professional."
Here, Luke raised his thumb with his free right hand and pointed to the back seat: "Didn't you want to hitchhike just now? Come on up!"
Jim had quickly gone around from behind the car, quickly cuffed the guy's hands behind his back, and pushed him into the back seat.
Harrison picked up the intercom and said, "I am SWAT 70-David (Team Leader of Group 7). The second gangster has been subdued. We will take him there right away."
Jim switched to the passenger seat and Luke drove towards the bank.
Jim turned his head and looked at the gangster in the back row, laughing: "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
Harrison had already pulled off the gangster's hood, and his face was filled with despair: I don't even know what the hell is going on!
He really didn't understand why they had to rob a car full of SWATs.
Luke and the other two all wore black hoods, and Harrison and Jim were wearing SWAT bulletproof vests, which definitely showed that the SWAT was being deployed.
Being pointed at by three special police officers with guns within a range of one or two meters, he had no courage to resist, even if he had a bulletproof vest.
A moment later, Luke drove to the bank. Several patrol officers came over and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Harrison and Jim, who were wearing black hoods, pulling the gangster out of the car.
Just now they were beaten by these two rampant gangsters and had no chance to fight back, but they were defeated as soon as SWAT showed up.
"You SWAT guys arrived really quickly today." A police officer couldn't help but praise them.
The other officer looked at Luke's badge and asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"
Luke smiled and said, "I'm just a driver, don't worry about me."
Harrison: ...No wonder I rarely see your name in the files.
After handing the criminal over to the patrol officer, Harrison was about to say something when his intercom rang again: "Captain, are you still there?"
Harrison shrugged helplessly at Luke and answered the intercom: "Still there, what's the matter? You didn't have lunch! The criminals almost escaped, and you're still on the road, waiting to eat the exhaust gas?"
The man was silent for a moment after being scolded, and then he said, "Captain, let's not talk about this for now. There's a guy who wants to commit suicide in the residential area over at No. 107. Can you go over there?"
Harrison was furious: "Then you won't wait until he's done committing suicide before calling me?"
There was silence on the intercom for a moment before he spoke cautiously, "But we are really stuck in traffic, and the guy who committed suicide was holding a gun, and the patrol officer wants us to rush over to deal with it."
Harrison: "Got it. I'll go there right away."
After hanging up the call, he looked at Luke: "Um..."
"Get in the car. Haha, are you guys so busy lately?" Luke got in the car and waved.
Jim sat back in the back seat consciously.
Harrison got on the passenger seat, closed the door, and sighed, "Who knows what's going on in Los Angeles recently. Many gang members are roaming the streets, and they even say that there is a "ghost butcher" who is massacring them. There is still no clue about the matter between the district attorney and the judge. The Garcia family's base in the East District was bombed again yesterday, and an FBI agent died on the viaduct. This is really..."
Luke laughed and said, "You are the SWAT, not the East District Police Department. You are not responsible for solving cases, so why rush? Anyway, if there is a mission, go for it. If there is no mission, just rest."
Harrison thought about it and couldn't help laughing: "That's right. What those officials think is none of our business. Anyway, I'm not lazy."
Jim in the back seat didn't say anything, but nodded sympathetically.
The car sped to the new crime scene two blocks away.
As soon as the three of them got out of the car, two men who had just arrived on the roadside came over and said, "Boss, this guy is a bit troublesome."
Harrison's expression was not so gentle at this time. "What's the trouble? Is he a sharpshooter or is he indestructible even with bullets?"