The partner snorted in annoyance, lay down slightly, took another puff of the cigarette, then raised his right hand and looked at the dark red cigarette butt between his fingers: "Bad luck, I got shot directly, then I don't have to wait for lung cancer, my wife and son will be someone else..."
whoosh!
A rotating black shadow suddenly drilled in from the few centimeters gap in the car window, cut through the cigarette butt he raised, and shot into the tissue box on the center console with a snap.
The two FBI agents lowered their bodies almost at the same time, but their eyes were trying their best to scan the surroundings.
The expected follow-up attack did not occur, and the surroundings were completely silent.
The two men huddled together and looked at each other.
Or the driver reached out, used his fingers to pick up the tissue box that had been thrown to the driver's seat, and pulled out half of the... darts that were sticking out
The two looked at the strangely shaped dart for a moment, and suddenly their expressions changed, and they exclaimed in unison: "Batman?"
The dart in the driver's hand was completely black, with sharply curved edges on both sides like bat wings, and a slight bulge in the middle where the handshake should be held. The overall look was a slightly exaggerated bat shape.
As soon as he shouted, the driver brought the dart close to his eyes and looked at it.
The surveillance lights in the car could not be turned on, so he could only look at the dart with the little light coming from outside.
Suddenly, his expression changed and he tore off a small piece of paper stuck on the flat side of the dart.
He quickly took out a small flashlight, lowered the note between his legs, turned on the flashlight and looked at it.
My partner has already whispered, "What is it?"
Driver: "One address, just three blocks away."
Partner: “What does this mean?”
The driver thought for a moment and said, "Let's report this to the boss first. If it doesn't work, we can go there by ourselves."
After a moment, the driver hung up the phone with a helpless look on his face.
Their superior ordered them to stay where they were, and the backup team was to go and check the address to prevent the enemy from luring the enemy away.
The two could only continue to stare boredly at the intersection where cars occasionally passed by.
My partner's cigarette was half-smoked when it was broken in half by a dart. He had already rolled up the car window.
The dart just now scared him so much that he almost peed his pants, so he thought it would be safer to close the car windows.
As a result, just a few minutes after the car windows were closed, a black shadow flew over again in the darkness and slammed into the hood in front of the two men.
The two men screamed in fear and shrank back again.
After a moment, the two of them slowly leaned their heads out and looked at the thing stuck on the hood.
The second batarang!
The driver gritted his teeth and said, "I just sent the car to be repainted two days ago! This damn..."
Having said that, he held back.
He still has great respect for Batman.
The two looked at each other and covered each other as they got out of the car. The driver took another note off the bat dart with ease and immediately shone the flashlight on it.
It was another address, only farther away, five blocks away.
The two of them had a bad feeling and called their boss again.
This time the boss was silent for a moment before he said, "Okay, I'll ask the nearby team to check it out. You guys stay where you are. This may be a trick to lure you away. Maybe this is the direction the criminals want to open a gap in. Don't be careless."
After they hung up the phone, the partner burst into a foul language: "Bullshxt! How could Batman help the gangsters to deal with us?"
The driver shook his head: "But this thing may not have been thrown by Batman!" As he said this, he was looking at the center console.
There were two evidence bags, containing the two bat darts they had just received.
He suddenly said, "Open your window five centimeters."
The partner was surprised: "What's wrong?"
Driver: "Well, I think the smell of the cigarette you just smoked has not yet dissipated. It's a bit disgusting."
The partner grumbled in dissatisfaction, but did as he was told.
Suddenly, the boss called and asked, "Are you still here?"
"Yes," the driver replied.
Boss: "Without my order, try not to move. If anything happens, notify me immediately."
After hanging up the phone, the partner was puzzled: "What the hell is going on? Why are you asking us to stay here..."
whoosh!
A black shadow spun and flew in through the gap in his car window.
But this time someone had gained experience and controlled the strength much better. After the black shadow flew in, its momentum was greatly reduced. It lightly bumped into the center console and fell onto the two bat darts.
The third batarang appears!
This time, the driver had already skillfully removed the small note with his gloved hands, dialed the phone and passed the address on to his boss.
He vaguely understood that tonight he and his partner were just messengers, middlemen responsible for delivering Batman's message to his superiors.
The boss' voice was already excited this time, and he didn't have time to say anything more: "Very good, you continue to wait there for news."
In his excitement, the boss actually leaked some of the truth: the addresses on the small pieces of paper were indeed news to him.
After hanging up the phone, the partner suddenly said, "Just now you asked me to open the window and lower my body, just to make it easier for Batman to shoot darts in?"
The driver lay back down nonchalantly. "What else? Should I let him stick the dart into my hood again? Or the door? Repairing a car is very troublesome. This will make things easier for everyone."
The partner was speechless and could only take out a cigarette silently: "Then I'll smoke another one, do you have any objection?"
The driver shrugged. “Whatever. Coffee?”
"… You bitch!" The partner cursed angrily: "Give me a cup of coffee made by your wife."
The driver said calmly, "Excuse me, I made the coffee myself while I was picking my feet. Do you want more?"
"Get lost!" The partner vomited and finally retreated.
These two people didn't know that they were the two most idle people tonight.
Their superiors, who were beaming with joy, were already on the phone, frantically mobilizing manpower: "I don't care, you have to send me another twenty people. I have already arrested more than fifty guys, at least three of whom are wanted criminals by the bureau, and the identities of the rest are still being verified. If you don't want to let the big fish get away, you'd better send me more people..."
Luke was also very busy.
In the past few days, he deployed scheduled cruise drones in the vicinity, as well as a large number of surveillance cameras on the tops of high-rise buildings, combined with the information he obtained from the gang, allowing him to lock on to several suspicious locations.
According to the pre-planned route, they checked one by one. As long as there was a group of unidentified people with guns gathering illegally, they might be the target.
After knocking out a gang of criminals in a den, he would come back with a dart message and ask professionals to clean up the mess.
After this series of cleansing, five out of the sixteen locations belonged to friendly forces, including but not limited to the FBI, DEA, CIA, and the Department of Homeland Security.
The remaining eleven locations are home to a large number of criminals who come from all over the world to earn a bounty of 100 million US dollars.