Soon, the three of them approached the bank where the incident occurred. The police intercom channel at Luke's front desk was full of conversations about the case.
"Two robbers stormed out of the bank..."
"They were all armed with automatic weapons. One of the robbers used an AK with a drum magazine. The firepower was extremely fierce..."
"sat couldn't arrive, their car was stuck on the main road two kilometers away..."
"A policeman was shot, a policeman was shot..."
"The bandits started fleeing east..."
"The gangsters have a problem with their car and they are getting out of the car..."
"The two gangsters began to flee separately..."
"A Bandit Knocked Down..."
"There is only one culprit left who is trying to hijack passing vehicles..."
While listening to the intercom system, Luke said, "Harrison, Jim, are you ready?"
Harrison: "Ready, let me out."
Luke: "No, I mean, are you ready to be robbed by robbers?"
Harrison: "hat?"
He looked forward to block the wind, and was suddenly stunned: "You don't want to rush over, do you?"
Luke: "The glass of my car is bulletproof, and it won't be pierced by one or two shots. Are you confident?"
Harrison's brain turned: "Okay."
Luke stopped talking, but slowly slowed down the car.
Just over 20 meters away from the three of them, a gangster was gesturing with a gun in his hand, gesturing for passing vehicles to stop.
But unfortunately, the cars in front were frightened and slammed on the accelerator and ran away.
The gangster didn't want to damage the front windshield of the vehicle, so he fired a few shots from the side and rear, and the cars ran faster.
Finally, he saw a car that seemed to be startled by him, slowing down.
Luke began to count down: "Three! Two!"
The gangster was overjoyed, quickened his pace and ran over, with the gun in his hand upside down, just a few shots.
He shouted in his mouth: "Beep! Stop! Stop! Or I will kill you..."
At this moment, the car drove past him sideways, and 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, open the door! Or I'll kill you!"
As he spoke, he pulled the co-pilot's door with one hand, raised the gun to the sky with the other, and fired two more shots.
"One!" The countdown in Luke's mouth ended at the same time, and he had already pressed the downhill button of the car window in his hand.
"Open the... uh door for labor and management?" The gangster was dumbfounded.
In the open car window, the muzzles of Luke's Glock and Harrison's MP5 were pointed at him, less than one meter away.
At the same time, Jim also opened the left rear door in an instant, put the m4a1 in his hand on the roof, aimed at him, and shouted: "Don't move! If you move, I will kill you."
"Come on, let me see what little toy you are holding." Harrison switched to holding the gun with one hand, stretched out his left hand, and pinched the gun body held by the gangster leisurely, so that the muzzle continued to point upwards.
He tugged hard on his hand, but didn't move: "Huh?"
"Little brother, what's going on with you?" Luke chuckled, pointing Glock's gun at the gangster's head.
The gangster let go of the gun he was gripping mournfully. Harrison finally took it in front of him and glanced at it: "pp91? You are very professional."
Here, Luke has raised his thumb with his free right hand, pointing to the back seat: "Didn't you really want to hitch a ride just now? Come on!"
Jim has quickly walked around the back of the car, quickly handcuffed the guy behind his back, and pushed him into the back seat of the car.
Harrison picked up the walkie-talkie: "I am 70-david (the leader of the 7th team) of sat, the second gangster has been subdued, we will take him there."
Jim switched to the co-pilot, and Luke drove towards the bank.
Jim turned his head to look at the gangster in the back row, and said happily, "Little brother, what's the matter with you?"
The gangster had his hood ripped off by Harrison, his face full of despair: I don't know what the hell is going on!
He really didn't understand why he robbed a car of sats after grabbing a car.
All three of Luke wore black hoods, and Harrison and Jim also had SAT bulletproof vests on them. This is exactly the rhythm of SAT's dispatch.
Within one or two meters, being pointed at by three special police officers with guns, he didn't have the guts to resist at all, even if he had a body armor.
After a while, Luke drove the car to the bank, and a few patrolling police officers came over. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Harrison and Jim, who were covered in black hoods, pull the gangster out of the car.
Just now they were beaten up by these two rampant gangsters, but as soon as sat came out, they called it a day.
"Your sat came really fast today." A police officer couldn't help but praise.
Another police officer looked at Luke's police badge and wondered, "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 over the gangster to the patrolling police officer, Harrison was about to say something when his walkie-talkie rang again: "Captain, are you still there?"
Harrison shrugged helplessly at Luke and connected the walkie-talkie: "Still there, what's the matter? You guys didn't have lunch! The gangster almost slipped away. Are you still on the way, waiting to eat the exhaust gas?"
He was scolded silently for a moment before he said: "Captain, let's not talk about this for now. There is a guy who wants to commit suicide in the residential area on No. 107. Would you like to go over there?"
Harrison was angry: "Then you won't call me after he commits suicide?"
There was a moment of silence on the intercom before he said cautiously: "But, we are really stuck in traffic. The guy who committed suicide is still holding a gun. The patrolling police want us to rush there to deal with it."
Harrison: "Understood, I will rush over immediately."
After hanging up the communication, he looked at Luke: "That..."
"Get in the car, haha, are you all so busy lately?" Luke got in the car and waved.
Jim consciously sat back in the back seat.
Harrison sat in the co-pilot, closed the car door, and sighed: "Ghost knows what's going on in Los Angeles recently. There are a lot of gangs running around on the street, and they say that there is a "ghost butcher" massacring them. The matter between the district attorney and the judge has not yet been settled. The Garcia family bombed a certain stronghold in the East District yesterday, and an FBI agent was killed on the viaduct. This is really... "
Luke chuckled: "You are SAT, not the East District Police Department, and you are not in charge of case detection, so why worry. Anyway, if you have a mission, go there, and if you don't have a mission, just rest."
Harrison thought about it, and couldn't help laughing: "That's right. What those officials and lords think, don't care about us, anyway, I'm not lazy."
Jim in the back seat didn't say a word, but he nodded sympathetically.
The car sped to the new crime scene two blocks away.
The three people got out of the car, and two subordinates who had just arrived on the side of the road greeted them: "Boss, this guy is a bit troublesome."
Harrison's face was not so gentle at this time: "What's the trouble? Is he a sharpshooter or can't be killed by bullets?"