However, these thoughts just passed away in a flash, Harrison kept ordering and directed the convoy to move.
Today, he is playing a big game of chess.
After this battle, the escort convoy had already completed half of the journey.
And in the next journey, most of them are flat and open areas, and there will be fewer and fewer shelters.
In those places, the gangsters had to mobilize on a large scale if they wanted to succeed, and no two or three hundred people could stop the convoy in flat areas.
But if a team of this size is dispatched, there will definitely be a lot of movement.
PD's helicopter is now following high in the sky, and under the clear afternoon sun, it can observe far away without lowering its altitude.
The position of the helicopter is quite high, and I dare not stay in a certain position for too long. The lesson from the previous "machine" happened only in the morning. It does not want to be the second PD helicopter to crash within a day.
Luke found no abnormalities this time.
The convoy moved forward again for a certain distance, leaving the residential area with a large population and entering the more desolate factory area.
If there is a wave of big action to come, this is the most suitable opportunity.
Otherwise, after leaving the city, there will be a large desert area, and it is difficult to find even a place for Tibetans, and the helicopter will detect the slightest movement.
Suddenly, there was a bang.
Luke frowned, looked at the position of the convoy, and drove the car over.
In the intercom system, some team members are already reporting the situation: "The vehicle escorting the suspect was hit by an X-bomb and turned over, but we didn't find the attacker. Repeat, we didn't find the attacker."
So did Luke.
He didn't spot the attackers, and he didn't even smell an X-bomb.
But the SUV pulling Alex was indeed blown over.
Some type of soil x bomb? Or... extraordinary ability? He started cruising around the convoy, but found nothing.
No one was around, not even after the suspect was transferred to another SUV.
Everyone continued to move forward, and the overturned suv could only stay where it was, it could no longer start.
Suddenly, Luke's expression changed, and he heard the sound of vehicles moving in all directions.
fuxk! He cursed in his heart, turned the steering wheel, and reversed the car into a dilapidated building on the side of the street.
The next moment, amidst the rumbling sound, cars rushed out from everywhere.
These cars are all coming from the opposite side of Luke, and they are all very fast.
It was exactly the same as the operation of the truck convoy just now.
The helicopter in the air was already crazily reminding: "Here are vultures! There are many, at least more than fifty cars, and they are surrounded from the east."
Luke hid silently in the dilapidated building, watching the cars rushing past from east to west.
It's not that he's afraid, it's that there's no need for it.
There are a lot of these guys, and it doesn't matter if he knocks over a few cars.
Rather than being besieged by these guys, he prefers to be the main target, follow these guys in the opposite direction and launch an attack.
But after watching the passing vehicles outside, Luke turned on the intercom with a strange expression on his face: "This is Saker! Brother Hong, the people in these vehicles... don't seem to be armed, and they don't look like gangsters. You'd better Make a clear distinction before firing.”
Harrison over there was also stunned when he heard this: "No weapons?"
Luke: "The seven or eight cars I saw were all young people in their twenties, and they didn't see any weapons. They... seemed to be going to a carnival."
Harrison immediately questioned the observers on the helicopter.
The observer also carefully distinguished, and after a while he was also surprised: "No weapons! Repeat the vulture! We didn't see weapons."
At this moment, the two sides finally met.
In fact, a large number of cars from the other side surrounded the escort convoy, forcing the convoy to slow down and stop.
And these people got off the car laughing and standing around the police car, and then strong music sounded.
These young people cheered and stood in formation, and then... danced, danced, and danced!
"TF!" The people escorting the convoy all cursed in unison.
Did you guys get something wrong? Now you should be chug-chug with your weapons, why do you dance, how dare you dance
This is not an Indian movie!
Escort convoy also sat wax.
Shoot? Crazy to do that.
In front of them were all unarmed young people, including many middle school students aged fifteen or sixteen.
Is it illegal for people to dance? Of course not breaking the law.
Although the size of the two hundred people is a bit exaggerated, no one said that one or two hundred people can't dance together.
Harrison also saw the situation here, and said in silence for a moment: "Go and ask the patrolmen what they are doing, and ask them not to obstruct their official duties."
The four motorcycle patrols were the most unlucky.
Others were still in the car, but they were caught in "the vast ocean of the people".
Neither dared to do anything, nor could they leave. The people around them surrounded them tightly.
Some youngsters even put on difficult dance performances on their police motorcycles.
Selena stared dumbfounded outside: "Can you still play like this? What kind of operation is this?"
Luke frowned.
He didn't understand what these young people wanted to do, they didn't really come here for dancing, did they
After a while, the four questioning motorcycle patrolmen smiled wryly, and one of them pressed the walkie-talkie: "Brother Hong, they said they were hired to shoot the MV, and they also said it was the MV of a new song by the famous singer Sheila."
Luke and Selena looked at each other: This is nonsense, right
He took out the counterfeit mobile phone and sent Sheila a message.
After a while, Sheila's message came back.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief: "It's none of Sheila's business. She's been busy preparing for a concert tour recently, and has no plans to release new songs at all."
Selena looked at the children who were still beating lively: "That is to say, someone did this on purpose?"
Luke nodded.
However, most of his attention was on his surroundings.
There was no smell of weapons or dangerous goods on these young people. They were just tools to distract the police.
Luke was most worried that the bandits would attack at this opportunity, and there were a lot of young people beside the escort convoy.
Fortunately, such a frenzied attack did not happen.
The motorcycle patrolman made unremitting efforts, finally turned off the music, and explained that his party was a real PD team, not a temporary prop invited by the MV.
After a group of young people looked at each other in blank dismay, they also gave way to the road.
But when Harrison asked the patrol to ask them who the organizer of the event was, the young men looked around and said they couldn't find a girl named Peggy.
This Peggy is the initiator of this event. She is the cheerleader of a certain middle school. She notified everyone of this event yesterday.
Moreover, every child who participated in this activity was paid fifty dollars first.
Able to play and paid, these children quickly formed a large group.
According to them, the other party used the MV as an excuse to let them surround a group of prop police cars and perform singing and dancing.