Chapter 1062: Raid on the Street
Not long after Jack hung up the phone, Danny Regan got out of a police car and waved to everyone.
This guy has recently been "coaxed and corrupted" by some people, and his family's financial situation has improved a lot. Linda finally replaced his old work suits and leather shoes with new ones, but she still wears them. His woolen hat.
The newly established security company of Shangri-La Group provided Danny with a part-time job as a consultant. In addition to an annual salary comparable to what he earned in the NYPD, there was also a small dividend every year.
Jack had several conversations with his father, Chief Reagan, about this matter. Even though he threatened to withdraw Shangri-La's pledge of at least $500,000 in annual donations to the NYPD, the stubborn Irishman still did not relent.
In the end, it was his parents-in-law, Danny's wife Linda and daughter Irene, who came forward to persuade him, and Director Reagan finally reluctantly nodded.
Danny has a reckless personality. Although he is rough and subtle, and is a good police detective, he is too sharp-edged and is not suitable for officialdom.
Although the Reagan family has had two directors, even Danny himself has never thought of inheriting his father's business. After all, the NYPD was not run by his family.
Frank Reagan will eventually retire one day, and he will always leave a way out for his eldest son. In fact, it was not Linda and Irene who really convinced him, but Jack who slightly revealed some information about the Shangri-La Group and the A relationship with a new senator.
In a few decades, the Regan family may have a third NYPD chief. That person may not be Danny Regan, but it may be James Regan, who is still a street patrol officer today. .
Danny obviously didn't know the FBI's plan, and was a little surprised to see everyone in the wanted group. Although he knew that this was a joint operation between the NYPD and the FBI, he didn't know much about the relationship between the International Department and Jack and others.
"Since you are responsible for the escort, isn't it unnecessary for the old man to dispatch the ESU?"
This guy was such a flatterer that all the FBI couldn't help but smile.
"We were also arrested to help. This is still your job before getting on the plane." Jack said and observed the configuration of the NYPD.
The formation deployed by Director Regan this time is not small. In addition to the six police cars with three ESU armored vehicles in the middle of the convoy, and eight motorcycles responsible for clearing the road along the way, there is also a police car hovering in the sky. Police helicopter.
While everyone was chatting, the ESU armored vehicle slowly drove out of the prison. Jack, who was sharp-eyed, saw the two visitors from the North Korea and the director of the International Department, Jon Michaels, getting into a Saban with diplomatic license plates. Follow the convoy.
Danny hurriedly ran to the police car he drove, and everyone in the group also got into the car. Clay drove the Suburban in front, and Jack drove the Yukon behind.
There are only a few roads out of Manhattan. The team chose the Brooklyn Bridge route according to the original plan. The first half of the journey was silent, but when they were approaching the bridge, they suddenly appeared at an intersection. Congestion.
"Danny, what's the problem?" The two wanted criminal team cars couldn't see the road because they were following behind. Jubal, who was in Clay's passenger seat, directly picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Danny, who was leading the way.
The latter's voice on the walkie-talkie was a little distorted, but the confusion in his tone could still be heard, "I don't know, more than a dozen protesters suddenly appeared at the intersection, holding banners and slogans. Looks like a Korean.”
Jack's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he heard the call on the channel. XX (I'm not allowed to write this, I understand it myself) The two countries have not officially restored diplomatic relations at the moment. Extradition is a secret diplomatic operation. Where did these protesters come from?
Could it be that South Korea deliberately leaked it? They may have a motive, but who gave them the courage?
Thinking again of the familiar faces among the two visitors from the Northern Dynasty, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart. Jack grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button. "Danny, something is wrong. Tell the armored vehicle to reverse and let us open the way."
"Are you sure? Our people have dispersed them, and there seems to be no questions asked"
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Before Danny finished speaking, there was suddenly no sound on the channel. The next moment, a huge explosion sounded in front, followed by intensive gunfire.
Move the minute hand of the clock back a few turns.
The long motorcade with NYPD motorcycles clearing the way is flowing smoothly on the crowded streets of Manhattan. Whenever it approaches an intersection, the mounted police will stop the traffic on both sides and wait until the motorcade passes before releasing it. .
But when the convoy came to the last intersection before approaching the Brooklyn Bridge, it had to stop because a group of guys with Asian faces appeared out of nowhere, holding various incomprehensible signs. The slogan ran to the middle of the road and shouted loudly in Korean.
"Damn it, get out of here." The two groups of mounted policemen accompanying the convoy quickly turned the accelerator and stepped forward to drive these guys away.
Fortunately, there were not many people on the other side. After a few mounted police officers got out of the car and handcuffed the two loudest ones, the others immediately threw down their banners and dispersed.
However, the matter was not over yet. While the mounted police were busy dealing with these protesters, a homeless man wearing a dirty blanket and pushing a supermarket trolley staggered onto the sidewalk and walked towards the police car that was opening the way. .
The passenger of this police car was Danny. At this time, he had just retracted his head from the window. He still held the walkie-talkie in his hand and reported the situation to the rear, "Our people have dispersed them."
While speaking, he stretched his hand out of the window and waved, signaling the mounted policeman next to him to take the homeless man away quickly, but the next scene made his hair stand on end.
The homeless man who seemed to have limited mobility pushed the cart forward and ran away. The cart, also covered in rags, hit the front of the police car with a soft sound.
Danny's brain hadn't fully realized what had happened, but this scene instantly awakened the instincts he had developed while serving overseas.
The moment he lowered his head subconsciously, the trolley exploded, and the fragments and broken glass instantly took away the lives of the mounted policeman and the police officer driving beside the vehicle.
At the same time, the homeless man who bent over and fled to the roadside lifted off the dirty blanket on his body, revealing an Uzi submachine gun underneath, and started shooting wildly at several mounted policemen at the intersection.
A long box truck that was originally parked next to the intersection on the left suddenly started to move into first gear and hit the police motorcycle parked at the intersection, and then slammed into the front of Danny's police car.
The police car was knocked sideways and flew several meters away, and the long body of the truck directly blocked the entire intersection.
The side door in the middle of the truck compartment was violently opened, and several smoke grenades were thrown out. Then four or five gunmen wearing gas masks and holding various automatic weapons jumped out of the compartment and aimed at the people behind. Police cars and pedestrians on both sides of the street opened fire wildly.
(End of this chapter)