North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke's eyes narrowed, what's going on?

Has it been discovered?

Impossible, he has never done anything rash, and he is still very confident in his tracking skills.

He quickly realized that this was probably just Johnny Dyson's anti-tracking method to test whether there was anyone following him behind.

Locke quickly put aside his doubts. He was already planning to kill someone, and it didn't matter whether he found out or not.

Watching Johnny Dyson running further and further into the traffic, he felt murderous intent surging in his heart.

Run, let’s see how far you can run. Not to mention the positioning of the bullet avoidance card, with his superb driving skills, if Johnny Dyson can get rid of him, he will no longer call himself the Los Angeles Car God.

Locke stared at the Chevrolet Blazer that was constantly changing speeds in the traffic in front, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of killing.

For the first time, he was filled with murderous intent towards a person.

Damn, I actually wanted to blast him in half in front of his family. This was such a cruel thing to the family members watching the ceremony.

Locke put his foot on the accelerator again. Just when he was about to speed up and catch up, he spotted a black Ford Taurus suddenly appearing in the rearview mirror. The car was also accelerating to change lanes. In an instant, the Taurus passed from him. Passing by.

fuck!

Through the sudden glance in the rearview mirror, Locke saw clearly the two people in the front row of the Taurus, a man and a woman, a black driver, and a white woman sitting in the passenger seat, both staring ahead with stern expressions.

Locke instantly guessed their identities. Although they were not wearing suits or sunglasses, judging from their expressions and behavior, they were 100% from the FBI.

Black Braised Egg sends out such a thing, no wonder the "doctor" has never been caught, and he acts as soon as he is tested.

Locke is now also full of anger towards Hei Lu Dan. He knows that Hei Lu Dan wants to catch the "doctor" through Johnny Dyson after plastic surgery, so even though he knows what Johnny Dyson looks like after plastic surgery, he does not know what Johnny Dyson looks like after plastic surgery. No action was taken, trying to use Johnny Dyson to fish out the "Doctor" again.

So, did the people under FBI surveillance know about Johnny Dyson's assassination of him and Anna Davis this time?

These suspicions flashed through Locke's mind. He stared coldly at the Ford Taurus in front of him. If the FBI couldn't give him an explanation this time, he would get it himself.

At this time, Anna Davis's voice came out from the cell phone in the passenger seat, "Locke, what's the situation now? The north end of Burlington Street has been blocked. We are still 5 kilometers away from you. Don't act rashly and wait for support..."

"Copy that, the Chevrolet Trailblazer is still in my sights..."

Locke's heart tightened. If the road ahead was blocked, it might cause a traffic jam. If he was blocked, he wouldn't be able to catch up with the Chevrolet Trailblazer.

He must kill Johnny Dyson before support arrives.

Locke deliberately concealed his discovery of the FBI tracking because he planned to see if there would be a chance to collect some interest from the FBI first.

If these two men had clearly discovered that Johnny Dyson was aiming the Barrett M82 at the Wilshire Police Department, but pretended not to see it, then they would have had no choice but to die.

Soon the Raptor overtook the Ford Taurus under the suspicious gaze, and chased after the Chevrolet Trailblazer in front of it.

500 meters...

200 meters...

80 meters...

50 meters...

As he was about to catch up, Locke's eyes suddenly froze because he had already seen the blockade set up by the lapd 1000 meters ahead.

Seven or eight police cars with their lights flashing completely blocked the road, and heavily armed police officers hid behind the car doors, waiting.

Locke was suddenly conflicted. In this situation, Johnny Dyson had no chance of escaping. If he chased him and shot to kill someone, Anna Davis might not be able to save him.

Uh, no, the Chevrolet Trailblazer isn't slowing down.

Damn it, it looks like this guy is preparing to hit the card.

still have a chance!

Locke bit the Chevrolet Trailblazer tightly without slowing down, and said loudly: "Captain, the Chevrolet Trailblazer is ready to charge the card, please remind to avoid, apply for shootfire, apply for shootfire..."

Suddenly, Locke saw an armed man wearing a hood emerging from the sunroof of the Chevrolet Trailblazer. The guy was holding an m136at4 rocket launcher. He subconsciously relaxed the accelerator.

"Damn, whatisthefucking..."

Anna Davis asked anxiously: "What happened? Locke..."

The intercepting lapds also discovered the Blazers preparing to hit the truck and the rocket launcher on the roof of the car. Bullets rained down on the car, but the Blazers were stable and so were the people on the roof.

"Shh!!!"

A burst of flames spurted out, and a rocket shot out, flying towards the police car blocking the road ahead.

Locke was lost for a moment, then calmed down again, and in the blink of an eye, the guy took out an m136at4 rocket launcher from the car and turned to face him.

Locke's adrenaline surged instantly. He stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the Chevrolet Trailblazer. The guy's body suddenly tilted and he threw out the rocket in his hand.

"boom!!!"

The moment the Raptor hit the Chevrolet Trailblazer, a louder sound came from the front.

"boom!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Locke saw two police cars blown up, flying seven or eight meters high, exactly like the scene in the movie.

A gap was opened in the originally tightly blocked vehicle blockade. The LAPD, which had been fully armed and waiting, was also washed away by the shock wave of the explosion. The remains of police corpses appeared on the ground.

The whole world seemed to have lost its voice at this moment, and the ruins of Ukraine were replicated on the streets of Los Angeles at this moment.

Locke's Raptor still clung to the Chevrolet Trailblazer, running over the spike strips, the fragments of the police car, and the limbs of the police officers...

"They have bazookas!!!"

After rushing through the gap, Locke seemed to have regained consciousness and shouted: "A police officer is injured, call an ambulance..."

Anna Davis's trembling voice came from the phone, "Jesus, I saw it, Locke, stop chasing, stop chasing, leave it to Swat..."

Locke subconsciously wanted to obey the order. The explosion scene just now was too terrifying. It was really not something he could handle. No matter how awesome he was, he couldn't resist the rocket launcher.

It is conceivable that Johnny Dyson's associates must be the remnants of the Copernicus organization. This is the true strength of the elite veterans of the US military.

And it's obvious that Johnny Dyson's Chevrolet Trailblazer must have been modified, with bulletproof glass and run-flat tires.

The Trailblazer was not affected at all when it ran over the spiked strip, but Locke's Raptor was already warning BFGoodrich that the tire pressure was low, and the correction was not complete!

Just when Locke was hesitant to continue following, the man on the roof of the Trailblazer had already stabilized his body, and this time he took out a scar from the car and pointed it at Locke.

Locke's heart suddenly tightened and he subconsciously turned the steering wheel to the left to avoid it. The windshield kept banging and white craters appeared.

Looking at the warheads in the windshield on the right, a cold sweat broke out on Locke's back. Fortunately, he dodged, otherwise these warheads would have hit the main driver's side.

Thank you to my brother-in-law for not cutting corners. Otherwise, the bullet would have penetrated the windshield and the consequences would have been disastrous.

Fuck you, I really think I’m hellokitty!

Since the windshield was bulletproof, Locke felt confident, so he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and charged at the Trail Blazer again.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The windshield kept ringing again, and it was about to collapse. The Raptor hit the Chevrolet Trailblazer again, and the gunman on the roof was knocked crooked again and could no longer continue shooting.

At this moment, Locke brought his L4 driving skills to the extreme. With one foot on the brake and one foot on the accelerator, the Raptor made a big tail flick and drifted forward laterally, with the side of the car facing the Trail Blazer.

Locke raised the Beretta 92f and pointed it at the gunman on the roof of the Chevrolet Trailblazer. Bullets poured out from the windows that had been lowered.