North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

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The bullet entered the gunman's two exposed eye sockets. Soon, the black hood looked like it contained a crushed tomato, and blood and bone-crushing eyeballs flowed out.

The gunman's body tilted and collapsed directly on the roof of the car, but his waist was hung up and he was not thrown out of the car.

Locke didn't stop. With such a good shooting angle, he didn't just kill the people on the roof of the car. He also moved the Beretta 92f down and emptied the magazine directly against the driver's seat of the rear windshield.

After ejecting the magazine, he quickly loaded a new one and cursed when he saw that the Chevrolet Trailblazer was still speeding forward without any chaos.

Damn, didn’t you hit even a single shot?

Without the threat of the gunman on the roof, Locke immediately decided to catch up and kill Johnny Dyson.

If killing Johnny Dyson was a bit difficult to finish before, now there is no concern at all. The rocket caused several casualties of lapds. Only Johnny Dyson's death can offset the anger of lapds.

Locke put the gear in gear and stepped on the accelerator, completely ignoring the tire pressure warning. However, because the tire pressure was too low, even if he pressed the accelerator to the bottom, he could not pick up the speed.

Seeing that he was getting further and further away from the Chevrolet Trailblazer, Locke was anxious. Just when he thought Johnny Dyson might escape, two patrol cars with ramming bars appeared in front of him and hit the Chevrolet Trailblazer directly. passed.

With two "bumps", the Chevrolet Trailblazer was hit and stopped. The door was pushed open. Johnny Dyson rushed out of the car with a scar and fired at the two patrol cars.

"Damn!!!"

Locke watched the tragedy happen, but was helpless. The distance between him and Johnny Dyson was far beyond the effective range of the Beretta 92f.

He could only step on the accelerator and rush towards Johnny Dyson.

Johnny Dyson turned around with a defiant look on his face. He raised the gun in his hand, as if he was ready to kneel down and surrender.

But when he saw that Locke was driving in the Raptor, his eyes were filled with hatred, and he put down his gun and shot at Locke wildly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

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Each shot hit the windshield in front of Locke, and soon the windshield was covered with white bullet impact patterns.

Bullets were fired head-on, and Locke's heart twitched every time they hit the windshield, but he still didn't slow down.

He felt that he had never been so brave.

Because his brother-in-law gave him courage.

He recognized Victor Mendes as his brother-in-law, even if Sarah Mendes objected!

After Johnny Dyson emptied the magazine and saw that Locke was still not killed, he could only throw away the scar angrily, then put his head in his hands, stared fiercely at the raptor charging towards him, and then knelt down with a proud look on his face.

Although the windshield was completely white, Locke saw all this through the gap and sneered in his heart.

Damn it, if you think this is the case, I won’t dare to kill you.

I still want to go to jail and dream!

Locke unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door, and jumped out of the speeding car.

The unmanned Raptor quickly hit Johnny Dyson who was kneeling on the ground. Johnny Dyson looked horrified and wanted to get up and escape.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled and failed to stand up. In the critical situation, he could only leap to the side, trying to avoid a head-on collision.

Just as he landed, the out-of-control Raptor rushed over and ran directly over his thigh. With a "bang", it hit the Chevrolet Trailblazer and stopped.

"Ouch..., fuck, my legs..."

Being crushed by the 3-ton raptor, Johnny Dyson let out a painful howl from his mouth.

Locke rolled off the speeding car and rolled on the ground several times before he stopped. He put the gun in his hand behind his waist, ignoring the scratches on his body, and ran towards Johnny Dyson immediately, because He had heard the sirens and reinforcements were coming.

Locke put his hand on Johnny Dyson's neck to check for pulse, and asked urgently: "Sir, where are you injured? Hold on, I'll call you an ambulance right away..."

Johnny Dyson's expression was distorted in pain, but when he saw Locke, the pain instantly disappeared, and his enemies were extremely jealous when they saw him.

He grabbed Locke's hand and said viciously: "It's your bastard. It was you who killed Sam. It was you who ruined Copernicus. It's your luck this time. I will definitely kill you, and Anna." .That bitch Davis, I will definitely kill you and your family. As long as I don’t die, I will let you live in a nightmare every day..."

Locke, however, acted as if he had not heard Johnny Dyson's threat, and his voice became more anxious, "Please hold on, the ambulance will be here soon. Don't sleep, open your eyes..."

Johnny Dyson looked confused, "What the hell are you talking about..."

A slender needle suddenly appeared between Locke's fingers that were pressing on Johnny Dyson's neck. He moved his fingers and inserted them into Johnny Dyson's hair, shouting: "Don't sleep, don't sleep, Sir, you have to hold on..."

Johnny Dyson reacted instantly and stared at Locke angrily, his face full of panic, and he wanted to struggle, but suddenly his face began to turn pale, his breathing became rapid, and no sound came out of his mouth.

"Sir, you have to hold on..."

Seeing that Johnny Dyson lost consciousness, Locke hurriedly pressed his chest and performed CPR on him, his face full of anxiety.

He shouted loudly: "Hold on a little longer, the ambulance will be here soon..."

By placing his hand on Johnny Dyson's chest, Locke had discovered that this guy had no heartbeat.

At the same time, the red dot on the bullet avoidance card map disappeared, but the map was still there, with 12 minutes left.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little chilled.

Spike's poisonous needle is so powerful that it can really seal his throat upon seeing blood, but I don't know if it really can't be detected.

With the lesson learned last time, Locke acted in full this time. Seeing that Johnny Dyson had run out of energy, his expression became depressed and weak.

Even if he was a criminal who wanted to kill him, he would try his best to rescue him. He exuded a humanitarian light and was impeccable.

At this time, there was a sharp braking sound behind him. Locke turned his head and saw that it was the FBI's Ford Taurus.

His first reaction was to draw the gun from behind, but he still underestimated the professionalism of the FBI. The two people in the car handed their FBI ID cards out the window before they got out of the car.

"fbi..."

"FBI, don't shoot..."

Locke reluctantly put down the gun, feeling regretful, damn, no chance.

The two FBI agents then opened the door and ran out of the car. They ran towards Johnny Dyson on the ground and asked urgently: "How is he?"

Locke said with regret: "I tried my best..."

The black agent became angry instantly, grabbed Locke's collar and cursed: "Fuck, do you know who he is? Do you know how important he is to the FBI? Why did you hit him! I will file a complaint against you... uh... …”

Seeing Locke's gun pressed against his colleague's forehead, the white female detective quickly pulled out her gun and pointed it at Locke, shouting: "Put down the gun and calm down!"

Locke stabbed the black agent on the head with his gun and said coldly: "Of course I know who he is, but do you know how many lapds died today because of him? Fuck the FBI..."

Although the black agent was pointed at a gun and hit on the head, he was not too afraid. He warned with a gloomy look: "Officer, do you know what you are doing? You are attacking a federal agent. Before that, you were just Complaints were filed and now you face prosecution..."

The white female agent shouted to Locke again, "Officer, put down the gun, don't make the same mistake again and again, I'm warning you again..."

Locke was unmoved, looking at the approaching lapd police car with a cold expression.

Like all movies, support from LapD finally arrived at this time. Dozens of police vehicles of various types surrounded the scene. Swat's explosion-proof armored vehicles also arrived. Locke also saw police cars from the Wilshire Police Department also mixed in. in it.

The helicopter of the lapd air support department also hovered over the scene, and the chase drama was finally coming to an end.