After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

Although Liu Yang just grabbed the steering wheel in time and turned.

But because subconsciously, the steering wheel turns left the fastest, Liu Yang had no choice but to push the steering wheel to the left.

Although the rocket was avoided from the front, the right side was hit by the bomb, making the passenger seat where Liu Yang was sitting the most severely affected. Even the right front wheel had now fallen off.

Simultaneously.

The various metals originally used to protect the passengers became the most deadly weapons. After rolling several times, they were inserted diagonally into Liu Yang's abdomen.

See this situation.

Werther was sweating profusely in an instant and shouted subconsciously.

"Shit!"

"Sir. Sir, are you okay? Are you okay?"

"I'll help you pull it out now, and we'll run together to find the best doctor..."

Hear what Werther said.

Bai Yu, Lan Jing and Guo Ping, who were sitting in the back row, also noticed that Liu Yang had an iron rod inserted into his abdomen, and his expression suddenly became extremely anxious.

Bai Yu glanced at the second floor of the abandoned factory that was temporarily suppressed by the firepower of other New York police officers. He then quickly unbuckled his seat belt and said anxiously while reaching out to help pull out the iron rod.

"Liu Bureau."

"Please bear with me, this pole must be pulled out now."

"Although it is dangerous to pull it out, it is also very dangerous to stay in the car. Those police officers cannot suppress the members of the poker organization..."

Before Bai Yu could finish speaking.

Liu Yang coughed weakly again, picked up the submachine gun that Werther had placed next to him, put the muzzle of the gun against the dashboard of the police car, used his only strength to pull the trigger at the abandoned factory, and said hoarsely.

"Go...go."

"You...you go quickly, don't...leave me alone."

"Run... get behind another... another police car, hurry... hurry."

While talking.

Liu Yang was still pulling the trigger in his hand. Although his vision was getting blurry and he couldn't aim the gun at the second floor of the abandoned factory, he was still trying his best.

Seeing that the Westerners in the car did not make any movement.

Liu Yang seemed to have squeezed out all the strength in his body, turned to look at the crowd and roared.

"Let's go... let's go!!!"

this moment.

Lan Jing showed her calmness as a psychologist, immediately unbuckled her seat belt, opened the left rear door and spoke.

"Get out of here first."

"K's target is us. If we get out of the car and move away now, they won't be staring at this police car."

"And the most important thing is... Liu Ju's current injury is very serious. There is still a chance that the iron rod remains in the body. If it is pulled out, there will be no chance at all."

"Hold on until the support from the Lin Bureau and Team Xu is our best choice at the moment."

"Get out of the car first, quickly!"

After saying that.

Lan Jing, whose cheek was still scratched by the glass, immediately lowered her body and ran towards the police car in front of her.

Officer Witte also followed closely behind.

Guo Ping, whose face was full of self-blame, dragged Bai Yu, whose eyes were still fixed on Liu Yang, and ran towards the other police car.

Continuing to stay in this kind of police car that can no longer drive will only cause more sacrifices and completely destroy Liu Yang's last glimmer of hope.

Leaving temporarily and waiting for support from Lin Tian and others is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

He stared blankly at the damaged police car.

Bai Yu gritted his teeth and turned his head suddenly, running towards the other police car with all his strength, pressing the headset in his hand, and said anxiously with trembling.

"Brother Ming, Bureau Lin."

"Director Liu is about to...he is about to die. Come quickly...come to support quickly."

......

now.

On the ramp to the Verrazano Bridge.

Su Ming looked at No. 8 who had turned into stumps and pieces of flesh. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but clenched his fists hard.

This operation was considered a failure.

Su Ming was basically certain that... the killer behind No. 8 who was responsible for protecting him was definitely not someone sent by K, but was the last resort planted by the king or the founder of the poker organization.

Probably.

Now every member of the poker organization is surrounded by a killer who is responsible for cleaning up the mess and preventing the poker organization from being exposed.

He stepped forward and took a look at the driver's seat of the exploded commercial vehicle.

Looking at the physically uncomfortable scene, Su Ming couldn't help but frown. There was probably no chance of finding clues.

No. 8, who came from his own company, would most likely not put clues in the car.

Think of this.

Su Ming exhaled heavily and put on the miniature headset he had taken off earlier so that he could concentrate on dealing with the killer.

But just bring it on.

Bai Yu's trembling and urgent cry for help came to his ears.

"Director Liu is about to...he is about to die. Come quickly...come to support quickly."

Hear this.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, and a picture of Liu Yang, who had a beer belly and was good at officialdom, liked to agree, but did not hesitate to come to the United States, quickly emerged in his mind.

next second.

Su Ming didn't hesitate at all and quickly ran towards the traffic jam behind him without even looking at the killer whose head he shot.

Arriving in front of a blocked vehicle, he pointed his pistol at the frightened driver and roared angrily.

"get off!"

"Get out of the car immediately!"

Seeing the angry Su Ming and the black muzzle of the gun, the car owner immediately raised his hands tremblingly, opened the door and prepared to get out.

Just after the car owner opened the driver's door, Su Ming, who was anxious and angry, pulled him out of the car. After leaving a few words, he stepped on the accelerator at full speed and sped towards the abandoned factory.

"In three hours."

"Go get your car from the NYPD."

Su Ming, who stepped on the accelerator completely, thought of Liu Yang again in his mind, punched the steering wheel hard and roared.

"Hurry up, faster."

"Made, damn it, damn it!!!"

This is the second time Su Ming has lost his composure.

The first time was when Gao Chao was hit by an off-road vehicle and his life or death was unknown.

And the second time is now... Even when he just faced the killer, even when his life was hanging by a thread, he didn't feel so anxious and angry, nor did he feel the self-blame deep in his heart.

......

at this time.

In an incapacitated police car.

Liu Yang felt that his vision was getting blurry, his eyelids were getting heavier, his mind was getting heavier, and the submachine gun magazine in his hand had been exhausted.

No matter how hard he pulled the trigger, no gunshot was fired.

After coughing twice again and spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Liu Yang seemed to have heard the sirens coming from other vehicles in the distance.

Although the shouts in the headset continued, Liu Yang could no longer hear clearly, let alone answer. He looked at the blue sky in the distance, with a look of sadness on his face, and murmured.

"Xiaobai."

"Actually, I told you lies before. The ending of the Mekong operation was not good at all. It was terrible. In my eyes, it was really terrible."

"If possible, I would rather die in their place, to replace that terrible knot..."

Not finished yet.

Liu Yang's finger on the submachine gun's trigger slipped quietly...