Chapter 452 A terrible ending, Su Ming logs in to the main account

Although Liu Yang grabbed the steering wheel in time,

But because the steering wheel turned to the left the fastest in the subconscious situation, Liu Yang had to push the steering wheel to the left.

Although he avoided the rocket head-on, the right side was hit, making the passenger seat where Liu Yang sat the most seriously impacted, and even the right front wheel had fallen off.

At the same time.

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

Seeing this situation.

Witt was sweating profusely in an instant, and he shouted subconsciously.

"Shit!"

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

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

Hearing Witt's words.

Bai Yu, Lan Jing and Guo Ping, who were sitting in the back row, also noticed... Liu Yang, whose abdomen was pierced by an iron rod, looked extremely anxious.

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

"Director Liu."

"Hold it for a while, we must pull this rod out now."

"Although it will be dangerous to pull it out, it is also very dangerous to leave it in the car. Those police officers can't suppress so many members of the poker organization..."

Before Bai Yu finished speaking.

Liu Yang coughed weakly again, picked up the submachine gun that Witt had placed beside him, put the muzzle against the dashboard of the police car, and pulled the trigger at the abandoned factory with his only strength, saying hoarsely.

"Go... Go."

"You... You guys go quickly, don't... Don't worry about me."

"Run... Run to the back of another... another police car, hurry... hurry up."

As he spoke.

Liu Yang was still pulling the trigger in his hand. Although his vision was getting more and more blurred, and the muzzle of the gun could not be aimed at the second floor of the abandoned factory, he was still trying his best.

Seeing that the four people in the car did not move.

Liu Yang seemed to squeeze out all the strength in his body, turned his head and roared at everyone.

"Go... Go!!!"

At this moment.

Lan Jing showed her calmness as a psychologist, immediately unbuckled her seat belt, and pushed open the left rear door and said.

"Let's get out of here first."

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

"And the most important thing is... Director Liu is seriously injured at the moment. There is still a chance that the iron rod will remain in his body. If it is pulled out, there will be no chance at all."

"Holding on until Director Lin and Captain Xu support us 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 crouched down first and ran towards the police car in front.

Officer Witte followed closely behind.

Guo Ping, with a face full of self-blame, dragged Bai Yu, whose eyes were still dull and still stayed on Liu Yang, and ran towards the position of another police car.

Staying in this 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 the support of Lin Tian and others is undoubtedly the wisest choice.

He stared at the damaged police car for a few seconds.

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

"Brother Ming, Director Lin."

"Director Liu is... almost dying, you guys come... come to support quickly."

......

At this moment.

On the ramp of the Verrazano Bridge.

Su Ming looked at No. 8, who had turned into stumps and minced meat, and was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but clench his fists.

This operation was considered a failure.

Su Ming was basically sure... The killer responsible for protection behind No. 8 was definitely not sent by K, but the last resort buried by the king or the founder of the poker organization.

Very likely.

Now, beside every member of the poker organization, there is such 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 somewhat physically uncomfortable scene, Su Ming couldn't help but frowned. Even if he wanted to find clues, he probably wouldn't have much chance.

No. 8, who came out of his own company, would probably not leave clues in the car.

Thinking of this.

Su Ming exhaled heavily and put on the micro headset that he had taken off before in order to concentrate on dealing with the killer.

But as soon as he put it on.

Bai Yu's trembling and rapid cry for help was already reflected in his ears.

"Director Liu is going to... I'm almost dying, you guys come... Come to support quickly."

Hearing this.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, and his mind quickly emerged... Listening to the beer belly, Liu Yang, who is good at officialdom, likes to agree, but came to the United States without hesitation.

The next second.

Su Ming didn't hesitate at all, and hurriedly ran towards the blocked vehicles behind him, without even looking at the killer who was shot in the head by him.

He came to a blocked vehicle, pointed his gun at the terrified driver, and shouted angrily.

"Get out of the car!"

"Get out of the car immediately!"

Looking at Su Ming's angry expression and the black muzzle of the gun, the owner immediately raised his hand tremblingly, opened the door and prepared to get out.

Just after the owner opened the driver's door, Su Ming, who was anxious and angry, dragged him out of the car, left a word and stepped on the accelerator at full speed and rushed towards the abandoned factory.

"Three hours later."

"Go to the New York Police Department to get your car."

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

"Hurry up, faster."

"Damn it, damn it!!!"

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

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 he was on the verge of death, he was not so anxious and angry, and the self-blame hidden in his heart.

......

At this time.

In the police car that has lost the ability to move.

Liu Yang felt that his vision was getting blurrier, his eyelids were getting heavier, his head was getting heavier, and the magazine of the submachine gun in his hand had been used up.

No matter how hard he pulled the trigger, no gunshots came out.

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

Although the shouting in the headset continued, Liu Yang could no longer hear clearly, let alone answer. Looking at the blue sky in the distance, a look of disappointment appeared on his face, and he murmured.

"Xiao Bai."

"Actually, I lied to you before. The ending of the Mekong River 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, instead of that terrible ending..."

Before he finished speaking.

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