Chapter 61 A rare PIT opportunity

The atmosphere in the car was a bit solemn, and Wesley, who had been chattering in the back seat of the car, lost his voice. Although he and Tim were just acquaintances, he obviously understood the situation after listening to the radio communication. Due to the seriousness of the situation, the three people in the car lost interest in talking for a while.

Jack had a headache. If Tim was infected, this high-level infectious disease would definitely be strictly isolated. He couldn't think of any way to get close to Tim to perform treatment.

Patting his head, Jack gave up his random thoughts. As a member of the protagonist group, Tim should not be so easy to lose. Instead of worrying about it, it is better to deal with the situation in front of him in advance.

However, the investigation work did not go smoothly. There were still a few days before the Christmas holiday, and it was afternoon time. Most of the residents in the residential area were at work. They knocked on the door until about 5 p.m., but the two found nothing.

Jack bought three cups of coffee and handed one cup to Wesley in the back seat of the police car. After less than 10 minutes of rest, John's call came from the intercom.

John, whose protagonist's aura was particularly effective today, asked the homeless man in the neighborhood park about the suspect's car and locked the specific address, a yellow apartment building.

By the time the two arrived, John and Nila Harper had already raided the small apartment. There was no one inside. John found the name of the owner of the room - Brandon Michelle - in a pile of bills.

While they were confirming the identity of the second terrorist to the command center, Jack walked into the living room and looked around. There was a desk placed by the window. The desk was very messy, with a pile of scattered cards.

Isn't this a ready-made clue? He randomly pieced together a few scraps of paper, and it turned out to be a forged TSA (Federal Transportation Security Administration) document pattern, with LAX printed on it, which is the code for LA International Airport.

"Guys, I think we've found the terrorist's target."

The next work was relatively simple. DHS closed the Los Angeles International Airport directly. The FBI coordinated all the idle police forces in the city and deployed them to South LA. They set up cards on the main road leading to the airport to intercept the blue car driven by the suspect. Deck BMW.

"CDC has sent the vaccine to Tim. The rest depends on whether we can intercept the terrorists in time. Although DHS has temporarily closed the LA airport, it is approaching Christmas, and at least tens of thousands of people planning to return are stranded there. Home traveller.”

Superintendent Gray informed everyone of the situation on the public communication channel.

Jack scratched his head and looked at the highway in front of him, which was extremely congested due to the evening rush hour and police card checks. He remembered a joke about bank robbery in his previous life, and picked up the walkie-talkie to ask his question.

"Since these terrorists have such a thorough plan and have taken double insurance for transporting the virus, I don't think they will ignore the traffic flow during the evening rush hour in Los Angeles, right?"

Superintendent Gray quickly responded: "The deployment work is not led by the LAPD. We are only responsible for execution, including me."

John, who had a double kill today, also supports Jack's view: "There are loopholes in just blocking the highway. Even though I have just arrived in LA for half a year, I know that there is a small road behind La Cienega that leads directly to the airport."

There was silence in the communication channel for a while, but soon Superintendent Gray's voice sounded again: "Then it's up to you, command center. This is 7-L-20. Please mark the Wilshire branch police force to divert to La La. Cienega Avenue and reroute the helicopter, watch out for the blue BMW.”

About ten minutes later, good news came from the helicopter in the sky: "Please note that a suspect vehicle was sighted on Centinella Road, heading south toward La Cienega Avenue, California license plate. V5BU9F7."

Angela and Jack looked at each other and saw that it was the blue BMW driven by the suspect.

Soon a siren sounded not far away, and Neela Harper's voice appeared on the public channel: "Command center, 7-A-15 police car is chasing the suspect."

As Jack kicked the floor, red and blue flashing police lights appeared in front of him. That was John and Nila's police car.

Angela picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "Meet 7-A-26, join the chase."

As the speed of the car increased, Lawyer Wesley in the back seat turned pale: "Are you serious about locking me in a police car at this time?"

Angela turned back and smiled: "You are the one who wanted to ask me to spend a good time with me in the evening. Now you regret dating a policeman?"

As she spoke, she took out the handcuff keys and threw them into the back seat: "If there is a firefight later, if you hide in the back of the car immediately, we may not be able to take care of you."

Wesley shivered for a long time before he opened the handcuffs for himself. His face turned pale. Just when he was about to speak, Jack, who had already driven the car to 100 kilometers away, shouted loudly, scaring him back.

"Sit tight, there is the last gas station before we get to the airport. We have to catch up as soon as possible."

At this time, another report from the police helicopter came from the communication channel: "All police forces, please be aware that Air Crew No. 1 has left the chase and the suspect's vehicle has entered the airport no-fly zone."

Jack's current driving skills are at the proficient level, roughly at the same level as John. However, although John can drive a large truck, his perception of the surrounding environment and his neurological reaction ability are far behind him.

What's more, although both of them have received basic PIT training, they have never been used in actual combat. At this time, the benefits of having system skill bonuses are reflected.

Following a high-speed drift around the corner, even though there was one more person in the car, Jack and Angela's police car still passed the police car driven by John. Jack grabbed the walkie-talkie, held it on the steering wheel, and loudly said: "7-A-26 applies for PIT. We are approaching the airport ahead and we don't have much time."

After all, we are not in Arkansas, a country with fierce folk customs. California usually has very strict procedures for the police to implement PIT. PIT is strictly prohibited within the city limits. Patrol policemen like Jack and others who usually wander around the city basically have no PIT suspect vehicles. Opportunity.

"I agree, but don't force it. There is a virus in the other person's car."

Superintendent Gray's voice came over the channel. They had just left a relatively congested road section and were still nearly a kilometer away from the two police cars.

"Wesley, be smart. The back seat is not bulletproof. If there is a firefight, don't run around. The back of the car is the safest."

Jack worriedly warned, not necessarily dragging civilians to participate in dangerous operations, but letting Wesley experience Angela's daily police experience is also a test of their relationship. Angela obviously has her own ideas. He didn't bother to mess around in it.

The police cars continued to accelerate. The Wilshire Precinct is considered to be the most trenchant precinct in the LAPD. In the past few months, their police cars have been replaced by the latest Ford Explorers, which not only continue the police's favorite V6 The engine and the front of the car are all equipped with PIT-specific reinforced bumpers.

I have been busy updating these two days, and I don’t have much time to review the previous articles. If there are any problems, please point them out in time, and I will modify them as soon as possible.