When Jack saw the car parked at the spot where the truck was reversing, he suddenly thought of something and said anxiously: "Damn, this police car may not be a patrol officer passing by by chance. They are tracking the truck. This is a police car." Dirty car!”
"Shit, didn't you pass the relevant information to the Los Angeles police to cancel the wanted arrest?"
"No, it may be that the General Administration has not sent the specific information to the branch."
"Damn it, are the police officers in Los Angeles so inefficient?
I hate bureaucracy! "
The group of people who realized that something was wrong were all anxious, but Banning quickly calmed down and quickly ordered: "Within five seconds, I want the CHP (California Highway Patrol) main station to hear Jack!"
Before Banning had finished speaking, Chloe started dialing the communication at the California Highway Patrol main station and transferred it to Jack's line.
"This is the Heller Joint Rescue Group. We need a call from all units!" Jack gave the order without waiting for the polite official words from the other side.
The operator on the opposite side obviously knew what happened this morning, and started connecting without any nonsense.
But the connection time seemed a bit slow, and everyone was waiting anxiously. Never before had it felt like seconds were flying like years, and they even complained.
"Hell, how long has it been since California's lines were changed? Are they so slow?!"
"The devil knows!"
"Asshole, those bastards in Silicon Valley are all headquartered in California, don't you know how to improve the infrastructure?!"
At this time, a policeman had already called the two gangsters to one side and started chatting with Khalil with his hands on the car. Another policeman in the police car behind was using his notebook to search Khalil's yellow car. Truck information.
Because an alarm was received ten minutes ago, and a yellow truck was robbed.
"Sir, can you tell me what's going on here?"
"Sir, nothing happened here. They are just upset about what happened this morning."
"I'm sorry for that, sir."
"Can I leave?"
"Please wait a minute!"
At this time, Jack yelled angrily: "Isn't it connected yet? If this continues, it will be all over!"
"Sir, all branch units have been contacted."
"Get in quickly!" Jack said impatiently.
"This is CHP, I'm Sheriff Doolittle."
"Chief, I remember that the Heller Joint Rescue Team has ordered lapd to cancel the wanted order of a yellow pickup truck just now. The license plate number is 4-log-945. Have you seen it?"
"I've seen it in the system, but I obviously haven't received any news about canceling the wanted order."
"One of your police officers is questioning the driver of the truck. We need him to get on the road as soon as possible. He cannot be delayed any longer. This is an order. This is related to Minister Heller's life!"
"Okay, sir, I'll go notify you right away."
Although he said he would be notified immediately, a group of people found that the police officer still made no move to release him.
At this time, another white policeman in the police car finally found the information about the car. Sure enough, it was the car they were looking for. He immediately closed his notebook, put his hand on the gun bag on his waist and slowly got out of the car.
Kalil also noticed that the policeman was slowly walking towards him with his hand on his gun bag. His heart skipped a beat but he quickly calmed down and did not let the black policeman in front of him notice the change in his expression.
Others' hearts were also in their throats, and they were cursing in their hearts. What the hell are California officials doing? Is the infrastructure so poor? !
The white policeman approached Khalil step by step, stepping on everyone's heart with every step. Just when Jack couldn't help but want to burst out and play real-life GTA on the road again to attract attention, the intercom on the white policeman's shoulder rang. His footsteps also stopped, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.
The people who spoke in the major intelligence agencies dared to swear to God that they had never seen such a ghost as they did today.
"Copy that." The white policeman didn't know what order he received. He relaxed and moved his right hand from his gun bag, but he still walked towards the black policeman and Khalil. Khalil's heart jumped again. As if I understood something.
The black police officer was still comforting Khalil: "We will get you on the road right away. This kind of person only talks about showing off. You don't have to worry about this."
"Yes, thank you."
"Today's events have certainly made everyone feel a little jittery, and I really appreciate your patience and cooperation."
At this time, the white policeman finally walked up to the two people and asked, "Has everything been resolved?"
"Have a good day, sir."
"Thank you, sir."
Soon Kalil was finally on the road. Except for Jack who continued to hang far away with a group of policemen, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Banning was also tired from all the ups and downs. This was really not a human job.
This is the difficult part of this kind of terrorist attack case. Time is too tight, and most suspects don't care about their own lives. Everyone simply ignores the option of capturing them alive to extract confessions.
Based on the available reliable information, it was estimated that Khalil would reach his destination in about twenty minutes, so after calculating his speed, he had a rough range.
If they had enough time, they could conduct a dragnet-like carpet search now, and they would always be able to find the place where the Hellers were detained. Unfortunately, time was a bit tight now.
But now, in order not to alert the enemy, they can only follow Khalil, otherwise Heller will rush to the street if he makes a mistake, and their future will be over. . .
Khalil felt heavy after continuing on the road. He walked forward for another two minutes before dialing Omar's phone.
Chloe from CTU headquarters quickly said: "He called again!"
After receiving the reminder, everyone immediately pricked up their ears and began to listen carefully.
"Hello?"
"Omar, it's me, Hassan, we might be in trouble."
"I'm listening, you continue."
"The police just ran a check on my license plate."
"Then?"
"They just let me go."
"So what's the problem?"
Banning, Driscoll, Lin, Meira, Jack and many other people who were monitoring this call were already heartbroken when they heard this.
"Jack, give up tracking and try to capture him directly!"
Jack also understood that there was nothing to be done, and stepped on the accelerator after greeting a group of police officers who were following him, while the conversation between Khalil and Omar continued.
"This is a dirty car!"
Omar was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but then he said luckily: "Maybe the owner hasn't reported it missing yet."
"Perhaps someone is secretly helping me, trying to determine where I might end up."
After hearing this, Omar's expression became sad unconsciously, but he still took the last chance: "Don't jump to random conclusions!"
"A policeman walked toward me with his hand on his gun bag, but he suddenly received a call from a walkie-talkie and relaxed after saying a few words."
Omar's expression was now completely sad, but Khalil continued: "We can't take any risks."
At this time, Jack had arrived about five hundred meters behind the yellow truck and began to arrange: "All units, all units.
Follow up and prepare to intercept, try your best to capture him alive, and immediately set up a roadblock five kilometers ahead! "
Khalil and Omar sighed simultaneously.
"It's been an honor to work with you, Allma."
"I should be honored, Khalil."
“Allahhu Akbar.”
“Allahhu Akbar.”
After the two ended their final conversation, they hung up the phone. Kalil glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately reached Jack's SUV, but it was still more than 400 meters away from him, so he didn't pay too much attention.
About two hundred meters ahead, he spotted a heavy-duty oil tanker in the left lane heading towards him.
Kalil's hands slowly changed the grip on the steering wheel, squeezed it tightly, and suddenly turned it sharply, and he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The pickup truck rushed towards the oil tanker.
Bang——
Jack stared blankly as the cab of the pickup truck was completely crushed by the tanker truck. Khalil had no hope of survival, and he couldn't help but let out a heartbreaking cry.
“no————”
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