Play the picture frame by frame.
A twisted black shadow appeared on the computer screen. Seeing this, the technician slowed down again and the black shadow became clearer.
The female doctor Nora could vaguely tell that it was a giant. He carried the coffin and lifted it up, and then flew away at a speed that even the cameras could not capture.
Seeing this, the technician couldn't help but frown.
The speed of the black shadow is really too fast. Even at the slowest speed, you still can't see the details of the face and clothing. All you know is that his body is almost as long as the coffin, giving people the impression that "that thing was tailor-made for it." "a feeling of.
"It's impossible. The box weighs more than two hundred kilograms. There's nothing that can lift it away."
Dr. Ivor felt that his world view was collapsing, and he couldn't help but murmur.
Nora on the side closed her eyes and kept recalling what the mysterious old man said.
After a moment, she said:
"Iver, do you remember what the old gentleman once said? You can only control him if you have a coffin in your hands." After saying this, Nora pointed to the black shadow on the screen with a tangled expression: "Him!"
The technician couldn't understand what the two men were talking about, and was filled with fear and curiosity.
At this moment, no one knew what Dr. Ivor was thinking. He looked at the screen in concentration. After being stunned for a few seconds, he turned around and said, "This monitoring was done just thirteen minutes ago. The coffin should still be at the airport."
Immediately afterwards, Ivor took out his mobile phone and urgently contacted his other partner, Fat Jim.
After receiving the information, Jim immediately rushed to the outskirts of the airport, commanded the SWAT team to seal off the scene, and set up card checks at the main garage door to prevent all vehicles that could accommodate the coffin from passing through.
"Okay, everyone, please note that no large vehicles are allowed to be released without my approval."
Following the order, dozens of special police officers began to block the road, leading police dogs to guard the only exit.
At this time, Dr. Ivor was betting that the strange shadow could not fly out of the airport and would need to take a car to leave.
In fact, he was right.
Underground parking area A.
The place was filled with public vehicles, most of them belonging to the CDC.
A Mexican guy with a short hair held a flashlight in his mouth and was counting money in the dark carriage. There was a stack of Franklins, which added up to two thousand.
His name was Gus, and he had just been released from prison some time ago. He wanted to find a job to support his mother, but tonight, a mysterious man in a suit approached him again.
That bitch always had a hypocritical smile on his face, half threatening and half tempting. He first said that he could help erase his brother's criminal record and solve the problem of his mother's visa expiration. Then, he declared that this was the last time he asked him to do something, and after completing this task, he would no longer contact him.
Until now, Gus still couldn't understand that those powerful men had to threaten a small person. Not only that, but the task to be performed now was too difficult.
Because trying to pick up a car from a heavily guarded international airport is tantamount to fantasy.
"Damn bitch!"
"What do you mean by someone's response? What do you mean by calming down and treating me as 007?"
Gus cursed under his breath, placed the CDC pass on the front windshield, then started the vehicle and slowly drove out of the parking lot.
In the process, he turned and glanced at the back seat, where there was a solid wood coffin with countless monsters carved on it.
Smuggling antiques?
An idea came to Gus' mind.
The next moment, he looked back.
According to the three agreements made in advance, that is, not to check the goods, not to stop halfway, and to cross the river before sunrise, therefore, no matter how curious I am, I can't look at this thing.
Although he didn't want to admit it, the truth was that Gus was afraid of his employer. He was worried that the white guy in the suit would attack his mother.
Almost at the same time.
Lu Li found an excuse to leave the murder scene and followed the smell of blood to the public parking garage. He happened to find the white box car driven by Gus leaving the place.
The murderer is sitting on it!
Lu Li didn't hesitate, he immediately found his car, opened the door and got in——
He quickly shifted into gear and stepped on the accelerator to back out of the parking area. His movements were extremely skillful. In addition, compared to the Volkswagen van driven by the opponent, the police pickup truck was lighter and accelerated and shifted gears faster.
In less than a minute, he caught up with the white Nissan and kept a distance of fifteen meters from it.
However, Lu Li did not hang up his police lights or use his horn to warn the other party to stop. He wanted to know why the other party was so confident, or in other words, which staff members had become moles.
"Stop and get inspected!"
The SWAT team members, armed with live ammunition and holding police dogs, carried out their tasks without compromise.
Drivers of small cars need to show their work ID, indicate their whereabouts, and confirm that they are correct before leaving; while large vehicles not only need to complete the above two procedures, but also must get out of the car and be searched.
After seeing this formation, Gus put on his work badge expressionlessly and kept stroking the handle of the gun with his right hand. Now, he could only place his hope on the unidentified person.
At the same time, two special police officers gathered around, one of them holding a police dog, while the other walked to the side of the cab, pointed to an open space and said: "Stop there, sir, I will be right over."
There are special police everywhere you look.
Gus, who had a ghost in his heart, suppressed the impulse, silently put away the pistol, and then drove to the designated area.
However, when he was out of sight of the special police, he still couldn't bear the pressure in his heart and cursed in a low voice: "Shet! Shet! Shet!"
Everything is in full view.
At this moment, Lu Li turned off the engine and parked the car. He leaned against the car window and lit a cigarette, staring at the Nissan car in front of him that was transporting the murderer.
Who is the mole?
A member of the Port Authority SWAT team, or someone else?
Not long after, a SWAT team member with [PAPD] printed on his tactical vest walked over.
Due to the angle, Lu Li saw a short-haired man through the side view mirror of the Nissan car. Sitting in the driver's seat, he suddenly turned sideways and seemed to be touching something.
"Sir, work permit and exit permit."
At this time, the SWAT team members used flashlights to illuminate the dim cab.
Gus held the gun in his right hand and hid it behind his waist. At the same time, he took out the ID prepared by his employer with his left hand and handed it over: "Man, this formation... is really crazy. What happened?"
Unfortunately, the special police ignored his words and lowered their heads to carefully check the authenticity of the documents.
Seeing this, the smile on Gus's face did not diminish, and he took out another ID card with a mysterious pattern printed on it.
Joint token!
Lu Li, who had been paying attention to the situation, suddenly became energetic.
"What do you mean by giving me this?"
"get off!"
Loud shouts sounded.
Immediately afterwards, multiple special police officers surrounded him.
Gus looked ashen.
