Shet!
I got the wrong guy!
Before Gus could think of a solution to the problem, the rapid barking of a police dog came from behind the carriage.
The member of the SWAT team responsible for the inspection shouted again: "You, get out of the car and open the cargo box!"
The flashlight kept shining on Gus' face, which made him irritated, and he replied in a bad tone: "Don't shine the light in my eyes."
"Get out of the car, sir."
This should be the last warning. If the target does not get out of the car, the SWAT police will use violence.
One is worth a hundred, and a small pistol is used against dozens of assault rifles. In such a situation, 007 would have to kneel down, let alone an amateur boxer who lives on the streets.
At this thought, Gus turned his head, looked at the other party, and said in a tough manner: "Can I take off my seat belt first?"
Looking at each other silently.
Gus's right hand, which was hidden in the darkness, rested on the handle of the gun. He changed his mind: kill people and drive away from the scene. If he moved quickly enough, this plan would be feasible.
With this almost crazy mentality, the Mexican slowly opened the door.
At the same time, Lu Li silently picked up the police assault rifle, and a large-caliber shotgun was inserted between the driver and passenger.
However, a voice kept reminding Lu Li: Wait a moment, this matter will not be simple. According to the usual practice, the contact person will definitely show up in time to find out who is the culprit, which will be more valuable.
Sure enough, a fat man appeared next to the white Nissan. He held up his work permit and asked, "Guys, what happened?"
Gus stopped pushing the car door, his eyes wandered between the SWAT team members and the fat man, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.
Dr. Jim?
Lu Li was a little surprised, how could this fat man with a loyal and honest appearance be a mole.
However, there are no absolutes in everything.
He stared straight ahead.
The special police officer handed the mysterious certificate to Jim and said, "Sir, according to martial law standards, I asked him to show his work permit and pass, but this guy gave him this."
Hearing this, Fat Jim looked down at the ID, then looked up at Gus a few times, and finally said slowly: "This is our car, you can let him out."
"Sir?" The inspector looked confused.
Compared with humans, police dogs are more reliable. Even after a long time, it is still barking at the cargo box, obviously it has discovered something.
"I said, let him pass."
Dr. Jim raised his left hand and pointed to the exit with a serious tone, while Gus's hand was always holding the handle of the gun and did not dare to relax.
After a slight hesitation, several members of the SWAT team dispersed. After all, this mysterious incident was fully taken over by the CDC, and the Port Authority was only responsible for cooperating and obeying orders.
The car door is closed.
The white Nissan sedan passed inspection.
Dr. Jim handed over the token, leaned against the car window, and said with a ferocious expression: "For the last time, tell that bitch not to come to me again!"
The face of a white man in a suit appeared in their minds. It was their common employer.
Gus had a sullen face and didn't make any answer. He just stretched out his hand to take it.
"Do you understand?" Dr. Jim took the token away, stared at Gus, and said word by word: "Tell him, this is the last time!"
Unfortunately, comparing reaction speed with a boxer was obviously an unwise choice. Gus was stunned for a moment, and then directly grabbed the token.
Lu Li saw Nissan walking away, silently started the vehicle and followed.
Ten seconds later, the special police blocked his way and said in a deep voice: "Man, please show your work permit and entry and exit permit."
Lu Li lightly stepped on the brakes.
"Airport Police, working for the Port Authority."
Lu Li only had a police card. Due to the sudden incident, he did not apply for a permit.
After saying this, the SWAT officer who had previously examined Gus nodded, turned on his flashlight, and illuminated the cab.
The shotgun was standing straight there, and the assault rifle was particularly eye-catching, as if he was tracking down a serious criminal.
Seeing this, the special police officer couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with that guy just now?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Fat Jim.
This guy was looking down at the grass beside him, obviously worried.
However, Lu Li did not answer, and just said: "Do me a favor and let me out."
PAPD, abbreviation for Port Authority Police Department.
In other words, they are part of the same family as the airport police force where they belong, so it should be convenient.
The SWAT officer turned his head and glanced behind him. The police dog was standing there quietly. In addition, the police pick-up truck could not hold such a large object as a coffin. So he waved his hand and signaled to the colleagues guarding the passage to lift the pole to let them go.
"Bon Voyage."
"If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, don't forget about our SWAT team."
Hearing this, Lu Li started the police car and said at the same time: "Remember to tell Chief Ross of the police force. I'm going out to buy a few cups of coffee. I'll be back at nine o'clock in the morning at the latest. If there is an emergency, call me."
Obviously, he has made a decision in his mind——
Act without authorization.
Not far away, Dr. Jim raised his head and saw this scene: a police car speeding out of the airport, with a familiar person sitting in the driver's seat.
For a moment, an ominous premonition came to Jim's mind.
"It's over... Damn it, I guess I've been discovered... No, I can't be exposed."
As his thoughts raced, he took out his phone and dialed the number he least wanted to see.
At this moment, Gus, who had escaped, was in a good mood and had not yet noticed that anyone was following him.
He held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette with his right hand and held it in his mouth, while Mexican rap with a light rhythm was playing on the car radio next to him.
Not to mention the five thousand US dollars he received one after another, just the resolution of his mother's residence procedures and his brother's criminal record would make him so happy that he couldn't sleep.
"Brother, I don't know what you are, but thank you very much for the good luck you have brought me."
After saying that, Gus turned to look at the wooden coffin, blew out a smoke ring, his expression was indescribably satisfying.
JFK International Airport is located in Queens, the largest and second most populous of the five boroughs in New York City. Many streets have speed limits of 40 yards.
If anyone dares to speed, the traffic police will make him understand what efficiency is -
Immediately put police lights on the vehicle, rush up to the driver and write a big ticket to generate revenue for the department.
Thanks to these colleagues, after leaving the airport, Lu Li could keep up with Gus without any pressure and keep a suitable distance from him.
It neither draws attention nor takes him out of sight.
Thirty minutes passed, and the two of them were still driving, and they were in peace along the way.
However, based on the in-car navigation, Lu Li could see the destination of the other party's trip.
Manhattan borough.
Our current location is 59th Street, about to reach the Queensboro Bridge.
The contents of the coffin were about to cross the river.
