"Hey, why did you get in my car!" Li Shaoze followed the FBI closely and saw that the rookie detective's car key was not removed. He simply walked to the convertible, opened the door and got into the driver's seat. "Carter" was standing on the walkway in the garden. Seeing this scene, he quickly chased out to the door and quickly got into the passenger seat.
"Your G14 mission failed, shouldn't you go back to the police station to get fast food?"
Li Shaoze glanced at the rookie detective, turned the car key, turned the steering wheel, and followed the FBI motorcade.
As for how the rookie detective would return to the police station after he drove away, he was too lazy to think about it for him. After all, as a local, the rookie police detective should be more familiar with the bus routes in Los Angeles.
"Carter" Bi Ya smiled, suddenly put a hand on Sir Li's shoulder, and said to the convoy in front: "Man, if you use my car, should you give me a ride?"
"Haha, what do you want?"
"Let's work together. After we solve this case, I will be the most heroic detective in Los Angeles."
"Carter" patted his chest with a righteous tone.
However, Li Shaoze could tell at a glance that this guy's pursuit of honor was fake, but his pursuit of promotion was real. Despite his current appearance of being determined to win, in fact he just wants to follow the FBI and take advantage. Even the danger contained in it was not fully understood.
"Okay, you're already on the bus, can I refuse you?"
Li Shaoze raised a smile on his lips and agreed simply. His attitude was completely beyond "Carter's" expectations.
"Carter" patted the Chinese police officer on the shoulder again, feeling that the other person was quite gentle in private. Wait, if you can get a little advantage and get some credit behind the FBI, your promotion will be just around the corner.
After all, it was the consul’s daughter who was kidnapped. After the case is solved, it’s not too much to be promoted to sergeant, right?
What's more, listening to what "Matthew" just said, this Chinese police officer also has a very powerful background. When the time comes, you won't get any credit by following the FBI, but you will definitely get credit by following him.
Little people have the wisdom of little people, and even rookies have their own unique ideas.
The reason why Sir Li agreed is simple, because he has no law enforcement certificate and no law enforcement rights. Rather than going on a rampage alone and having Consul Han wipe his ass in the end, it would be better to take the rookie detective with him.
He doesn't need a rookie detective to help him handle the case, he just needs to "borrow" this guy's ID. At least he is cooperating with the police, which is completely legal.
Don't even think about "Matthew" causing trouble for him.
And after seeing the rookie detective's desire for promotion, Sir Li had more ideas to control him.
Soon, everyone's convoy came to South Broadway Street, in front of a T-intersection.
Since it was daytime, SWAT teams and city police were mobilized at breakneck speed. When the FBI's motorcade stopped at the intersection, all nearby roads were blocked by city police.
Click, click, click. A helicopter arrived in the sky and circled around the building. Specialized in monitoring target movements to prevent criminals from escaping.
When Matthew hung up his FBI ID and got out of the car with his team members, the heads of the special team and the city police gathered around him.
"Sir, the police station has blocked all lanes in the surrounding area."
"Sir!"
"Los Angeles SWAT, reporting to you!"
Matthew took out a walkie-talkie, lowered his head and asked the police station, then turned around and started adjusting the channel.
After adjusting the channel, he said a few words, and the person in charge of the police station immediately took out a roll of blueprints and spread them out on the car hood. At the same time, twenty special service members in combat uniforms stood neatly aside, waiting for the commander's instructions.
Li Shaoze parked the car outside the cordon, patted "Carter" on the shoulder, followed "Carter" Dangli, used his ID to get through, and walked into the cordon.
Just from the armored vehicles surrounding them and the helicopters in the sky, it can be seen that the Los Angeles Police Department is highly mobile. To put it simply, the United States has money, its police force is well-equipped, and its combat literacy is not low.
After reading the architectural drawings, Matthew turned around and ordered: "The city police are guarding the building on the outside. The SWAT team is divided into two groups. Group A enters from the front on Broadway Street, and Group B goes around the back and enters from Main Street."
"If we encounter criminals, we must kill them first because our first goal is to save people."
"Yes, sir."
In fact, although the police presence is quite large, the parking and cordoning locations are blocked by buildings. You can completely avoid the view of "Building 620" and don't have to worry about being discovered by criminals.
After Matthew completed the deployment according to the terrain map, the heads of the SWAT team and the city police both raised their hands in salute and left, each starting to execute the order.
The special service team of only twenty people was quickly divided into two teams. One of them entered from the alley at the back and could not see the situation. The other one bent down, holding the gun and quickly approached the stairs from the corner, and finally jumped into the stairs, starting to search the first floor and the first floor.
At this time, Li Shaoze saw the Los Angeles police taking action quickly. He walked up to Matthew with a fearful expression and took the initiative to persuade him: "Do you think the kidnapper deliberately let you know the location? To attract you here!"
"You know, it doesn't take a minute to pay the ransom."
Matthew stood in front of the car, holding the intercom in his hand. Suddenly his expression changed and he asked, "What do you mean? Are you saying I fell into a trap?"
"It's not too late to withdraw the officers."
Li Shaoze tapped the cover of his watch and pointed to the five-story building on South Broadway.
If he hadn't been afraid that the kidnappers would implicate the FBI's actions on Xiurong, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to point out the risk. Unfortunately, some people don't appreciate it, like Matthew.
Matthew laughed, his face a little embarrassed, and then a little angry.
Although after being reminded by Sir Li, he was aware of the danger, but the arrow was on the string and he had to shoot. He believed even more in the strength of the special service team. Even if they faced the hijackers head-on, they would still be able to successfully break through and rescue the hostages.
So Matthew smiled sullenly and said, "The U.S. Federal Anti-Terrorism Task Force has a history of fifty years, and hostage rescue is one of its training subjects."
"It's not a copycat product from some places that can be compared with it."
The knockoffs Matthew mentioned were obviously referring to the Flying Tigers in Hong Kong, and after he finished speaking, he did not forget to add another sneer: "Huh, you guys just like to make knockoffs."
As the world's pioneer in special operations, the United States is indeed number one in this area.
When the Flying Tigers were first established, they were learning from the American police system. Moreover, American instructors have been frequently invited to provide tactical guidance to the Flying Tigers.
As a Hong Kong police officer, Sir Li stood on the territory of the "World Police" and was criticized for knocking off fake goods. To be honest, I have no temper at all when being talked about.
So Sir Li sneered twice and simply stopped trying to persuade him. A man walked under the telephone pole nearby, took out a cigarette and lit one, slowly exhaled and said: "Haha, it's up to you."
Anyway, the death of the Los Angeles police officer has nothing to do with the Hong Kong Island police superintendent. Since the other party expressed a strong rejection attitude, he didn't need to say any more and just waited quietly to see the result.
"Carter" looked back and forth, walked up to Sir Li and said, "Why don't you give me one? Man."
"I thought you didn't know how to smoke. Come on, Hong Kong is lucky and see how it's different from the American ones."
Li Shaoze opened the cigarette case and took out one cigarette and handed it to "Carter".
"Carter" lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a taste: "I usually smoke camels, the kind of camels in the desert."
"By the way, do you really think this is a trap?"
With a little reminder from Li Shaoze, Matthew could probably guess the whole story, but the rookie police detective in front of him was still full of doubts.
"Follow me, something must have happened before I smoked this cigarette." Li Shaoze flicked the ashes and leaned against the wire.
"Carter" turned cross-eyed, staring at Sir Li's face and thinking secretly: "Is this Chinese police officer really so smart?"
"Hopefully God will bless the SWAT officers."
"Carter" rolled his eyes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and leaned against the telephone pole like Sir Li. He also held a telegraph pole with one hand while smoking, posing in a unique and handsome pose.
Bang bang, a few pigeons with simple wings suddenly landed at the feet of the two of them, lowering their heads and pecking at the bread crumbs.
"Sir, there is no problem on the first floor!"
"Sir, there are no problems on the second and third floors..."
At this time, Matthew was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, followed by several detectives, looking up to the top of the building. After hearing the report from the special service team, he immediately said with a solemn expression: "Everyone, be careful."
"Yes, sir."
"Approaching the fifth floor."
Li Shaoze took one last puff of cigarette and put out the cigarette butt next to the trash can. Seeing this, "Carter" also took off the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and stamped his feet.
"I'm done smoking."
"Why did nothing happen?"
"hehe."
With a bang, there was a loud bang throughout the fifth floor of the 620 South Broadway Street building, and scorching firelight, gunpowder smoke, and gravel fell from the sky.
The pigeons on the street fluttered and flew away. Li Shaoze glanced at the cigarette butts on the ground. Unexpectedly, this guy still had half a cigarette left, but he actually put down his cigarette in advance just to be a leverage player.
Snap, a small broken corpse hit "Carter" on the head. Carter quickly bent down and made a dodge gesture and shouted: "Give me another cigarette, man."
"I regret stepping on that half-cut cigarette."
Matthew stared at the top floor of the building dumbfounded, listening to the noisy electronic sound on the intercom, and finally choked out: "Ask the bank to prepare 50 million U.S. dollars and temporarily transfer it in the name of the FBI."
"Search the area immediately. I'm sure the criminals are still hiding nearby."
As for the hostages? Certainly not in this building.
The robbers were still hoping to exchange the criminals for ransom, so how could they bring the hostages to the scene? That's worth fifty million dollars.
