You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"Now those 'eyes' on the periphery have been blinded or suppressed to the point of being unable to raise their heads."

"There were no signs of SWAT, only a few ordinary plainclothes police cars."

"The bait in the North District worked, and the West District's police force has been completely depleted."

The viper glanced at the watch and coldly urged:

"This is the only window of opportunity."

Five minutes.

"If we can't get out of the industrial area and into the main road and blend into the traffic within five minutes, once the police SWAT team realizes what's happening and surrounds us, even God can't save you."

"Then let's go! Let's go now!"

Darlis slammed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and roared viciously:

"Tell the people clearing the way that no matter who's blocking the way—police officers, homeless people, or anything else—just run them over!"

"Anyone who dares to block our way will be sent to meet God!"

"I don't want anything to go wrong with this shipment. If it's ruined, my brother will chop me up and feed me to the dogs before the cops even get involved!"

"Everyone, get in the truck and set up the machine gun!"

"If we close this deal, we'll be the boss of the West District!"

"Everyone will be allocated a suburban villa with a swimming pool!"

At Darlis's command, the massive roller shutter door slowly rose.

Three full-size black SUVs escorted a camouflaged van in the middle, like a pack of wild beasts unleashed, their engines roaring as they sped into the rainy night.

……

[Mission: Deal with a suspicious tent - Completed]

[Reward: 50 Justice Points]

Current balance: 800 points

[Urgent Mission Issued: Intercept the Blood Gang's convoy]

[Note: This is the source of chaos in Seattle's West Side for the next three years, and the beginning of countless broken families. The enemy possesses heavy firepower and specialized tactical teams; prevent them from smuggling the goods out of the industrial area.]

Basic Reward: 5000 Justice Points

"Hold!"

Lyon suddenly swore.

5000 points?!

Even if the federal task force or other team members have an impact this time, even if he can only get an assist, even if his participation rate is only 30% or 40%, the points he gets won't be much less.

"Let's give it our all!"

Lyon's mind raced, and the industrial zone map he had just looked at instantly unfolded in his mind.

If those drug dealers wanted to escape, their only way out was to cross the railway crossing ahead and merge onto the interstate highway.

There's a narrow one-way bottleneck there!

"Carlos, drive!"

Lyon slammed his hand on the back of the driver's seat and roared:

"Turn left ahead, cut past the factory's back gate, we need to get to the railway crossing ahead! Block them with the car!"

Carlos, who had been sitting in the driver's seat, was startled by the shout, but he didn't step on the gas. Instead, he turned pale, shrank back, and his hands were trembling.

"Boss... are you crazy?"

Carlos pointed to the still-ringing walkie-talkie, his voice trembling:

"Harrison just said there were snipers, they were snipers!"

"This beat-up Ford is just a regular riot control vehicle; the windshield can't stop a full-powered rifle bullet at all!"

"If we rush out like this, we'll be sitting ducks and get picked off. I'm not going; it's suicide!"

Although Carlos was clearly a seasoned veteran, he was also an intelligence broker who valued his life above all else.

Asking him to speed after a petty thug or a regular drug smuggling vehicle is one thing, but asking him to stand under a sniper's gun and die? No way!

"I didn't fucking send you to your death!"

Lyon's temper flared instantly when he saw this cowardly guy who messed up at the crucial moment.

If we dawdle for another two minutes, those 5000 points will really grow wings and fly away!

"You're not going to drive, huh? Then get out!"

Leon, too lazy to waste any more words with Carlos, unbuckled his seatbelt, jumped up from the passenger seat, grabbed Carlos by the collar, and dragged him from the driver's seat to the back like a chick.

"Let's switch seats, I'll drive!"

"Boss, you're going to die!"

Carlos was still yelling, "That sniper is watching from that high point!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Lyon plopped into the driver's seat, expertly shifting gears; the coordination between his foot on the clutch and the accelerator was simply perfect.

"boom--!"

die?

In the past, Lyon might have hesitated and considered whether they should avoid the risks.

But right now, he's the safest person in this car.

The "Danger Perception" skill, worth 2000 points, is currently inactive.

What does this tell us?

This means that the damn sniper's gun wasn't pointed this way, or perhaps the rain was too heavy and the distance was too far to lock onto the inconspicuous repair vehicle.

As long as that feeling of palpitation doesn't occur, he is safe.

Even if that feeling arises, with his current reaction speed, he would be able to make an evasive maneuver within a fraction of a second before the other party pulls the trigger.

Ahead was the narrow railway crossing with only two lanes, flanked by abandoned red brick walls and rusty barbed wire.

"squeak--!!!"

Just as he was about to cross the intersection, Lyon yanked on the handbrake and turned the steering wheel all the way to the left.

The tires kicked up mud, the car swerved sideways, and finally came to a heavy stop in the middle of the narrow intersection, completely blocking the road.

The immense centrifugal force instantly turned the people in the carriage into a tumbling mess, with unfinished snacks, expensive electronic devices, and even the FBI agent all crashing together in a chaotic jumble.

"Get out of the car, all of you!"

Leon kicked open the car door and yelled at the crew members who were being thrown around in the back:

"Don't stay in the car. It's just an ordinary tin can. It can't stop armor-piercing bullets. If you want to survive, find cover and spread out!"

"Jacob, take your rifle. This is the only way out; they'll definitely try to break through!"

"Carlos, stop trembling there, go to that abandoned guard post over there and grab your submachine gun!!"

"Mia, hide behind those concrete pipes, don't show your face!"

"Kevin, you stay hidden too. I don't have time right now. Go contact the station for backup. It's impossible that all the officers have been transferred to the North District!"

"Perkins, if your FBI task force doesn't arrive by then, you can just keep your Glock and pray to God!"

The group, who were still dazed from being thrown around, were also jolted awake by Leon's roar.

Although they hadn't figured out the specific tactics, their instinct for danger made them scramble out of the car and scatter towards the concrete blocks and abandoned guard posts along the roadside for cover.

Lyon glanced at them, then picked up the walkie-talkie again:

"Harrison, this is Vance!"

"I've blocked the intersection. Take your men and move this way immediately; it's the only exit, and they'll definitely try to crash into us!"

"Tie the opening tight, don't let a single fly get through!"