nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 83 North Hollywood

Bank of America, the full name of the American National Trust Savings Bank, is the largest commercial bank in the United States.

The location of Bank of America in North Hollywood is not that good.

A small 60s-style plaza is divided into two by a row of white stone bricks that are as tall as an adult man's calf. One half is used as a parking lot by the Bank of America, and the other half is occupied by two basketball hoops.

Opposite the small square is a rather lively two-story building, and there are such small commercial areas near some small communities.

The first floor is generally composed of several western restaurants, the second floor is generally composed of community hospitals or dental hospitals, and some employees or community service personnel will work in an office on the second floor.

The few big trees scattered around and the lawn that has been neglected for a long time inevitably make people feel dilapidated.

The rookie policeman with police number 549132 suddenly saw the coffee on the car when he saw the small plaza of the Bank of America and said, "Sheriff Felice, this coffee is delicious."

But Sergeant Felice, who burped, patted his stomach contentedly and motioned to walk around the Bank of America before leaving.

The rookie police looked boredly at the depositors who were queuing up at the door to withdraw money and said, "The residents of Morrison Street are really laid back. We are still working hard to patrol, but these people come to the bank to withdraw money."

"You still have the opportunity to join their ranks, maybe you can embrace a beautiful Hollywood female star with a little effort."

The rookie police glanced at the old Autobot parked on the side of the road. Autobot is a favorite car brand of hippies in the United States.

If it weren't for a hiphop song, the Autobot brand was probably acquired by Ford in the late 70s. The reason why the rookie police were so impressed with this car was because the car brand was from the Soviet Union.

He still doesn't understand why a Soviet car brand can sell well in the United States.

"Okay! Okay! It's time to start another boring day. I've already expected today's life!" Sergeant Felice put the chair down and put his feet on the front of the car, and moaned comfortably.

As the police car pulled away, the vintage Autobot started.

The four people sitting in the old Autobot car looked extremely bloated. Although Christmas was coming soon, it was still very hot in North Hollywood during the day.

"Scared me to death!" The white man sitting in the driver's seat wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.

The Mexican man in the co-pilot stared at the rearview mirror and looked at the police car going away. When the police car had already left his sight, the Mexican man said calmly: "It's just a daily patrol, as long as we Well done! We'll be basking on the beach in Cuba by this time next year!"

"Why hasn't the escort car arrived yet? If you just let me grab this perfect deal of hundreds of thousands, I think I can leave." The man sitting in the back seat with a full face of beard looks fierce, and from his There are tattoos all over the neck.

While talking, the man took out a steel plate from his trousers, bent it to fit his calf with both hands, and stuffed it back.

"Deco! Believe me, it's normal for the escort to be late."

"Don't forget that you robbed a pawn shop with heavy weapons in Beichangqing Community!"

"The reason why the bank is so vigilant is because of you, and it wasn't the Blood Gang who drove us out of Koreatown last time, so we wouldn't mix with you dregs who smuggled in from Cuba!"

"If it wasn't for me, you would still be foolishly hiding in the mountains and eating bugs."

Maeve, who was sitting in the co-pilot, pointed arrogantly at the bearded Deco in the back seat, but Deco looked calmly at the cash truck that had just stopped in front of the Bank of America.

The escort of the cash transport vehicle was very satisfied, and the two men standing at the door of the bank looked around with vigilance.

The two of them walked into the bank with their black bags containing money in their hands.

"I want two of these bags. We will not meet again after having this 120 million dollars. I'm afraid I will kill you."

The corners of Maeve's mouth twitched twice when he heard Deco's words in the backseat, but fortunately Maeve resisted his urge to get violent: "We already know the shortcomings of the Los Angeles police. The last time you failed to rob was Insufficient preparation, as long as we control the time within 10 minutes this time, we can escape successfully!"

Deco didn't listen to Maeve's advice, but poured a handful of white noodles into his palm, and the companion next to Deco took a deep breath with his nose.

"Is it enough!"

"Enough is enough, I think only cocaine can make my blood boil."

Maeve turned his head and looked at the two brothers who were sitting in the back seat. Just about to say something, Deco skillfully put on a black hood on his head after taking a deep breath of cocaine .

"Hahahaha! Let those damn bitches in Los Angeles taste the power of automatic firearms!"

Deke, who was standing under the car, held up the AK47 in his hand and shot bullets at the sky, while his own brother kept talking about something.

"Oh! FXXK! Don't these two idiots know how to obey orders!"

Maeve put on the hood with an angry face and took out an ak47 from under his feet. When Maeve took out this ak, it could be seen that the ak47 in his hand had been modified.

The expanded magazine can hold at least 150 rounds of bullets, and the front sight is also installed on the ak47!
Mai Fu ordered to the driver: "Drive to the gate of the bank, the escort car has gone far, you wait for me in the car, do you hear me?"

The driver wearing a black mask did not speak but nodded, and the Deco brothers who were 50 meters behind the car seemed to be high on drugs.

The two people standing on the street started shooting at the surroundings, and the second-floor commercial area opposite the small square was suddenly agitated.

Because it is an old-fashioned building, a door and window in the second-floor commercial area was shot through in an instant. Although I don't know what's going on inside, the screams coming out of it don't sound optimistic.

Maeve walked into the bank and faced the ceiling of the Bank of America with a full expansion magazine. He didn't stop shooting until the AK47 in his hand "cracked".

"Put your head down, don't raise your head!"

"You! Yes, it's you, fill all the bags in my hand!"

Just like that, Maeve walked into the bank safe room while changing the magazine. The bank staff looked nervously at the man in the hood.

When the two Deco brothers walked in, the "hahahaha" laughter of the two made the entire bank's staff tremble.

"Wow! It seems that you don't need us brothers at all!" Deco walked on the ground full of debris with his bloated body. When a person lying on the ground tried to look up at him, Deco raised his hand Just wanted to shoot at that guy.

Maeve turned his head and threatened with an ak in his hand, "I said it! Don't shoot innocent people, did you hear me!"

"Ok, ok" Deco, gesturing with an OK gesture, walked towards the bank's safe room out of breath, while his younger brother squatted down and kept touching the buttocks of those good-looking female employees.

Sergeant Felice, who had just walked not far away, sat up instantly when he heard the gunshots not far away. While adjusting the pistol in his hand, he ordered the rookie policeman: "Damn it! It seems that we are here before you become a full-time officer." You can watch a big battle! This is the sound of automatic rifles!"

The rookie policeman forgot to report to the main station immediately after hearing the gunshots.

Holding the steering wheel of the car nervously with both hands, they drove towards the place they had just left. Instead, Sergeant Felice skillfully took the intercom on the car. After seeing two people standing on the road and shooting casually, he yelled directly into the intercom. Said: "Call the main station! Call the main station! 211! 211! There are currently three suspected people, two of whom were armed with heavy firearms and shot in the street, and one rushed into the Bank of America in North Hollywood."

After saying this, Sheriff Felice grabbed the rookie policeman who was trying to shoot while driving.

"Have you watched too many Hollywood movies? If you want to die, don't pull me!" Sergeant Felice, who kicked the rookie policeman from the cab to the co-pilot, skillfully drove the car around the opponent's shooting radius .

When the two people turned around and left the middle of the street and walked to the small square, Sergeant Felice stopped the police car at the place where the two were standing just now.

"There are wounded, there are wounded, non-combat units, non-combat units."

Sergeant Felice, who casually threw the walkie-talkie in the car, raised his hand and fired two shots at the backs of the two men.

The first shot did not know where it was shot, and the second shot hit one of the people in the back, but it only made the steps of that person stagger.

Sergeant Felice directly hammered the front cover with his hand and cursed angrily, "Damn it! It's a heavy-duty body armor!"

Sergeant Felice, who retracted his head, glanced at the two people from the corner of his eye, just looked back and gave him a middle finger, and he also let out a sigh of relief.

After all, the opponent is an automatic weapon, and he only has a baton and a pistol in his hand.

As for the smug rookie policeman who was so ambitious at the beginning, he was frightened and stupid. Fortunately, the second support police car rushed over quickly.

When Sergeant Felice saw that the two veteran policemen were here, he joked to the rookie policeman with a proud face: "Hey! I advise you to cheer up, if you can carry it this time, Maybe you can get into the homicide department you want a few years earlier!"

The head office of the Los Angeles Police Department played its role at this time, and the policemen with a radius of 30 kilometers were heading towards the Bank of America in North Hollywood one after another.

Sergeant Felice kicked the rookie policeman who was still in a daze and said, "Go! Go outside the street and block pedestrians!"

(End of this chapter)