Chapter 690

Burgess felt much better after getting the new car.

She flicked the car key and asked happily, "Who is my partner today?"

"Peterson."

Pratt shouted to the side: "Until your partner comes back, you and Burgess."

Not far away, stood a white male policeman with short blond hair.

Hearing Pratt's words, he turned around quickly, his eyes were clear, and he looked very wise.

"Have a nice day." Pratt winked at Burgess and said with a smile, "I'm sure you will be satisfied."

"No." Burgess' face suddenly collapsed, and he was about to say something.

At this time, the male patrolman named Peterson came over, so she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut and walked outside dejectedly.

Peterson is notoriously difficult to deal with among the police, not because of his temper, but because of his personality. His personality is very dull, and no matter what he does, he seems very nervous.

"Remember." Pratt shouted to Burgess:
"Priority today is to inspect the information asked by the intelligence team last night. There is a scratch on the tailgate of the Ford gray van."

Burgess waved his hand and strode out of the police station.

Get in the car and turn on the trip computer.

Not surprisingly, Hector's information was at the top.

And what Pratt said just now is also marked with a key focus sign.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Burgess looked at his temporary partner and spread his hands.

This guy pulled his seat belt as soon as he got in the car, tied himself up tightly, and put his palm on the handle of the gun, looking like he was ready for battle.

Looking at him like this made Burgess feel scared.

"I also can."

Peterson squeezed out a smile: "You can do whatever you want."

Emotional tension and concise language are his consistent style.

"Whoo~"

Burgess sighed softly, started the Ford Taurus and drove to the assigned patrol area.

As usual, I drove the car slowly for half an hour.

Turning a street corner, Burgess' eyes fixed.

A gray Ford van came into her sight. The vehicle disappeared in a flash and drove into a wasteland next to it.

Although the time was short, she still saw something very clearly.

Under the buttocks of the car, there was a scratch half a meter long.

"Call the main station." Burgess quickly picked up the walkie-talkie: "I found the suspected target vehicle, which is near Harrison Park."

"Received." The voice from the intercom sounded:
"I'm notifying the intelligence team now, please keep up with the target and don't lose it."

"Understood." Burgess replied and let go of the walkie-talkie.

Due to frequent patrols, she is very familiar with this place. The place where the van drove in was an unfinished building.

Four or five tall apartments are scattered among them.

It's winter now, not to mention normal people, even homeless people seldom come and go in these places.

There is definitely something wrong with that car just now.

When the new partner Peterson heard Burgess's call with the main station, he immediately asked nervously: "What should we do now?"

"Can't follow in."

Burgess made up his mind quickly: "At least not with vehicles."

The order I received now is to keep up with the target.

They had to keep up with each other's movements, but driving was not an option. She knew the environment inside very well. If those people were really hiding inside, the movement of the car would easily disturb the other party.

She turned the steering wheel and brought the patrol car to a stop on the corner.

"Call the main station."

Burgess pressed the intercom: "Now on foot tracking."

"Let's go." She let go of the walkie-talkie and beckoned Peterson to walk inside together.

These unfinished buildings only built a general framework.

No interior decoration at all.

The door frames and corridors were bare, and the strong wind blew by, whistling, and it was especially scary at night.

Even people who like to do outdoor sports will not choose this place.

In the open space outside, weeds are overgrown, some even grow more than one meter high, and there are birds jumping on the trees from time to time.

"squeak."

There was a sound.

A few mice rushed out from the corner quickly.

Then, footsteps sounded.

Burgess stepped on the snow and followed the ruts carefully, and Peterson followed her, shrinking his head.

Both held the Glock in their hands and looked upstairs to the side.

Four or five apartment buildings are all seven or eight stories high.

Only by naked eye observation, nothing abnormal was found.

This place is only twenty meters away from the street outside, but it is a scene of doomsday ruins, with bare windows everywhere.

Burgess swallowed, gripping the pistol tightly.

The traces of the wheels disappeared in the shop on the first floor of an apartment building in front. It seems that the Salvadorans should be hiding in these places.

"Stop."

As he approached the apartment building, Burgess raised his arms: "We need to wait for backup now."

"But, don't we need to go in and observe the situation?" Peterson objected: "What if these people leave from another place?"

"It's because I don't know what's going on inside." Burgess looked at him and said seriously:
"That's why we can't go in."

"There are only two of us, I said, stay and wait for support."

"Okay." Peterson nodded reluctantly, and squatted behind a bush with Burgess.

Burgess is a woman and new to the job a few months ago.

To be honest, Peterson is somewhat dissatisfied with her now taking the lead.

Just as the two of them were secretly observing, there was an engine sound.

Hearing the voice, Burgess beamed.

But when she saw the approaching vehicle, her face quickly sank.

Three vans appeared one after another.

"Wow."

The carriage door, pull open from the inside.

Black, white, and brown with floral headscarves jumped down from several vans.

At a glance, there were at least fifteen people.

All of them were holding guns and machetes on their waists, and they looked menacing.

The various ethnic groups are distinct, but they also show a cooperative attitude.

"Shet."

Burgess quickly stretched his shoulders and pressed the intercom: "Call the main station, something is wrong at the scene, a large number of gang members have arrived, suspected to be revenge."

"The intelligence team has passed."

A voice sounded from the main station: "It should take less than a minute to arrive."

The volume of the intercom has been turned down, and Burgess puts his ear to it to hear clearly.

"You don't understand, there are a lot of people."

She lowered her voice and said hastily, "A dozen or so, all of them are armed."

"Emergency support needed, SWAT team needed."

While she was speaking, the group of people who came over quickly dispersed.

Brandishing their guns, they rushed up the two staircases of the apartment building. There were so many people in disorder, and the sound of their footsteps was loud.

(End of this chapter)

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