North America’s toughest police: starting with the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke’s eyes condensed, what’s going on?

Was he discovered?

Impossible, he had not made any rash moves, he was still very confident in his tracking skills.

He soon realized that this should be just Johnny Dyson’s anti-tracking method, testing whether there was someone following him.

Locke quickly put aside his doubts, he had already planned to kill someone, it didn’t matter whether he was discovered or not.

Watching Johnny Dyson running farther and farther in the traffic, he was filled with murderous intent.

Run, see how far you can run, not to mention the positioning of the bullet avoidance card, with his superb driving skills, if Johnny Dyson can get rid of him, he will no longer call himself the Los Angeles car god in the future.

Locke stared at the Chevrolet Trailblazer that kept changing speeds and weaving in and out of the traffic in front of him, his heart was full of the pleasure of killing.

This was the first time he was full of murderous intent towards someone.

Damn, he actually wanted to blow him in half in front of his family, how cruel it was for the family watching the ceremony.

Locke put his foot on the accelerator again. Just as he was about to speed up and catch up, he found a black Ford Taurus in the rearview mirror. The car was also accelerating and changing lanes. In a flash, the Taurus passed by him.

Ford Taurus photo from reader Iron-Blooded Frog

Fuck!

Through a glimpse in the rearview mirror, Locke saw the two people in the front row of the Taurus, a man and a woman, a black driver, and a white woman sitting in the co-pilot seat, both staring at the front with a cold face.

Locke guessed their identities in an instant. Although they were not wearing suits or sunglasses, judging from their expressions and behaviors, the two people were 100% FBI.

Black stewed eggs sent out this kind of stuff. No wonder they couldn’t catch the “doctor” all the time. They were exposed as soon as they were tested.

Locke was now also full of anger towards Hei Lu Dan. He knew that Hei Lu Dan wanted to catch the “doctor” through Johnny Dyson after plastic surgery, so even though he knew what Johnny Dyson looked like after plastic surgery, he did not take action and wanted to use Johnny Dyson to lure out the “doctor” again.

So, did the people under FBI surveillance know about Johnny Dyson’s assassination of him and Anna Davis this time?

These suspicions flashed through Locke’s mind. He stared coldly at the Ford Taurus in front of him. If the FBI could not give him an explanation this time, he would take it himself.

At this time, Anna Davis’ voice came out of the mobile phone on the co-pilot seat, “Locke, what’s the situation now? The north end of Burlington Street has been blocked. We are still 5 kilometers away from you. Don’t act rashly and wait for support…”

“Received, the Chevrolet Trailblazer is still in my sight…”

Locke’s heart tightened. If the road ahead is blocked, it may cause a traffic jam. If it is blocked, he will not be able to catch up with the Chevrolet Trailblazer.

He must kill Johnny Dyson before the support arrives.

Locke deliberately concealed the fact that he found out that the FBI was following him, because he planned to see if there was a chance to ask the FBI for some interest later.

If these two bastards clearly found Johnny Dyson holding a Barrett M82 and aiming at the Wilshire Police Department, but pretended not to see it, then they would have no way out.

Soon, the Raptor overtook the Ford Taurus in a suspicious look, and chased the Chevrolet Trailblazer in front.

500 meters…

200 meters…

80 meters…

50 meters…

Seeing that he was about to catch up, Locke’s eyes suddenly condensed, because he had seen the blockade set up by the LAPD 1,000 meters ahead.

Seven or eight police cars with flashing lights completely blocked the road, and the fully armed LAPD hid behind the car doors, ready for battle.

Locke’s heart was immediately tangled. In this situation, Johnny Dyson could not escape. If he chased him and shot him at this time, I’m afraid Anna Davis would not be able to save him.

Uh, no, the Chevrolet Trailblazer didn’t slow down.

Damn, it looks like this guy is going to crash through the checkpoint.

There’s still a chance!

Locke bit the Chevrolet Trailblazer tightly, and didn’t slow down, saying loudly: “Captain, the Chevrolet Trailblazer is going to crash through the checkpoint, please remind it to avoid it, apply for shoot fire, apply for shoot fire…”

Suddenly, Locke saw a militant wearing a hood emerging from the sunroof of the Chevrolet Trailblazer. This guy was holding an M136 AT4 rocket launcher in his hand, and he subconsciously released the accelerator.

M136 AT4 rocket launcher

“Damn, what is the fucking…”

Anna Davis asked anxiously: “What happened? Locke…”

The LAPD who intercepted it also found that the Trailblazer was going to crash through the checkpoint and the rocket launcher on the roof. Bullets rained down on the car, but the Trailblazer was very stable, and the people on the roof were also very stable.

“Swish!!!”

A flame spurted out, and a rocket was fired, flying towards the police car blocking the road in front.

Locke was distracted for a moment, and then calmed down in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the guy took out an M136 AT4 rocket launcher from the car and turned to face him.

Locke’s adrenaline surged instantly, and he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and crashed into the Chevrolet Trailblazer. The guy’s body suddenly tilted, and the rocket in his hand was thrown out.

“Bang!!!”

The moment the Raptor hit the Chevrolet Trailblazer, a louder sound came from the front.

“Boom!!!” ”

Then, Locke saw two police cars being blown up, flying seven or eight meters high, exactly like the scene in the movie.

The vehicle blockade that was originally blocked tightly was blown open with a gap, and the LAPD, which was fully armed and ready before, was also blown to pieces by the shock wave of the explosion, and the remains of police bodies appeared on the ground.

The whole world seemed to be silent at this moment, and the ruins of Ukraine were reproduced on the streets of Los Angeles at this moment.

Locke’s Raptor still bit the Chevrolet Trailblazer by inertia, running over the spike belt, the fragments of the police car, and the limbs of the police…

“They have a rocket launcher!!!”

After rushing through the gap, Locke seemed to regain consciousness and shouted loudly: “A police officer is injured, call an ambulance…”

Anna Davis’ trembling voice came from the phone, “Jesus , I saw it, Locke, stop the pursuit, stop the pursuit, hand it over to SWAT…” Locke subconsciously wanted to obey the order. The explosion scene just now was too terrifying. It was really beyond his ability to deal with. No matter how powerful he was, he could not resist the rocket launcher. It can be imagined that Johnny Dyson’s accomplices must be the remnants of the Copernicus organization. This is the true strength of the elite veterans of the US military. And it is obvious that Johnny Dyson’s Chevrolet Trailblazer should have been modified, and bulletproof glass and explosion-proof tires have been replaced. The Trailblazer was not affected at all after running over the spike belt, but Locke’s Raptor was already warning that the tire pressure of the BFGoodrich was insufficient. The modification was not thorough! Just when Locke was hesitant about whether to continue to follow, the person on the roof of the Trailblazer had stabilized his body. This time, he took out a Scar from the car and pointed it at Locke. SCAR Locke’s heart tightened instantly, and he subconsciously turned the steering wheel to the left to avoid it. The windshield kept banging, and white craters appeared. Look Seeing the bullets in the right windshield, Locke broke out in a cold sweat on his back. Fortunately, he dodged, otherwise these bullets would have hit the main driver’s side.

Thank you, brother-in-law, for not cutting corners. Otherwise, the bullets would have penetrated the windshield, and the consequences would have been disastrous.

Fuck you, you really think I’m Hello Kitty!

Since the windshield is bulletproof and reliable, Locke has a good idea in his heart. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed towards the Trailblazer again.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The windshield made a sound again The Raptor hit the Chevrolet Trailblazer again, and the gunman on the roof was knocked sideways again and couldn’t continue shooting.

At this moment, Locke used L4’s driving skills to the extreme, one foot on the brake and one foot on the accelerator, and the Raptor did a big tailspin, drifting forward horizontally, with the side of the car facing the Trailblazer.

Locke raised the Beretta 92F and faced the gunman on the roof of the Chevrolet Trailblazer, and bullets poured out from the window that had been lowered long ago.

Beretta 92F