Chapter 795 - Suspicious Vehicle, FBI Agents?
Chapter 795: Suspicious Vehicle, FBI Agents?
“Suspicious target detected,” Selina alerted him.
Luke looked at the surveillance feed and saw a Chevrolet SUV parked on the west side of the venue.
The Chevrolet didn’t enter the parking lot, nor did it leave. It was a little far from the entrance to the parking lot, in an area where most people wouldn’t be.
At this distance, it was outside the danger zone of the explosives in the parking lot.
At the same time, the drone also detected that the car had been modified to block out heat source detection. The windows were also dark, and the people inside couldn’t be seen at all.
Thinking quickly, Luke said, “Get two teams of patrol officers to investigate the people in the car. Tell our guys to be vigilant, in case the people inside open fire.”
It didn’t matter if the Chevrolet ran off; what the police most liked to see was the backs of suspects.
Even though it might be a little heavy-handed, it was better to make a mistake than to let a lead go.
This was a big concert, and the police department had mobilized a lot of police officers; it would be a waste not to use them.
Luke waited patiently outside the venue. In less than two minutes, two patrol cars with their sirens blaring sped toward the suspicious Chevrolet on the west side.
He frowned. Selina and Gold Nugget were also in one of the police cars.
“Have the patrol officers check it out. Take out your gun and stand guard by the car. Don’t go forward,” he instructed Selina.
In a situation like this, it wasn’t wise for the police officers to approach the other car in a group. If they split up and hemmed the car in, it would feel very oppressive for the people inside the Chevrolet.
The two patrol cars stopped in strategic positions.
One car blocked the road in front of the Chevrolet.
When the second car passed the Chevrolet, it suddenly turned around to circle behind the Chevrolet so that the latter was flanked on both ends.
The police car in the front was about eight meters away from the Chevrolet SUV.
The police car at the back stopped at the end of the road, and the two cars were at different angles.
Two officers got out of the police car at the back. At Selina’s instruction, they didn’t step forward, but simply opened the front doors as cover and raised their guns.
They were holding M4A1s, not pistols.
Selina leaned on the back of the angled car with a Remington shotgun that she had just gotten from the other officers.
In a range of ten meters, this gun was even more intimidating than a rifle.
The two patrol officers who got out in front of the Chevrolet didn’t go forward either. They hid behind the front doors with their guns as well.
The officer in the passenger seat pulled out a megaphone and shouted, “LAPD. xxxxxxx Chevrolet, listen up: Open your doors slowly and step out of the vehicle with your hands. Prepare to be searched.”
The two people in the Chevrolet traded stunned looks before they frowned.
After a brief silence, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat said, “Let’s go.”
The young Caucasian driver asked calmly, “It won’t be a problem?”
The middle-aged man replied indifferently, “Hehe, don’t worry. We’re here to investigate a case!”
The young man didn’t say anything else and got out.
In front of the muzzles of several guns, both of them were very calm, which made the patrol officers tense up. They immediately shouted, “Get down! Hands over your head and lie on the ground!”
The middle-aged man smiled and opened a leather wallet with his badge. “FBI. How can I help you, officer?”
Stunned for a moment, the two officers behind the Chevrolet couldn’t help but look at Selina.
Selina, on the other hand, was as calm as ever. She was still focused on the two people and didn’t move her gun away.
She was still the L.A. Knee Breaker, and was now on duty with a LAPD badge!
During this interlude, one of the patrol officers finally went up to check their IDs. They even confirmed their IDs and numbers with the front desk, but didn’t find anything wrong.
The officer was a little embarrassed, but still asked, “Hello, Agent Garrett and Agent Ward. May I ask what you’re doing here?”
The middle-aged man still had that unconcerned smile on his face as he casually put his badge back into his wallet. “We’re investigating a case. You know what it’s like, right?”
Of course the patrol officers knew.
The local police department didn’t like FBI agents meddling in their cases and vice-versa.
If it wasn’t necessary, they definitely wouldn’t tell each other the details of their work.
The officer returned and gave Selina a questioning look.
She simply nodded and waited for the police car in front to turn around before she put away her shotgun and returned to the police car.
Watching the two patrol cars leave, the middle-aged man asked with great interest, “Did you notice the female detective?”
The young man asked, “The one who kept her gun pointed at us?”
The middle-aged man opened the car door and sat down. “That woman was their commander, and she’s very vigilant. If we disposed of these police officers just now, she would’ve opened fire immediately, so don’t be too impulsive.”
“If we had attacked earlier, she would have been the first person I kill,” the young man said calmly as he closed the car door.
The middle-aged man shrugged. “But that would be too risky. There’s no need for that, right?”
At that moment, his phone rang. He checked his phone and was stunned. “Huh?”
The young man asked, “What’s wrong?”
The middle-aged man frowned. “The launch command has been issued, but the other side didn’t receive a signal. Check the surveillance feed on the bomb.”
The young man operated the console, and on the screen appeared… darkness.
“There’s no image. Did the surveillance cam on the bomb malfunction?” The young man frowned.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and was about to say something, when he saw a Ford van drive out of the parking lot slowly and then stop on the other side of the road before remaining still.
Right now, the van was facing the Chevrolet, and the front windows were all rolled up.
While the windows of both vehicles were tinted black so that they couldn’t see each other, the three people in the two vehicles were indeed looking at each other.
In the Chevrolet, the faces of the two men were a little black at first before they turned green.
Thinking quickly, the middle-aged man said decisively, “Cancel the plan and retreat.”
The young man promptly changed gears, but he still waited for more than ten seconds before he started driving and gradually picked up speed like a normal car would as they drew further away from the Ford van.
Both of them couldn’t help but heave sighs of relief when they saw that the van didn’t move in the rearview mirror.
Other people might not know what was inside the Ford van, but they did.
The young man had personally manufactured the bomb in the van, and it was the middle-aged man who had delivered it to some organization.
The message which the middle-aged man had just received was from another person who was in charge of activating the bomb, who let them know that the timer had been started.