Lucy looked around cautiously. This was already southern Texas. The tall cacti and rusty road signs gave people a sense of desolate road movies. It was very safe, and there was not even a car within sight.
None.
"Frank, it's me." Lucy said, "Is it okay to talk?"
"Convenience, where are you? Are you safe?" Frank was very concerned. He stood up with the phone and walked into the inner room. The Sheriff's Office in the small town was just a small house with offices outside and cells inside.
At that time, there were two bored ranchers drinking coffee in the office.
"Frank, listen, you may have heard what the New York police said about me. That's not the truth. We killed in self-defense," Lucy said.
Frank was stunned for a moment. He had heard Lucy's mother tell her about the case in New York, but she only said it was a suspected kidnapping, but did not mention murder.
"I'm still twenty miles from town." Lucy continued, "I came here with a friend. He needs to go to Mexico, but he has no documents. Frank, can you help? Please."
"I think I can help." Frank thought for a while and said, "It's much more convenient to go to Mexico than to the United States, but I am very interested in your friend. If he is a fugitive..."
"He is not a fugitive. He is being hunted by foreign agents. We can't explain clearly on the phone. Let's talk about it when we get there. You must keep it a secret and don't tell anyone." Lucy hung up the phone. Over there, Liu Handong filled up the tank with gasoline.
People get in the car and continue moving.
Frank is a little confused. He is a simple western redneck, whose life is monotonous and boring, and he is not interested in external affairs. Although Lucy is his stepdaughter, she has feelings as much as a biological child. Now it seems that Lucy is falling into
It's a big trouble. As a father, he should take action.
There was the roar of a large-displacement car engine outside. When I went out, I saw that it was indeed the case. The car had a New York license plate. Three people got out of the car, two white people and one Asian man, all wearing dark suits.
, wearing sunglasses and looking very proud.
"?" said the leading guy, "We are federal agents from New York. My name is James. We are here for Lucy's case."
He took out the ID and shook it. Frank glanced at it and realized it must be genuine.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Frank didn't shake hands with him. He clasped his hands on both sides of his armed belt and stood on the steps of the Sheriff's Office, looking down at these well-dressed guys from New York.
James looked up and said, "Has Lucy contacted you?"
"No." Frank hesitated for half a second, but decided to lie. He was not going to throw away the FBI. This was his territory. He was the attorney general, and he had the final say on who was guilty.
"If you have any news, please notify me in time, okay?" James handed over a business card. The well-printed business card had the FBI badge on it, and the title was Deputy Director of Special Agents.
"Of course." Frank put away the business card and looked at the Escalade: "It's a pretty good car."
"Yes, 400 horsepower." Agent James smiled reservedly, "It runs as powerfully as a bull."
"It may not be useful in the wild, it's only suitable for driving on roads." Frank spat disdainfully.
James smiled and said, "Maybe. We drove for two days without taking a break. Is it okay to have a meal here? Which restaurant is better."
Frank pointed: "That's the only one."
There was only one restaurant in the town, selling hamburgers, cola, fried chicken wings and the like. There was no other choice. Several federal agents parked their cars in front of the Sheriff's Office, entered the restaurant and ordered a bunch of food while eating.
Chat, they were quite vigilant, there was still one person in the car, and the engine was not turned off.
Frank turned around and called back the number Lucy had just called, but there was no one there. It was just a gas station not far away.
Twenty miles will arrive soon. If Lucy and his friends meet these suit men from New York, they may have some trouble. Frank was very anxious. After thinking for a while, he opened the gun cabinet and took out a Remington shotgun.
, went out and got into his truck, roaring away. There was only one way here, he was going to meet Lucy.
In the restaurant, the agents saw Frank driving away, exchanged glances with each other, dropped the food in unison, put a bill on the table, and rushed out the door. The driver of the Escalade immediately drove over after seeing this.
The four of them got into the car and No. 5 gave the order: "Follow the Sheriff's car and don't get too close."
Number 2 said: "Don't worry, I have put a tracker on his car."
Ten minutes later, Frank glanced at the rearview mirror inadvertently. On the dusty road, there seemed to be a car following him. It was far away, but he could still tell it was the black Escalade.
These slickers, Frank spat viciously out of the open window, turned the steering wheel and got off the roadbed, running wildly on the gravel. He was driving a four-wheel drive truck, a Ford from the 1990s, which was getting stronger with age.
It has high horsepower and can walk on any surface as if it were flat.
The Escalade did not follow, but wisely stopped on the side of the road.
Frank sneered, took a big turn and continued on the road. In the distance, the sky was full of dust and smoke, and a dusty pickup truck came from the east. Frank picked up the telescope and looked at it. The steam on the ground caused the picture to be distorted, but he could tell that it was not
Texas license plate.
It must have been Lucy. Frank pulled over, pulled out his revolver, opened the hammer, put it back into the holster, and stood on the side of the road with his hands on his hips.
"It's Frank!" Lucy in the Ford pickup screamed in surprise, pointing at the tower-like man wearing a cowboy hat dancing in the distant sunset, "It's cool, isn't it."
"Yes." Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief. Victory was in sight. Once he arrived in Mexico, he would be free to fly. At least he wouldn't have to worry about being constrained by U.S. law enforcement agencies.
After driving forward for a while, the pickup truck stopped, and Lucy jumped out, threw herself at Frank, and hung on him very intimately.
"Okay Lucy, introduce your friends." Frank put his daughter down and stared at the people in the car.
Liu Handong got out of the car, wearing an M9 casually around his waist. He nodded and said hello: "Hi, Mr. Jackson."
Frank didn't like any people of color and ignored Liu Handong.
"How about sending my friend across the border now? His name is Li Ang and he is Chinese." Lucy was nervous. "We are being chased by very powerful people. Maybe they will chase us here, but Frank, you
You will teach them a lesson, right."
"Of course, I'll kick their butts." Frank laughed, and couldn't help but think of the guys in the Escalade. As FBI agents, there seemed to be more Asians in this team.
A mile away, Number Three was hiding behind a dune, observing with a telescope.
"Target found, No. 5, please take action."
"Kill him." No. 5 ordered coldly,
No. 1 took out the sniper rifle and checked it with a rangefinder: "No, the distance is too far and the hit rate is not high."
"Fight when you get close. Don't conflict with the local police." No. 5 said.
No. 4 said carelessly: "If you are afraid of hair, if you dare to get in the way, you will be killed. These Western red necks are all racists and deserve to be killed."
On the side of the highway, Frank touched Lucy's hair: "What's the matter with the injury on your head?"
"It doesn't matter, there was a Chinese who wanted to scalp me, but he was killed by Li Ang in the end." Lucy urged, "Let's go to the border now, okay."
The US-Mexico border is not that easy to cross. Although it is a desolate desert, there are power grids and trenches, as well as ubiquitous cameras and sensors. As long as there are cars or people approaching, the police will be called, and the patrol police will arrive in minutes. Of course, the main thing is
It is to prevent smugglers and drug traffickers from Mexico. There are very few people smuggling from the United States to Mexico.
Frank shook his head: "In my territory, illegal crossing of the border is not allowed." Seeing Lucy pouting, he added: "But I can send your friend through the port and cross the border legally."
After saying that, he got into the truck and asked Lucy to get in.
"You follow us." Frank shouted to Liu Handong.
Liu Handong got in the truck, started it, and followed the truck.
In the distance, the agents missed the opportunity and hurriedly got into the car to catch up. No. 3 said: "How about we cross the border and then take action when we get to Mexico. This can avoid a lot of trouble."
No. 4 said impatiently: "What trouble are you afraid of? This is what we do. How can we complete the task by looking forward and backward? Chase them all up and kill them all. They will be clean and tidy and no one will be able to find out."
No. 5 pondered for a moment and decided to follow No. 4's suggestion. Completing the task was the first priority. Killing innocent people or causing trouble should not be a consideration for him.
On the truck, Frank asked about the details of Leon, and Lucy introduced the background of the story in the simplest terms. Frank knew in his heart that this Leon might have been carrying some secret agents, fled to the United States, and was hunted down by the intelligence agencies of his motherland.
Lucy just had the misfortune to get involved.
"After sending him to Mexico, you must return to New York." Frank said, "The New York police will find out the truth."
"I know." Lucy answered vaguely. In fact, she also wanted to go to Mexico.
Frank habitually glanced at the rearview mirror. The pickup truck with Mississippi license plates was following him like a shadow. The road behind him was still filled with smoke and dust. The ghostly Escalade followed him.
Liu Handong also discovered the Escalade. The appearance of a car with a New York license plate on the US-Mexico border only meant one thing. When the pursuers arrived, no matter if they were FBI detectives or Chinese agents, he would not be captured without mercy. He had nothing to lose.
The only thing I have is freedom.
Frank braked suddenly and pulled over to the side. Liu Handong passed him and stopped too. He put his head out and looked at Frank with questioning eyes.
"You and Lucy are waiting for me in front." Frank said.
Lucy got out of the car and hurried over to get into the pickup truck.
Frank reversed the truck and laid it across the road, took a Remington five-rounder, loaded it with a click, and stood behind the truck to prepare.
"You can't beat them, they have automatic weapons." Liu Handong advised kindly.
"Boy, this is my territory." Frank pointed to the badge on his chest carelessly, "I have the final say, understand."
Liu Handong said nothing more, stepped on the accelerator and left.
Escalade, the agents took out their submachine guns, loaded them, turned on the safety, and put on their bulletproof vests.