Although he was aware of it, Sean obviously underestimated the unlucky situation he would encounter.
I just parked the truck on the side of the road, opened the driver's side door, and looked curiously at the sudden police sergeant in front of me. The latter nodded with a smile... quite polite, but he didn't look very competent, even in uniform.
No clothes, and no other police equipment. Also, when did the surrounding police stations start recruiting Asians as police officers?
There were many doubts, but the police car not far away could not be fake. Of course, the most important thing was that he did not think about anything else. Maybe the police sergeant happened to pass by while dealing with personal matters. Thinking like this, Sean felt that this
There was still room for negotiation, so I tried my best to smile sincerely: "Hi..."
God knows, he really just said hello and didn't do anything else. However, the next moment, an arm suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing the collar, and then his eyes were spinning. There was a loud bang, and his chest felt like a mark.
Heavy hammer, severe pain spread throughout the body, "Ah——"
I couldn't help but scream, I still had enough energy, but it was of course useless on this wilderness road with no village in front of me and no store behind me.
Let's have some food... The police chief who suddenly got angry, well, he is our Tang Dynasty boy's shoes. He looked down at the truck driver who was lying on the ground and struggling subconsciously, and blinked thoughtfully, as if he was an unlucky guy who didn't know what to do?
Realizing this, he retracted his hand that was familiarly reaching towards the latter's neck. After thinking about it, he took off the other person's belt and quickly wrapped it around his hands.
He stood up and ignored the confused truck driver. He took out a crowbar from the car and went around to the back of the truck. He banged, banged, banged, and violently removed the cabinet door and opened it. There were layers inside.
Long wooden boxes stacked in layers filled the space, leaving only a narrow unloading channel in the middle.
There was a faint scent of kiwi fruit lingering in my nose. I pried open a box and swept away the sawdust stuffing covering it. Sure enough, I saw several bottles of valuable wine, but it was obviously not just wine. On the right
The box has a brandy letter logo printed on it, and there are many other kinds of alcohol. Overall, this is a truck for transporting high-end alcohol.
However, is this really the case?
Obviously this is not the case. The Tang Dynasty could not have come all the way from China just to rob a wine truck. He walked deep inside the container, sniffed, then pried open a box, opened the wooden lid, and didn't know what to look at.
When he saw something, he raised his eyebrows as expected, pursed his lips and whistled.
A few minutes later, Tang Chao jumped down from the car door. He didn't close the car door, but just closed it. At this time, Sean had climbed up from the ground and sat up, but it was obvious that he still didn't understand what happened. He looked confused and heard the movement.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Tang Chao, who was striding towards him with a crowbar in hand. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he kicked his legs back in fear.
"No, no, no... Sir, we don't know each other..."
"That was before. Now, you have seen my face." Tang Chao shrugged noncommittally.
"No, no, I'm face blind, really... I can't remember, help..."
"You have to remember!" This was indeed an ordinary person. Tang Chao didn't have the time to scare people for fun. He squatted down and looked at Xiao En, who closed his eyes and turned his head for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not kidding! Now, open your eyes
Eyes, look at me, try to remember my appearance..."
"Uh..." Sean opened his eyes in response and stared blankly at the handsome face in front of him. Although there were considerable differences in aesthetics between the East and the West, he had to admit that this was indeed a handsome and charming man.
"This matter will not end so easily. Someone will come to you, maybe the police, or maybe some other guys. No matter who it is, remember, don't hide it, just answer the questions they ask honestly, that way you can
Maybe there is still a chance to survive, do you understand?"
"Ming, I understand...what exactly is going on?"
"It has nothing to do with you. The more you know, the less good it will be for you. That's it, goodbye!"
After saying that, he patted his shoulder. Tang Chao didn't care whether the truck driver in front of him really understood or just responded subconsciously. Anyway, the opportunity had been given. Whether he could seize it and survive in the end, that was not the case.
He can control it now, so he won't care... He stood up, took out a suitcase from the car and threw it into the cab of the truck. Then he jumped in, closed the door, started the car, and dusted
Flying, just drive away.
It was only then that Sean, who was sitting on the ground, realized what was going on. It seemed like... he had been robbed? He turned around and looked at the police car parked aside. Well, that might not be accurate. It should be.
It was the two parties who changed cars and started driving...
I don’t know what kind of binding technique the other party used. After nearly ten minutes, Sean, who was almost exhausted, relied on brute force to tear off the belt. By the way, this belt was given to him by his wife on his 35th birthday today.
The gift was said to be authentic cowhide. Sean didn't believe it before, but now he believes it...
At this time, the truck had naturally disappeared from his sight. Fortunately, the other party did not search him. He immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but the next moment Sean couldn't help but be confused. Of course he should call the police, but the key is how to
What about calling the police and saying that you were robbed by the police?
In his daze, an unusual crashing sound reached his ears. He turned his head subconsciously and was stunned again. He walked over step by step and came to the blue and white police car. He looked at the blue plastic strips on the body shell fluttering in the wind and raised his hands in despair.
With a tearing sound, a large piece was pulled off, including the police logo 'POLICE'... It is a very economical and practical disguise, and the layout only requires two rolls of tape at most...
Fake police car?
This is for sure, but this description is not entirely accurate, because there is still some technical content in it.
The French have always been loyal to domestic brands when choosing cars. When it comes to the selection of police cars, they are also keen on their own models. As the largest automobile manufacturer in France, Peugeot 308 has become the most common police car in France. In addition, Renault and Citroen
There are also many brands of police cars. Well, by the way, when someone borrowed a car in Marseille, he chose Renault...
Professionalism makes a career, details determine everything.
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Half an hour later, in a small town near the port, across the street from the Municipal Police Department, several news vehicles belonging to different agencies arrived unexpectedly, and they unexpectedly encountered each other at the intersection.
"Damn it, why is that hunting dog here?"
"Perhaps you should look to our left. That is the interview car of World News Media... Obviously, the informant not only notified our family, but it seems that it is impossible to do an exclusive report."
"Shit! What to do now?"
"What else can we do? Let's go down and say hello and see if they have any inside information."
A few minutes later, several more colleagues arrived one after another, and a total of more than 20 camera reporters sat in the roadside cafe. While looking absently at the police building outside the glass display window, they turned back to talk to their colleagues.
They looked at each other, the atmosphere was somewhat strange and awkward.
Fortunately, not all colleagues are competitors. After a short silence, those who are familiar with each other chatted with each other. There is no temptation. They are all smart guys who don't let go of rabbits. Of course, there is no need for this. Now
The situation was obvious. Everyone had received the message with unknown meaning. It only vaguely revealed that there would be big news in front of the police building. No one knew how specific it was.
After waiting for about ten minutes, everything on the street was as usual. Finally, a middle-aged reporter couldn't help but raise his mobile phone: "Guys, I just called my friend who works in the police. According to him, the man in front of us
Nothing happened in this building, it was just a normal Wednesday, this was a damn prank, we got played!"
"This is also the case with the channel news I learned here."
"But the key is that the other party did not call through the channel hotline, but on each of our personal mobile phones... I don't think this is a joke, otherwise where did he get our numbers?"
"Don't be naive, man, this is the 21st century and our contact information is all on social networking sites. You can always find it if you take a moment."
That's true. Everyone present looked hesitant, but no one took the initiative to leave the cafe. What if? Sometimes catching the news is like this. Being more patient will yield unexpected rewards.
The middle-aged reporter who made the first suggestion couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed the table and stood up, striding towards the door.
"Ha, you just wait here, I have to try my luck elsewhere..." As he said this, he pushed open the wooden door of the cafe. At this moment, panic and noise suddenly came from outside, and everyone turned their heads.
, in shock, I saw a heavy truck rushing through the traffic lights from south to north at the intersection!
Fortunately, the traffic lights had just changed, and pedestrians on both sides of the street had not yet had time to step onto the zebra crossing, otherwise a major accident would have occurred. Even so, the heavy truck, which had obviously stepped on the accelerator, still rushed across the intersection with an unstoppable force, making a loud bang.
, easily knocked aside the traffic on both sides, and then passed by the glass display window of the cafe, rushing straight towards the police building opposite——
Boom, half of the guard box disappeared, the wooden railings flew out high, and an elderly policeman in uniform sat on a chair, instantly exposed to the sunlight, holding a newspaper in his hand, seemingly leisurely, maybe in his
There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of me, but of course it was gone now. As if in slow motion, I slowly put down the newspaper, turned my head stiffly, and stared blankly at the heavy truck that rushed straight to the main entrance of the building...
Violent roars and collisions, harsh and distorted screams of terror, and in just a short moment, the calm on the street was broken.
Unlike the outside, there was a dead silence in the cafe. More than a dozen reporters and cameramen stared at this scene with wide eyes, and the sound of heavy breathing could be heard one after another. Although the whole process happened under their noses, this change happened so suddenly that they were stunned for a moment.
Finally came to his senses
"Wow - God -"
"This...is really big news!"
"Traffic accident...doesn't count? Oh, it's hard to say. It just depends on whether there are casualties...So, this is a deliberate attack, targeting the police?"
"No! Look at that truck. Something fell from the back. That's..."
In the midst of the discussion, someone with sharp eyes finally noticed something unusual. In front of the police building, the white-gas truck accidentally hit the front door, and the whole front of the truck sank in. Of course, this is not the point, the point is.
Beside the open back door of the container, countless boxes were shaken out and knocked to the ground. Scattered on the ground were broken glass, wine-red liquid, sawdust filling, several thick military green steel pipes, and other things...
If the military green thick barrel is not easy to identify, then the guy lying on the side consisting of a slender gun body, a steel base and several yellow-orange bullet belts is easy to identify. A little boy can even call it out.
That was clearly a heavy machine gun! In addition, there were several boxes that were not completely shattered, but the flickering metallic luster could be seen faintly in the gaps...
"Are these things... real?" The reporter who asked this question had a flushed face and his voice was trembling. He couldn't help but be excited. This is definitely big news!
"It's true. I just retired from the Army's 3rd Infantry Regiment last year... The Browning-M2HB heavy machine gun has a caliber of 12.7 mm. This is a terrifying guy that can tear apart armor. And that's..." the cameraman who spoke
The teacher almost murmured in a sleepy tone, "Portable Stinger anti-aircraft missile activation device? Oh, and there are three rounds of live ammunition, no, six rounds... God, is there going to be a war..."
"Stop talking, man! Come on, pick up the camera, show your professionalism, and get a promotion and a salary increase today. Come on!"