Chapter 1062 Street Raid
Just as Jack hung up the phone, Danny Reagan got out of a police car and waved at everyone.
This guy had been "corrupted" by some people recently, and his family's financial situation had improved a lot. Linda finally replaced his old work suit and leather shoes with new ones, but he still wore his tweed hat.
The newly established security company of Shangri-La Group offered Danny a part-time consulting job. In addition to an annual salary comparable to his income in NYPD, he also received a small dividend every year.
For this matter, Jack talked with his father, Chief Reagan, several times. Even though he threatened to withdraw Shangri-La's promise to donate at least $500,000 to NYPD every year, this stubborn Irishman still did not give in.
In the end, it was his eldest daughter-in-law, Danny's wife Linda, and daughter Irene, who persuaded him together, and Chief Reagan finally nodded reluctantly.
Danny's character was reckless. Although he was rough and delicate, he was a good detective, but his sharp edges were too sharp and not suitable for mixing in the officialdom.
Although the Reagan family has produced two chiefs, even Danny himself has never thought of inheriting his father's business, after all, the NYPD is not run by his family.
Frank Reagan will retire one day, and he must leave a way out for his eldest son. In fact, it was not Linda and Irene who really convinced him, but Jack who slightly revealed some of the relationship between the Shangri-La Group and a new senator.
In a few decades, the Reagan family may have a third NYPD chief. That person may not be Danny Reagan, but James Reagan, who is still a street patrolman today.
Danny obviously didn't know the FBI's plan, and was a little surprised to see the people in the wanted criminal team. Although he knew that this was a joint operation between the NYPD and the FBI, he didn't know much about the relationship between the International Department and Jack and others.
"Since you are responsible for the escort, isn't it a bit redundant for the old man to send out the ESU?"
This guy came up and flattered a little, making all the FBI smile.
"We were also arrested to help. It's still your job before we get on the plane." Jack said as he observed the NYPD's configuration.
This time, Chief Reagan dispatched a large force. In addition to the six police cars that protected the ESU armored vehicle in the middle of the convoy, there were eight motorcycles responsible for clearing the way along the way, and a police helicopter hovering in the sky.
While everyone was chatting, the ESU armored vehicle had slowly driven out of the prison. The sharp-eyed Jack saw that the two North Korean visitors and the director of the International Department, Jon Michaels, got into a Suburban with a diplomatic license plate and followed the convoy.
Danny hurriedly ran to the police car he had driven, and the team members also got in their cars. Clay drove the Suburban in front and Jack drove the Yukon River in the back.
There are only a few ways to leave the island from Manhattan. The convoy chose the Brooklyn Bridge route as originally planned. There was no talk in the first half of the journey, but when it was almost to the bridge, there was a sudden traffic jam at an intersection.
"Danny, what's the problem?" The two cars of the wanted criminal team were following behind and couldn't see the road conditions clearly. Jubal, who was sitting in the passenger seat of Clay, picked up the intercom and asked Danny, who was leading the way.
The latter's voice on the intercom was a little distorted, but the confusion in his tone could still be heard, "I don't know. More than a dozen protesters suddenly appeared at the intersection, holding banners and slogans. They looked like Koreans."
Jack's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he heard the conversation in the channel. XX (not allowed to write, understand it yourself) The two countries have not officially restored diplomatic relations at the moment, and extradition is a secret diplomatic action. Where did these protesters come from?
Could it be that the South Korean side deliberately leaked it? They may have a motive, but who gave them the courage?
Thinking of the familiar face of the two North Korean visitors, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart. Jack grabbed the intercom and pressed the call button.
"Danny, something is wrong. Tell the armored vehicle to back up and let us lead the way."
"Are you sure? Our people have dispersed them. It seems that there is nothing to ask."
Before Danny finished speaking, the channel suddenly became silent. The next moment, a huge explosion sounded in front, followed by dense gunfire.
Turn the minute hand of the clock back a few circles.
The long convoy led by NYPD motorcycles was smooth on the crowded streets of Manhattan. Whenever it approached an intersection, the front-mounted police would stop the traffic on both sides and let the convoy pass.
But when the convoy came to the last intersection before the Brooklyn Bridge, it had to stop because a group of Asian-looking guys came out from nowhere, holding various incomprehensible slogans and ran to the middle of the road and shouted loudly in Korean.
"Damn it, get out of here." The two groups of mounted police accompanying the convoy on both sides of the convoy quickly turned the accelerator and drove the guys forward.
Fortunately, the other side was not large in number. After several mounted police officers got off the car and handcuffed the two loudest ones, the others immediately threw away the banners in their hands and fled.
However, the matter was not over yet. While the mounted police were busy dealing with these protesters, a homeless man wearing a dirty blanket and pushing a supermarket cart staggered onto the sidewalk and walked towards the police car that was leading the way.
Danny was sitting in the passenger seat of the police car. At this time, he just retracted his head from the car window, holding the walkie-talkie in his hand and reporting the situation to the back, "Our people have dispersed them."
While speaking, he stretched out his hand out of the window and waved, signaling the mounted policeman next to him to take the homeless man away quickly, but the next scene made his hair stand on end.
The homeless man, who seemed to have a clumsy leg, pushed the cart in his hand forward and ran away. The cart, which was also covered with a piece of rag, hit the front of the police car with a slight sound.
Danny's brain had not yet fully realized what had happened, but this scene instantly awakened his instincts developed when he served overseas.
At the moment when he subconsciously lowered his head, the cart exploded, and the fragments and broken glass instantly took the lives of the mounted policeman and the police officer driving the car.
At the same time, the homeless man who was bending over and fleeing to the side of the road lifted the dirty blanket on his body, revealing an Uzi submachine gun underneath, and fired wildly at several mounted policemen at the intersection.
A long box truck that was originally parked at the left intersection suddenly started, directly shifted to the first gear and knocked away the mounted police motorcycle parked at the intersection, and then hit the front of the police car where Danny was.
The police car was knocked sideways and flew several meters away. The long truck body directly blocked the entire intersection.
The side door in the middle of the truck compartment was suddenly opened, and several smoke bombs were thrown out. Then four or five gunmen wearing gas masks and holding various automatic weapons jumped out of the compartment and fired wildly at the police cars behind and the pedestrians on both sides of the street.