Chapter 124 Suspicious Ford Pickup Truck

"10-L-11, suspect deceased, shooting requesting notification of duty commander."

Dispatch Center: "Received. Time of death of the suspect?"

York calmly put away his Beretta 92FS pistol and said, "The time of death is 20:58."

Dispatch Center: "Received, notifying the on-duty commander."

This was a shooting case, and the patrol officer was the principal offender, so the normal procedure was to notify the on-duty commander no matter what.

Yorks looked again at Mr. Williams, who had his head lowered in front of him, and turned away.

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At this time, York was leaning on the hood of the Explorer patrol car he was driving, smoking a cigarette and looking at the dark apartment building in front of him, silent.

Ante and his team had already put up a cordon outside the apartment, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving to avoid damage to the scene.

In order to collect evidence and conduct on-site inspection, people from the Forensic Science Department and the Police Inspectorate had already arrived.

He took this cigarette from Angte. Angte looked very surprised at the time, but didn't say anything. He just took out a half-pack of cigarettes and threw it to him, leaving a message.

"We'll take care of this, you take a rest first."

York exhaled a puff of smoke. He was neither worried nor troubled, because in essence this matter had nothing to do with Mr. Williams or him at all.

He just wanted to smoke.

"well,"

York couldn't help but take a deep breath, remembering the scene of Mr. Williams sitting there waiting for him.

He was actually thinking, if he had been the one who caught the group of children or was in charge of the case of the elderly person living alone, would he have been able to handle it better?

A man like him, once he swallows his pride and sets out his lineup, in terms of money, connections, and background, that group of lawless kids combined probably still can't beat him.

Even though they are minors, he has plenty of ways to discipline these people so that they don't think they are the best in the world and become more and more arrogant, which eventually leads to what happened tonight.

A puff of smoke was exhaled, and footsteps were heard behind York, as well as Davos' voice.

"Yorks, do you want to go back to the police station and take a rest?"

Davos, the duty commander, has arrived.

Yorks looked back at Davos, who was wearing a uniform that represented his status as a superintendent.

"Leave it to us." Davos smiled at York, who had quit smoking but suddenly started smoking again. He looked at the crime scene in front of him and asked nothing.

"You go back to the police station first. Of course, the relevant report still needs to be written. After all, we also need to understand what is happening here."

Yorks threw away his cigarette butt, stepped forward with his right foot, stood up and said, "Yes! Sir! I understand!"

Davos nodded and looked away from the crime scene. "Before that, I need to ask you two more questions to make sure you are awake. You have been through a lot and should understand what I mean."

Yorks nodded.

"So! Now tell me, when you fired the machine gun, in which direction or position did you hit which part of the suspect?" Davos said seriously, just looking at York.

"One shot, in front of the main gate, between the eyebrows." York said calmly.

Davos nodded and patted York's shoulder: "OK! You go back to the police station now. I don't need to tell you the rest, right?"

York smiled. He had no idea how many times he had experienced this kind of thing, so of course he didn't need to do that.

The first time he did it, he still needed his instructor to guide and help him complete the investigation procedures.

"Yes, sir," York said.

"Go back and have a good rest." Davos walked past York. He wanted to understand the situation here first and make sure what York said was true.

"Yes! Sir!"

Yorks watched him go and continued walking towards the Explorer patrol car he was driving. If it was when he was still a rookie, the person who sent him back would be the long-retired training instructor.

If he had not become a training officer, the person who would have sent him back would have been his partner, Taribo, who was currently working the day shift.

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Sitting in the Explorer patrol car, York took another look at the apartment building in front of him, pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator to drive towards the West Canyon Police Station.

Through this opportunity, he has finally found his direction.

"It was decided to be the Robbery-Homicide Division."

York looked calm. He no longer wanted to wait another month.

When the investigation is finished, he will tell Olha his answer.

The light from the street lamp shone on York's face, creating mottled light and shadow.

Under the light and shadow, there was a face so calm that it was expressionless.

Under his control, the Explorer patrol car merged into the traffic flow, and when it reached an intersection, it turned into a lane with few cars.

"But before that, I have to deal with something. Tonight really has everything going on."

York glanced at the rearview mirror. He left the apartment building and went to the intersection to merge into the traffic flow. The pickup truck behind him appeared in his field of vision.

This is a Ford F-Series, which is considered one of the best pickup trucks in Liberty's mind.

Until now, he has deliberately turned several intersections, and the Ford pickup truck is still following him.

"This tracking technology is really too crude."

York calmly gave the owner of the car a bad review.

The probability of finding the same road after passing several intersections and meeting other people going in the same direction is pitifully low.

"They should go around behind other cars, or just hang far away."

For some reason, Yorks also remembered what the West Coast Wolf Clan, the Albanian gang and Ulisse had reminded him of.

Looking at the intersection ahead, at this moment, the traffic light above is turning from green to red.

The York driver could only slow down and prepare to stop in front of the sidewalk.

But just as he was staring at the corner of his eye, the Ford pickup truck suddenly accelerated.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

York glanced at the red light ahead, and suddenly he knew what the other party was trying to do.

"Scam, seduction?"

If they wanted to launch a sneak attack, they could have done so at the intersection ahead. There was no need to wait until now before taking action.

So there is only one other possibility.

At this moment, as if to verify York's idea, the accelerating Ford pickup truck rushed to the rear of the Explorer patrol police car and quickly got close to it.

At this moment, York had already unbuckled his seat belt and was ready for everything.

After all, what he thought of in his mind was just a guess. Things are ever-changing, and his guess may not be accurate.

No matter what the other party is going to do, the first thing to do is to remove the restrictions on himself, so that once something happens suddenly, he can quickly open the door and get out of the car and use the police car as a protective shelter.

But things happened exactly as he had thought.

The Ford pickup truck that was approaching did not stop beside the police car, and then several gunmen appeared and shot at him.
Instead, he continued to drive forward, directly smashing the rearview mirror outside the police car, and continued to accelerate towards the intersection where the traffic light was still red.

(End of this chapter)