Chapter 70 Collision

Kino realized it later and pulled open the cordon and followed.

"I'll drive!"

York was driving very fast. His walkie-talkie was still ringing with the dispatch center's instructions, but he had already opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat of the Chevrolet Caprice.

This reinforcement mission is not issued to individuals, but the dispatch center directly notifies York based on the situation at the scene and the special arrangements of the detective team.

Because the dispatch center knows York's strength better than anyone else.

Of course, it wasn't just York who went to provide reinforcements. Other colleagues also rushed over, constantly notifying through the intercom.

Kino hurriedly sat in the passenger seat, turned on the sirens and police lights sensibly, and grabbed the safety handle by the door, ready to withstand the impending push on his back.

hum!
York had already started the Chevrolet Caprice and drove towards the destination with a roar.

Fortunately, he had taken a tour this morning and knew where the place was, so there was no need for the dispatch center to forward the map to the police car's notebook.

The departure of the Chevrolet Caprice, accompanied by sirens and police lights, made everyone present realize that something big had happened.

"We're not going over?" Valeria, standing inside the cordon, listened to various emergency reports on the intercom and looked at Taribo who didn't care.

"Have we been notified?" Taribo asked.

“Maintaining the site is what we should do now.”

"Uh" Valeria opened her mouth.
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". Suspect found, code 246 (Shooting at inhabited dwelling) shooting occurred."

"10-A-3, suspect spotted running! He's heading in the direction of Trilly Street!"

".Codename 10-29v, the suspect is driving a Toyota 86!"

"15-A-6, Code 100 ready to intercept."

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During the report, Kino couldn't help but get nervous. He tightly grasped the safety handle by the door and subconsciously looked at York who was driving. However, he found that York was as calm as ever, so calm that he felt relieved.

As if he had noticed something, York glanced at Kino, then judged the situation based on the information on the walkie-talkie, drifted at the intersection, and drove towards the destination.

He did not go directly to No. 568, Korenweik Street District, but moved to another direction based on the information from his colleagues to determine the direction in which the suspect might escape.

hum!
The police car with sirens and lights on was particularly eye-catching at night, and many people looked over at it wherever it passed on the streets.

But York ignored it and just listened to his colleagues' reports about the suspect. After changing the terrain various times, they finally arrived at a street.

In the map constructed in York's mind, the direction in which the suspect would escape would inevitably pass through this lane.

Because this is the only intersection you can leave when passing Cuili Street, and only by passing this intersection can you go in other directions.

boom!
York controlled the steering wheel and drove through the intersection quickly, drifting perfectly through the intersection with the coordination of brakes and accelerator, and the tires left very obvious tire marks on the ground.

At this moment, a car was already in sight, passing several cars beside it at the intersection ahead, cutting in and heading straight for the lane ahead.

It was a Toyota 86, and it was speeding.

"Take a deep breath and be mentally prepared." York said calmly without being surprised.

Everything was calculated in his mind.

Kino was bewildered, not knowing what York meant, but the words he heard from York the next second made him subconsciously hold his breath as he looked at the car that suddenly appeared in his sight at the middle intersection, holding the safety handle tightly with his right hand.

But his mind was blank.

"I'm going to start ramming."

"10-A-11! Suspect spotted! He's about to break away from the encirclement! Request PIT!"

"Agree!" After hearing Gregory's voice coming from the intercom, York stepped on the accelerator hard, overtook the car in front, cut into the side lane, and slammed into the right side of the Toyota 86 that just appeared from the intersection.

He never slowed down.

At this moment, what Yorks could see was the man sitting in the Toyota 86, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking very gentle, and he didn't look like a serial killer at all.

Under the illumination of the police car's headlights, he looked toward the right window with his eyes wide open and a hint of fear, as if he had not expected that a Chevrolet Caprice would suddenly appear in the right lane.

Boom!
The Chevrolet Caprice was driving slightly over the speed limit when it hit the right rear end of the Toyota 86. The rear end of the car was lifted up and fragments flew everywhere, which caused the car to tilt and reverse forward, losing control, and finally stopped in the middle of the intersection.

The Chevrolet Caprice also stopped on the side of the street and there was no movement.

This scene happened so suddenly that the surrounding cars subconsciously slowed down and stopped where they were, not daring to get closer.

The people on the street looked at the scene with a dazed look on their faces.

At the same time, the sound of sirens one after another echoed from far to near in the night.

"cough!"

York shook his head. The impact force fed back to him and even made him a little dazed, but fortunately, nothing happened. With his current physical condition, he could wake up by shaking his head.

Depress the inflated front airbag.

Subconsciously glancing at the passenger seat, Keno was also stunned by the inertial impact and sank into the airbag, but seeing that his condition was okay, York felt relieved. He unbuckled his seat belt and pulled out his Beretta 92fs service pistol, pushed open the door and got out of the car, leaning against the body of the Chevrolet Caprice, pointing the gun at the Toyota 86 that he had stopped abruptly.

Behind him, including on the left side road in front, several police cars were arriving late with sirens blaring, among them were two ordinary sedans. With a burst of emergency brake sounds, they all surrounded the Toyota 86.

"Get out of the car!" York shouted! The suspect was actually fine, just a little dizzy from his impact.

"come out!"

"Don't shoot!" The suspect inside might have felt powerless. He could only shake his head at York's shout, barely pushed open the car door, staggered out of the car with a dizzy feeling, and raised his hands under the muzzles of many guns.

"I need a lawyer!" His voice trembled a little.

But the colleagues who arrived late slowly approached, ignored the suspect's words, and began to arrest the suspect who raised his hands and was still dizzy.

York put away his Beretta 92FS pistol. Although he really wanted to find an opportunity to kill the suspect who had killed so many people, he had done too many things recently, so it was best to keep a low profile.

Gregory's voice came from behind: "It turns out it's you, York."

Yorks looked at Gregory and Chris who were hurrying out of an unmarked car.

"What's going on with this guy?"

Gregory and Chris looked at each other. Gregory looked at the handcuffed suspect and said, "After we go back, we will quickly select several targets from the database as you said.

I was just about to summon them to cooperate with the investigation, but this guy had something to hide and was ready to escape, so he did what you saw."

Chrissy interjected, "He's dead. We found the murder weapon in his suitcase. It was a finely sharpened knife."

York took one look at the captured suspect and shook his head.

"No wonder he was so obsessed with the Korenweike neighborhood. It turns out he's just a coward who can't take any risks."

In the criminal psychology he had read, if a murderer always committed crimes in the same place, there might be many complex psychological factors behind this, but the psychological comfort zone and low-risk cognition were definitely among them.

"Maybe!" Gregory patted York's shoulder and said sincerely.

"I'll buy you a drink next time."

After saying that, he strode towards the suspect with Chris, who was winking at York.

Yorks exhaled a breath, ignoring the tragic situation at the front of the car and glanced out the window into the car.

Keno has come back to his senses.
(End of this chapter)