Darkwalker of the Sky World
Chapter 356
Pasadena, the satellite city of Los Angeles, is one of the richest cities in the United States because of the existence of California Institute of technology. The per capita income is almost twice as high as the average income.
But on this day, the roar of the siren broke the peace here.
In the city radio station, the voice of reporter Alex is roaring excitedly: "Dear listeners, it''s 8 p.m. on Christmas Eve. Alex of the voice of the city is doing a live broadcast for you in Pasadena.
It''s Rambo again. He didn''t rest on Christmas Eve and destroyed the headquarters of a gangster.
At least 20 people died at the scene, but please rest assured that according to the preliminary survey of the police, none of the civilians died. All the dead were scum who should go to hell.
I love Rambo. He''s only been in Los Angeles for ten days, but the gangs here seem to have come to an end. This is the eighth Gang to be eliminated, and more than 200 scum have gone to hell.
Now Los Angeles is becoming more and more like a city of angels, where crime disappears.
The governor of California should give Rambo a certificate of honorary citizenship, and those policemen should die instead. We can''t let them continue to track down Rambo. Now Rambo is our rescue angel. "
Sitting in front of the radio and television, the audience cheered again, raised their arms and shouted, "long live Rambo!"
But in the police communication channel, it was a mess. "This is hell. I can''t go in at all. There''s no place to stay there. Let the medical examiner come. Now only they can be useful."
"Report, Rambo disappeared again. He jumped on the second floor and disappeared. We couldn''t find him."
"We didn''t find anyone leaving the block. He must have someone to help, but we couldn''t find anyone to help him."
"Rambo, stop..."
"Shoot, you don''t need to warn him..."
"Hell, I won''t shoot Rambo. The people will kill me. I''m a policeman, but I''m also a person!"
"He disappeared again..."
"Team four, block all entrances and exits in Alfie block."
"Team five, block all roads in South Pasadena."
"According to the report, 23 bodies were found at the scene. All of them were shot in the head. There is no need for rescue."
"No cash or drugs were found. Rambo should have taken them away."
"We don''t need an ambulance. We need a fire engine now. The blood here needs to be cleaned with a high-pressure water gun."
"Report, we can''t block the block. The people here have run out. They want to see their heroes with their own eyes. They are still driving. They want to form a traffic flow to break through our blockade and help Rambo escape."
"People are throwing rotten eggs and tomatoes at us. God, why should we stand on the opposite side of the people? Why should we catch Rambo? He is a hero for us."
"Hell, I quit. Let those FBI catch Rambo. At least for us in Los Angeles, he is a hero."
A huge roar came: "shut up, this is the public channel of the police. It''s not for you to complain. Except for the matters related to the arrest of Rambo, the language that forbids anyone to complain occupies the channel."
The channel quickly quieted down, and even there was no more sound. It was quiet and frightening.
"Report of the fourth panel."
"Eiffel block blockade failed. The streets are full of people. Not to mention Rambo, even an ordinary person can walk away. Over."
"Report of the fifth panel."
"We''ve set up roadblocks in South Pasadena. Over."
In the command center, Johnson from the FBI held back his anger and glanced at director haggis leaning on the sofa smoking a cigar. "Is this the efficiency of your Los Angeles police?"
Haggis shrugged and said to Colonel Trautman sitting opposite him, "that''s the difference between ordinary police and special soldiers, isn''t it?"
The Colonel sighed, looked at Johnson and said, "in fact, I don''t know what else I can do now. Today''s Rambo is not the Rambo I know. He is smart and calm, and takes a city as a hunting ground.
I don''t know his purpose or why he wants to be a hero. With his original character, he should live silently in a small town, work there and die there. "
"Is it our fault?"
"No, it''s not anyone''s fault. Maybe it''s the fault of this era."
The major got up, picked up his hat and put it on his head. "Tomorrow is Christmas. I want to go home and spend the festival with my family. I''m sorry."
Haggis complained, "I also want to spend the festival with my family..."
Sheriff caplin from Thurston County looked embarrassed at the major leaving and said to haggis, "director haggis, I know you Los Angeles police all regard Rambo as a hero, but he is a very dangerous person.
He not only killed a deputy sheriff, injured three police officers, but also killed more than 200 people. He has disgraced our police system and is still provoking us. "
"Because the sheriff looked like a tramp, he wanted to catch him, because the deputy sheriff abused him. They asked for everything.
Unfortunately, he broke the law. Otherwise, I would have incorporated such talents into our Los Angeles police force.
He has only been in Los Angeles for ten days, and the crime in Los Angeles has been reduced by more than half.
Yes, he robbed your plane and killed your people, but it has nothing to do with us.
I am only performing the duty of a director to provide convenience for you, but don''t put your will above mine unless you become the governor of California. "
Whether it''s caplin from Thurston or Johnson from the FBI, their rank is several levels lower than haggis, and they can''t manage a regional Sheriff at all.
Seeing haggis out of the command room, the two sighed and looked at each other gloomily.
Now Los Angeles still cooperates. If they don''t cooperate, their orders will not be carried out at all.
The FBI also has a branch in Los Angeles, but those dozens of people can only be used as the command center. Only a dozen can be photographed and arrested.
To really act, we need to transfer people from headquarters.
In a quiet neighborhood of San Marino, in the shadow of street lights, there is an ordinary Cadillac.
Zhou Zhen looked around the environment, opened the driver''s door directly, threw a big bag into it, and then sat in.
"Wow, honey, I love you."
Mesa held the big bag tightly and came over to give Zhou Zhen a kiss. "There is no martial law in the southeast. We can leave from there."
On the radio, the voice of the city radio station is still chattering to introduce the Pasadena case to the public, and clearly introduce the situation at the scene and the layout of the police.
Zhou Zhen smiled, started the car and soon disappeared into the street.
In the co pilot''s seat, mesa greedily grabbed a large pile of banknotes, put them under her nose and smelled them. "I like the smell. It''s the smell of money."
This chick is the first chick with evil nature that Zhou Zhen met. She does evil for no purpose, just for fun.
She doesn''t care about anything for money and vanity.
The average girl will feel scared when committing a crime, but she will only feel excited.
When Zhou Zhen goes out to commit a crime, she can always hold her back and become a capable assistant. In other aspects, Zhou Zhen doesn''t have to worry at all.
In ten days, Zhou Zhen can do the next eight cases thanks to her continuous collection of information.
In addition to being very helpful in action, she also makes Zhou Zhen very satisfied in her life.
At the age of 17, she is young, beautiful, first-class and full of wildness, which can greatly satisfy Zhou Zhen.
If it weren''t for less than a month in this world, Zhou Zhen would still want to entangle with her for more time.
Half an hour later, Zhou Zhen drove into the garage of their house. In the garage, there was a brand-new 73 Ford 350srw pickup truck.
This is a single row pickup truck, four-wheel drive, with a maximum horsepower of 245, a maximum torque of 522 N and a load of three tons.
Ted arranged someone to steal the car from the sales store. Now it has been put away for a week. Zhou Zhen hasn''t driven it once.
To drive this car, Zhou Zhen was about to leave Los Angeles.
As soon as she got off the bus, mesa got off the bus and jumped onto Zhou Zhen. "Honey, I''m very excited now. I need you to put out the fire."
Zhou Zhen patted her plumpness. "I''m starving. Go and prepare the materials first. We''ll cook dinner."
She held Zhou Zhen''s head in her arms, kissed her, and then jumped down. "Give you a choice, whether to eat first or eat me first."
"I also give you a choice, whether to prepare cooking first or count the money first?"
She laughed. "Of course, count the money first..."
This chick has a quirk, that is, she likes counting money very much. She can''t sleep without counting money before going to bed every night.
And she likes to put money on the bed and sleep on it.
Zhou Zhen picked her up and taught her a lesson before she corrected.
Half an hour later, Zhou Zhen had cooked dinner and went upstairs. She saw mesa sitting on the ground in front of the safe with a lot of money in front of her.
"How many?"
"It has exceeded one million. God, I didn''t expect to become a millionaire one day."
"Come down to dinner. I have something to tell you."
Downstairs, Zhou Zhen turned on the TV, which was still broadcasting the news of his robbery today.
The police were furious, but the people of Los Angeles loved it.
Zhou Zhen has become a hero of the city, and even the media praised him a lot.
Although Sheriff will, who made Zhou Zhen a sinner, became disabled, he was still cursed by the whole American people.
Many groups used the "Rambo incident" to touch porcelain and attack the government, forming a Rambo trend.
Seeing such news, Zhou Zhen always couldn''t help laughing.
When the development of the incident begins to change, I''m afraid it will be difficult for these institutions to step down.
And this day is coming soon.