Chapter 452 A terrible ending, Su Ming logs in to the main account
Although Liu Yang just grabbed the steering wheel and turned in time.
But because subconsciously, the steering wheel turns fastest to the left, Liu Yang had no choice but to push the steering wheel to the left.
Although he avoided the rocket head-on, the right side was hit, making the passenger seat where Liu Yang was sitting the hardest hit. Even the right front wheel had fallen off.
at the same time.
The various metals that were originally used to protect the passengers turned into the most deadly weapons. After rolling several times, they pierced diagonally into Liu Yang's abdomen.
See this situation.
Witt was instantly sweating profusely and shouted subconsciously.
"Shit!"
"Sir. Sir, are you okay? Are you okay?"
"I'll pull it out for you now, and we'll run together to find the best doctor..."
Hearing what Witt said.
Bai Yu, Lan Jing and Guo Ping, who were sitting in the back row, also noticed that Liu Yang, whose abdomen was penetrated by an iron rod, suddenly looked extremely anxious.
Bai Yu glanced at the second floor of the abandoned factory, which was temporarily suppressed by firepower from other New York police officers, and then quickly unbuckled his seat belt, reaching out to help pull out the iron rod while anxiously speaking.
"Director Liu."
"Just bear with it for a moment. We have to pull this pole out now."
"It's dangerous to pull it out, but leaving it in the car is equally dangerous. The police officers can't suppress the number of members of the poker organization..."
Before Bai Yu could finish.
Liu Yang coughed weakly again, picked up the submachine gun that Witt had placed next to him, put the muzzle of the gun against the dashboard of the police car, used his remaining strength to pull the trigger at the abandoned factory, and said hoarsely.
"Let's go...let's go."
"You...you guys just go away, don't...don't bother me."
"Run...run behind another...another police car, hurry...quickly."
While speaking.
Liu Yang kept pulling the trigger. Although his vision was becoming increasingly blurry and he couldn't aim the gun at the second floor of the abandoned factory, he was still trying his best.
I saw the four people in the car didn't move.
Liu Yang seemed to squeeze out all the strength in his body, turned around and roared at everyone.
“Let’s go…let’s go!!!”
This moment.
Lan Jing demonstrated her calmness as a psychologist, immediately unbuckled her seat belt, pushed open the left rear door and spoke.
"Let's get out of here first."
"K's target is us. If we get out of the car and move away now, they won't be watching this police car anymore."
"And the most important thing is... Director Liu is seriously injured. There is a chance that the iron rod will remain in his body. If it is pulled out, there will be no chance at all."
"Holding on until Director Lin and Captain Xu come to support us is our best option right now."
"Get out of the car, quick!"
After saying that.
Lan Jing, whose cheek was scratched by glass, immediately crouched down and ran towards the police car in front.
Officer Witt followed closely behind.
Guo Ping, with a face full of self-blame, dragged Bai Yu, whose gaze was still dully fixed on Liu Yang, and ran towards the location of another police car.
Continuing to stay in this police car that can no longer drive will only result in more casualties and will completely destroy Liu Yang's last glimmer of hope.
Leaving temporarily and waiting for support from Lin Tian and others is undoubtedly the wisest choice.
He stared blankly at the damaged police car for several seconds.
Bai Yu gritted his teeth and turned his head suddenly. He ran towards another police car with all his strength, pressed the headset in his hand, and said anxiously with a trembling voice.
"Brother Ming, Director Lin."
"Director Liu, I'm almost dying. Come quickly... Come and support me."
......
now.
on the Verrazano Bridge ramp.
Su Ming looked at Number Eight, which had turned into stumps and minced meat. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
This operation was considered a failure.
Su Ming was basically certain...the killer who was responsible for protecting No. 8 was definitely not sent by K, but was the last resort set by the king or the founder of the poker organization.
Very likely.
Now, every member of the poker organization has such a killer beside him who is responsible for cleaning up the mess and preventing the poker organization from being exposed.
He walked forward and took a look at the driver's seat of the exploded commercial vehicle.
Looking at the scene that made him feel physically uncomfortable, Su Ming couldn't help but frown. Even if he wanted to find clues, he probably wouldn't have much chance.
It is highly unlikely that No. 8, who came from his own company, would leave the clues in the car.
Think of this.
Su Ming exhaled heavily and put on the micro headset that he had taken off earlier in order to concentrate on dealing with the killer.
But as soon as I put it on.
Bai Yu's trembling and rapid cry for help had already entered his ears.
"Director Liu, I'm almost dying. Come quickly... Come and support me."
Hear this.
Su Ming was stunned for a moment, and the image of Liu Yang, who had a beer belly, was good at officialdom, liked to agree, but came to the United States without hesitation, quickly emerged in his mind.
Next second.
Su Ming did not hesitate at all and ran quickly towards the traffic jam behind him without even looking at the killer who had been shot in the head by him.
He came to a blocked vehicle, pointed a gun at the terrified driver and yelled.
"get off!"
"Get out of the car right now!"
Looking at Su Ming's angry expression and the pitch-black muzzle of the gun, the car owner immediately raised his hand tremblingly, opened the car door and prepared to get out.
Just after the car owner opened the driver's door, Su Ming, who was anxious and angry, pulled him out of the car, left a word, stepped on the accelerator at full speed and sped towards the abandoned factory.
"In three hours."
"Go to the NYPD and get your car."
Su Ming stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the image of Liu Yang came to his mind again. He pounded the steering wheel hard and growled.
"Faster. Faster."
"Damn it, damn it!!!"
This was the second time Su Ming lost his composure like this.
The first time was when Gao Chao was hit by an off-road vehicle and his life or death was unknown.
And the second time was now... Even when he had just faced the killer, even when his life was hanging by a thread, he had not been so anxious and angry, nor had he felt such self-blame deep in his heart.
......
at this time.
In an incapacitated police car.
Liu Yang felt that his vision was becoming increasingly blurry, his eyelids were becoming heavier, his head was becoming heavier, and the magazine of the submachine gun in his hand was empty.
No matter how hard he pulled the trigger, no gunshot came out.
After coughing twice more and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, Liu Yang seemed to have heard the sirens coming from other vehicles in the distance.
Although there were constant shouts in the headset, Liu Yang could no longer hear clearly, let alone answer. Looking at the blue sky in the distance, a look of melancholy appeared on his face, and he murmured.
"Shiro."
"Actually, I lied to you before. The outcome of the Mekong operation was not good at all. It was terrible. In my opinion, it was terrible."
"If I could, I would rather die in their place, instead of that terrible ending..."
Not finished yet.
Liu Yang's finger on the trigger of the submachine gun had already slipped away quietly...
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