The rain was getting lighter, as if this rain came to wash away Christina's sins specifically, so that this woman could go to heaven cleanly.

After Drek pulled off the seat belt on Christina, he stood silently beside Dodge. Behind him, there was a f-pinch that followed him all the way. At this time, no one could understand his mood.

“De…”

After helping to carry the Dodge car, George stood behind Derek to comfort him. He just shouted a word and his tie was caught.

bump.

A powerful force erupted from Derek's hand, and George was pulled forward with a sharp step. If he hadn't held the roof quickly, he would have hit him.

"Are you satisfied?"

"In order to save your people, my subordinates were killed and injured!"

"You two idiots came to investigate the case without even saying hello. In the end, the mess must be filled in with the Montek Police Department!!!"

Derek's hair was dripping water down, but his body was filled with anger that was not extinguished by drizzle.

"Drek." George wanted to calm him down, "No one wanted this to happen."

"But it happened!"

"A mother who wants to raise two children and a mother died here. How do you let her son with autism accept this fact? How do you let her mother who has just turned aside the death of her daughter? In a few years, when Christina's mother dies, what should those two little guys become in the black area? Are your two bastards responsible for all this?"

Derek did not move his body, turned his head and roared wildly at George.

He has been suppressed for too long, Charlie's death, Jimmy's betrayal, the embarrassment of the Ministry of the Interior and the prosecutors, and now after Bob is injured, Christina is dead again!

"De, what are you doing!"

When Derek turned to the car, George suddenly called him. He suddenly remembered something and turned around and walked to George and said, "You have to let her get the pension, you have to let her hear 21 gunshots at the funeral, you have to let her children use this pension to go to college, you - Mom, promise me!"

"She died for you!"

In the heavy rain, Derek looked at George excitedly, waiting for an answer.

"Ok, OK!"

"I'll get it all done, I won't let Christina's accusation become a reality, okay?"

Derek looked at him gasping for breath, and finally reached out to the car, slowly, gently helped Christina close her eyes, then turned around and left.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

bump.

The moment Derek opened the door of the police car, he gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I have to let another Mexican know what the price to pay to kill the police!"

Flash.

The car swayed violently as Derek's huge body penetrated into the car.

Buzz.

On a rainy night, the car began to reverse while the rear wheels kept throwing mud out, turning around: "Heisenberg, report your location." He shouted on the walkie-talkie.

On the other end of the Gobi, a police car was driving a running small Mexican in the distance light while visibility improved slightly. Tony sat in the passenger seat and said, "How many bullets do he have?"

"What did you say?" Heisenberg asked in confusion.

Tony ignored him and said in a nagging manner: "The capacity of the ak47 magazine is 30 rounds. This little man used a pistol when he killed black people, and he never went back to the cab of the garbage recycling vehicle. In other words, his ak47 is not his own, and he does not have a spare magazine on his body... Then, he fired six shots at me behind the garbage recycling vehicle... and then he fired six shots at my partner when he was running away... When he saw the headlights just now, he fired four shots to hinder our speed, and there were fourteen shots left..."

Tony turned off the m4 and took out his pistol and shot at the figure in the dark without any aiming... Touch, touch, touch.

"Quick, put on the brakes."

After Tony finished speaking, Heisenberg stepped on the brakes. In the same second, gunfire sounded from the front, da da da da da da da da da da da da da.

"There are ten more shots, catch up."

Heisenberg suddenly understood what Tony was doing. This guy was going to use up all the bullets of AK47, giving the M4 in his hand an advantage in shooting range. At that time, the car could get close to the Mexican within 60 meters, and the Mexican who lost the AK47 could only fight back with a pistol. This would enter a very safe chase. When the opponent's pistol was completely shot, it would be the moment he was captured.

But this little Mexican had no way of doing anything about this. In addition to fighting back and hindering the speed of the car, he could not run to Mexico with his legs. The most important thing is that even if he knew that he was just delaying the arrest, he had to persist. This is the sadness of no backup.

"How do you have your brain?" Heisenberg asked enviously.

"Who else?" Tony seemed not very satisfied with the title.

At this time, their relationship has not yet become rigid.

Heisenberg said proudly: "Of course it's Zhou, Montek's Holmes, but you two are different. You seem very...sincere. Zhou solves the case and arrests people with a complete chain of evidence..."

"Drive your car, patrolman." Tony immediately showed disgust as if he had been stabbed by someone. It seemed that weekend was his most annoying name.

Suddenly, the word "patrol" changed the relationship in the car.

Joey heard Tony's words and ridiculed: "Heisenberg, you shouldn't mention Zhou. Have you forgotten that our master f-selves has a ticket?"

"Hahahahaha!"

The two policemen in the police car laughed at Tony with their heart's content. Tony could only shoot forward with his pistol twice before yelling: "Prested on the brakes, idiot!"

"Heisenberg, report your location."

Squirt.

After Heisenberg stepped on the brakes, he picked up the intercom and said, "We drove east from the garbage collection truck for less than ten minutes. This Mexican is very physically healthy and has not seen any significant slowdown yet. However, this seems not to be calculated based on the speed of the vehicle, but the running speed of the human being is not far away."

"Listen to me, only this bastard is allowed to be exhausted from afar. You are not allowed to appear within a hundred meters of his side. Do you understand if you understand it!!" On the intercom, Derek's voice was extremely firm. After this sentence came out, Heisenberg looked at Joey in the back mirror, and the two were confused.

"Answer me!" Derek asked.

"yes-private." Heisenberg picked up the walkie-talkie and responded, and chased after him again.

Joy Tedrek explained: "I guess something went wrong with Bob's feet, otherwise the tyrant wouldn't be so angry."

"I really hope Bob is fine."

Several more gunshots came in a row, and Tony suddenly had a lit up: "There are four shots left!"

"My friend, it's time for us to make contributions. Take the car forward a little, drive the S-type route, and consume all his bullets."

Heisenberg ignored him, and Joey smiled and said, "Sorry, we don't have the habit of committing suicide by driving an S-type route on the Gobi Desert. This is the Gobi Desert, not a highway, there is not even a road here, so why don't you try it yourself?"

"What a joke, how can I attract the other person while driving?"

"Then why don't you call the SUV behind you to rush up? Private!" Heisenberg asked with a bad face. He was about to annoyed this too arrogant guy in the car, especially the word "patrol" seemed to insult someone and make his hatred tickle.

At this moment, Derek's voice came from the intercom in the car: "I saw you, you park the car in place!"

Heisenberg heard the wrong voice. As soon as he arrived, a police car overtook him in the bumps of the Gobi Desert. The mud from the rear of the car fell directly on their windshield glass!

"Why are the tyrants so angry?"
Chapter completed!