Chapter 655: Chapter 333 Deciphering the Landscape Painting, ssage Left by Long_3
The truck suddenly sped up and headed towards a small path.
Green saw this and let out a cold laugh.
He aid at the target position and pressed a button.
The next mont,
a specially modified bullet shot out from the front of his vehicle, hitting right on top of the truck’s cargo container.
On the electronic map on his passenger side computer, a marked red dot appeared.
It was a tracking device, the latest equipnt configured by the Los Angeles police.
The vehicle was locked on.
Green picked up the radio in the car, “This is B6 team Green, near 3607 Yulin Avenue, there’s a black truck with a white container, license plate number XXX, heading north in an escape, the vehicle has been marked, nearby units please start intercepting…”
A few minutes later,
several police cars cleared the road ahead and blocked off the segnt.
The truck’s tires were punctured one after another by tire deflation devices the police had prepared in advance, causing it to roll over to the side of the road.
Faced with about a dozen officers aiming rifles at him, the truck driver was scared stiff. Disregarding the injuries on his body, he tumbled and crawled onto the open ground, laying flat on his stomach with his hands over his head and his legs voluntarily stacked together, showing he had no intention of resisting.
But not a single officer approached.
This was a lesson learned in blood.
Previously, when they assisted the NW operation team in making arrests, a madman appeared to surrender but was actually covered in detonators, pulling three officers with him to death in an explosion.
Since then, they had a common understanding: suspects apprehended by the NW team were likely to be lunatics, so shoot if you can instead of chitchatting.
Fortunately, Green’s vehicle also caught up.
As soon as the vehicle stopped,
the imposing figure Shi San directly opened the rear door, ignoring the driver lying on the ground, and went straight to the back of the truck. His dog claw nails turned pitch black and viciously scratched at the sealed lock.
The next mont,
sparks flew everywhere.
The chain lock was forcibly cut off by Shi San with one slash.
On the other side,
under Green’s signal, the driver was frisked by a group of officers, and finally, handcuffed with specially made handcuffs and lifted from the ground.
It was a big-bearded man who looked to be in his thirties.
Green looked at him and took out a tablet, “Na!”
He said with a mournful face, “Gentlen, my na is Dantai Lynn. I’m a dedicated truck driver for iyaja dical. I haven’t engaged in any illegal activities…”
An officer took out his driving license from the driver and handed it to Green.
Comparing the civilian serial number on it, Green quickly verified that the driver’s identity was real.
Moreover, the driver did not reveal any special information, aning his civilian information had not been entered into the Federation’s criminal information database, and he had no criminal record.
Then why was Shi San so agitated?
Green signaled the surrounding officers to search the driving cabin while he himself headed towards the rear of the truck.
Shi San had already opened the rear of the truck.
It turned out to be a modified refrigerated container.
As the door opened, a faint burnt sll wafted out.
Green climbed into the container, switched on a flashlight, and found it didn’t contain Brian’s boss’s motorcycle, but rather a large number of stacked cube plastic boxes.
There were probably a hundred or so.
Inside each cube plastic box were black bags.
Touching them, Green felt they contained so kind of grainy powder.
He looked at Shi San, “Shi San, what did you sll?”
Shi San looked disdainfully at Green, “Can’t you sll it? It’s Bone Powder, roasted Bone Powder.”
“Bone Powder?”
Green was puzzled.
He thought it was drugs or sothing.
Shi San nodded, “Yes, all human bone fragnts…”
Hearing this, Green was stunned.
He scanned the large container, “You’re saying, all these boxes, they’re filled with human bones?”
Oh my God!
This is a major case!
…
“Why haven’t Shi San and the others co back yet?”
Brian glanced at the ti, shook his head, and refocused on the whiteboard in front of him.
The board was covered in sketches held up by magnets.
These sketches were arranged ssily, eventually forming a huge pattern.
But the pattern was no longer a landscape painting but a character.
A character from Hua Country!
Brian, with his left arm across his chest and his right hand stroking his chin, mumbled, “Cha? What does this an?”
If what old Hardenn provided, the Curse Pattern, was indeed ‘Long’s’ relic, then it ant the landscape painting was also by Long.
What did it an for soone to use this painting and secretly hide a ‘Cha’ character in it?
…
anwhile,
New York.
A holess man sleeping on the ground suddenly opened his eyes at the mont Brian cracked the landscape painting, looking in the direction of Los Angeles. He then smiled, “Decoded?”
After pondering,
he slowly stood up, his figure flickering, as he vanished from the area.
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