Chapter 19 18

In shock, Sachs put his hand over his mouth. oh god no □□□ Rob.Woody's tricks were better than Malabut's, but I think they almost killed him. Don't worry, we'll make sure this doesn't happen to you. □□□ However, she did not do this.She was so focused on finding the sorcerer's whereabouts that she forgot about the girl's safety. No, no, Rhyme, there are some dead you can't forget.She will never forget this tragedy. But then she thought: now is not the time to mourn, there will be more time for reflection and self-blame, and now she has to think like a fucking cop.The sorcerer is nearby, and just about to escape.This is a crime scene and you know exactly what to do.Step 1: Block the escape route.Step Two: Block the scene.Step 3: Confirm identity, protect and investigate witnesses at the scene.She turned to the two patrolmen next to her, intending to give them responsibility for these tasks, but before she could speak, she heard a loud voice on the radio.Patrol Car No. 47 calling all police officers supporting Situation 1024: The suspect just broke through the blockade on the east side of the trade show and is now heading West End Street toward Seventy-ninth Street, fleeing north on foot. The assailant was wearing jeans and a blue top Has a Harley|Wilson logo on it.Dark hair, braided, wearing a black baseball cap.It is impossible to tell whether the gangster has a weapon or not. He mixed into the crowd. I lost him. Please respond to all patrol officers and police cars on standby.

It's the biker!He took off his businessman's clothes and changed his outfit quickly.He stabbed Kara just now to misdirect the police's attention, and then broke through the police cordon while they were running towards Kara. And I was three feet away from him just now! The voice of other police officers responding to the call was heard on the radio one after another. Although the gangsters were already far ahead of the gangsters, they joined the chase.Sachs saw Rona in the crowd.Bell.He frowned, looked down at Kara who was lying on the ground, and pressed the radio headset to his ear, listening to the exact same communication content as Sachs.The two of them glanced at each other, and he silently turned his head in the direction of the gangster's escape.Sachs immediately shouted an order to the nearby patrol police, asking them to seal off Kara's murder scene, call for forensic examination and look for witnesses at the scene.

But the young bald police officer seemed to have something to say.She guessed that this person might not be very happy, after all, this order came from a colleague of the same class as him. Nothing but!she says.At this moment, she was not in the mood to compare with him who was a few weeks or a few days older.If you have any problems, wait until later to appeal to your superiors. Even if he said anything back, she could not hear; she ignored the pain of arthritic knee and followed Rona.Bell took two steps behind him and ran up the stairs, starting to chase the man who killed their friend. He is fast.

But I'm faster than him. Lawrence, a patrolman with six years of experience.Buck rushed out of Riverside Park and ran as hard as he could down West End Street, keeping only six meters behind the bastard in the Harley T-shirt running full forward. He dodges passers-by, jumps over broken ground, and stays on the heels of opposing receivers just like he did in high school ball games.Also like back then, Larry the Longlegs has slowly closed the gap on his opponents. Just now he was rushing to the scene on the Hudson River to support the situation of 1024.However, just when he received the pursuit instruction from the radio and turned around 180 degrees, he suddenly found that the suspect mentioned by the radio, a dirty motorcycle rider, happened to appear in front of him.

Hey you!stop! But that person didn't stop.He dodged Buck and fled north in a panic.So, just like in the Woodrow Wilson Middle School alumni game, he sprinted for 72 yards to catch up with Chris.Like Patry behind him (who was only trying to drag him down two feet from the finish line), Larry Longlegs ran after the suspect with all his might. Buck did not draw his pistol.Unless the suspect is armed and there is an imminent danger that he wants to shoot you or passers-by, you cannot use a gun to stop him.Moreover, if a person is shot from behind, it will be very difficult to pass the investigation meeting on the timing of the gun use afterwards, not to mention the impact on promotion in the future.

Hello!Kind of don't run!Buck roared. The motorcyclist turned east and ran along the side road.He turned his head and saw Larry Long-Legs still following closely behind him, and his eyes widened in horror. So he immediately cut to the left and scurried into an alley, but the policeman turned the corner more smoothly than he did and still clung to his ass. Some police departments are equipped with hunting nets or shock guns, which can stop suspects from fleeing at a long distance, but the New York City Police Department does not have such high-tech equipment.However, in this emergency situation, it is not important to have such equipment, because Larry.Buck also has more powerful skills than running, such as the tackle and twist in Tacolu American football.

When he was less than one meter away from the suspect, he jumped forward and aimed at the upper body of the criminal, so that he could use the guy's body as a back pad when he fell down. Ouch!The motorcyclist yelled.They fell together on the asphalt, rolled forward and crashed into a garbage dump. Oh shit!Buck cursed, feeling the skin on his elbow was scratched.You fucking bastard! I did nothing!The biker yelled.Why are you chasing me? Shut up. Buck handcuffed his hands, and because the guy was running fast, he tied his ankles with plastic restraints, tight and tight.He looked at the blood gurgling from his elbow.Damn, I'm broke.Ouch it hurts.fuck you.

I didn't do anything, I just went to the trade show, I just Buck spit on the cobblestones by the road, took a few more deep breaths, and then gasped, "Do you have any objection to shutting up?"I won't give a second fuck!It hurts me! He searched the man's body carefully and found a wallet.There was only money in the wallet, no identity documents.Strangely, he couldn't find weapons or drugs on the man either, which is unusual for a biker rider. You can threaten me any way you like, but I need a lawyer.I will sue you!If you think I've broken the law, you're dead wrong.

At this moment, Buck lifted off the shirt and T-shirt on the guy, and blinked in surprise.The man's chest and abdomen were covered with extremely ugly scars, which looked creepy.Even stranger was a bag he had strapped around his waist.The bag was like the fanny pack that Buck and his wife used when they went on vacation in Europe. He thought there would be a knife hidden in the fanny pack, but he didn't find it. He found jogging pants, a turtleneck pullover, chinos, a white shirt and A mobile phone.And this is even weirder. There is a mask in the pocket.The clothes were all folded and rolled up and stuffed tightly into the fanny pack, and the man wrapped the fanny pack around his body, as if trying to make himself appear fatter.

really strange Buck took another deep breath, but unfortunately, he inhaled a mouthful of garbage and the smell of urine in the alley.He pressed the talk button on the radio.Patrol No. 5212 called the headquarters.I have arrested the suspect in the 1024 situation, and he is currently in handcuffs.complete. Is anyone hurt? No. If that excruciatingly painful elbow doesn't count. Location? East of West End Street, about a block and a half, over.Wait a minute, let me see the name of this side street. Buck went to the alley to check the street name and waited for the other police officers to appear.At this time, the adrenaline that was secreted in large quantities just now has gradually receded, replaced by an exciting sense of satisfaction.He got the goddam thing down without firing a shot, and it felt as good as when he grabbed Chris.Same as Padre.At that time, Podry only screamed like a girl, and was dragged down by him less than a yard away from the finish line. Although he had run more than half of the field, he had no idea that Long-legged Larry had been tight. Follow closely behind him.

Hello, are you all right? Bell touched Emilia.Sachs arm.Carla's death had shaken her too much to answer for a moment.She just nodded, gasping for breath sadly. Regardless of the pain in the knee joint caused by the wild running just now, she and Bell continued to walk quickly to West End Street, rushing to the location that Patrolman Buck had just radioed. I wonder if Kara has a boyfriend?Do you have siblings?Oh my god, what are we supposed to say to her parents? No, not us. I should be the one to notify her parents.It was all my fault and I went to her to help. Filled with grief, she hurried to the alleyway where the suspect was arrested.Bell glanced at her again and took a deep breath at the same time.At least, they've caught the sorcerer. However, in her selfish heart, she regretted that she did not catch this person with her own hands.How much she wished that she was the one who faced the sorcerer alone in the alley, with a pistol tightly in her hand.She'd probably use the Garak and shoot him in the shoulder before using the Motorola radio.In the movie, the gunshot wound on the shoulder is just a flesh wound, which is not a hindrance at all, and the hero in the movie can only hang on an armband to be alive again.But the truth is, even a small gunshot wound can have a long-term impact on your life.Sometimes, it can even affect a lifetime. But now that the murderer has been arrested, she can only expect the law to punish him for serial killings. Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry Carla Sachs suddenly discovered that she didn't even know her real name. □□□ That's my stage name, but I'm used to it now.It's a much better name than what my parents chose for me. □□□ She remembered what Carla had said, and tears almost fell down. At this time, she felt that Bell seemed to be talking to her.uh are you alright?Sachs? She nodded perfunctorily. They turned the corner onto Eighty-eighth Street and arrived at the spot where the patrolman had arrested the suspect.The street was cordoned off at both ends by NYPD police cars.Bell looked up the street and noticed an alleyway along the side of the street.over there.He pointed and gestured for several police officers, including plainclothes officers and uniformed patrol officers, to come forward with him. Well, let's get him, Sachs murmured, "My God, I wish he was prosecuted by Attorney Grady."They came to the entrance of the alley and looked into the dark alleyway.There is nothing in the alley. Isn't it this alley?Bell asked. He said Eighty-eighth Street, right?Sachs said: One block east of West End Street, I'm sure that's what he said just now. I heard the same.said a police officer. It must be this place, Sachs looked down the street.There are no other lanes here. At this time, three more police officers came over.What's wrong?one of them asked, and he kept looking around.Is it here? Bell immediately picked up the radio.Patrol 5212, please answer, over. no respond. Patrol No. 5221, which street are you on?Make sure it's 88th Street, over. Sachs looked into the depths of the alley.Oh, her heart sank suddenly. She ran into the alley and saw a pair of handcuffs dropped on the cobblestone next to a pile of rubbish, the rings had already been opened.Next to the handcuffs was a plastic restraint rope, which was obviously cut.Bell ran to her side. He opened the cuffs and cut the rope!Sachs said, looking around anxiously. What's wrong?Where did everyone go?asked a uniformed police officer. Where's Larry?cried another. Maybe catch up again?It was hypothesized that he might have gone to a place where the radio could not be received. or so.Bell said, but there was concern in his tone.After all, the Motorola wireless intercom used by the police is excellent, better than almost all mobile phones, and it is rare to malfunction or lose signal in this city. Bell called the headquarters and reported that the situation at this time was 1039: the suspect escaped, a police officer was missing or continued to pursue.He asked the switchboard if he had heard from Buck, but was told no at all.No police officers in the immediate area reported hearing gunshots or anything like that. Sachs scoured the alley for clues, just trying to figure out where the sorcerer had fled and where he might have dumped the patrolman's body if the gangsters took Buck's gun and killed him.But she and Bell searched carefully and found no clues about the patrolman or the suspect.So she had no choice but to walk back to the group of policemen at the entrance of the alley. What a terrible day.Two people were killed in the morning, followed by Carla. Now, another police officer has gone missing. She moved her hand to the SP︱50 walkie-talkie hanging on her shoulder, took it off and held it in her hand.It's time to call Rhyme.Oh man, I really don't want to make this call.But she radioed headquarters anyway and asked them to connect.However, just as she was waiting for the call to be connected, she suddenly felt as if someone had pulled her sleeve. Sachs turned around.In an instant, she gasped in surprise, and the radio slipped from her hands, swinging from side to side like a pendulum. There were two people standing in front of her.The first was the bald cop whom Sachs had given orders to at the trade show ten minutes earlier.The other person is Carla.Wearing an NYPD windbreaker jacket, she looked up and down the alley with a frown and asked: What?Where did that person go?