Chapter 21 20

As soon as the Mazda was approaching, Sachs jumped to the side of the road, hoping to shoot from the side. She raised her Garak and aimed it at the dark outline of the sorcerer's head.Behind the target, however, were a dozen shops and apartments, with passers-by crouching on the sidewalk for shelter.She didn't even have a chance to fire a shot. But her cheerleaders don't care about that. Whew, bitch, shoot that bastard. what are you waiting for She put the gun down and slumped her shoulders in frustration as the Mazda rushed toward her Camaro. No, don't hit this car don't!

She thought of the scene when her father bought this violent sports car in 1969 and gave it to her, and how they modified the broken car together, overhauled the engine and suspension system, replaced it with a brand new transmission, and disassembled it. Get rid of the extra gear on the car to save weight and increase horsepower.This sports car and a love of police work are all her father left her. The sorcerer drove towards the Camaro sports car. When he was only ten meters away, he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left and slammed into the place where Sachs was crouching.Sachs jumped aside in a hurry, and he immediately turned the steering wheel to the right, trying to get back to the previous route, but the Mazda skidded and rushed directly to the sidewalk at an angle.The body slashed across the Camaro coupe's passenger front door and right front fender, slamming it in a circle, over the two-lane carriageway, and onto the pavement on the other side.The four little ghosts who had been standing there finally showed a little vitality, and they immediately scattered and fled.

Sachs dodged to the side as well, her knees slamming against the concrete, her mouth gaping open from the arthritis pain.Her Camaro was parked a few feet away, its rear hanging in the air, atop an overturned orange trash can. The Mazda sprinted onto the pavement, then returned to the road as the magician swerved to the right and fled north.Sachs got up from the ground, but it was too late to raise his gun and shoot at the beige car.She hurried to check the condition of the Camaro sports car.The side of the car was smashed, as was the right front end of the front, but the cracked fender did not catch the tire.Great, she might still have a chance to catch up to him.She jumped in, started the engine, and shifted into first gear.The engine roared, and the pointer speed exceeded 5,000 revolutions, but the car didn't move.How is this going?Could it be that the transmission system has been crashed?

She poked her head out the car window and saw both rear wheels (drive wheels) were off the ground thanks to the trash can.She sighed angrily, and slapped the steering wheel hard with her palm.Damn it!She saw that the Mazda was only three blocks away, and the magician hadn't been able to escape as fast, and the collision had damaged his car.They still have a chance of catching him.But no police car appeared in front of him to stop him. she must Suddenly, the Camaro sports car began to shake violently. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the three kids had taken off their jackets and were trying to push the Camaro sports car off the trash can.The fourth kid walked slowly to the car window. He was bigger and bigger than the others, and he was obviously their leader.He lowered his head, revealing a shining gold tooth in the center of his dark face.Yo.

Sachs nodded, looking him in the eye. He glanced back at his friend.Whew, niggas, push harder!You look cramped. fuck you.There was a panting reply from behind.He looked down again.Phew, ma'am, we'll push you down.I said, what gun were you trying to shoot that bastard with? Garak pistol, 40 caliber. He aimed at her pistol grip, which was protruding from the holster.That's great.Is it the improved C-type of the Gluck 23? No, it is the standard type. That's a good gun.I do have a Smith myself.He lifted his sweatshirt, and with a look of contempt and pride on his face, he showed Sachs the polished silver grip of the Smith & Wesson automatic.However, in the future I will also get a Grak like yours.

So, she thought, this is a teenager wandering the streets with a gun.If you were a police sergeant, how would you handle the situation at hand?The car bounced a bit, freed itself from the dumpster, and the rear wheels were ready to spin. Whatever an official sergeant might say or do has nothing to do with the situation at hand.She made up her mind to deal with it in her own way.She nodded gravely at him.Thank you, kid.Then she warned him viciously: You better not shoot anyone before I come back for you, hear me? He grinned a broad smile. She clicked into first gear, and the wide tires rubbed against the tarmac in a puff of smoke.In less than eight seconds, Sachs accelerated to 100 kilometers.

Hurry up.She murmured to herself, her eyes fixed on the blurry tan shadow ahead of her.The Chevrolet sports car shook quite a bit, but thankfully managed to keep going in a straight line.Sachs put on a Motorola radio headset, called the headquarters to report the pursuit status, and asked the backup police to reroute and deploy to intercept. Speeding, honking horns The crowded streets of Harlem aren't ideal for high-speed chases.But Hex was in the same traffic situation as she was, and he wasn't half as good a driver as she was.Slowly, the distance between them is getting shorter and shorter.Then he made a sharp turn and dashed toward a school playground.There are not many people on this playground, but there are still some children playing half-court basketball and softball.

The gate to the playground was padlocked, and those who wanted to play inside had to squeeze through the cracks in the gate, otherwise they had to climb over the twenty-foot-high barbed wire fence. However, the sorcerer simply stepped on the accelerator, smashed open the gate and rushed into the playground, and accelerated towards the iron fence gate at the other end of the playground.The children fled in all directions immediately, and those who were too late to jump away were almost hit by him. Sachs hesitated for a moment, and decided not to go in because the car was not very stable and there were children on the playground.She speeds around the block, hoping only to catch him at the other end.Her car slid across the street and stopped with a screeching sound outside the exit at the other end of the playground.But the sorcerer had disappeared.

She did not see how he escaped.It took her less than ten seconds to circle the playground and the school, and that was all the time he was out of her sight.From the iron fence gate at the other end of the playground, there is only a dead-end alley, with a row of bushes and small saplings at the bottom of the alley.She could see behind the bushes the elevated Harlem River Loop Road, through which there was only a dirty dirt bank, and beyond that the Harlem River.So, he escaped and the result of this chase was that he had to spend 5,000 yuan on auto repair sheet metal.God At this moment, a sound came from the radio.Attention all unit personnel in the immediate area of ​​Adam Powell Road and 153rd Street, we have received reports of a 1054 situation.

This means a car accident in which someone may have been injured or killed. A vehicle crashed into the Hudson River.Repeat, a car fell into the river. Could it be him?she thought.Police officer No. 5885 of the crime scene forensics team confirmed the situation of 1054. I would like to ask if there is a detailed description of the car.complete. It's a Mazda or Toyota, new model, grayish brown. Understood, Headquarters, this car should be driven by the suspect in the Central Park chase just now.My current status is 1084, and I have arrived at the regulation field.complete. Got it, number 5885.complete.

Sachs accelerated to the end of the cul-de-sac and parked the car on the sidewalk.She jumped out of the car and saw an ambulance and an emergency response team truck approaching.The two cars staggered into the bushes, following the path that the Mazda that had been rushing past had overwhelmed the bushes just now.Sachs followed, walking cautiously on the gravel among the bushes.As soon as they passed through the bushes, they saw a group of rickety huts and sheds.There are dozens of homeless people, mostly men, who all live in a muddy place filled with plants, garbage, discarded appliances and rusted vehicles stripped of their parts. The sorcerer obviously thought there was a road behind the bushes, so he went through the bushes at high speed.Sachs saw clear brake marks on the ground, and knew that although he stepped on the brake in panic just now, he couldn't stop the car from sliding on the slippery muddy ground.The car crashed into a log cabin, smashing it to pieces before crashing onto a disused pier and into the river. Two officers from the emergency response team helped pull the occupants of the hut out of the wreckage (none of them were injured), while other officers looked across the river for the figure behind the car.Sachs called Lime and Sellitto by radio, told them the situation at the scene, and asked Sellitto to call for help, and asked the headquarters to send a crime scene forensic vehicle here first. Did they catch him?Emilia?Sellitto asked, and you told me they've got him. Looking at the shiny film of engine oil floating on the dirty water, she replied: I didn't see any criminals. Sachs walked past a broken toilet and a bag of garbage bags that smelled of ripe fruit to the men who were talking in Spanish.They all had rods in hand; the place was famous for fishing for striped bass, salmon and Atlantic bellfish, either with bloodworms or meat as bait.Although these fishermen were all drunk, they were still quite sober enough to tell her clearly what happened.The car came out of the bush at high speed and flew straight into the river.They all saw a man in a hat in the driver's seat, and they were all sure that man hadn't jumped out of the car. Sachs also asked Carlos and his friend a few words. These two people are the homeless people who live in the smashed wooden house.They were all terrified and, since they were inside when the Mazda hit, they didn't see anything.Carlos still had a big temper, thinking that the city government should be responsible for compensating him for the loss.There are two other eyewitnesses here. When the incident happened, they were picking up empty bottles and aluminum cans in the nearby garbage dump, and the incident they described was exactly the same as those fishermen. More police cars came to the scene, followed by the TV station's interview car.The reporter pointed the camera at the smashed wooden house on the bank, and filmed the police patrol boat on the river.At this time, there were two divers wearing wet suits at the end of the patrol boat. They had already put on their equipment and rolled over on their backs to search. Now the focus of the search and rescue operation has shifted to the river, and the part on the bank will be controlled by Emilia.Sachs is in charge of forensics.She didn't have much forensic gear on the Camaro, but she had plenty of yellow blockade tape, so she fenced off a large area on the shore.By the time she finished sealing off the scene, the crime scene forensics vehicle had already arrived here.She put on her headset, called headquarters, and switched the radio to Rhyme's quarters again. We all know what happened at the scene just now, Sachs.Did the two divers find anything? not yet. Did he jump out of the car? Witnesses say he didn't.Rhyme, I'm going to start the site survey on the shore now, she said: lucky me. lucky? Of course, I'm too lazy to deal with this scene.Looks like the divers are going to find his body so I don't have to waste time examining the scene. Even if the suspect is dead, there will still be investigations and I'm kidding, Rhyme. Oh, great, but this time the suspect made me laugh out loud.You go to the grid now. She carried an on-site forensic toolbox and walked to the periphery of the cordoned off site. She was about to open the box when she suddenly heard an anxious shout from a person with a strong accent.God, what happened?Is everyone okay? A Latino man with neat hair, jeans and a blazer appeared near where the TV interviewer was.He tried his best to push away the crowd of onlookers, and as soon as he saw the smashed hut, he began to stride there. Hello!Sachs yelled at him.But he didn't hear it. The man ducked under the yellow tape and ran straight to the hut.Not only did he trample over the tire tracks left by the Mazda, but he also destroyed anything the wizard might have thrown or dropped from the car.Even if the sorcerer jumped out of the car and escaped just now (although the fishermen insisted that he didn't have time to do so), all the footprints left by the suspect would have been destroyed by this man. Sachs is now suspicious of anyone.She looked carefully at the man's left hand and found that the man's ring finger and little finger were not glued together.Therefore, he is no longer a sorcerer.But who is he?Sachs wondered.Also, what did he do when he ran into her crime scene?The man had already rushed to the collapsed hut at this time, he stooped to grab the wood, sheet and twisted metal, and threw them behind him.Hey, what are you doing!She yelled, get the hell out of here! He turned his head and shouted: Someone may be trapped inside! She was furious, and shouted at him angrily: This is the crime scene!You can't come in! Someone might be trapped inside!He repeated it again. No!Everyone came out and they were all right.Hey, did you hear my man, did you hear what I said?Whether he heard it or not obviously didn't matter, at least to him.He dug like a frenzy.Why did he do this?The man was well-dressed and wore a gold Rolex watch; Carlos, who was disheveled, was clearly not his relative. She silently recited the most famous police prayer, God, let us not be harassed by related people, and then waved to the two patrolmen next to her: pull him out. He still kept yelling: Medical staff are needed here!There may have been children trapped inside. Frowning, Sachs watched as the footprints of the two officers joined the ever-destroying crime scene.They grabbed the intruder by the arms and pulled him down.He waved his hands to break away from the policeman's grasp, and shouted at Sachs: Listen, policeman, I'm Victor.Remos; this is my area, not yours.You may not know anything, but Handcuff him, she said, and drag him out of here.This time, she thought, criminal investigation was the priority, and community relations listed in the police code of practice had to be placed second. Two police officers handcuffed the red-faced man and dragged him out of the crime scene, who kept yelling and cursing.Are you taking him to the police station?one of the officers yelled. No, let him take a halftime break first.she shouted, immediately drawing laughter from some onlookers. She watched as he was temporarily placed in the back seat of a police car that was yet another obstacle in the seemingly impossible search. Sachs put on a Tyvek suit, took a camera and an empty evidence bag, and put rubber bands on his shoes before walking into the crime scene, starting with Carlos's destroyed mansion.She searched carefully and leisurely.After a harrowing day of chasing, Emilia.Sachs is no longer willing to take things at face value.Yes, the wizard could have been forty feet below the surface of the gray-brown river at this point, but he could have easily escaped from the car and swam to a nearby bank. Sachs would not be surprised to find him miles away, walking toward his next victim in a new outfit. Ralph.Reverend Swenson had been in the city for several days. This was his first time in New York, and he found that he would never get used to the place. He was a small, thin man, a little bald, and a little shy.He performs pastoral work in a small town a few hundred kilometers away from New York, a place thousands of times smaller than Manhattan and decades behind. In his hometown, he could see rolling slopes and herds of animals grazing peacefully in the wild as long as he looked out of the church window, but in this place near Chinatown, he looked out of the bolted windows of cheap hotels and saw It was an obscene and unsightly spiral wood-grain font sprayed on the brick wall of the opposite house. In his hometown, as long as he walked on the streets of the small town, people passing by would greet him and say, "Hi, pastor or Ralph, your sermon just now was really brilliant, but when he came to New York, people here only treated him Say: Give me a dollar or I have AIDS, or even just two words to suck me up. Fortunately, Pastor Swenson won't be in the city for too long, so he thinks he can survive this little culture shock for a while. For the past few hours, he'd been forcing himself to flip through the old, tattered Gideon Bible the hotel had provided, but had finally given up.St. Matthew's gospel story, charming as it is, does nothing to drown out the sound of the gay male prostitute in the next room having sex with a client.They growl, perhaps for pain, perhaps for pleasure, but more likely both. The pastor knew he should be honored that he had been chosen for this mission in New York.However, he felt that he was also like the apostle Paul who went to unbelieving Greece and Asia Minor to preach, and he was always faced with ridicule and ridicule. □□□ Ah, ah, ah, ah yes, right here Oh, yes, yes, yes, right there, right there □□□ Well, that's really enough.Even Paul would not have faced this level of depravity.The concert was still hours away, but Reverend Swenson decided to leave early.He brushed his hair a little, put on his glasses, and stuffed his Bible, a map of New York City, and a copy of his sermon speech into his briefcase.He went down the stairs to the hall, where another whore was sitting.The person is (or appears to be) a woman. □□□ Our Father in heaven, full of love □□□ He felt a tightness in his abdomen, so he hastily quickened his pace, his eyes only dared to stare at the floor, thinking that a provocative speech was about to come.But the woman (or the man, or whatever sex it is) just smiled and said: what a beautiful evening.Right, pastor? Reverend Swenson blinked in surprise before smiling.Yes, indeed.He resisted the urge to say my child (a phrase he hadn't used since his priesthood), which slipped into his mouth, and just said: Have a nice day.He stepped out the door and onto the hectic streets of New York City's Lower East Side. He stood for a while on the sidewalk in front of the hotel.A taxi whized past, young Asians and Latin Americans hurriedly walked, buses on the street emitted hot exhaust fumes rich in metal elements, and several Chinese delivery boys on rotten bicycles whizzed across the sidewalk.Everything is so exhausting.The pastor was feeling restless and frustrated, but he thought he might be able to relax a bit by walking to the church where the recital was about to take place.He had studied the map and knew it was a long way, but there were a few things he could do along the way to counteract this maddening anxiety.He could go shopping, stop for dinner, or study his sermons. As he walked east, it felt as though someone was watching him.He immediately turned his head and looked to the left, looking at an alley next to the hotel.One man crouched behind a garbage truck, a thin, brown-haired man.He was wearing overalls, holding a small tool in his hand, and was looking the priest up and down with meaningful eyes.Then, as if knowing that he had been discovered, the man turned around and retreated into the depths of the alley. Clutching his briefcase tightly, Reverend Swenson suspected that he had made a grave mistake by not staying in the safety of his hotel room (although it was smelly and noisy) but going outside before the recital.Then, he let out a small laugh.Take it easy, he said to himself, this man was just a caretaker or a handyman, probably employed by the hotel.He was just too surprised just now, he couldn't believe that this pastor would come out of such a low-level place. What's more, when he started to walk north, he thought in his heart that he was a man in the clothes of a priest. Since God had called him, he would definitely give him some degree of immunity, even in this modern world. Macheng (Annotation: Sodom, the ancient city on the southern shore of the Dead Sea, it is said that it was destroyed by God because of sin).