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Chapter 147 Joint Operation! (Monthly Ticket 1000: Update +1)

Inside the secret villa.

Roy and Isabella looked into each other's eyes.

Serena returned to the room and dialed Irina's number.

She told Irina everything that had just happened. When Irina learned that Roy heard the word "Jacob" from No. 91, she suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

After a long while, Irina replied:

"Forget it, he will find out sooner or later, so let him be."

After hanging up the phone, Serena returned to the living room. In the living room, she only saw No. 91 and asked, "Where is he?"

No. 91 said, "I'm going to make a phone call."

Second bedroom on the second floor.

Roy dialed Mahone's number:

"it's me!"

"There's life again?"

"Listen to me. Tomorrow at noon, I will plan an operation. The target of the operation is the drug storage warehouse of the Dubin drug cartel in Brooklyn."

"No problem. Are you going to rob money again? Why at noon? It's inconvenient for the two of us during the day, right? I think it's safer at night."

"This time we're not robbing money. Remember this address: 166 Byron Hardison Road, Brooklyn. This is different from last time. It's a large warehouse. And we have to rescue someone. The two of us are not enough."

"what do you mean?"

"Take all your men, bring the FBI-SWAT, and join me in storming that warehouse."

"What's my reason for going?"

"Just like last time, I will have someone call the police and say that there are drug dealers illegally detaining women in that warehouse. The police radio frequency band will be very busy. I know that you FBI will monitor the police frequency band. You can just find an excuse to come to support us."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean it's the same as last time? Was it you who was responsible for the last crackdown on the bikers and drug dealers at the warehouse?"

"Jenny Lane was an accident..."

"I know."

"I know you're still asking, so be prepared in advance!"

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Roy lay down on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

10am the next day.

Roy, wearing a NYPD uniform, appeared at the police station.

Walking through the corridor and coming to Dai Lin's desk, Roy asked, "Is Director Colin in the office?"

Before Dai Lin could answer, Director Colin's voice came from the office: "I'm here, come in directly!"

Dai Lin: “…”

Roy: "..."

Without even knocking, Roy pushed the door open and entered the director's office. He closed the door, came to the desk opposite Director Colin, and sat down.

Director Colin immediately stood up, took a cigarette from the box, handed it over respectfully, then took out a lighter and lit it for Roy.

"Did you have a good rest these days?"

The smoke enters the lungs and is slowly exhaled.

[Currently smoking: Lung capacity +1]

Roy looked at Colin who was standing: "You sit down and talk."

"Yes, yes!" Director Colin carefully sat back in his seat. "Excuse me, what instructions do you have?"

Roy whispered, "There will be an operation today."

Hearing this, Director Colin's eyes widened and he looked at Roy in disbelief: "Action? What action?"

"There is a large amount of drugs hidden in the warehouse at 166 Byron Hardison Road. I also need to rescue someone, so I need your cooperation."

Director Colin's expression suddenly became serious. "No problem. Just arrange whatever cooperation is needed. I can order everyone to go out and head straight to 166 Byron Hardison Road right now."

"No, don't worry. We can't take the initiative. We need to conceal our presence. I will ask someone to call the police and report that a drug dealer is illegally detaining a woman at 166 Byron Hardison Road. Then, you can send patrol officers there."

Chief Colin nodded thoughtfully: "I understand. If someone calls the police, we can go out justified. Do you know how many people are in the warehouse?"

"I don't know, there should be a lot, but don't worry too much, just mobilize more people, I will make arrangements for the rest!"

Director Colin showed a resolute expression: "Okay, everything is up to you. I will follow your instructions!"

After arranging everything, Roy took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought to himself that it would be interesting if there were CIA personnel in the warehouse.

It's approaching noon.

The Brooklyn police department received the anonymous call directly.

This time, Roy did not arrange for Oscar to call 911 because it involved the CIA, who were most likely also monitoring the New York police's encrypted frequency band.

The alarm information was quickly passed to Chief Colin.

Colin, wearing a white police inspector uniform, ran all the way to the office lobby and shouted:

"Everyone listen, just now someone called the police, there is a drug dealer illegally detained at 166 Byron Hardison Road, the drug dealer is in possession of a gun, I order all patrol teams to participate in this operation, set off immediately!"

The new chief gave the order personally, and no police officer dared to slack off. The police officers in the office hall who had not yet gone out on patrol quickly rushed out of the police station.

at the same time……

Roy has already set off in a police car code-named 404.

On the way, Mia put on her bulletproof vest and began to check her equipment.

Chief Colin issued an order to Dai Lin: "Listen, order all police stations in Brooklyn to go out as quickly as possible to 166 Byron Hardison Road for support!"

Hearing this, Dai Lin was stunned and immediately asked, "Chief, everyone go out? Did I hear you right, Chief?" Chief Colin said with a serious expression, "You heard me right. It means to order all the police officers in the police stations under your jurisdiction to go out."

Dai Lin was a little confused: "Okay...Okay, Chief!"

Dai Lin turned around and was about to notify all the police stations under the jurisdiction of Brooklyn District when he heard the chief's voice behind him again:

"Dalin, notify the dispatcher and order all police cars currently patrolling the street to go to 166 Byron Hardison Road."

Dai Lin paused, turned around, and looked at Chief Colin with astonishment: "Chief, all patrol cars? That will drain all police forces in the entire Brooklyn area. If other cases or emergencies occur..."

Colin pointed his finger at Dai Lin's nose and said, "No matter what, as long as they are at work, they all have to go. All other cases will be postponed. Tell them that they don't have to worry about other emergencies. Why don't you go now?"

"Oh!"

Dai Lin shuddered all over.

After working in the police department for so many years, I have never seen or heard of mobilizing the entire police force of a region to the scene of an incident.

The director's voice came from behind Dai Lin again:

"Tell those detectives to go too!"

Dai Lin: “!!!”

come back to the office.

Director Colin picked up the landline phone and dialed a number:
"Hello, Chief Lehman? This is Colin. I have a problem here. I need your emergency action team to cooperate. Yes, arrest the drug dealers and rescue the hostages. Yes, have Captain Pierre bring the men here quickly. It's a big operation. The address is: 166 Byron Hardison Road."

After hanging up the phone, Director Colin began to drum his fingers on the table, thinking, who else can I notify? The National Guard? I don't think I have the authority to do that, but if I do, I'll notify the FBI!

"Hello! FBI? What? Your senior agent has already set out with the SWAT team? Okay, okay, I get it!"

On the streets of Brooklyn.

A large number of police cars all drove to the same address.

The mounted police adjusted all the traffic lights that were blocking the way along the highway leading to the target destination, and the police car in the front had unimpeded access.

Since Roy set out early, Team B was the first to arrive at the scene, and support from the nearby police station at 166 Byron Hardison Road followed.

As for what’s behind…

There are more than 3000 police officers on duty in the entire Brooklyn area. Assuming that there are four people in one police car, there are a total of seven or eight hundred police cars driving to one location at the same time.

Even if there were mounted police blocking the road to provide guidance and controlling the traffic lights, it was of no use. The closer we got to our destination, the more congested we got. When there were only 500 meters left, the road was completely blocked.

There were densely packed police cars with sirens blaring.

The citizens were all confused.

No one knew what happened ahead.

Was the President assassinated?

So many police cars have arrived!
It wasn't just the citizens who were confused. Along with the large number of police cars, there were also a large number of ambulances, which were also stuck on the road.

Fire trucks were also unable to move.

The FBI support team led by Ma Hong was blocked 1 kilometer away from the target site, and the driver of the lead car honked the horn frantically.

Ma Hong leaned half of his body out of the passenger window and looked forward: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, FBI action, move to the side, get out of the way!"

No matter how Ma Hong shouted, it was useless. It was not that the car in front would not give way, but that there was no way to give way at all. Even the sidewalk was full of police cars.

The helpless police officers got out of the car one after another, with question marks in their heads.

The NYPD Emergency Action Team convoy led by Captain Pierre encountered the same situation and was also stuck in the middle of the road.

No matter how loud the alarm sirens sound, we can't move forward even a single step.

Above the sky...

NYPD police helicopters were hovering, and helicopters with Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) livery were also hovering nearby.

After receiving the news, various TV stations also rushed to the scene as soon as possible, but were also blocked halfway and unable to get through.

Overhead, a CNN news helicopter roared past, and the hanging camera installed on the front of the nose of the aircraft slowly turned.

On TV, a CNN anchor was reporting the news:
"Dear viewers, now we have an urgent news interruption. Just a few days ago, a large number of NYPD police cars appeared near Byron Hardison Road in Brooklyn, causing traffic paralysis. Our reporters are rushing to the scene. So far, the police have not disclosed what happened there. Please see the image data sent back from the scene."

The TV screen switched to the scene.

Looking down from the sky, there were police cars everywhere, and the longest line of police cars was five kilometers away.

Many uniformed and fully armed patrol officers began to abandon their cars and move forward on foot or running.

Mahone immediately ordered all FBI agents and SWAT team members to get out of the car and run to 166 Byron Hardison Road.

The same is true for the NYPD Emergency Operations Team led by Pierre.

Halfway through the journey, the two teams met unexpectedly.

NYPD Captain Pierre looked at Mahone and said as he ran, "Agent Mahone, we meet again. This time, you are not undercover in here, right?"

FBI senior agent Mahone handed Pierre a cigarette as he ran: "Yes, we meet again, still in the warehouse, but no undercover this time!"

Taking the cigarette from Mahone, Pierre asked loudly, "This is Brooklyn. I wonder if we'll run into that guy up ahead."

Ma Hong thought: If I don’t meet him, then hell…

NYPD Special Investigations Division.

The director slammed the table and said, "Damn it! Who told them to go to 166 Byron Hardison Road? Our undercover is still inside!!!"

Inside Warehouse No. 166.

The drug dealer in charge of guarding the warehouse asked his men:

"What happened outside?"

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