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One of them raised a rifle, its dark muzzle aimed at the driver's head. "Get back in the car."

at the same time.

The people on the bus also noticed what was happening outside. Everyone realized what had happened and turned pale.

"Hiss, a carjacking?"

Chen Kaile clutched his head, gritting his teeth to endure the excruciating pain, and asked, "Luo Wei, how did you know we were going to crash?"

"Guess."

Luo Wei heard it at that moment, and he immediately changed the subject: "Let's think of a way to get past these robbers first."

"Those are robbers, we can only wait for the police."

When Chen Kaile saw the robbers already in the car, he immediately lost his spirit. He hadn't expected to run into robbers right after getting off the plane. He slapped himself several times, "It's my bad luck!"

"Hey, you at the back, don't move! I won't let you go even if you hurt yourselves!"

The black robber raised his gun and shouted at Chen Kaile.

Then, he swept his fierce gaze over the surrounding passengers and said in a cold voice, "Now everyone, throw out all your belongings!"

"quick!"

Under the robbers' intimidation, no one dared to disobey, and they all threw their belongings out, not even daring to keep their Walkmans and cell phones with them.

The robber looked at the loot scattered on the ground and nodded in satisfaction, but then he noticed the yellow-skinned boy at the back, who was wearing a bracelet on his wrist. He roared, "And you, kid, hand over your bracelet too!"

As they were talking, he noticed that the kid not only hadn't handed over the bracelet, but also had a duffel bag next to him and a cell phone in his left hand.

"Are you calling me?"

Luo Wei pointed indifferently to himself and asked. Although he said this, his indifferent tone made it seem as if the person standing in front of him was not a vicious robber, but a nobody who was not worth fearing.

Chen Kaile panicked and quickly whispered to the boy, "Luo Wei, what are you doing?"

"Fuck, how dare you defy me?"

Seeing Luo Wei's indifferent expression, the robber became enraged and strode towards the boy.

Footsteps sounded particularly jarring in the quiet carriage.

Chapter 67-066: Superman's American Journey (Part 4)

Outside the bus, as sirens blared, several police cars and special police vehicles surrounded it from the front and back, quickly setting up a cordon and beginning to evacuate the surrounding crowd. Soon, police officers and special police officers who got off the bus surrounded it completely.

An undercover police officer in a bulletproof vest got off one of the buses, raised a megaphone and shouted: "Listen up, people on the bus! We are from the Metropolitan Police Department. You are now surrounded. Stop resisting immediately!"

"Fuck! Those bastards got here so fast!"

The assailant, who was about to snatch Luo Wei's backpack, stopped immediately upon hearing this and looked out of the car warily, only to find police officers all around.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

A younger brother looked at him nervously and asked.

"Don't worry, we have hostages, they won't dare to make any rash moves."

The gang leader said, giving Luo Wei a vicious look, "Kid, you're lucky. We'll deal with you later."

He then put down his backpack, swaggered out of the car, and got out, seemingly to negotiate with the police. He appeared calm and collected, showing no fear of the rows of black gun barrels outside.

"call"

Seeing this, Chen Kaile breathed a sigh of relief and immediately slapped Luo Wei hard, saying, "Damn it, what were you doing just now? If the thug had been angered, he would have shot you dead."

"No, if he dares to fire, the police outside won't let them go."

Luo Wei remained calm. He glanced at the contents of the robbers' backpacks and found piles of cash. This group must have just robbed a bank and was now cornered, forced to take a bus full of people hostage to negotiate.

"Stop talking nonsense and throw your things away. The thugs will definitely come after you again. These Americans don't like to reason."

Chen Kaile was somewhat surprised to see his student so calm, but he still whispered a reminder: after all, this wasn't China, and these people held the truth in their hands; they wouldn't reason with you.

"Hey, if you say another word, I'll chop your head off, shove it up your ass, and throw it into the street so you can have a passionate encounter with a car tire!"

One of the guards, hearing Chen Kaile whispering, opened his mouth to rebuke her.

Chen Kaile was so frightened that he stopped talking. His English wasn't bad, and although the other person's accent and grammar might have a bit of a regional accent, he could still understand the general meaning. Even if he couldn't understand the words, his tone alone was intimidating.

However, he still frantically tried to remind Luo Wei with his eyes to quickly drop what he was holding.

Ignoring the teacher's gesturing, Luo Wei looked out the window to observe the situation outside.

"Officer Mike, it's been a long time. I never expected to meet you again in this way. To be honest, I really should treat you to a drink at the bar. If it weren't for you last time, I wouldn't have been able to escape so easily."

The gang leader got out of the car and swaggered toward the police officer who had called out to him. He was wearing a mask, but because of his well-developed facial muscles, you could see the mask twitching when he smiled.

Seeing the assailant's arrogance and audacity in approaching, the officers raised their guns. Officer Mike, however, gestured for him to remain still and coldly said to the assailant, "It's you..."

. "

"Having committed two crimes in one year, I won't let you get away so easily this time."

"Haha, stop talking nonsense. I'll give you three minutes to remove all police cars from the nearby streets and not set up checkpoints on the roads leading out of the city. If I see any obstruction for six months, I'll kill a hostage."

The gang leader showed no respect to the Metropolitan Police Department, expertly stating his terms and beginning to threaten, "Three minutes. The countdown starts now. If you're even a minute late, you'll find a corpse on the streets of the Metropolitan."

"you"

Officer Mike's face was grim, and his colleagues behind him were gritting their teeth in anger. There is nothing more humiliating for a police officer than having criminals jumping around in front of him, yet being completely powerless to do anything about it.

"Time has begun, you should hurry."

The gang leader waved and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, returned to the bus.

Inside the car, the hostages saw the criminals return unharmed, constantly provoking the police without sustaining any injury, and they immediately had a bad feeling.

Director Huang and several students were already pale-faced; this trip to the United States had a bad start right from the moment they got off the plane.

"You all better behave yourselves. Once you leave the city, you'll be able to return safely. No one will lay a finger on you."

The gang leader paced back and forth in the carriage, his military boots stomping loudly, making the atmosphere particularly heavy and tense.

He didn't forget to touch some of the prettier female hostages, pinching their cheeks and saying, "Little girls, did you hear that? If you dare to disobey, hehe."

"Boss, three minutes have passed. The roads outside are clear now, and we haven't seen any official vehicles."

At this moment, the subordinate stopped the ringing of his watch and looked outside. All the police cars that had surrounded the area had left, and there wasn't a single pedestrian or ordinary vehicle in sight.

"Ah."

The gang leader immediately raised his gun, aimed it at the bus driver's head, and said, "You, go drive the bus out of town. You know how to get there."

The driver dared not complain at all, started the car, and drove towards the road outside the city. Due to the collision between the bus and the van, the front hood was damaged, and it was inevitable that some noise would be made when starting the engine, but it was not a big problem and the car could be driven normally.

A short while later, the bus drove away from the street.

"Mike, what should we do now?"

Half a minute later, a group of police officers came out of the alley. The one leading them was Mike, and the officers behind him looked at the departing bus and asked.

"Send a car to follow behind."

Mike's expression was grave. He touched his cigarette case, wanting to smoke but refraining from doing so, and continued to give orders: "Notify the FBI task force to deploy multiple snipers outside the city, but don't fire yet."

"Yes."

The Metropolitan Police Department and the SWAT team were highly efficient. After the order was given, various departments took action, dispatching disguised vehicles to follow the criminals and prevent them from getting out of the car along the way or hiding the stolen money. After all, substantial evidence is needed to convict them of robbery, and some criminals would rather hide the stolen money and take it out after being released from prison ten or twenty years later than hand it over.

Meanwhile, after receiving their mission, the FBI task force also began to redeploy its forces along the main route out of the city.

Police forces were deployed, and snipers were stationed within them.

To ensure the operation went smoothly, the FBI deployed its most elite task force to guarantee success. The ringleader, it's worth noting, had a criminal record; he had previously robbed a bank in the Metropolitan Area and escaped unscathed.

"Boss, we're about to leave the city!"

At that moment, on the bus, the hostage's face was extremely grave, while one of the five criminals had already begun to celebrate.

"Focus, we haven't left the city yet, and everything is still uncertain."

The gang leader was experienced and had seen it all. He casually lit a cigarette, his eyes revealing neither joy nor anger, and his gaze occasionally swept around the surroundings.

Now, the bus is driving onto the suburban road, with restaurants and hotels passing by from time to time on both sides. The hillsides on both sides of the road are gradually rising, and the number of cars on the road is gradually decreasing.

"With so much money, how many beauties could we sleep with, and how much fine wine could we drink?!"

A young man pulled up his mask to reveal half of his black face, took out money from his backpack, and kept kissing it lightly.

back seat.

Luo Wei glanced up at the thugs. Chen Kaile, who was next to him, had given up on reminding the students to hand over their belongings. He just wanted to end this as soon as possible. Those thugs with rifles in front of him were really too suffocating.

"Hey kid, I almost forgot about you."

The gang leader noticed the yellow-skinned boy in the back seat looking at him. He immediately frowned and strode over.

"Lowe."

Chen Kaile quickly reminded him.

Luo Wei remained unmoved.

Sudden.

boom!

Outside the right-hand car window, gunshots rang out from the hillside, flashes of light appeared, a bullet spun and pierced the car window, then hit the black thug who was forcibly kissing the banknotes, followed by several more gunshots, several bullets piercing the car window in succession.

Screams and screams erupted throughout the carriage.

"Fuck! Get down!"

The gang leader grabbed his wounded comrade and pulled him down to the ground. His eyes scanned the surroundings and he soon noticed several flashing lights on the hillside, which were reflections from a mirror.

With his experience, he immediately realized: "There's a sniper! These untrustworthy bastards will pay for this soon!"

"Drive faster!"

The gang leader shouted at the driver, then immediately stood up and grabbed someone. Coincidentally, the person he grabbed was Director Huang, who was sitting by the back door of the car.

"Leave me alone, I'm not American."

Director Huang was taken aback by the sudden turn of events and tried to push and shove in response, only to be met with a punch.